14 comments/ 66842 views/ 54 favorites Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pre-MILF By: silkstockingslover Summary: 18-year-old Bree tells the story of her first 8 submissive pets. Note: Thanks to Jedd for the story idea and even some dialogue. Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991, Robert and goamz86. Note 3: This is a prequel to Bree's MILF seductions. Note 4: All participants are 18-years old. Note 5: This story stands on its own, but if you want to read more BREE stories check out the following (listed in chronological, not date published, order): Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pre-MILF (in senior year of high school) Lesbian MILF Seductress: Mom (late in her senior year) Lesbian MLF Seductress: Neighbor (late in her senior year) Lesbian MILF Seductress: Chocolate (immediately following Neighbor) Lesbian MILF Seductress: Bride (End of third year of college) Lesbian MILF Seductress: In Flight (Summer job after college) ***** Prologue Hi, my name is Bree. Some of you may have read my stories of the MILF's I have seduced. After telling a few of these stories, I often get questions about how it all started. But first a bit about me, in case you are new to my stories. At the time of this story, I was eighteen and had never been with a woman. Sure I had made out with a few, it's the in thing in high school, but I had only been with boys. I was also a perfect specimen at the time. 5'5, 128 and the perfect dimensions of 34C-24-34. I have brownish-red hair midway down my back and, of course, was and still am completely shaved. I learned from the very first seduction and the ones that followed, that I love women. Don't misunderstand me; I am bi and enjoy the occasional stiff cock, but I really love girls. Or women. Whatever. While I have eaten pussy on rare occasions, I normally have my own cunt licked. Even if I do have a box lunch, it's extremely rare for me to go first, and is usually a reward for a good job to one of my many pets. Now, the real thrill is for a formerly straight girl, or even more fun a straight MILF, to turn to jelly in my presence and become thereafter a twat licking slave for my cunt. I probably sound like a pretentious bitch and, well, I suppose I am, but the truth is the truth. Now, you may have read several of my adventures with these MILFs, and you may have read the intensive education my mother gave me in the ways of becoming a Domme (Lesbian MILF Seductress: Mom), Domme/sub studies you might say. I learned much from her. In our initial training session, I told her with a smirk I already had seven pets, eight if I included the one I had just added the day she caught me in the act. After she finished laughing, she told me that wasn't much, and numbers didn't matter anyway. Now these were before my first MILF. That was Nadine, my next door neighbor and mother of my best friend, Katherine (Lesbian MILF Seductress: Neighbor).You know I actually had Katherine sucking my cunt long before her mother, but even she was not the first. She was one of the seven I had seduced and made my pet though, and I think it's time their stories were told. Stories of submission to me, Bree, the MILF seductress...but before I was a MILF Seductress, I was simply a straight girl seducer. Now as this was all prior to my, ahem, education, by my mother, I guess you could call that time my pre-MILF studies. My first was actually a lesbian already. Mom said that didn't count, but I beg to differ. I seduced her, and she's my pet, so it counts, right? And she was older than me and it triggered everything else that has since followed. Actually, if it wasn't for fate, a dumb ass boyfriend and having Mom make me go to a wedding that I didn't want to attend, maybe I would have never become the MILF Seductress I am today...so I disagree...the first one definitely counts...it started it all. So now let's get to the stories of my first conquests before I began my MILF hunting during my senior year...these are my pre-MILF hunting days. 1. LESBIAN SALES LADY (Rena) My boyfriend had just ditched me the night before to watch football with the guys; my mom was nagging me about a wedding she was making me go to. I had a test in Chemistry I wasn't ready to take; so, pissed off, I did what I always did when annoyed...I went shopping. I also was in need of a new hot dress for the wedding, which was coming up in a couple weeks and I always live by the theory...look better than the bride (I know, I warned you I was pretentious). Once at the mall, I made my way to a new clothing store called Landrieu's. I noticed the store was empty except for me and the clerk, who looked to be in her late 20s. As I browsed through the store, I couldn't help but sense I was being stared at. A couple of times I glanced back and noticed the saleswoman seemed to be checking me out. I tried on a few things and confirmed my suspicions when each time I exited the dressing room in a new outfit, she was definitely looking my way. Oddly, she wasn't coming over to assist me. I called her over and asked with a smile, "Does this look good on me?" "Yes, Miss," she nodded, checking out my tits in the very tight fitting cocktail dress. "Thanks, can I get your opinion on a couple others?" I asked, wanting to confirm without a doubt my suspicions that she was a lesbian. I changed into a more revealing red dress, with a long side slit, and returned to showcase it. "How about this one?" "You look very good, Miss," she nodded, unable to take her eyes off me. I was used to having boys drool over me, and, of course, I knew a few of the school dykes drooled over me too, but being pissed at my boyfriend, suddenly an idea formed. I asked, "Do I look fuckable in this?" "Pardon?" She asked, surprised by the question. "I'm going to a wedding and I need to look utterly irresistible. I want every man there to want to fuck me," I said, before pausing for dramatic effect, "and every woman there to want to eat me." "You will be the centre of attention in that outfit," she complimented. "I'm going to try one more outfit, this is just for school," I said, "I want your honest opinion." "Okay," she nodded, clearly attracted to me, her red cheeks a guilty symbol. I returned to the dressing room, slid out of my thong (it's all I wore, other than that one pesky week every month) and put on a very short plaid skirt. I called out, naked from the waist up, "Could I get some help in here?" "How may I help you?" She asked, from outside the room. I opened the door, pulled her in and said, bluntly, "I've noticed you haven't taken your eyes off me since I entered the shop. Now either you think I'm a shoplifter, or you're a lesbian, and I can't hide much in this outfit. So which is it?" I asked with a smile, already knowing the answer. Her already red face went a shade redder. When she didn't answer, I continued, using a dominant tone to get what I wanted, "Answer me!" "I'm a lesbian," she answered, barely audible. "I'm sorry. I didn't catch that," I replied, wanting to push her like I did when I bullied some of the nerds at the school. "I'm a lesbian," she repeated, a bit louder. "And what do lesbians do?" I asked, somehow relishing the bitch role I was playing. "We like girls," she answered, still staring at my tits. "No, you eat pussy, don't you?" I corrected. Yes," she admitted, her face going a shade of humiliation red I didn't know existed. "Say it!" I demanded. "Yes, we eat each other," she admitted. Moving to her and speaking in her ear, "No. You. Eat. Pussy. Now say it." Her body quivered and her voice cracked as she repeated my words, "We eat pussy." "Almost there. Try one more time. You eat pussy," I added, my tits touching her. "I eat pussy," she admitted, making her putty in my hands. Moving back, I said, "Very good. And since you eat pussy, I have a treat for you." I put one foot on the bench and revealed my panty-less bald muff. She nervously looked out the door and around the store. "But we can't. Someone will see." "Well, then you'd better hurry, or I'll find some other lesbian to please me," I threatened. After a quick glance back out the door, she dropped to her knees, and her tongue quickly found my hot box. As her tongue worked through my slick folds, I now felt a kinship with lesbians I never would have thought. My first time to be eaten out by a woman, and, much like a crack addict, I was hooked for life. I knew I would have a woman between my thighs as often as possible, as she was way better at eating pussy than any guy I've had down there. It was as if she knew exactly what buttons to press to get me revved up. Also, I now knew how my male counterparts felt. That anticipation, then the feeling of accomplishment after a successful seduction. As she moved her lips to my now throbbing clit, I exploded. My orgasm took me quickly, and I came all over her face. Seeing her face covered in my pussy juice, I felt another rush of accomplishment. Rising quickly, with another glance out the door, she wordlessly made her way back to the counter. As I stopped at the desk, once dressed again, I asked, the skirt as well as the red dress in my hand, "This is comped, right?" She looked up at me and nodded, clearly humiliated at what she had just done. Glancing at her name tag, I spoke her name for the first time. "So Rena, did you enjoy my taste?" Again the downcast nod. "Use words," I demanded. "You have a very unique taste," she answered. "I'm new to having my cunt munched by a girl. What does that mean?" I asked. Her face still red as sin, she admitted, "It was honestly the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted." "That...is good to know," I said. Before adding, "You know it will happen again, right? Whenever I want?" A strange looked crossed her face. It could have been panic, intrigue, excitement, but after a moment she nodded, "Yes." I pulled my phone out and ordered, "Put your cell number in. That way I can get a hold of you whenever I need my cunt pleasured." She wordlessly took the phone and typed in her digits. "Good. I will let you know," I smiled, walking out and thinking skipping class to shop early in the morning was a life-altering decision. I was on top of the freaking world! She may have been world class with her tongue, or an amateur. I didn't know, but I was determined to find out. Having my twat licked for the first time by a woman, and being dominant in doing so, had me on fire. A couple days later, during lunch at school, feeling horny and not for cock, and completely confident she would respond, I texted her: If you're hungry for another taste text me back ASAP. I didn't have to wait even two minutes before I got a response. I'd love to see you again. I texted back: This isn't a date. You will eat my cunt, I will cum all over your face and you will leave. Is that clear? Typing such words made me feel powerful. I wished I could see her face when she read them. This time, the text took almost five minutes; I was just wondering if I was too aggressive with my demand when she replied. Yes, I understand. I texted back, relieved I was right: Good pick me up after school. I will text you the address. Don't be late! I didn't know if she was working at that time. I just assumed she would do whatever it took to obey my order. She texted back: I'll be there. A rush of adrenaline coursed through me and my pussy tingled. I wished I had my own personal cunt licker at school to get me off right here and now. I looked around and wondered if the nerds would be good pussy pleasers, you'd think so, being all keen and shit. Just then, Laurie Richards, cheerleading captain, joined me. "Hi, bitch," she said to me, her usual stuck up, 'I'm better than everyone and yet I still talk to you tough for some silly street cred', talk. She was captain, and I was the assistant-captain, as she liked to remind me. Her older sister Micah, just out of high school had been captain before her. It was widely assumed her younger sister Kendra, also on our team, would be captain after her. There was major snobbery in that household. Especially among those girls. They had a fitting last name, for they were certainly dicks. Their parents were wealthy and the girls were the epitome of spoiled. Now, my mom did well, too. She was executive administrator for Governor Daphne Green. I wasn't allowed to flaunt it like the Richard girls did. In my head, I imagined turning Laurie into my personal pussy pleaser as I replied, "Hi, slut." "You've fucked more guys than me," she countered, playfully. "But I don't take it in the ass," I quipped. She had only done it once and I am sure she rued the day she told me as I had thrown it in her face ever since. "Fuck you," she snapped, instantly moving from playful banter to pissed off. "In your ass?" I questioned, never one to back down to her...the only one in the school who didn't. She stomped away and my head began spinning with possibility. Could I make her eat my cunt? It was definitely something to think about. After school. Rena picked me up in a van and I asked, "Do you have a secluded place to please me?" My mom likely wouldn't be home for another hour, but I couldn't risk it. Plus, my younger sister may be home (she was involved in a lot of the geek school activities...debate, SRC, chess club, UN club to name a few), but I didn't pay attention to her schedule, because she was my little sister and mostly just an annoyance. She said, not looking at me, clearly nervous, "I've never done this before." "Done what? Picked up a high school girl just to eat her cunt?" I asked, still relishing the power I had over her. Again her face flushed. "Yes," she sighed, clearly mortified to be talked to in such a