2 comments/ 33160 views/ 2 favorites Mistress By: ToServeHim She sat quietly at the end of her bed, hands folded neatly in her lap, gazing at the girl’s down turned face. The young slave was fastened to a peg on the wall by a gold chain fastened at her neck, it’s restrictive length causing her to have to sit on her knees with her back painfully arched. The woman watched the girl, scrutinizing every inch of her body, having a hard time understanding how it had all come to this. She and her husband had been married for years and one evening in bed, eager to end their sexual rut, she asked how they could spice it up. “You know, something kinky.” She had said, now shaking her head at her words. Her husband turned to face her with a small child-like grin on his lips. It was then that he told her he had always fantasized about having a slave. She started to laugh, sure that he was kidding with her, but the look on his face caused her smile to fade. Her brow furrowed in thought and she shook her head, “I was thinking something a little less severe… I’ll have to think about it.” She rolled over that night, hurt that her husband wanted another woman and eager to get the thought from her mind. So now they sat, Wife and pet, alone and each secretly curious about the other. Her husband had said it was just for “A little while,” and “She’s for both of us…” to try and pacify is affected wife, but she had simply nodded and faked a smile for him. She curtly cleared her throat and spoke to the girl finally, “I don’t want you here. You are only here until I can think of a way to get you out, do you understand that?” The girl looked up at her new mistress large lovely eyes and answered obediently, “Yes Mistress, I understand.” The woman stopped, hearing the girl call her “Mistress.” She couldn’t place the feeling it gave her but she wanted to hear it again pass the girl’s lips. “Do you hate me?” “No Mistress, never.” The girl jumped to answer her quickly. Truly she could never hate this beautiful woman, she only wanted to please her as she had been allowed to please her Master. Standing, the woman walked to the peg on the wall and removed the gold leash, reaching out, she took the girls hand and pulled her to stand before her. Smiling to herself she slid her fingers over the girl’s erect nipples, circling around her, past her pert ass which was still slightly red from this morning’s punishments. The pet was stunning, long deep brown curls inched down her milky back and shoulders, her skin warm and soft to the touch. Her sweet smell enveloped her Mistress as she inspected her form. The woman’s watchful eye caught the girl shiver as her nipples we’re teased and she smiled softly, realizing that if anyone knew how to please a woman, it was another woman. Masking her desire as “revenge” at her husband, she instructed the girl to sit on her knees on the bed, and was almost surprised when the girl quickly obeyed. The Mistress sat in front of her new pet, still in the slinky negligee she had worn to bed, and smiled softly as she played with the sensation of Dominance. “Part your thighs pet, I want to see your sex.” Eagerly the little slave obeyed parting her velvety thighs to reveal her sex, cleanly shaven, and irresistibly pink and wet. Spying the dew gathering on her pet’s pink lips, the Mistress smiled softly, reaching out to brush a finger tip over the little one’s sex. The girl moaned softly as her Mistress inspected her pussy, causing jets of pleasure to flood her spine. The woman pushed her new toy on the bed, parting her pet’s thighs wide. She removed her negligee and crawled around the bed spreading her thighs over her pet’s face as she looked down at her pet’s reddened sex. The girl slid her hands up her Mistress’s outer thighs and over her ass, pulling her face up to hungrily taste her dripping sex. Mistress closed her eyes tight, her desire soaring as she leaned down, burying her face into her pet’s sweet juices. Both took one another, riddled with want and mounting desire, with veracity. The girl slid fingers into her mistresses pussy and ass as her mistresses teeth raked over her throbbing clit. Both approached their orgasm and both were ceaseless in their search and conquest of pleasure. Suddenly each was simultaneously hit with orgasm. Each woman buried her face deep in the other’s sex, lapping and suckling every drop of cum. Tangled thighs and arms quivered as the licks became slow and healing, soft warm kisses on the nether lips of one another. Mistress moved reluctantly from her pet so that she could collapse beside her. She closed her eyes and smiled softly as she felt her pet lean close and begin to softly lick her mistress’s cheeks and lips clean. Mistress With eager anticipation, I tore open the bright, festive wrapping paper. The package was small enough to hold the gift I had hoped for, with the whispered hope of promise it taunted me. Sheepishly, he looked at me, watching as I slid off the last of the ribbons revealing its contents. My hopes crumbled as I fingered the tiny key chain reading the word over and over. "I hope you're not mad," he said, as he tried to interpret my reaction. Grinning, he whispered, "It's a joke." I have always believed that there is a hint of truth behind even the most harmless of jokes. The