crude, demeaning way. "I wore my cheerleader's outfit for easy access to my sweetness," I said. Before adding, "And I took my panties off so you could just bury your face in-between my legs and get to licking. "Oh," was all Rena said. "Do you have a place to go and taste my honey pie? Or are you so hungry for another taste that you want to go in the back of your van and just devour me right here and now?" I asked bluntly, getting drunk on power. What are the odds she would even have a van? (Apparently pretty good, since she had one). Her face was again as red as last time as she admitted, "I want it now." "You want what now?" I asked. "To eat you again," she whispered. "Eat my what?" I asked, before adding "And look at me when you answer. I don't want my pet to be ashamed of wanting to serve me." Calling her a pet for the first time only enhanced my dominance over her. She looked at me nervously, and admitted, "I want to eat your cunt right now." "Maybe we should do it right in the front seat," I suggested, although it would have been incredibly awkward, uncomfortable and likely we would have gotten caught, which I didn't want. "No, no, no," she quickly answered, "Let's go in the back." "As you wish, my pet," I nodded, beginning the conditioning of her new name. There was an entrance in between our seats and I followed her to the back. It wasn't the cleanest van and I pondered why she had a van in the first place, but I really didn't want to get to know her, I just wanted to use and dominate her. She pulled out a blanket and laid it in the floor. "Does my pet often have a snack back here?" I asked. "Um, no, but it's good to be prepared," she smiled back for the first time. In a private space, her shyness seemed to slowly fade away. Maybe it was who she was, maybe she was accepting her situation or maybe she just craved my honey pie so badly she would do anything for it. I liked that theory. Once she had the blanket down, I suggested, "Have a pillow in here for next time. Is that understood, my pet?" "Yes," she nodded, as I laid down on the ground, lifting up my skimpy skirt to give her a perfect view of my cunt. Without instruction, she crawled between my legs and began pleasing me. I had nothing to compare it to, but I realized soon there was a difference between a quickie and a lengthy pussy pleasing. This time, with time not being a factor, fear of being caught not a factor, fear of getting fired not a factor, she really took her time. She licked slowly, exploring every crevice of my pussy, both the outside and the inside. The slow build was amazing compared to the usual wham-bam-grunt-cum-fall-asleep of the guys I'd fucked. Actually, it occurred to me, as Rena's tongue slithered up and down my pussy lips, I had never orgasmed from a guy's tongue or cock for that matter. It had always been my fingers afterward that finished the job they started, yet couldn't finish. My first orgasm from something other than my fingers or toys was from Rena a couple of days ago. My breathing got heavier, and my orgasm was rising, when I finally spoke again, "Do, you want my cum, my pet?" "Yes," she admitted with hunger in her voice, between licks. Again sensing there was something missing with her response, I instructed, "Yes, Bree." She repeated my words, while flicking my clit with her tongue, "Yes, Bree." Yet, there was still something missing. It was consuming my thoughts and not allowing me to completely enjoy the pleasure the lesbo was giving me, nor to reach the orgasm my body was dying to have, the concentration on my clit really driving me wild. Suddenly the word popped into my head. A word that enhanced even more the position of power I had over the older, cute, lesbian. "You mean, 'Yes, Mistress Bree', don't you?" She looked up at me, her tongue extended to still be on my clit, and answered, the shy persona completely gone, and replaced with a insatiably hungry lesbian, "Yes, Mistress Bree, I desperately want to get you off and taste your cum like a good pet." The declaration of submission, the lustful look in her eyes and her eager obedience, was the fuel that flamed the fire in my loins and as she returned to pleasuring me, my building orgasm accelerated as I grabbed her head, pulled her deep into me, and came all over her face. She kept licking even as my body trembled with pleasure unlike any I had experienced. I saw fireworks exploding as I finally understood just how great an orgasm could feel. I had been fucked by teenage boys and men and pleasured myself with my fingers, a brush, a beer bottle, and the one vibrator I had just got a couple weeks ago, but I had no idea what a real orgasm felt like until that moment. Spent, I let go of her head. Rena asked, "Mistress, can I tell you something?" My body was still pulsing with the aftermath of euphoria and I weakly answered, "Yes, my pet," wanting to make sure she still understood the hierarchy of this sexual relationship. "You have the most unique tasting pussy I have ever eaten," she revealed. She had mentioned that during our first encounter, I leaned up slightly to look at her. "Is that a good thing?" "God, yes," she said, licking her lips to apparently retrieve more of my sweetness. "How so?" I asked, curious. "Well, I have been with quite a few women since I accepted my sexuality. Each has her own taste, but each has a similar taste, yet yours is an exotic mix I can't explain, but I have been craving it since you left last time," she admitted, clearly confused herself by the uniqueness of it. Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pre-MILF "So I have an exotic tasting cunt?" I asked, the idea somehow flattering. "I wanted to taste you again to see if it was just a one-time thing, what you ate that day perhaps, or if you always tasted like this and well, so far so good," she smiled, the shyness completely gone as I realized I had my first girl infatuated with me. "That is very good to know," I smiled, unaware at the time she wasn't making this up. I indeed had a very exotic, sweet, addicting pussy. My unique flavour was like nicotine for a pussy pleaser, one taste and you are addicted and quitting is almost impossible. Oddly, it didn't seem to work on men; my theory, is that when it comes to pussy tasting, like everything else in life in regarding women, they are oblivious. 2. STUCK UP CHEERLEADER BITCH (Laurie) I had Rena drive me home and had her between my legs a couple more times before an opportunity presented itself to get Laurie to become my next pet. Although I didn't believe it at the time, I do now: fate is on my side. With Rena, the store remained empty for almost twenty minutes while I accomplished my first seduction. Then this one Saturday, while at a frat party (I rarely went to high school parties), I noticed Princess Laurie at the keg, filling up what was clearly not her first cup of beer. I slyly got my phone out and filmed her. I got a great deal of footage, including her kissing three different guys, going into a room with a different guy and catching her in all her glory as she was kneeling at the porcelain throne to call Ralph. Finally having what I needed, I left the party to plan. Little Miss Hurls-a-lot was probably done for that weekend, so I waited until next week to start things rolling. Being great with video editing, and having Homecoming in two weeks, I made a promo video for Laurie as homecoming queen mixed with clips from her weekend. I called Laurie on Thursday, and asked, sounding giddy, "I really have a good idea for a new cheer. Could you come over to check it out?" As I expected and hoped, bitch Laurie could not be bothered. "If you want me to review it, you'll have to come to my house. I really don't feel like going out." Excellent! This fit my plans perfectly. Arriving at her house, I was greeted by her younger sister and teammate, Kendra, who gave me her best fake smile, stating, "Hi Bree, Laurie's upstairs in her room." "Thanks," I said, giving a just as fake smile back. Arriving at Laurie's door, I knocked softly. "Yeah, come on in." Once in her room, patience not one of her virtues, she said, "Well, let's see this great new routine of yours." It was obvious she figured she was doing me a favour and was apparently already bored before I even started. I pulled out a DVD of some cheer I pulled off the internet and half-heartedly went through the moves. After finishing, Laurie gave her usual, very blunt, negative and condescending assessment. "I've seen it before and you're not even doing it right. Is that all you came for?" "Actually, I do have another one. Look at this." I pulled out another DVD, one of the special homecoming promo I made of her. Of course, I had made more than one copy. "I was bored and decided to make a promo video for your homecoming run next week." "Who would run against me?" She asked, her pretentiousness only making me want to make her mine more, so I could put her in her place. "Likely, no one," I shrugged, "but better safe than sorry." "I suppose," she said, as the video started. The first twenty seconds were clips of cheerleading and of last year's prom when she was a date for a senior in her junior year. I could tell she was enjoying it when it suddenly shifted to last weekend's party. "What the hell is this?" She said, her tone sharp like vinegar. "I don't know," I mockingly said, pretending to be surprised. "Where did you get this? How dare you! You delete that shit now!" She roared, pulling the DVD out of the machine and breaking it in half. Remaining calm, I pointed out, "It's okay, I made extra copies." You bitch. What do you want? You think you'll take my place as captain? Ain't gonna happen!" She continued her rampage, thinking she could scare me like she does everyone else. "First, your fear tactics won't work with me. Second, I know how you tick. Third, actually I want you to remain captain. I like a pretty girl in charge," I quipped. "What do you want?" She repeated, clearly thinking she could talk her way out of this. "Have you ever been with another girl?" I asked, throwing her a curveball. "What?! No, I'm not a dyke!" she ranted, missing the point completely. "No, it's good to know you're not a lesbian. I'm not either," I replied. "Well, good," She sighed dramatically. After a pause, I laid out my plan, "You'll do just fine." "Have you lost your fucking mind?" She roared, going completely ballistic, as I anticipated, which somehow made this blackmail more enjoyable. "That's all a matter of opinion," I shrugged. "I told you I'm not a dyke," she continued. "I know. That's why it will be so much more fun when you eat my pussy," I answered, continuing to remain calm in the onslaught of verbal assault. "That will never happen, you fucking bitch," she continued, sticking to her stubborn ways. "I don't know," I shrugged, "That little video says it will. Or would your parents like a viewing? Your boyfriend?" "You wouldn't dare," she glared at me, although for the first time her tone implied she was realizing she was in a bit of a predicament. "Actually, I would and you know I would. And I'm getting kind of tired of this debate, so I'm gonna need you on your knees." "Not a chance!" She defiantly retorted, arms crossed. "When do your parents get home? I'm sure I can wait," I calmly returned, checking my phone. Angry, but broken, Laurie hissed, "If I do this, you delete the video?" "Maybe," I shrugged. "I hate you," she shot back, throwing daggers at me with her glare and tone. "I've never particularly liked you, you dumb bitch, but I'm sure I'll love your tongue," I countered, before repeating, "now get on your knees." She pleaded one more time, now trying to bargain, "Please, Bree, we can work something out." "We are," I smiled. "You will be my personal pussy pleaser and I won't reveal your many indiscretions." "You really are a bitch," she said. "I'm not disagreeing with your assessment," I smirked, "but it does take one to know one. Now for the last fucking time, get...on...your...fucking...knees." Reluctantly, her eyes still shooting daggers at me, she dropped to her knees in front of me. I stood over her and quipped, just because I could, "You can pretend it's a beer tap if it makes you feel better. Though I'm sure you'll enjoy the taste more. I even went sans underwear so you could dive in. Now lick." As she moved her tongue through my cunt lips, I again felt that incredible rush. That thrilling, undeniable rush of having another girl submit to me that got me revved up. She had obviously never licked twat before, unlike Rena, yet I could still feel my orgasm quickly building in only a couple of minutes. After being rather tentative at first, she began licking with a little more intent, as if having gotten just a sampling of my pussy delicacy, she wanted to have the full meal deal. "You're a natural, little cunt licker," I moaned, wanting to push her further. She didn't protest, but continued licking as if completely entranced by my cunt. Getting close, I ordered, "Suck on my clit, you eager little slut." She obeyed, again without protest, sucking on my clit as my juices washed over her face as I screamed, loud enough to likely alert her younger sister of the activity currently transpiring, "I'm coming, you eager pussy slut." I held her head in between my legs throughout my orgasm. Once spent, I let go of her head. Looking ashamed, but strangely excited, her face dripping with my wetness, she stood up and said, "Are we good now?" "Until I need you again or until you crave my sweet nectar again," I countered. "This was a one-time thing," she protested. "Whatever gave you that idea, slut?" I asked, allowing my skirt to fall back down. "I'm not a slut," she protested. I could have pointed out the guys she made out with last weekend, the guy she spent twenty minutes with and that none of them were her college boyfriend, but I focused entirely on what just transpired. "Did you or did you not just eat my pussy until I came? All. Over. Your. Face." "Yes," she muttered, "but you made me." "I'd say that qualifies as a slut. Plus, I didn't make you lick so eagerly. It seemed once you started you couldn't get enough of my sweet pie," I countered. "Don't fool yourself," she retorted. "No, you don't fool yourself," I shot right back. "It's obvious I have created a pussy pleaser." "Fuck you," she snapped, again getting agitated. "Maybe one day," I shrugged. "By the way, I have a much more entertaining movie now," I said, waving my phone. "Oh, please no," she responded, realizing I had filmed her pussy munching. "I won't if you're obedient," I replied, before adding, "you do understand this will happen again." "Please, I'll do anything," she pleaded, knowing her reputation would be ruined if either of the videos went public. She was not so pretentious now. "Of that, I have no doubt. For now just know that you're now my very own slut, and I'll have your tongue when I want it," I ordered. Getting ready to leave, I added, "One last thing, unless we're in front of others, you will call me Mistress. I want you to know who's in charge now, Captain." "Seriously?" She questioned, still thinking she could control this. "Don't pretend you didn't love licking my twat," I said, "I can see through your pretentious facade. You loved it and probably are already looking forward to the next time." "Yes, I'm a complete dyke now," she sarcastically retorted. "Good slut. You learn fast and remember I'm now Mistress Bree. I'll be in touch," I finished, turning to leave her sitting on her bed, stunned, my cunt drippings streaking her face. After my second conquest, every girl I saw I wondered what their upper lips would feel like on my lower ones. I wondered which ones could be dominated. I wondered which ones had already eaten cunt. I wasn't a lesbian as I didn't want to return the favour or even find out what a pussy tasted like, I just wanted to conquer more girls. The rush of making Laurie my pussy pleaser was the most erotic moment of my life and I wanted that rush again. I was like an adrenaline junkie, but my rush came from turning straight girls. I occasionally had Rena between my legs and I kept Laurie busy knowing her place...on her knees between my thighs. But I soon started wanting more and eventually targeted Kimberly. 3. NERDY MINISTER'S DAUGHTER (Kimberly) Kimberly was easily the smartest girl in our school, which was instantly a tempting challenge to see if I could make the nerd a cunt muncher. Adding to the deliciousness of my next prey, she was a very shy girl, whose dad was the minister of a church. I didn't know her well, my best friend Katherine knew her better as they went to the same church. I thought she would be attractive if she would trade in those lame 50s style glasses she wore for some contacts, pulled her hair out that perpetual bun, and lose the frumpy clothes. She was too shy to even try though. She mostly kept to herself, content to keep acing tests. In many ways she reminded me of the Mandy Moore character in that movie 'Walk to Remember'. I decided I would bring her out of her shell and out of her clothes...kind of a charity task, while adding to my small but hopefully growing stable of pets. As soon as I had decided on my target, I got that familiar feeling again, just thinking about dominating this shy wallflower. Pretending I needed some help with French, even though it was actually the class I most excelled in, I convinced her to tutor me at her house. After a half hour or so of conjugating French verbs, I started my real work. Out of the blue, I asked, "Have you ever had sex, Kimberly?" Demurely, and so adorably, she answered, "No. Why do you ask that?" "Have you ever thought about it? I mean, I think you're really pretty. I don't know why you hide behind those old clothes and that librarian look," I continued, knowing that flattery gets you everywhere, especially when it is towards someone who is not used to hearing it aimed towards them. "Really?" She asked, clearly surprised by the shift in conversation and the compliment. "Of course, if you'd like I could help you with a complete makeover. Get you a new hairdo, lose the glasses and get contacts or sexy frames, even help you buy some make-up and a whole new wardrobe," I continued. "Clothing make the woman," I finished, which was partly true...a push-up bra does wonders to enhance the selling points of a woman. "I don't know," she said tentatively. "Trust me," I said, "I can change your whole image in a couple of days." "My dad wouldn't approve," she said, her shy reserved side coming out. "I would suggest we don't tell him," I shrugged. "So I assume you haven't been with a boy either." "Not at all," she answered, clearly uncomfortable talking about this. "Have you thought about it?" I continued controlling the conversation. "Yeah, sometimes, but I really try to concern myself with my studies," she answered. "My father says I can meet a good Christian boy when I go to Bible college." "Is that what you want?" I asked, trying to pull her in as a friend, "A good Christian boy?" "I don't know," she admitted. "I never really thought about it." "You should, you're eighteen, you're an adult, you can make your own decisions," I said, trying to raise her self-confidence. "I guess," she said, not convinced. "Have you ever been with a girl?" I asked, setting her up for what I had planned. "What? No, I'm not a lesbian. Not that I find anything wrong with that. It's just if I haven't done anything with a boy, I certainly haven't with a girl." "Would you, though?" I said as I slowly, and on the sly, parted my thighs. "I don't know," she said, a little frazzled by the turn of the conversation that was already way out of her comfort zone. "Like I said, I haven't had sex with anyone, and really haven't given it much thought." "Do you find me attractive?" I asked. "You're very pretty," she answered, as she fidgeted. "Can I tell you a secret?" I asked. "Sure," she nodded, easily getting drawn into my web. "Being with another girl is the most intimate and sexy thing I have ever done," I admitted, opening my legs a bit more, my cheerleading skirt barely hiding my cunt. "You've been with a girl?" She asked, startled by my confession. "A couple. And I hope to make it three today," I bluntly said, my intentions now crystal clear. She stammered, her cheeks going red, "B-B-Bree, this conversation is making me a little uncomfortable." I stood up and tugged down my skirt to reveal my shaved cunt, of course not wearing any underwear for the seduction, "Well, then let's get more comfortable." "Bree!" She gasped, as she stared at me, unable to take her eyes off my shaved cunt. "I've had my eye on you for a while, Kimberly and I think you think about sex and girls more than you say," I said, sitting back down opening my legs to showcase my pussy perfection. She looked at me nervously, unable to speak. "I think you are quite curious what it would be like to taste a girl," I continued, noticing her glance between my legs. "Actually, I think you are more than curious," I confidently assessed. I stood up moved to her and undid the bun in her hair and shook it loose. "First, let's get you out of this grandma bun." Still speechless, I went for the jugular as I leaned in and kissed her. I hadn't kissed a girl before with intent. Oh sure, I had made out with girls to tease the boys, but never with a purpose of intimacy. I hadn't kissed Rena and I hadn't kissed Laurie, but as I was quickly learning each seduction has a different route to the final destination. My tongue explored her mouth, doing all the work at first, until she found her nerve and responded. Our tongues twirled with each of us sucking hungrily on the other. Breaking the kiss, I concluded at that moment the Mistress always breaks the kiss first. I looked into her eyes as she stared at me with a mixture of confusion and lust (a look I would see again on a plethora of women I would later seduce...that adorable moment when I know they are mine, yet they are still processing the sudden turn of events and their unnatural feelings). I pushed her back gently on the bed and said, "I think you're ready to try." I mounted her body and knew that unlike the rough, dominant way I took Laurie, this seduction needed a tender woman's touch (although I planned to make her a submissive slut by the time her transformation was complete). As I slowly brought my soaked box to her mouth, drawing her in had made me very wet. I gently pulled the back of her head into me. "Eat," was all I said. And she did. She started slowly at first. It was, after all, her first time. But as she progressed, the licks got more focused. Her tongue stroked up and down my pussy. She slowly used her tongue like a small cock and slid it in and out of my hole, something neither of my first two pets had done. She sucked my clit like a vacuum. Like the overachiever that she was, she was becoming the best pussy pleaser she could be. My moans increased as her eagerness had me ready to burst and when she slid two fingers inside me, as she took my clit between her lips and twirled her tongue around it, I lost control. My orgasm crashed over me in waves. When I stopped spasming, finally sated, I moved off her face. Her glasses, still on her nose, were smeared with my cum. To my surprise, she spoke first. "Well, I guess I've had sex now." "Did you enjoy it?" I asked, although the answer was obvious. Her face was still a little red, but she answered, "A lot more than I thought I would." "You have a great, eager little tongue," I complimented. "Thanks, I guess," she said, the compliment a strange one considering today started as French tutoring. "No, seriously. Your tongue was like a magic wand and I think I will be wanting you to do that a lot more," I said, setting her up for the actual shift from a spontaneous cunt licker to a sub servitude relationship. "I'd like that," she said, "Your taste was well...heavenly." "Coming from the daughter of a minister that is a great compliment," I said. As I looked around, I spotted her hairbrush. "And since you were such a good pussy pleasure I think you deserve a reward." "What do you mean?" She asked, confused. "You should get yourself off," I revealed. "You do pleasure yourself?" "Sometimes," she admitted, seemingly more embarrassed by that admission than the fact she had just eaten me out. I got off the bed, grabbed the brush and tossed it to her. "Use this." "Really?" She asked, looking at the brush. "Sure," I nodded, "it's like a small cock" "In front of you?" She asked, again more nervous about this than about me straddling her face earlier. "After what you just did, you ask that?" I questioned, pointing out the obvious. "I guess," she said, still nervous as she took the brush and moved it to her pussy. She then proceeded to fuck herself with the handle of the brush. Closing her eyes and pursing her lips, she looked fucking hot. I considered going down on her. I was curious what she would taste like, what any girl would taste like, yet I refrained knowing that to stay in control I couldn't give away any power or my aloof aura of control. Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pre-MILF When she came, I smiled wide as she moaned, "Oh Godddddddd." Adorably, she didn't swear at all. Watching her get herself off, my pussy was ready for round two. I said, "Now you have your very own personal fuck toy." "I guess," she said, the brush handle still in her. "I need to go soon, but do you want one last taste before I leave?" I asked, curious what her reaction would be. "God, yes," she answered, which again was hot coming from a minister's daughter. I again straddled her face and she again pleasured me to a second orgasm. As I put my skirt back on, I said, "That was very good, my pet. I really enjoyed this hands on version of French." She gave a confused look at the term 'my pet.' I continued, "You understand now that you're my pet." "I'm not sure I understand what that means," she said. "That whenever I need my pussy licked you will be there to please me," I said. "Oh," she said, surprised by the expectation. Confident I had her hook, line and sinker, I added, "Unless you're not interested in that." Quickly, she blurted out, "No, no, I want to be your pet." "Excellent," I nodded. "And in return for being such a good cunt licking pet, I'll help transform your look." "Okay," she nodded, still, I think, getting her head around the sudden life altering change that had just transpired. "One last thing," I said, as I opened the door to leave. "Yes," she said, looking at me with anticipation. "When we're alone like this my pet, you are to refer to me as Mistress Bree," I revealed. "I understand, Mistress Bree," she nodded, a much more loyal, obedient pet than Laurie. Although I still planned to train that bitch to be an obedient pet yet. As I drove home, feeling the high of another successful conquest, I realized that every seduction would be different, and that excited the hell out of me. 4. MY BESTIE (Katherine) Katherine was my best friend. We had been neighbours and friends for years. But in this new life I was living, I was looking at her in a different light. Yes, she was beautiful. Yes, she was my bestie. But in the world there are leaders, and there are followers. And Katherine was a follower. And I was about to lead her down a new path. Plus, it was driving me nuts that I had nobody to tell