meaning behind this joke was anything but humorous. Smiling a fake smile, I closed the box and sat his message of truth on the floor amidst the heap of festive rubble. After some light conversation, I kissed him goodnight and locked the door behind him. As I gathered up the crinkly sentiments of Christmas cheer, I uttered the word over and over, "mistress." Sinking to the floor, I thought about the night I earned my newly found position in his life. I was nervous about fulfilling his request, but it was a fantasy of mine too. After weeks of deliberation, I decided to bring this request out of the realms of fiction into the much narrower universe of reality. Taking a deep breath, I slid on the black stockings fastening them to the tiny, sleek, straps of the red satin garter. I took a moment to smooth the rough lace of the camisole, applied a thick layer of lipstick, also red, and practiced my role. When I felt prepared, I sighed and assumed my character, the mistress. Teetering recklessly in the tiny, spiked, red, velvet heels, I entered the room, ordering him to undress. Obligingly, he stripped, standing naked in front of me. I wondered if he could sense my nervousness. Snapping my fingers, I commanded him to look down. My heels made light tapping noises against the wood floor as I circled around him, pretending to assess him for worthiness. I pinched, slapped, and patted him judging his reactions of pleasure to my onslaught. My mind reeled as I tried to plan what to do next. The idea came to me, balancing gingerly on one foot; I slid off my shoe. Forcing him spread eagle gripping the doorframe; I slapped him with the shoe. Lightly pushing the heel into the base of his spine I guided the shoe upwards, leaving a trail of reddened skin. He cried out in sheer desire at the act, shivering against the revere of pain. I pushed him onto the bed and tied his hands with the silk red scarf I had bought earlier that day. I teased him with my tongue, lapping at him, trying to hide my own arousal and eagerness. I ordered him not to get an erection, he cried out against the assault from my tongue, unable to comply with my command. Pinching his tiny nipples I lowered myself onto him, no longer able to maintain my role as mistress, entering the entrapment of his slave. I tried to hold back, but could no longer contain myself. Moaning with delight, I succumbed. Appraising me, he grinned, "I think someone likes being in charge," he whispered teasingly. Easily, he loosened his hands from their soft, satiny bounds sliding them into the wetness we had created. I rocked against him, grabbing at his hips urging him to enter. "Not yet, love," he whispered. I cried out in the agony of lust under the skillful stroking of his fingers. I was still reeling in waves of pleasure when he granted my request. Fast at first, then slower and slower savoring the moment of his passion. We lay exhausted arm in arm, simply enjoying the feel of each other. When it was time to go, I returned the shoes to their box, leaving them under his bed, in the hopes that the opportunity would come to wear them again. A short while later, the winter chill set in and Christmas was close at hand. His gift, his joke, made me realize that the fiction was more pleasant than the cold harshness of reality. My reality was that I loved him. His reality was that I was a mistress. The role was one that I could no longer play. The shoes lay abandoned under the bed. Time passed and winter snows gave way to spring warmth. From him, hardly a word, I felt as abandoned as the shoes. I kept his gift, for a while. When I felt able, I let it go along with the hope I had in him. Did he remember the shoes that yearned to be worn? Had he found someone else to fill them? When he called, I hardly knew what to say. Precariously, I offered the invite, unsure of what to expect. On the exterior, he hadn't changed, but somehow I didn't look at him through the same eyes. We engaged in polite exchanges, updating each other on the happenings of the months that passed since we last spoke. We shared a bottle of wine, enjoying the memory of one another. Shyly, he presented the box, "You left this," he whispered, his eyes cast down. The shoes had returned home. I thanked him. I was at a loss for what else to say. His lips landed on mine with a longing, which startled me. My response was one of passion and lust. Eagerly, I accepted the invitation. Perhaps, we did it for old times sake, perhaps to explore the lost lands of possibility, maybe we were both feeling lonely and lost. Whatever the reason was, it ended with a kiss and a promise to keep in touch. I finished the last droughts of my wine, savoring its taste. I inhaled deeply, his scent still on my skin. I took the shoes out of their box turning them over and over in my hands, relishing their scent, enjoying their softness under my fingertips. I knew I would never wear the shoes again. I was no longer a mistress; time had changed me. I returned them to their box and without a backward glance, tossed them into the trash. The moment, as bitter and sweet as it was, was lost forever. What was once both fiction and reality had passed into a memory. I still see him once in a while. I listen to his stories and he listens to mine. We are both friend and foe. Time has