about this new life I was living. No one to share my thrilling conquests with. I figured Katherine could be two things at once: my best friend who I could share all with and also my pet who could participate and share in all my seductions. She really never knew what hit her. Do I feel guilty about doing my best friend that way? Hell no, what I felt was wonderful with the way her tongue pleased me. It was a tossup between her, wanting to please her best friend, and Kimberly, being the overachiever, as to who ate pussy the best. We were studying, supposedly, but mainly just shooting the breeze. "How much do you love me?" I asked out of the blue. "You're my lifelong best friend," she answered, "I love you unconditionally." "Those are wedding vows," I joked. "And friendship is forever," she shrugged. "So you're my old ball and chain," I joked, thinking she was setting herself up unknowingly. She laughed, "Well, you can sometimes be a nag." "Hey," I said, throwing a pillow at her. "Yeah, but how far would you go to prove your love for me?" I asked, after a brief pause. "I'd do anything for you," she added, meaning it because of how loyal a friend she was. "Good. I really need you to do something for me, something rather crazy," I said, as I sat on the edge of the bed, spread my cheerleading skirt to show I was sans panties. "What are you thinking?" She asked, clearly surprised. "I said I needed a favour. I'm incredibly horny. I really need you to get me off," I answered. "Bree, have you lost your mind? I'm not a lesbo, and I'm your best friend," she pointed out. "I know, and you said you'd do anything for me. I really need you to do this," I continued. "Seriously?" She asked. "Yes, plus we've already made out a few times," I pointed out. "That was to tease the guys," she countered. "Well, this time it will be to please your best friend," I countered back, before adding, "just imagine you're kissing my lips, just a different set of lips." "Well," she said, clearly torn over the task and the promise she made seconds earlier. "Pleasasssse," I whined, "I'm sooo horny." "Well, I guess if you don't tell anyone, it will be all right," she said with reluctant agreement. "Come here," I ordered. She approached me and moved her fingers to my cunt. "No, with your mouth," I instructed. She looked shocked initially, but then knelt in front of me. She looked up at me as if giving me one more chance to tell her I was just kidding before she leaned forward and began licking. The euphoria of getting my first pet Rena was divine, turning that bitch Laurie was satisfying justice, turning sweet Kimberly was a thrill, but this was the ultimate moment in my quest to create my own girl harem and her tongue was exquisite. After a tentative start, similar to Laurie and Kimberly, she really got into it. It felt like she truly wanted to show how much she wanted to please her best friend. Her tongue was everywhere. While Kimberly was the perfectionist, Katherine wanted to be the most perfect bestie ever. Her tongue even fluttered over my asshole, an unexpected, but very pleasant experience, which triggered a whole new idea for the future. Unlike previous conquests, I didn't talk throughout the experience, instead just enjoying the beautiful moment I had created. When the inevitable explosion of pleasure finally erupted, I gripped her head to ride her face hard, gritting my teeth to keep from screaming out, and alerting my fifteen year old sister to what was transpiring. When I let go of her head, she said. "I don't know why I did that. I'm not a dyke. I've never even thought about another girl. But when you told me to lick you, I just couldn't help myself," she said. I looked at her and smiled, "Well, I hate to correct you, but you are a dyke now. Now, you're my dyke only, but still a dyke." She looked at me startled. I continued, "Although dyke isn't a very flattering term because when I think of that word I think of ugly aggressive women, but you, you are beautiful." Her face blushed, looking so adorably cute with her face coated in my juices. I finished, "No, you're my pet." "Your pet?" She repeated, clearly shocked by what I was saying. "Yes, pets are loyal and obedient and are always eager to please," I explained. "I sound like a faithful dog," she said, slightly annoyed by my analogy so far. "And pets get rewarded," I said, standing up and going to my closet to grab a toy I had purchased just the day before for the hopeful completion of this conquest. She didn't speak, clearly overwhelmed by the events. "Get on the bed and get undressed," I ordered, as I turned around, strap-on cock in my hand. She gasped, "You're not serious?" "Did eating me out get you horny?" I asked, although confident of the answer. "A little," she shrugged. "I'm guessing you've actually soaked those panties of yours," I guessed, as I started putting on the strap-on, excited to try fucking someone with it. I ordered, knowing I needed to take control, Katherine always a follower and not one to make decisions, "Now get undressed and get on the bed." Seeing the plastic cock on my waist and always one to obey my orders, she was a born submissive and a natural one to add to my collection, she stood up, got out of her jeans and panties and began to get on the bed. "T-shirt and bra, too," I ordered, wanting her to submit to me completely, to be vulnerable and willing. She again obeyed, her eyes showing a mixture of lust and confusion. Once on the bed, I ordered, "On all fours," as I saw that position as one of power for me. She quickly changed positions as I moved behind her. I rubbed the plastic cock up and down her pussy lips and she moaned. I whispered, "I think you're a bit wet down there, actually probably a lot wet. Did you like eating my cunt?" "It was different," she answered. Knowing she did enjoy it, I said, my cock teasing her pussy lips, "Be honest, my pet, did you enjoy eating my cunt?" "Yes, damn it," she said frustrated, likely at both my teasing and how much she enjoyed serving me. "I knew you would," I said, as I slowly filled her cunt with my six inch plastic toy. "Hooooow did you knoooow?" she moaned as I filled her cunt. "I know everything about you Katherine. You love to please people, you hate confrontation and you are submissive by nature," I explained, my cock buried inside her but not moving. "That's not flattering," she said. "It's not meant as an insult. You're an amazing kind-hearted person what loves to please people," I explained, "thus you're a natural to be a submissive pet." "Again, not flattered," she replied. "Katherine, I seduced you because I want to share all my conquests with you, I want you to be with me on my journey of sexual discovery," I continued, wanting her to understand she was more than a pet to be. "There are others?" She asked. "Oh my, yes," I teased, wanting to let reality marinate in her head for a moment before adding, "and I want you to be both my pet when I need you to be and my number two in sharing all my conquests," I revealed, as I began fucking her. "Oh God," she moaned, as I didn't make love to her, I fucked her hard. "I want you to be by my side and between my thighs," I quipped, thinking that was pretty witty as my body slammed into hers. "Yessss," she moaned, as I held her hips and fucked her hard. After a few deep thrusts, my body slamming into her, my best friend got animated, "Yes, Bree, fuck your peeeeet"" As anticipated, she quickly fell into her role as submissive. Hearing her moan, and hearing her beg, created a new amazing feeling of adrenaline coursing through me as I understood the power of a cock. I corrected, "You mean Mistress Bree, don't you, my pet?" She didn't hesitate, obedience part of her DNA, "Yes, Mistress Bree, fuck your pet harrrrrrd." I continued slamming into her, wanting to hear her explode, but worried about my sister hearing us, "Now come for me, my pet. But remember, my sister is downstairs." "Okayyy," she moaned, her breathing implying she was close. I didn't realize how exhausting fucking someone was, sweat forming, as I continued pounding her twat as hard as I could, loving the feeling of our bodies colliding. Finally, she stiffened, gasped, and we collapsed forward, the most sexy, almost non-verbal orgasm ever. My cock half in her, I watched her tremble. Finally, I pulled out, as Katherine rolled onto her back, still trying to recover from her orgasm. "So do you want to be my loyal assistant," I asked taking the cock off. "You want me to be your Tonto?" She quipped. "Well, you're a lot cuter than Tonto, but sure," I smiled. "I can't believe we just did that," she said, finally almost breathing normally. "I can't believe we waited this long," I countered. "Touché," she laughed. "You understand I was serious though, you're my pet slut, although my favourite one. After all, we are best friends," I added, wanting to make clear my expectations. "I don't care. I'll be whatever you want, that was amazing and, like I said, I'll do anything for you. If you need help with anyone else, I'll do whatever it takes to assist you," she replied, clearly ready and willing to start this new crazy journey. "We're going to have a fun senior year," I quipped. "So you already have other pets?" she asked. "Are you curious who?" I asked, joining her on my bed. "Of course," she smiled, turning on her side to look at me. "You know two of my three," I revealed, still not yet revealing names. "Tell me," she demanded, "I'm your best friend and I can't believe you have been keeping this secret from me." "What secret?" I asked, acting all innocent. "That you're a straight girl turner," she countered. I hadn't thought about that, although three of my four pets so far were indeed straight before I pulled them in with my magnetic pull. "Hmmmm, I like that, although one of my pets was already a pussy pleaser." I retold the story of my accidental start towards domming women before repeating, "The other two you know." "Please tell me one is that bitch Carol," Katherine said. "Hmmm, no, but what a delicious thought," I mused, our school president and daughter of the mayor and easily the second biggest bitch in our school, after the already turned Laurie. "Well, if we are making a list of potential pet pussy pleasers," she smiled, "I'd definitely put her on my to Domme list." "To Domme list, I love that," I smiled. "So who are the other two," she asked. I sat up and straddled her, saying, "I'll give you the names, but you'll have to work for it." "Mmmmmm," she smiled, "I'm a little bit famished." She brought me to a second orgasm, before I revealed the other two, which both shocked and excited her. "You've been really busy," she joked. "I'm a busy beaver," I quipped. "At getting beaver," she joked. "That I am," I smiled, my head spinning with all the fun we could have this senior year. Over the next month, I didn't add any new pets, although Katherine got eaten out by Rena, my training of Laurie continued with a strap-on fucking and I allowed Katherine to have her own pet, Kimberly. The two of them pleasured me together one night, which was absolutely amazing. It was then that my hunger for new blood took control and I set my sites on Katherine's suggestion. I went after Carol Rowe. 5. SCHOOLING THE SCHOOL PRESIDENT (Carol) Carol Rowe was our class president and the daughter of our mayor, a girl so fake she pretended to like everyone, but was nasty as hell behind their backs. Although she had most of the teachers snowed, many of her fellow classmates saw through that facade of niceness. And if Katherine didn't like her that said a lot, she, unlike me, genuinely liked everyone. I had seduced, blackmailed and gently persuaded my first four pets and this time I would use a mixture of all to get Carol. The good news is Carol was all about image and any threat to her pristine image was a possible threat. In many ways, she was already well on her way to being a politician. Carol was in her small office, an office she requested be made for her when she won the class presidency, although no one ran against her, when I began my seduction. I walked in and asked, "What are your plans for the Christmas dance?" "I don't know, our next meeting is tomorrow," she answered, startled by me and obviously not interested in hearing my idea. "The girls and I were thinking a formal dance," I suggested, although that idea was strictly mine. "That's a great idea," she said, although it was obvious that she was just entertaining my idea, "that's not something we've done before." The idea of making her submit in her own office suddenly became very appealing as I looked at her behind her desk acting as if she was actually important. I said, "Awesome, I hoped you would like it." After a pause, I asked, "Can I ask you a personal question?" She looked at me curious, but answered like any politician would. "Depends on the question." "How do you do it?" I asked. "Do what?" She questioned. "Get straight A's, be class president and also do all the charity stuff you do," I listed, although I had learned from my pet Kimberly, that a lot of her major assignments were done by the nerd herd (Kimberly and a few others who did it for her and she paid them...rather generously). "Dedication," she shrugged. "I'm dedicated too," I countered, although my dedication was to cheerleader and domming girls. "but I'm in awe of how you keep it together. I mean how do you fit in a boyfriend?" "Boys are too much work," she said, flippantly. "Oh, you're a lesbian," I concluded, "That makes a lot of sense actually." "I'm not a lesbian," she corrected, appalled by my assumption. "I'm just not ready to take time out of my life to date." "Oh my God," I said, before adding, trying to open a door, "if I didn't have an orgasm every day or two I'd shrivel up and die." She smiled, ever so slyly, "I didn't say I didn't orgasm." "Does our class president have a naughty side?" I asked, raising my eyebrow, trying to force her hand, "because you're seen by our classmates as kind of a prude." "I don't care what most of my classmates think," she shrugged. "I'm here to graduate, have a great resume and go to college on a full ride." "But I thought you were class president because you want to make the school a better place," I continued, the set-up working well as my phone recorded the whole conversation. "Just like you really care who wins the football and basketball games," she countered. "You cheer so the boys want to sleep with you and the girls want to be you." "Touché," I agreed, all true, although I did want my teams to win, I had school spirit. "So you don't really care about our school?" I asked, already having some good blackmail evidence, but wanting more. "I do, but only in the sense that it pads my resume," she shrugged. "You see you and I are not much different." "Oh," I smiled, "we are quite different. Thanks for the chat, and let me know how my dance suggestion goes." As anticipated, according to Kimberly who is on the SRC she explained, after eating me out of course, Carol had brought up the idea of a formal winter dance and, of course, took credit for it. A couple days later, I went to her office after school, closed her door, and said, "I'm very disappointed in you." "Excuse me?" She asked, looking up from her laptop. "You took credit for my idea," I accused. "Does it really matter whose idea it was?" She asked. "In the big scope of things," I answered, "not really. But this is another example of where you have proven you're not a good leader for our class." "Says the cheerleader," she sarcastically said. I walked to her desk and closed her laptop. "What are you doing?" She asked, pissed off. "It's time you learned who really runs the school," I answered, moving her laptop aside, pushing her chair back and sitting directly in front of her. "You think it's you?" She questioned, amused. "No," I answered, before adding a couple of seconds later, "I know it's me." "Get out of my office," she ordered. Ignoring her, I continued, "You think you have everyone snowed, but I've always known you were a manipulating bitch, you know why?" "Why?" She asked rolling her eyes. "Because I'm a manipulating bitch," I shrugged, as I lifted my ass up and hiked my skimpy cheerleading skirt to reveal my cunt. "What are you doing?" She asked, shocked. "Well, you're in here alone and could probably use a snack," I shrugged. "Plus it's time you understood the true hierarchy of this school." "I'm not a dyke," she said, before standing up and adding, smug just like Laurie was, "and I do run the school and the teachers." "Sit down, bitch," I demanded. "Fuck you," she said back, the first time I had ever heard her swear. I revealed my ace up my sleeve, "Did you know that leaving the scene of a hit and run is illegal?" "W-w-what?" She stammered, her face going white as a sheet. Everybody slips up. Yes, even me. It's just in my case, since I had started this new life, I was on guard against slipping up. Also, being the daughter of the executive administrator of the governor has perks. Mom came home one day telling me how the mayor's daughter had left the scene of a hit and run car accident, but she had been caught because of a surveillance camera at a red light. The mayor had donated a 100,000 dollars to the Governor for her upcoming election run so she would help keep it out of the papers and make sure his daughter didn't have a record. "How much did it cost to keep that a secret?" Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pre-MILF "Please, I can give you money," she said, it having worked once before. "I don't want your money, I want your face buried between my legs licking my twat," I said, loving talking dirty to prudes like her. I then added, "I imagine you have sucked some cock to get where you are, just think of this as doing whatever it takes to stay in power." "We can work something out," she said, again just like Laurie, trying desperately to find an angle to get out of this situation. "Oh we are," I smiled, opening my legs further, as I snapped my fingers and pointed to the chair, "you will remain President, you will continue to snow the other students and teachers, and you will be my personal pussy pleaser whenever I need one." "I'm not a lesbian," she protested, even as she sat down. "Me either, but I like watching girls eat my cunt," I replied, snapping my fingers and this time pointing to my cunt. "But," she began, but I cut her off. "Look, I don't have all day. Consider this a business deal. You eat my cunt and I keep your secret, I explained very business-like. "Fuck," she sighed, easily the most dramatic sigh I had ever heard and I am a cheerleader and used to dramatics. "Get eating," I ordered, "I really don't have all day." She reluctantly rolled her chair back in, and slowly moved her face to my pussy. I joked, "Don't worry, I don't bite." After another brief hesitation, she began licking. "Good girl," I moaned, as she got started. I'm sure she wanted to say something witty, but she refrained as she ate away. Like the others who had snacked on my delicacy, once she got a taste, the licking shifted from slow and tentative to fast and eager. Looking at this bitch between my legs, the usual first time rush went up my spine. Sure, she was the worst cunt muncher so far, and sure my orgasm wasn't close to my best, but I still came hard all over her face after a few minutes. I filmed the entire scene with my phone to add to the grip I planned to have on her. Once I was done coming, I looked down at her and said, "You will need a lot of practice." Her face drenched, yet her eyes betraying her, even as she tried to remain strong, "I'm not doing that again." I laughed, "First, you fucking loved eating me out and second, I bet your cunt is soaked." "Trust me, it's not," she said, rolling her chair away. "Show me," I said, calling her bluff. "I'm not showing you," she replied. "Tell you what," I began, confident I was right. "If your cunt is dry, I will never bother you again and I swear your secret will go to the grave with me, but if your cunt is wet, and we both know your panties are wet right now, like your face, you will be my pet submissive and I your Mistress." "Leave," she said, ignoring the deal. "Avoiding my generous offer," I smirked. "You really are a politician." I stood up, went to the door and said, "I expect you on your knees, under your desk tomorrow after school, or else." Before she could respond, I left. As expected, the next day, she was under her desk as she began her training as a pussy pleaser. Christmas came and I did often, too from my different pussy pleasers and it wasn't until we came back from Christmas break that I decided to add another adult to my growing stable of pets. It just seemed natural that my next conquest be a teacher and although there were a few to choose from the hottest was Ms. Martens, a first year teacher that all the boys drooled over. 6. TAMING THE TEACHER (Ms. Martens) Being a dedicated first year teacher, who thinks she can still make a difference, I knew she always stayed late. When I walked into her room after cheerleading practice as expected I found her at her desk grading papers. "Go home, Ms. Martens, you need a social life." She looked up and laughed, "I could say the same thing to you, Bree. It's almost six o'clock." "Oh trust me, I have a very active social life," I countered. "What can I do for you?" She asked, as she didn't have a response to my sexually implied answer. I closed her classroom door, happy that her desk was hidden from view, and said, "Actually I hear you have a pretty active social life." "Excuse me?" She questioned. "According to the boys you are often giving them extra motivation after school," I lied, never hearing any such thing, the truth is she seemed completely oblivious to the drooling and hard-ons she caused the majority of her male students. "That's outrageous," she said. "I was just thinking that it's so unfair that only the boys get the extra motivation," I said, sauntering over to her. "I mean, I was pretty sure you were a lesbian." This was true, although I wasn't sure why...just a hunch...an inner instinct. Her face went red at the accusation. She was a lesbian. "I knew it," I smiled, reaching her desk. "So I imagine you haven't had dinner yet." "I was just leaving," she said, clearly getting uncomfortable. "It's okay, Ms. Martens, I brought dinner in," I seductively countered, now standing directly in front of her, my cunt directly in front of her face if she turned sideways, my skimpy cheerleading skirt the only thing hiding my addictive aura of heaven. She stammered, not moving, "I-I-I'm your teacher." "And now my teacher pet," I countered. "I could get fired for this," she said, even though she wasn't really putting up much of a fight, just delaying the inevitable. I lifted up my skirt, revealing my perfect pussy, and offered, ever so gently, "Go ahead, Ms. Martens, I can see the hunger in your eyes." To her credit, she didn't lean forward and submit like others did, but she also didn't look away. She said weakly, "I can't." "But you want to?" I asked. "Please, go," she said, her voice cracking. Deciding to play hard to get, wanting her to submit to me of her own free will, I devised a new type of seduction and submission, I said, "Okay, but when you change your mind I'm not going to give you this sweet pie so easily." I dropped my skirt and began to walk out, stopping at the door, I turned and said, "Have a great night, Ms. Martens." Over the next week, I constantly teased her: On Monday, I flashed my cunt while she taught, going sans underwear that day. On Tuesday, I came in at lunch, after I had Carol eat me in her office, handed in my poetry assignment and put my finger to her lips and asked, my scent lingering, "Want a sample taste?" Before she could respond, I again left, leaving her wanting more I hoped. On Wednesday, I left a pair of my soiled panties in her purse that I had masturbated in, something I seldom did now that I had a few pets to get me off. I also whispered to her at the end of class, "Submission is inevitable." On Thursday, I had Kimberly hand her a small gift before school started: Ben wa balls with a note that I expected them in her all day. After school, I returned to her classroom and asked bluntly, "Did you obey, my teacher pet?" "Bree, this is getting out of hand," she replied, avoiding the question. "It was a yes or no question," I countered, implying I was annoyed. "You told another student I was your pet?" She asked, clearly mortified "No, my pet obeyed her simple instructions," I explained. "She has no idea why she gave them to you other than an assumption I have chosen you as my next pet." "How many pets do you have?" She asked, seeming more in awe of my prowess than mortified by my focus on her. "You will be number six," I answered, as I walked to her. Her face went beat red. It was obvious by her facial expression she was battling with conflicting emotions: the moral 'I'm a teacher and must be the adult in this situation' vs the immoral 'I'm a submissive lesbian and am dying to submit'. "You still haven't answered my very simple yes or no question," I pointed out. She went to her desk, pulled open the drawer, took out the ben was balls and handed them to me. "I can't," she whispered, not able to look me in the eye. I smiled as I took the ben wa balls. "Ms. Martens can I ask you one question?" "I guess," she answered, clearly struggling with the temptation that lingered before her. "Is your cunt wet right now?" I bluntly asked. "Bree!" She gasped, shocked by the question, even though the redness in her cheeks and the look in her eyes gave me the answer to my question. "I'll take it, by the undeniable lust in your eyes, that that sweet pussy of yours is dripping wet," I continued, sensing her fragile moral resistance was brittle. "Bree, I need you to leave," she said, still not looking me in the eye. "Look me in the eyes, Ms. Martens and tell me that twat of yours isn't sticking to your panties because they're so wet," I ordered, continuing my aggressive assault on the beautiful teacher. She looked me in the eyes and said, her tone surprisingly firm all of a sudden, "Leave now, Bree." I smiled, not letting this brief defiance, act as a deterrent, and shrugged, "Your loss, Ms. Martens." I turned and walked away again, stopping at the door. "By the way, I always get what I want. And what I want is my own pet teacher." I again left and for the first time I was not sure I was going to get what I wanted. At school on Friday, I didn't do anything at all, instead trying to play mind games with her. That said, I could tell she was flustered and my confidence, which was briefly weakened, came back. I had resolved I was going to go for broke, but not at school. Instead I would leave the ball in her hands while setting her up for the opportunity to cross the line that I believed she was willing to cross. After school, I walked in and said, "Ms. Martens, I will be at your house at precisely eight o'clock tonight. I expect your front door unlocked, you on your knees in your living room, and dressed in the sexiest lingerie you own." "Bree," she said, her cheeks going ruby red. "I just can't." "I know you want this, you know you want this," I said. "I'm giving you one more chance to submit as my pet teacher in the safety of your home. If you really don't want