molded and changed us, in ways for the better and in ways for the worse. Sometimes when the nights are cold and Christmas draws near, I lay with the memory of my love for him. I wonder if he thinks of me. Does he miss the love that he never knew? I wonder if he will ever find someone who will fill the shoes that I left behind. Mistress She sits there on her bar stool, fingers playing with her almost empty wine glass. Blood red nails sliding up and down the stem, the rim of the glass stained with her lipstick. She looks around the classy bar, eyes running over the bodies of the men who are gathered there. As she goes to turn back to the bar, she spots the man she wants. He's walking through the door, pausing to let his eyes adjust to the low lighting. He too takes a moment to look around. As his gaze lands on her, she looks him straight in the eye, one eye brow rising, a small smile curving her lips. He lets his gaze move over her body from a distance. He likes what he sees. He's forgotten where he is standing and is bumped from behind, breaking the spell. He murmurs an apology to the people behind him and moves deeper into the bar. He makes his way toward her, moving slowly so he doesn't show too much eagerness. Seeing him being bumped from behind, she turns back to the bar, picks up her wine glass and drains the rest of the wine. She turns to her right, watching as he makes his way to the empty bar stool beside her. As he sits down he takes another long look at her body, running over her seductive curves. As his gaze runs down her legs, he notices that she's wearing knee high leather boots. He realises what he's doing and quickly looks up, straight into her piercing blue eyes. She runs the pink tip of her tongue over her bottom lip, leaving a trail of moisture. "Buy a thirsty girl a drink," she asks in a husky voice. He motions to the bar tender, orders another glass of white wine for her and a bourbon on the rocks for himself. He needs a stiff drink, it'll suit the way his cock is at the moment. "Let me introduce myself," she says, sticking out her right hand. "I'm Belle and you are?" He grasps her hand, shaking it slightly as he responds with his name. "Pleased to meet you," she purrs. He picks up his glass and takes a big swallow, choking slightly at taking more than he expected. He coughs as the bourbon burns down his throat, making his eyes water. She chuckles softly and pats him on the back. "Don't go dying on me now, I've only just met you." She sips her drink as she watches him recover. Quite unexpectedly she drops her right hand down onto his thigh, feeling the muscles bunch under her fingers. Leaning close to his ear, she blows gently. "Come home with me, sugar. I'll make it worth your while." Her warm breath sends shivers down his spine, making his cock harden more in his pants. He looks at her, opens his mouth to respond. She moves forward quickly, pressing her lips against his. Her tongue snakes out and runs along his bottom lip. Before he could return the favour, she leans back on her bar stool, serene smile planted on her face. Grabbing his glass, he swallows the rest of his drink, throws some money on the counter and grabs her hand. Pulling her to her feet, he heads toward the door of the bar, several heads turning to watch them making a hasty getting away, knowing smiles jumping to their faces. Once outside he hails a taxi. A taxi screeches to a halt at the footpath. He opens the door, beckons for her to slide in, then follows behind her. Before he has a chance to give his address, she gives the driver hers. He looks at her with questioning eyes. She explains that her place in nearby and she'd feel more comfortable there. He grins and starts to lean in to kiss her but she stops him with a finger to his lips. A small frown furrows his brow. She doesn't answer the unspoken question, just traces her finger around his lips, leaving a tingling trail in its wake. She moves closer to him, still running her finger over his lips, evading his mouth as he tries to suck her finger into his mouth. Slipping her other hand into his hair, she massages his nape. She can feel him relax even more, so she allows the tip of her finger to go into his mouth, gasping as it touches his tongue. The taxi comes to a halt at her house. He hands over the fare, opens the door and climbs out with Belle close behind him. As they reach her door, she pulls out her keys, unlocks it and pulls him inside, slamming the door behind them. She takes him to the lounge room, switching a lamp on low. "I'll be back in a minute, changing into something a little more comfortable," she says. As she walks out of the room and heads toward her room, he starts to slip off his shoes and jacket, placing them on an armchair. Not sure whether to get totally undressed or not, he decides just to strip naked and be ready for when she comes back. She enters her room, unbuttoning her white blouse. Pulling it off, she unzips her skirt and grabs a few of her favourite items. She heads back down stairs and into the lounge room. She spies him sitting naked on the couch. She laughs softly and tells him that she's impressed. He looks up to find her standing half clothed. His cock hardens painfully as he looks at her wearing a black leather bustier, knee high black boots