to submit to me and taste my perfection, then have your door locked." I moved to her ear, my hot breath on her neck, "But we both know that deep down you not only want this...you need it...you crave it." Her breathing was getting heavy, as I tugged on her ear and said, "See you at eight," before I walked out leaving her a horny mess, I believed. I waited outside a moment before returning and adding, noticing she still hadn't moved, "Ms. Martens, note this is your last chance. If you don't obey then I will know you are not interested and I'll leave you alone, but we both know you will obey." I again left pretty confident I was right, yet a lingering doubt remained. At eight, I pulled in front of her house and went to her door. This was the moment of truth. Was I right? Was I as irresistible as I thought I was? I took a breath, feeling slight anxiety at the possibly of being rejected, the rush of seduction being such an addicting act of adrenalin that I wasn't sure what I would do if I was wrong. I put my hand on the door knob and turned. A chill went up my spine and a rush of wetness dampened my pussy as the door opened easily. I walked in feeling exhilarated with power as I was greeted by my beautiful, sexy teacher on her knees as instructed. In a red lace bra, a matching thong, garter-belt and beige stockings, she looked radiant. I greeted her as I closed the door, "My pet deserves a reward for obeying her instructions." I walked over to her, lifted up my skirt and offered her my pussy. Without a word, only utter obedience, she leaned forward and licked my pussy, the invisible line of propriety crossed. Every seduction is unique, every seduction is a rush, but this one was a new high as I overcame a potential rejection of adding her to my growing collection of pets...plus she was a teacher which only added to the taboo of it all. I moaned, "That's it, my teacher pet." It was obvious as her tongue explored my cunt that she was a very experienced pussy pleaser. "Is my pet teacher a lesbian?" I asked, after a couple minutes of pleasure, although the answer had been practically given in her class when I first broached the topic. When she didn't answer, I moved back slightly and repeated the question, "is my pet teacher a lesbian?" "N-n-no," she stammered, "but I'm bi." "You eat cunt and suck cock?" I bluntly asked, slightly surprised she was bi. "Yes," she admitted, her cheeks red as the fiery flames of hell. "Which do you prefer?" I asked, leaving my sweetness lingering just out of my new pet's reach. "I like them both," she admitted. "So if a juicy cock was here and my cunt which would you choose?" I asked, my finger parting my wet pussy lips. "Yours," she answered. "My what?" I questioned, wanting to hear her swear. "Your vagina," she answered, staring at my cunt. "My what?" I questioned, as I slid a finger inside my cunt, "use big girl words." "Your cunt, I'd like to eat your cunt," she admitted, desperation in her tone. "Beg, my teacher pet," I ordered, slowly fingering myself. Her hungry eyes never left my cunt as she begged, her desperation increasing, "Please Bree, let your pet teacher bury herself in that sweet cunt of yours." "It's Mistress Bree when we're alone," I added to my expectations. Without any hesitation, her desire to taste me overriding any sort of hierarchy, "Yes, Mistress Bree," she nodded, still staring at my cunt. "Such a good teacher pet," I purred, as I moved my cunt back within reach. She eagerly buried her pretty face in my cunt and licked hungrily like a woman lost in the desert finally finding water. Maybe it was her amazing tongue, maybe it was because she was easily the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in person, maybe it was that she was one of my teachers or maybe I was just fucking horny, but after only a couple of minutes of her magical tongue I was near orgasm. I moaned, as I held her deep into me, "I'm comiiiiing," a moment later as I coated her beautiful face with my cunt juice. She eagerly licked my juices like it was lifesaving water as my body trembled. Once my orgasm had finished its glorious journey through me, I let go of her head, looked down and complimented, "You look incredibly sexy with cunt cum all over your face." "Thank you, Mistress," she answered, still slightly embarrassed and yet already accepting her new submissive position. "Are you wet?" I asked. "Soaked, Mistress," she admitted. "What toys do you have?" I queried, curious if her innocent exterior was hiding a slutty interior. She blushed again, "I have a few, Mistress." "Show me," I ordered. She began to stand up, but I pointed out, "Pets crawl." She returned to her knees and then all fours and began crawling towards a hallway. It was easily the hottest thing I had ever witnessed: this beautiful teacher in lingerie crawling like a dog, her amazing ass in perfect view. Reaching her bedroom, she crawled to her bed and pulled out a long container (one made to hold wrapping paper) and opened it. I gasped at the many toys she had. I commented, "That's quite the collection," as I bent down and asked, pulling out a long plastic dildo looking thing with two ends, "What is this?" "A double ended dildo," she answered. "How does it work?" I asked, realizing I apparently was a sex toy novice only having a vibrator and a strap-on. "It goes in both our cunts and we get each other off, Mistress," she explained, the light bulb suddenly going on. "Delicious," I purred. "And this is a unique strap-on," I pointed out, grabbing one that had two cocks. "It's for double penetration, Mistress," my teacher pet explained. My eyes went wide. "Does my teacher pet take it in the ass?" I questioned, the idea one that hadn't occurred to me until that moment. "Yes, Mistress, getting double penetrated is the way I come hardest," the hot enough to be a model teacher admitted. "And these are butt plugs, I assume," I asked, as I pointed to three similar styled black plastic things. "Yes, Mistress," she nodded. "And what is this?" I asked, grabbing a long purple cock with a suction cup at the end. "A wall suction cock," she revealed. As I looked at her slightly confused, she explained, "You can put it on the wall or a headboard and then literally fuck yourself with it." "Show me," I smiled, thinking tonight was going to be a fun, long night. She took the purple wall cock, put it in her mouth like a bone, and crawled to an open spot on her wall. She put the suction cup on the wall, tugged her thong down and backed herself onto the cock. The surreal submission continued to be the ultimate turn on from her crawling with a cock in her mouth, to her beginning to fuck herself, to her complete obedience, to her soft moans and facial expressions as she fucked herself while her face was still shiny with my cunt cum. As she fucked herself, biting her lip, with her eyes closed, I got undressed, put on the double cock strap-on, the idea of ass fucking her yet another new thrill. When ready, her moans increasing, I asked, "Does my pet teacher want to get DP'd?" "God, yes," she moaned as she bounced back taking all the plastic cock in her cunt. "Crawl onto the bed," I ordered, again enjoying watching her be a real teacher pet. She obeyed and was soon on all fours, her two inviting holes posing for me. She asked, "Please use the lube that is in the box, Mistress." I hadn't thought about that, being an anal virgin both giving and receiving, so I reached down and grabbed the anal lube. I poured some on the top cock and some more down her ass crack, my own cunt wet at the anticipation of fucking her ass. I positioned my double cock at her two inviting holes and asked again, "Does my teacher pet want to get DP'd by her student?" "Yesss, Mistress, fuck both my holes," she eagerly agreed, clearly horny as hell. I slowly pushed forward and listened to her whimper as the toy disappeared inside her. Watching the cock slide in her ass was incredibly hot and I knew that all my pets were soon going to get some ass fucking training. Once all in, I began slowly fucking both her holes. At first her moans were soft as she got used to having a cock in her ass, but as I kept slow fucking her, the moans began to increase and my reserved, beautiful teacher began to get animated. "Harder, Mistress, slam both those cocks deep in your slut." Hearing her call herself a slut enhanced again my enjoyment at her complete submission as I obliged her request, shifting from slow fucking to hard, bodies slamming into each other, fucking. "Oh fuuuuck," she screamed, the instant I slammed into her hard. As I held onto her hips, fucking her as hard as I could, feeling how exhilarating it was to be in the position of a man, I demanded, "Tell me exactly what you want, my slut." "To be fucked like the slutty teacher I am. Pound both my holes until I come like a cheap whore," she answered, as her wicked tongue and heavy breathing implied she was close. I kept fucking her hard and after a couple of minutes of intense, hard-core pounding, she babbled as her orgasm hit her, "Oh God, fuck, shit, so good, oh God, yes, yes, harder, Mistress, yes, yes, oh fucking shit, yessssssssss." She collapsed forward as her orgasm hit her. I leaned forward and continued my assault on her two holes even as she screamed with euphoria. "Shit, shit, shit," she babbled, as her left hand slammed her bed. I slowed down, getting a leg cramp myself, and eventually pulled out. My cunt burning itself, I decided I wanted to try this double dildo thing. I got off the bed, got out of the strap-on and grabbed the long dildo. Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pre-MILF Ms. Martens was now on her back, pussy juice still leaking out of her cunt, when I returned to the bed. I asked, "Ready for more?" "You really are insatiable," she smiled. "That's a very nice way of putting it," I smiled, as I joined her on the bed. She took the dildo and instructed, "Lie down." "Are you trying to play Mistress?" I questioned. "No, Mistress," she said, shaking her head, "just trying to help you in using this toy." "Okay," I nodded, lying down. She crawled between my legs with the plastic snake and began rubbing it up and down my already very wet pussy lips. "Don't tease me, slut, shove it in me," I demanded, incredibly horny. She slid the wide long plastic snake into my wanton cunt deeper than any cock had ever been in me. I felt so full and watched as she then moved close to me and began inserting the other end in her cunt. As she slithered closer to me, the plastic snake disappeared inside her. As the last inches disappeared in her, our cunts were almost touching and the dildo somehow reached new depths in me again. She then said, her tone so hot it dripped naughtiness, "Wanna fuck?" "God, yes," I moaned, wanting to see how this strange dildo worked. She reached for my hands, our fingers intertwining, and said, "Buck your hips forward with me on three." "Okay," I nodded, feeling this was the best education lesson I had ever received from a teacher. "One, two, three," she counted all the while staring me in the eyes. On three, I bucked my hips forward, as did she, and the dildo filled me so deeply I didn't think it could reach such depths. Our cunt lips kissed, as the entirety of the plastic cock disappeared inside us. "Fuuuuck," I screamed, as we started grinding our cunts together, literally fucking each other simultaneously. The act was intense, nasty and intimate, as we held hands throughout the grinding. Our moans increased with each grind, the pleasure building inside me like an inferno. After a couple of minutes of wordless, sweaty lust, my orgasm was rising. "Oh yes, fuck," I babbled, full of insatiable lust. "Yes, Mistress," she said too, her own breathing implying a second orgasm was imminent for both us of. Briefly she wasn't my pet, but my lover, as I said, "Come with me." "Kkkkk," she moaned, as we stared into each other's eyes. "Oh, God, so closssse," I moaned, sweat pouring down me. "Me tooooo," she whimpered. "Here I come," I declared and demanded with urgency, "come now, now, now." "Yesssssssss," we both screamed in unison as we let go of each other and collapsed back on our backs. The dildo still in us, I could feel it quiver in me, as her orgasm pulsed through it into me. Every orgasm is unique and pleasurable, but somehow I had never come as hard as I had in this moment. We both laid there for an eternity, recovering from our respective orgasms. Eventually, I got up deciding I would head to the Friday night party, late as usual, "That was fun." "That was exhausting," she said, still lying in her back, her perfect body showcased. "Remember, you will obey me without hesitation," I added, as I started getting dressed. "Please don't out me at school, Mistress," she requested, looking vulnerable and nervous. "Be a good teacher pet and your secret will remain between us," I answered, while thinking to myself 'well, between us and my other pets'. When I was finished getting dressed, I took the three plugs and some lube, she had three bottles, which made me wonder just how kinky she was, and said, "I'm going to borrow these." "Okay," she nodded, still not moving. I headed out knowing that I planned to train each of my pets to be ass submissive sluts too. 7. WELCOMING THE BRITS (Mary Jane) After a couple months of ass training my pets, I was again craving the seduction phase. When a new student moved from London on an exchange program for the rest of the year, I had found my new target. She was very pretty and her accent really was sexy. I invited her to join the cheerleading squad and after a week of practice invited her over for a special weekend initiation. She eagerly agreed to her first sleepover, something she said they regularly did back home. That first night, Laurie and I taught her all our different dance routines before ordering pizza and throwing on our favourite sleepover movie, "Bring it On". We drank some wine, ate pizza and watched the movie before deciding to change the topic. "So Mary Jane," I asked, "Do you have a boyfriend back at home?" "No," she shook her head. "A girlfriend?" I asked. She gasped. "I'm not judging, it's 2014 and I've heard that British girls are a lot more sexually aggressive," I continued. "Some can be," she agreed. "You're not one of those?" I continued my sexual investigation. "I didn't say that," she coyly smiled. "Are you a virgin?" Laurie asked, getting involved in the interrogation. "No," she said. "Boy or girl?" Laurie asked. "Boy," she said, before adding, "man actually." "How so?" I asked. "He was twenty-three," she admitted. "Slut," Laurie playfully teased. "Have you ever been with a girl?" I asked. "Just some snoggin',"she answered. "Snoggin?" I questioned. "Kissing," she explained. "Ohhhh," I nodded. "So what are we going to do next?" Laurie asked, knowing she wasn't allowed to come, until Mary Jane was between my legs. "Let's play a little truth or dare," I suggested. "Isn't that a little middle school?" Mary Jane asked. "Not if the dares and questions are adult," I countered. "Okay, I'm intrigued," Mary Jane smiled. "Truth or dare," I asked my next conquest. "Truth," she said. "Have you ever fantasized about eating pussy?" I bluntly asked. Her eyes went big. "Well this is indeed a more adult version." "Yes or no," I continued. "Haven't we all," she answered, trying to fit in with us desperately, even though she was obviously surprised by the blunt question. "Maybe," I shrugged. "Your turn to ask Laurie," I pointed out. Mary Jane asked, "Truth or dare?" "Truth," Laurie answered. Mary Jane pondered what to ask, clearly wanting to look as edgy as I had with my question, yet obviously unsure what to ask. Finally, she asked, going for the more conservative question, "Have you ever kissed a girl?" "And like it," I sang. "The taste of her cherry chapstick," Laurie continued, as she moved all sultry to Mary Jane before leaning in and kissing her. It wasn't a peck either, but a few seconds where I assumed tongues were exploring. I asked, once the kiss ended, "So is that a yes?" Laurie shrugged, "I don't kiss and tell. Truth or dare?" "Well, I'll follow suit. Truth," I decided. "Do you find Mary Jane attractive?" Laurie asked. "If I was a guy I'd fuck her here and now," I answered, foreshadowing exactly what I soon planned to do to her. Mary Jane went red, but responded rather quickly, "And I'd let you, I haven't been shagged in six months." "Snoggin', shagged," I repeated, "Your English terms are so hot." "What's pussy licking called in English?" Laurie asked. "Muff diving, eating out, trenching," she answered. "Trenching is a new one," I nodded, envisioning her muff diving while she dined on my delicacy. "There's also rug munching," Laurie added. "Eating at the y," I contributed. "Eating pie," Mary Jane said. "Carpet munching," Laurie suggested. "That's the same as rug munching," I pointed out. "How about going down south?" She asked. "Could be for sucking cock too, but I'll give it to you," I nodded, before listing a few, "box lunch, cunt lapping, eating beaver, pink taco fest." "You're quiet the pussy eating expert," Mary Jane quipped. I smiled, "Oh, I just know that my cunt is like eating peaches and strawberries." Mary Jane was not sure what to say to that and an odd silence suddenly lingered. Laurie added, "Kitty candy." That was actually a really good one. "Well, all I know is I have the best kitty candy in the world," I said, my eyes bearing in on Mary Jane, my intent rather blunt. Again there was silence before I asked, "Truth or dare, Mary Jane." "Truth" she answered again. "Did Laurie kissing you make your kitty candy wet?" I questioned. Her face went instantly beet red, her face giving us an answer before she admitted, "Yes, a little." "It can't be a little," I pointed out. "Either you're wet or you're not wet." "Yes, I'm wet," she sighed. "It's been a while since I've been touched. I'm going through withdrawals." "We can fix that," I quipped. Mary Jane gave another look of surprise, but joked, "You're going to set me up with Adam?" "We could do that, but tonight I think we may introduce you to Big Lex," I replied, foreshadowing my big nine inch strap-on I planned to fuck her with...which I had named Big Lex after Lex Steele the legendary big black cock porn star. Laurie coughed at the obvious innuendo that Mary was oblivious to. Laurie said, "Truth," getting us back on topic. Mary Jane, again took a while to consider a question, before finally asking, "When was the last time you had a kitty snack?" Laurie raised her eyebrow and asked back, "Who says I like kitty snacks?" Mary Jane, showing a little spunk countered, "Well, the answer you give will answer two questions I was wondering about." I had Laurie get me off fifteen minutes before Mary Jane arrived so the truth to the question would answer even more than two things. Laurie looked at me and I nodded in the affirmative. "About fifteen minutes before you came over," she answered without a hint of shame. Mary Jane understood instantly. She looked at me and I just stared back with no expression on my face. "Dare," I said without having the question asked. "I dare you to get completely naked and show us your kitty candy," Laurie dared. I smiled, "I don't know, once the candy shop is open there is no closing it." By now, it was obvious Mary Jane understood that there was some sort of lesbian action between Laurie and I, but I couldn't read for sure what she thought of the whole situation. I asked her, "Mary Jane, do you want to see my candy shop?" To my surprise, she remained brazen, "A dare is a dare." "True enough," I nodded, as I slipped out of my pajamas revealing I wasn't wearing a bra or panties. I sat back down on the couch, opened my legs to showcase my candy shop. Taking charge of the seduction, I looked to Mary Jane and asked, "Dare or dare?" Mary Jane was staring at my cunt when she responded with a smile, likely already knowing where this was going, "Dare apparently." "Get on your knees, crawl to me and taste my honey hive," I ordered, creating yet another new name for my cunt, as my fingers traced my outer pussy lips. Mary Jane, transfixed on my honey hive, didn't say a word, as she did exactly as instructed, dropping to her knees, crawling the few feet to me and extending her tongue and licking me. She licked me for a few seconds and then stopped and began to back up. I asked, "Are you done?" "Do you want me to continue?" She asked, the dare itself to just taste the honey hive. "Do you want to continue?" I countered, putting the decision back to her. "Um," she began, not sure of the words to say even though it was obvious she wanted to. Laurie interjected, like the good pet she had become, "If you don't, I will." That seemed to be the trigger, the piece of permission she was looking for, as she admitted, "Yes, I would." "Yes, you would what?" I asked my fingers returning to my wetness. "Yes, I'd like to sample your candy store," she replied, looking up at me with the familiar look of lust I saw from all my pets when the tantalizing temptation of my cunt was so appetizingly close. It was also a look of transformation...a look where the girl between my legs has a moment of clarity, a moment where she realizes, without a doubt, her world has changed. "Go ahead, my pet," I offered, the endearing name another moment of submission, a foreshadowing of all I would expect of her soon. She didn't react to being called pet, so intoxicated with my scent, with the desire to get more of the sweet taste she just sampled. Instead, she leaned forward and began her journey into being a submissive pet for me. Like most first timers, she wasn't particularly experienced and the pleasure was more based on her eagerness than her technique. Her tongue explored randomly, licking up and down my wet pussy lips. I moaned, knowing early encouragement was important in training a new pet, "Good girl, you will make a very good pet." There was just a brief moment of hesitation as she heard that I didn't expect this to be a one-time thing, but as usual, her desire to continue tasting me overrode whatever may lie ahead. "That's it," I continued, my orgasm always coming quicker when a new pet submits for the first time. It's not her tongue, but the euphoria, the rush of adrenaline, another successful seduction. "Suck on my clit, my pet, and you will soon be rewarded with your Mistress's honey." Adding to the expectations, she again hesitated briefly, but I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her deep into my honey bee. She obeyed my order, and soon was sucking my swollen clit between her lips. I looked at Laurie, who was filming the whole thing with my phone as earlier instructed, and winked. A couple more minutes of concentrated stimulation on my clit and my orgasm was near eruption. I ground my ass up and down, and screamed, as I began coming all over her face, "Yes, you nasty little cunt licking slut, lick all my sweet honey!" She tried licking, obviously wanting the full meal deal after getting so many samplings as I held her face in place. Finally, spent, I let go and purred, "I think you'll make a very good pet, Mary Jane." She looked up at me, her face coated with my pussy juice, and asked, "Pet?" I nodded, "Yes, if you want to taste me again, you will be a very good obedient pet." "Really?" She questioned, surprised by my expectations. "Go get Big Lex," I ordered Laurie. "Yes, Mistress," Laurie nodded, again understanding her place and role. Mary Jane's facial expression was adorable as I continued, "My pet, I'll ask you a couple of simple questions. One, are you horny right now?" "Yes, I'm bloody horny as hell," she admitted. "Do you want to taste me again?" I added, although I knew the answer already. "Yes," she agreed, as she glanced back down to my glistening cunt. "Yes, what?" I questioned, leading her to the submission that was to follow. She paused briefly, looked up at me, before looking back at my pussy, "Yes, Mistress." "Good girl," I purred, just as Laurie returned with the big black cock in her hands. I stood up, and Laurie wordlessly put it on me. Once on, I asked, looking down at my new British pet, "Want to get fucked?" Her eyes went big at seeing the big, long, thick black cock. "It's huge," she said, not answering the question, instead mesmerized by the cock. "It's nine inches of plastic perfection," I shrugged. "It's my special cock to reward good obedient pets. If you want it in that wet cunt of yours, come suck on it." Mary Jane hesitated only for a moment, before she sat up and took the plastic mushroom top in her mouth. She had clearly sucked a lot of cock before as she quickly began bobbing back and forth on the long cock, taking more than any of my other sluts had. After a minute or two, I ordered, "Sit up on the couch on your knees and bend over, my British pet." She scurried into position, obviously dying to have the black cock in her cunt. I moved behind her and rubbed the cock between her very wet pussy lips. "Beg, slut," I ordered, always loving to hear the insatiable desperate hunger of a pet in lust. "Please shove that big cock in my kitty," she moaned, the cock teasing her pussy lips. Usually I made them beg more, but I wanted to fuck her. I didn't slide it in, I didn't tease, I slammed all nine inches of the massive cock into her. The scream, a mixture of pleasure and pain, echoed throughout the house as my body crashed into hers. "Bloody helllllll," she screamed. The cock buried deep in her, I asked, "What do you want, my pet?" Her body trembled, as she weakly got out, "For Mistress to shag me senseless." I loved her accent and her quirky language, so I obliged her request as I held onto her hips and began fucking her hard. Her tongue, the nastiest I have ever heard, babbled like the insatiable slut she was: "Oh bloody fuck, slam that big cock in my cunt." "Shiiiit, shag me, roger me, fuck me." "Fuck me with that plastic willy." She continued her constant nasty talking, her breathing implying she was close. I stopped fucking her and ordered, "Bounce back on my cock, my British slut," as I simultaneously slid a finger in her ass. "Oh shit," she moaned, as she bounced back on the cock, my finger going deeper into her backdoor. "Oh yesss, bugger my arse." Another British term that amused me, 'arse' sounding somehow nastier than 'ass'. I demanded, "Come my nasty little slut, scream your submission to me." "Oh yes, my cunt, my arse, fuck, shiit, I'm your bloody sluuuut," she screamed loud enough to wake the dead, continuing to bounce on the cock even as her orgasm cascaded through her. Finally, I pulled out, and had her clean her cum off the cock before the night got a bit wilder. I had the two pets get in a sixty-nine while I grabbed the anal strap-on cock I had just purchased (I love Amazon) and then had both my pets' asses up as I took turns fucking each of their asses or arses, whichever term turns you on. Mary Jane turned out to be such a big arse slut as she begged to have her arse reamed and came a second time from getting ass fucked. Being a generous Mistress, I then had Mary Jane eat out Laurie who couldn't yet get off from anal sex, something I would continue to work on. The night finished with both of them worshipping my body as I came a second time as well from the double pleasure. All spent, Mary Jane quipped, her hair a mess and her face again coated with my pussy cum, "And I thought you said British girls were more sexually aggressive." 