and black lace panties. She walks slowly into the room, placing the items on a coffee table. She stands in front of him. He looks at her standing there, legs apart, hands on hips. She's rocking back and forth a little bit. As she rocks her can see the moisture that's pooled in her panties but on closer inspection, sees that it is on the inside of her thighs as well. He stands up and moves toward her but she stops him with a hand on his bare chest. "I want to have a little fun with you tonight. You wont get hurt," she informs him. He raises his eyebrows questioningly at her but decides to play along. She walks over the coffee table and picks up a set of handcuffs. She snaps first one on his wrist and then the other. After she's cuffed him she lightly rakes her red nails down his chest and belly, stopping at his cock. She grasps him lightly, but then tightens her grip. With him still in her hand, she turns toward the table again, picking up the whip he hadn't seen. She walks toward the stairs, pulling him along by his cock. They climb upstairs, heading toward her large room. As he enters he sees her king size bed, lets out a sigh of relief and starts to head toward it. But is stopped when she tightens her grip even more, reminding him that she's in control. He looks at her, then notices a large hook in the wall and a rope hanging from him. A cold sweat breaks out over his body. He's really worried no about what he's gotten himself in for. She leads him over to the hook, letting go of his cock. She tells him to raise his arms so she can attach him to the hook. He does what she says, hoping that she wont hurt him. She turns and walks away. While she's got her back turned, he takes a chance to look around the room. He notices there's an armchair facing him about 2 metres away. And on the table beside it is a variety of sex toys. She turns back to him, picking up a feather tickler. As she comes back to him, she places a passionate kiss on his lips, pressing her body against his. Now he thinks this isn't half as bad as he thought. As she continues to kiss him, she takes the feather tickler, running it up and down his thighs and across his belly. Tossing the tickler away, she kisses a trail across his chest, down his belly, stopping before she got to his cock. She drops down into a squat, his cock right in front of her face. She can almost hear him willing her to suck it, take it between her lips and make him cum. But she doesn't. With one of her hands, she pushes his rigid cock to the side, placing a kiss on his ball sack. Rising to her full height, she moves to the armchair and sits down. As she sinks into the seat's cushions, she spreads her legs, her wet panties clinging to her pussy lips. "Now if you're a good boy, you wont have to worry about getting hurt. This whip beside me is mainly for show, but I like to use it at times," she informs him. She moves forward a little so she's closer to the edge of the seat. Leaning back, she lifts up her left leg, placing it over the arm of the chair. Reaching down, she starts to run her fingers up and down the wet lace. He can see her pussy lips slowly open under the lace. She slips the fabric to one side, giving him the perfect view of her sex. She continues to run her fingers up and down her pussy, but this time running them around the edge of her lips, not touching her swollen clit. He looks up to her face and sees her staring at him. She can read his mind, read that he wants to be the one pleasuring her. Belle slips her fingers down low on her pussy, moving them in a circle around her entrance before pushing two fingers in as far as she can. Her eyes close and a moan escapes her lips. She pulls them back out and then slides them back in again, deeper this time. Without opening her eyes, she reaches over to the coffee table and grabs a vibrator from it. A small smile comes to her lips as she thinks of how good it is to tease this man, knowing he wants to pleasure her but cant because he's restrained. Turning on the vibrator, she runs it over her clit, gasping at the sensations shooting through her. She works it around in a circle as she moves it lower and lower until she slides it into her. Raising her hips off the chair, she takes it deeper. He watches on in fascination, his cock twitching, his mouth watering, wanting to taste her. As he watches, she pulls the vibrator from her pussy, drops it onto the table and stands up, making her way to him. She releases him from the hook but leaves him handcuffed. She grabs the chain of the cuffs and pulls him back toward the chair. Sitting down, she puts her leg back over the arm of the chair. Grabbing his head, she guides his head between her legs and tells him to lick her like a good boy. Not needing to be told twice, he sets a fast pace on her clit, running his tongue back and forth over her swollen bud. He shifts his tongue lower to lick at her entrance, but feels the sting of the whip across his naked back. Not sure if she'll whip him again, but willing to risk it, he slides two fingers deep into her soaked pussy. The loud moan she lets loose tells him that she wont whip him. Finding her g-spot he works his fingers furiously on it, his tongue still working at its fast pace. "Good boy, good slave," she praises him. She shoves her fingers through his hair, holding him to the exact spot. "Don't stop," she says quietly. He can feel her pussy squeezing his fingers, letting him know she's about to orgasm. Suddenly she jerks, pushing his face tighter against her clit. She lets out a scream as she squirts her cum over his fingers. He moves his mouth down, licking and trying to catch all of her cum. Belle still has twitches moving though her. He stops flicking his tongue and is about to move his fingers out. Again the sting of the whip hits him across the back. "Don't stop," she tells him. Again he licks at her clit, noticing how much more she trembles and twitches with each stroke. He's amazed that he can feel her pussy tightening again so soon. He stops licking and begins sucking her clit. This sends Belle over the edge again. She moans loudly as she bucks harder against his lips. This time he moves away while she's still shuddering. He sits on the floor, watching her face as she comes down. She opens her eyes, they're bright from the pleasure she just had. She leans forward, kissing him on the lips, tasting her own cum. She runs her tongue over his chin, cleaning him up a little. "Let me take those cuffs off you," she says. Grabbing the key, she unlocks them and takes them off him. Seeing his chance, he grabs them from her, snapping them on her wrists. "What? What are you doing?" she asks. "Now its your turn to being handcuffed," he informs her. "Hey, that's not fair," she pouts. But he lifts her, carrying her to the hook where he was attached not too long ago. He ties her to the hook, facing the wall. He reaches around the front of her, unzipping the leather bustier and pulling it off her. Now she's naked except for the boots, but he's decided to leave them on. He leans close to her ear and tells her she's not to make a noise. He runs his hands over her, starting with her breasts, her nipples pebbling against his palms. He squeezes them, a small moan rising from her throat. With one hand on her breasts, he runs the other down her spine, cupping and squeezing her arse when he reaches it. He pulls his hand back and slaps it across her arse cheek, a sharp intake of breath her only response. He stands directly behind her, rubbing his cock against her. The hand at her breasts makes its way down her belly to her pubic mound. He pushes her back against him. He moves back from her a bit, moves her legs apart to where he wants them. He goes to the coffee table and picks up two items. Her whip and a set of anal beads. He kneels down behind her, getting the perfect view of her pussy from behind. He takes her whip, and runs the handle around the tight entrance of her pussy. He slips it inside of her, pushing until almost the whole handle is inside of her and she's quivering. He pulls it almost fully out of her and then pushes it back in. He slowly fucks her with the whip handle, watching her pussy muscles grip at it. He stops and pulls it fully out, dropping it to the floor and dips his index finger into her. He pulls his finger free of her and works it gently around her rear hole. As he continues to work her arse with is finger, he slides the anal beads into her pussy to coat them with her juices. Pulling the beads out, he slowly slides them into her arse, until they're all inside. He massages her butt cheeks, making sure she's nice and relaxed. He grasps his cock in his right hand, slowly stroking it, letting the wet tip rub against her arse. He tells her to lean stick her arse out a little and to lean forward a little bit. Once she's moved to the way he wants her, he reaches around the front of her, spreading her wet lips. He moves in behind her, finding her entrance and slowly pushes deep into her. Belle forgets what he told her and lets out a moan as his throbbing cock fills her. The sound of the hard slap he deal across her arse cheeks echoes around the room. The sting causing her to hiss. He grabs her by the hips and starts to thrust in and out of her. He pulls all the way out, then shoves back into her, his balls pressed against her clit. His slow fucking is driving her insane. She wants to feel him slam into her, his balls slapping at her clit. She tries to look over her shoulder at him, but the fall of her hair makes it difficult. He senses her needs, pulls her hair back from her face, grasps it in one hand to pull her head back a bit. Her moan vibrates through her, making him slap her arse cheek again. He steps up the pace, wanting to fill her full of his thick white cream. He pulls back and slams into her, a grunt of satisfaction coming from him. He does it again, pulling her head back a bit more. He leans forward and starts to kiss her neck, then sucks on it, branding her. He lets go of her hair only to gather it again, getting a better grip. He's throbbing so much. Her pussy is clenching on his thick shaft. One hand in her hair, the other on her hip, he slams her harder and harder. He's grunting from the effort, Belle's begging him, to cum, to make her cum again. She starts to shudder, squeezing his cock, trying to milk him. She screams as her orgasm hits her hard. He remembers the anal beads and slowly pulls them out of her arse, one by one. She bucks back against him. He lets go of her hair, grasps her hips with both hands and slams her again, once, twice