8. BUY ONE SISTER, GET A SECOND FREE (Micah) Of all my pets, as the second semester continued, the most submissive ended up being Katherine; she was already my best friend, but she also became my partner in crime. I ended up taking the anal virginity of all my pets, and punished them when they were disobedient. This included: -Making Ms. Morgan wear a vibrating egg when she wouldn't eat me out after school in her room and turning it on while she was at her desk. -Having Kimberly suck off Walker Reynold, a 350 pound boy because she didn't wear the short skirt she was ordered to. -Making Carol get herself off behind the podium as she spoke at an assembly. -Having my first pet Rena wear the biggest butt plug in her ass while at work. By late spring, after a few punishments, Laurie had become my most insatiable pet. To say she loved to have a box lunch was an understatement. Sometimes she would call me, asking for the chance to taste me again. She had eaten me out in the school bathroom, at a movie theatre, in the back of a cab and in her kitchen while her parents were in the living room. She had become addicted to me and I decided to use that to add to my harem (it had been a while since my last addition and I was definitely craving the rush of a new sub). Lesbian MILF Seductress: Pre-MILF I would add my eighth pet, Laurie's older sister, next. She would fight just like her sister, offer me money just like her sister, but succumb to my charms and blackmail just the same. One day at my house, after I had fucked her to an intense orgasm, I decided to test Laurie's blind obedience to me one more time. I said, "Now leave, slut, and, by the way, I expect no panties at school tomorrow. Lesbian pets keep their cunts easily accessible." "But we have that assembly in the gym tomorrow and I will be performing," she pointed out, her face going white. "Did you just question me, bitch?" I roared, knowing using tone with her always got me my way. "N-n-no, Mistress Bree, I just didn't know if you were aware," she weakly responded, backing down to me instantly. "Do you want to continue to taste my pussy, Laurie?" I asked, softening instantly. A question I already knew the answer to. "Yes Mistress, Bree," she nodded, as she always agreed. "Then do not fucking question me, whore. Perhaps that stuck up older sister of yours would like a taste, or perhaps that fake innocent younger sister would look good between my legs," I added, both of them on my target list, although I would wait for Kendra to be eighteen before adding her as I already had promised. "Please no, Mistress Bree! You said no one would know if I was good. And Kendra's still only seventeen," she pleaded, desperation dripping in her voice as she tried to protect her sisters. "So? That's legal age in our state. And if I desire it bitch, I'll not only have them feasting on my honey pot, I'll have you licking their twats also," I continued, revelling in pushing her buttons. "B-b-but they're my sisters, Bree, I couldn't!" she stammered incredulously. "You can and you will if I say so," I declared, making it clear the conversation was over. The idea of making two sisters lez out and commit incest was suddenly a very appealing idea. As usual, Laurie nodded in obedience, "Yes, Mistress." "Mistress, what?" I questioned, knowing I had to always keep her in place. "Yes, Mistress Bree," Laurie corrected. I softened, as I promised, "Don't worry your pretty little airhead, my pet. If I want Kendra I will wait for her to turn 18." "Thank you, Mistress Bree," Laurie replied with relief. "And I'll keep your secret, cunt...if you're obedient," I added, again reminding her of the relationship we had. "I won't wear panties tomorrow," she sighed. "Good pet. Now off with you," I dismissed. Unknown to me, my mother had heard us. I'm not sure how much she heard, but it was enough to play twenty questions. I dropped hints at perhaps letting her play. She was my mom, but she was still hot. That would have been a feather in my cap for sure, the idea of incest just popping up while I spoke to Laurie. She stated some quirky philosophical bullshit, leaving me annoyed. Fortunately, she left to make dinner, giving me time to ponder my favourite topic: My pets. My mind drifted to my earlier talk with Laurie. The next morning, after allowing Laurie to give me an early morning orgasm, I offered her a great deal. "Tell you what, my pet. I'll let you wear panties for our routine today, but you must do me a favour in return." "Anything!" She nodded, thrilled to not have to do an acrobatic act in front of the whole school sans underwear. The fact that she was willing to actually obey such a ludicrous order, proved her loyalty to me. "I have a task for you," I smiled. "What would that be?" she asked, looking up, still on her knees. "I want you to help me get my next pet," I revealed. "Really?" she asked, excited by the idea. "Yes," I nodded, standing up. "Who?" she asked. "Micah," I revealed. "My sister?" she gasped. "Yes," I nodded, before adding, knowing how competitive the two sisters were. "Wouldn't it be fun to put her in her place?" "But she's my sister," she repeated. "I'm not going to make you eat her out or anything," I said, although I wasn't sure that was true. "I don't know," she hesitated. "Tell you what," I said, as I got ready to leave. "You will not be allowed any access to my cunt or my strap-on's until you get Micah over to my house and on her knees." "How would I do that?" she asked, concerned both at not having my cunt to taste and how she could possibly get her sister on her knees. "You figure it out," I shrugged and left her alone. "But you can wear panties today if you promise to fulfill the task." "Yes, Mistress Bree," she nodded, ... A few days later, she told me at school, "Bree, I think I found a way." "For what?" I asked, thinking she was talking about Micah but not sure. "To make Micah submit," she answered. "Go on," I said, curious. "I searched her computer and she has been sending some very provocative photos of herself to some online guy at another college," she revealed. "Delicious," I nodded. "Did you save copies?" "Yes," she nodded, handing me a USB. After handing it to me, she asked, hungry in her eyes, "Can I, um, taste you?" "Tell you what, let's skip the last class today and I'll reward you for your obedience," I offered. Her eyes got big and she eagerly agreed. "Okay." "And bring Micah," I added, before again leaving her alone, and before she could argue about semantics. ... As instructed, Laurie had Micah come over on the pretense I wanted some advice on a new routine. Micah would come on her own after her classes, and thus I made sure Laurie was busy munching cunt when Micah walked into the living room. Her mouth literally dropped open, like in those old school cartoons as she stammered, "W-w-what the hell is going on here?" "Your sister is eating my cunt," I matter-of-factly pointed out. "Laurie," she ordered, "stop that this instant." Laurie lifted her head up and said, as scripted beforehand, "I can't, I must obey my Mistress." "What?" Micah asked, flabbergasted by the answer. "Your sister and I have a little arrangement," I explained. "She serves as my pet plaything whenever I want and I don't release the video of her being a complete slut. Although truthfully, she loves being my slut, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress," Laurie agreed, stopping licking only long enough to answer me. Micah went to pull Laurie away, when I roared, "Don't you dare or your nasty secret goes viral." She froze. "Excuse me?" I pulled out my phone and texted her one of the couple dozen of photos of Micah naked that Laurie had found while searching her computer. Micah looked at the picture and stammered, "H-h-how did you get this?" "You shouldn't have your password be 'cheerleader'," I pointed out as I put my hand through her sister's hair. "W-w-what do you want?" she asked realizing her predicament. "For you to replace your sister," I answered. "Seriously?" She said, her face souring like a lemon. "No, I'm lying," I sarcastically quipped. "So hurry up before my mom gets home in half an hour." "Please, we can make a deal," she said, using the exact same financial bargaining Laurie had originally tried. "Look around, do you think I need money?" I questioned. "No, I need pets." "Pets?" She repeated. "Yes, pets. Pretty, rich, pretentious pets who lick my cunt whenever I tell them to," I clarified. "Please," she pleaded, knowing she was no longer in control. "Now, bitch," I ordered, snapping my fingers. Laurie backed away. Laurie, her face slightly glistening, suggested, "Just do it, Micah. You have no choice." "You're in on this?" Micah glared. "I didn't take the pictures, slut," Laurie shot back...sibling rivalry. "I don't have time for a she said, she said," I interrupted, "now get over here and eat my cunt." Micah looked at her sister and then reluctantly moved to me. "You'll delete the pictures if I do this?" she asked, hopefully. "Unlikely," I answered, shattering her brief glimpse of hope. "But be an obedient pet and I will keep your secret." Before she could respond, I pulled her head into my wetness. She didn't lick at first, but eventually she did and as usually has become the case after a tentative start, my newest pet began licking more hungrily. The rush of adrenaline coursed through me as it does after every successful seduction. Laurie already had me half way there and thus my orgasm came rather quickly. I held Micah's head deep in me until my orgasm was done before I said, "We will continue this tomorrow." Micah looked up at me, with a glazed confused look on her face. It was obvious she enjoyed what she just did, even though she wasn't that good at it, and she was trying to formulate her thoughts. I smiled, "I taste heavenly. Now go, my pets, and Micah, no panties." Her head spinning, she just nodded, I'm not sure she even comprehended what I said. ... A week later, I had both the girls in my living room when I decided to push the incest button. As Micah licked my pussy, Laurie sucked on my breasts. Nibbling, she bit too hard and I yelped. I roared, "Do you want to eat her pussy, bitch?" "No, Mistress Bree!" Laurie responded, her eyes going big. Micah went to lift her head up, but I held it in place between my legs. "But you will if I command it?" I questioned, softening my voice knowing she would always obey. "Yes, Mistress Bree," she nodded, her face red. "See, that wasn't so fucking hard, was it pet?" I said, showing my power through tone of voice, "And since you had the right answer in that pea brain of yours, I won't make you." Laurie gave a sigh of relief as she sad, "Thank you Mistress." I smiled devilishly, letting go of Micah's head, "No, you won't have to lick her pussy, she'll lick yours." "Please no!" Micah pleaded from between my legs. "She has been an obedient cunt," I snapped looking down at Micah. "You wore panties to the mall when I instructed you not to. Besides, by the way you ate my pussy last time, you need the practice. You're four years older than her, you should lick twat better than that." "But I can't!" she pleaded, tears forming in her eyes. "Please don't make her, Mistress," Laurie pleaded. "I've been obedient even if she hasn't. And you promised!" "Shut up cunt. Or should I add a third member of your family to my pet zoo," I threatened, bringing Kendra up again. No!" pleaded Micah, before looking to her sister, "We have to think of Kendra." "Maybe I'm referring to your mother," I quipped, the idea of eventually getting all four bitches rather appealing. Laurie reluctantly said, understanding this was the way it had to be, "Just do as you're told, Micah." Laurie moved beside me on the couch, and Micah wordlessly moved to her sister. A rush went up my spine as I watched the lesbian act, I leaned over and whispered to Laurie, "How does it feel to have your sister lick that cunt of yours." "Oh fuck, her tongue feels good Mistress!" Laurie moaned in response. "Ah, she could be better bitch," I quipped, wanting to stay in control. A moment later, I ordered, "Tell your sister how her cunt tastes, incest slut." "Sooooo good," Micah moaned from between her sister's legs. "You will be Laurie's slut from now on," I informed Micah, as I winked at Laurie. "Okay, Mistress Bree," Micah agreed between licks, as Laurie smiled with excitement and mouthed thank you. Laurie's moans were getting louder, she grabbed her sister's head tightly, her orgasm obviously close, when we were all startled by my Mom walked into the living room and asked, looking so adorably shocked, "What is going on here?" The next couple of minutes, the sisters covered up, pleaded for my mom not to tell and quickly left the house mortified. You can read about the aftermath of my confrontation with my mom in Lesbian MILF Seductress: Mom, where I am trained in the nuances of both being a pet and a Domme. It was my mom, after all, that started me on my journey to being a MILF hunter. That was three years ago and to this day, I still nurse a love/hate grudge with Mistress Mommy because of that. I still can't believe that I would sub out like that to her, my mother being the first pussy I tasted. Yet, I can't deny the craving I have for Mom's pussy still. I'm getting wet now just thinking of her taste. I have so many pets, yet the thought of my own mother's tasty twat still makes me weak at the knees. But I still hope to one day turn the tables on my mom and although my sister was way too young when these first pets were accumulated, she is turning eighteen soon. THE END