and then shoots thick wads of cum inside of her twitching pussy. As he's still coming, he pulls out and sprays the rest of his seed onto her back and arse. Knees trembling, he leans against her, catching his breath. He kisses her shoulders and asks if she's alright. Head bent, she murmurs that she's perfectly fine and that she'd like to be released so she can sit down and let her legs become stable again. He unlocks the cuffs and helps her to her bed. She lays on her stomach, her breathing back to normal. He straddles her hips and softly massages her until she drifts off to sleep. He heads down to the lounge room, gets dressed and leaves her a note. Call me anytime you wish to play again.....maybe next time we'll do my fantasy, lol. XXX Mistress Layla stood in front of the mirror looking for all the world like the Diva she was. At 5'4, 182 pounds, she knew she was neither the tallest, nor most lithe Mistress in the world. What she did know, was that with her caramel complexion, green eyes, auburn hair and ginger tinted lips, she was a creature to behold when she was dressed to the nines. Tonight was no different. Dressed all in black leather, Layla was a force to be reckoned with. For tonight's festivities, she chose black, silver heeled stilettos, black stockings, a long skirt with obscenely high side splits, a bustier and leather opera gloves. In her hand she held a garnet encrusted silver leash for her baby girl. "Damn," she cursed, looking at her delicate watch. "I'm going to be late." After checking her reflection in the mirror one last time and making sure her curls weren't out of place, Layla sauntered out of her condo and to her car. She got in, pulled out of her driveway, turned the radio to her favorite jazz station, and settled in for the 45 minute drive to baby girl's house. Baby girl, or Michele as she was known in the vanilla world, was the one who helped Layla start her journey into being a Mistress. She and Michele met on the same site that Layla met her Daddy and the two girls spent quite a bit of time talking, flirting back and forth, and getting to know one another. With support from her Daddy, Layla took the relationship with Michele into D/s. "I can't believe I'm doing this," Layla thought as she pulled in front of Michele's house. "I must be crazy." After turning off the car, she got out, and as she was walking up the stone walkway, baby girl opened the door. Layla's breath caught in her throat. Baby girl had dressed for the evening in all black leather to match her Mistress. The thing that most caught Layla's eye though, was the silver choker that she wore encrusted with garnets to match the leash in her hand. It looked so exquisite on baby girl's neck that she couldn't help but stare. "I see that you remembered to wear my gift to you, pet." "Yes Mistress. Have I pleased you?" Layla kissed her lightly on the lips. "Of course you have, little one. Shall we go?" Baby girl immediately kneeled and Layla leaned down to fasten the leash on her collar, stroke her hair and kiss her lips once more. She then stood with all the regal flair of a queen and together they walked to the car. Once at the car, baby girl opened the door for her Mistress and took the leash from her. After gently closing her Mistress' door, she walked around to the passenger side, got in, and handed the leash back to her. For the first few minutes of the car ride, both were silent. Each was in their own set of thoughts. Layla because this was her first venture out with her baby girl; baby girl because it was her first venture into being a submissive in public. While they had scened together on numerous occasions, it had always been in private or at intimate munches where the both of them were well known by the group members that attended. This was different. This was a huge event, in a totally BDSM setting. It was at the idea of Layla's mentor, and with Daddy's approval, that they bring their relationship out in to the open by inviting them to tonight's event. The thought of publicly displaying themselves was daunting, yet wildly erotic...at least in Layla's mind it was. "Mistress," baby girl said, sounding almost loud in the quiet confines of the car. "Yes, pet?" "May I ask the nature of tonight's festivities and what will be expected of me?" Layla thought about that for a moment. She had to remember that she was Mistress and that certain things were expected of her. She must not show her trepidation at commanding her charge. If she did, all the training that they had done together would be for naught and their time together so far a waste. "You will do just as you have been doing, pet. Pleasing me. As for what the evening holds, that will be an adventure that we will discover together. You will however, make me proud. Understood?" "Yes Miss Layla." "Good. Now, you will stay attached to your leash the entire evening. You will also see to the pleasure of your Mistress. Tonight will be your initiation into becoming my slave. It is something that we have been working up to, no?" "Yes Mistress, it has. I have been most eager to become your slave and have often wondered if that would happen and when." "I am glad. This may be a very hard night for you, baby girl. There is much that you might not expect to see, things that we have only talked about. Your only concern this evening is how your obedience will affect me. I will be there to protect you all evening. Trust in me as you have been and all will be well. Do you have your other present on you?" "Yes Mistress. It is securely in me and I am finding it most pleasurable. Thank you for the honor of impaling myself for you with it." "You are most welcome, pet." They drove in silence a while longer before Layla had a naughty Mistress thought pop into her head. She hurriedly took the next exit off the parkway and drove down a rather dark, winding road. "Mistress?" "Yes, pet." "Are we almost there?" "No, pet. Your Mistress just had a naughty thought race through her mind and we are going to make sure that it is not ignored." "Yes Miss Layla." Layla pulled into a little clearing in a wooded area and turned off the car. "I'll be right back, pet," she said, and got out of the car before she could answer. Layla walked to the trunk of her car, and after rummaging around for what seemed like ages, pulled out a strap on cock and a glass dildo. Baby girl wondered what her Mistress was doing. Her curiosity was soon rewarded as Miss Layla came to her side of the car, opened the door and pulled her out by her leash. Obediently, she moved with her Mistress, following her to a tree that stood in the distance. It looked exactly like the horse she used to jump over in gym class, the way it had grown. Excited beyond belief, her cunt started to twitch at the anticipation of what was to come. Layla sat upon the twisted tree before she spoke. "Baby girl, your Mistress desires to play for awhile before going to our little party this evening. Come to me." Baby girl immediately moved to stand before Layla. When she was just in front of her, Layla said, "Come lay across my lap so that I can fuck you at both ends." Baby girl silently moved to obey. Right before she was able to lay across Layla's lap, though, her skirt was raised without ceremony. Layla noticed that her baby girl's cunt had become quite wet and ran her finger along the slit, pressing lightly on her clit. "Excited, pet?" "Yes Mistress," baby girl said in a throaty whisper. She stared into Layla's eyes like she was hypnotized by their color. "I like that. Excitement from anticipation." Baby girl laid her body down upon her Mistress' lap, and no sooner had she touched her, than Layla took the cock from the strap on and fed it to her. She hungrily licked and sucked the rubber pacifier as if her life depended on it. While she was enraptured with the rubber cock, Layla removed the stainless steel plug from her ass and lay it gently on the towel she had placed on the ground. After licking the shaft of the glass dildo with her tongue, Layla placed the tip on baby girl's newly empty hole, and gently eased the cock inside. She felt baby girl move her body back so that she could impale her deeper with the glass phallus. "That's it, pet. Take this like the little slut you are for your Mistress." Baby girl groaned at the words as well as the feeling of her ass being penetrated, and sucked on the rubber cock harder wishing it were buried deep inside her dripping cunt. Layla eased the glass phallus in and out of baby girl's ass, and the more she moaned, the faster and deeper Layla fucked her. Between feeling the rhythmic sucking on the cock in baby girl's mouth and hearing her sounds of pleasure, Layla began to feel her own throbbing sensations. "Mmm. Yes, pet," Layla said in her seductive way, "take it all for me." The more Layla whispered her pleasure, the harder baby girl pumped her ass back on the glass toy and the harder she sucked the rubber cock in her mouth. She wanted so bad to cum, but her Mistress had said nothing about it. So instead, she thought about how good it felt to have her ass and mouth filled at the same time, both ends being fucked by her beloved Mistress. "Does my little fucktoy want to cum? Do not take that cock out of your mouth to answer. Shake your head either yes or no." Layla continued to fuck baby girl's ass as she shook her head no emphatically and took more of the cock into her mouth. Layla could feel baby girl's body begin to shudder as if she wanted to cum and abruptly pulled the cock out of her mouth and fed her three fingers. While baby girl sucked on her fingers, Layla removed the ornate piece of glass from her ass and put her steel plug back in. She pulled her fingers from her mouth, patted her ass, and motioned for her to kneel between her legs. God but she needed baby girl's tongue on her now! Without a word, baby girl spread her Mistress' legs wide and pressed her face into her dripping cunt. "Ahhh. Yes, pet," Layla cried as she pulled her head deeper into her. "Yes. That's my cunt slut. Make me cum all over your tongue." Baby girl eagerly lapped at her Mistress' cunt, fucking her with her tongue just as she knew she liked it. She felt her own arousal increase but knew the rules were that she could not cum unless Miss Layla allowed it. With her hands on her Mistress' thighs, she used her tongue to penetrate Layla's cunt like the glass dick was used on her. Deeper and deeper she pushed her tongue into Layla until she felt her clench her inner walls. "Oh, pet...I'm...going...to...cum! God yes! Ohhhhh!" Baby girl suddenly felt, and tasted, her Mistress' nectar and eagerly drank every drop. When she was done cumming, Layla gingerly pushed baby girl away, kissed her nectar touched lips and stood up, pulling on the leash to have her do the same. Adjusting her clothes as she spoke, Layla said to baby girl, "It is off to the festivities. You have pleased me greatly and I will reward you for your effort later. We must go, though, or risk being considered rude. Are you ready, pet?" "Yes Miss Layla," baby girl replied as she lowered her leather skirt. "Good. Then let us get back on the road so that we may stay in our host's good graces. Shall we?" As they walked back to the car, baby girl's leash in her Mistress' gloved hands, baby girl considered how lucky she was to have such a Mistress as Miss Layla. While she wasn't strict or overly humiliating, it was a different feeling from what she was used to and what other submissives that she knew were used to. Miss Layla was definitely different. She could feel her genuine love and adoration for her and reveled in that. After they got back to the car, baby girl again let Miss Layla in, then removed her leash from her gloved hand. She then closed the door, walked around to the passenger side and deposited her body into her seat, gladly giving her leash back to her Mistress. As soon as they were on the road again, Layla turned on the radio and made sure that her sultry jazz station was still on. Baby girl leaned her head back in the chair and closed her eyes, thinking back on a dream that she had a few nights ago. She had not mentioned it to Miss Layla because she did not think that she was ready to dish out the humiliation that she was ready to receive from her. While Miss Layla preferred to humiliate her in private, she wanted to show her how ready she was to be used. She wanted to have Miss Layla watch as she pleasured another for her. She wanted to pleasure Miss Layla as she sat with her friends drinking wine and laughing at old memories. "Mistress," baby girl said in a whisper. "Yes, pet?" "You told me once before that I could come to you about anything." "Yes, baby girl, you can." "I was...um...er..." "Pet?" "Miss Layla," baby girl sighed, "I wanted to speak with you about a dream I had. Something that turned me on highly and that I would like you to consider." "What was your dream about, pet?" Baby girl sighed again. She knew how Miss Layla felt about certain acts and wasn't sure what she would think of this one. The problem was that since she had dreamt it, she could think of nothing else. This was something she really wanted to try and hoped that if she couldn't convince her Mistress that she wouldn't think less of her for treating her like the whore she was, then she would at least consider the possibility a closer reality after tonight, whatever tonight brought them. "Baby girl?" Miss Layla said, slightly agitated that she had not spoken yet. "When I give you the opportunity to speak and share things with me, I expect that you will do so in a timely fashion." "Yes Miss Layla. It is just that I am nervous at what you might think." She really was nervous. Her Mistress was not strict, but she could always tell when something was bothering her because she became distant. They had had so many hurdles to jump over in this journey together, that she really didn't want to create a barrier that they could not break together. This dream just called to her whore soul. She needed Miss Layla to understand that she wanted the treatment she was about to explain to her. "Do not be nervous at what I might think, baby girl. Be nervous at how I might react if you do not share your thoughts. Have I ever given you cause to think your thoughts were not important to me?" "No Mistress. You have not." She sighed and began to tell her of her dream. "Two days ago I had a dream that was so vivid, I woke up feeling as though it was real," she began somewhat tentatively. "You planned a weekend for us and only told me where I should meet you and at what time. When I showed up at the door to the room, I heard you talking to a man whose voice I did not recognize. I noticed that the door was open slightly and since I knew it was where you wanted me, I pushed it open and stepped inside." Baby girl started to feel a little anxious as she watched the somber expression on her Mistress's face. She was watching the road, holding onto her leash, but had the look of utter concentration that she often had when something was boggling her. "Go on baby girl," she said quietly. She sighed, and went on with her dream. "As soon as I got into the room, I was pushed towards the bed, blindfolded, and tied so that my arms were attached to the bed and my knees were pulled up towards my chest, exposing my cunt and ass. You taunted and teased me by inserting what I think were beads into my ass and spanking my cunt, while pulling the beads in and out of me." While baby girl was struggling to get her dream out of her mouth, Layla was smiling slightly in the dark interior of the car. "Continue baby girl." "Yes Mistress," baby girl whispered, sighing into the darkness. "Shortly after, the beads were removed from my ass and the spanking stopped. I felt you straddle my mouth so that I could lick your cunt, then I felt my cunt being filled by a hard, slick cock. Your cunt tasted like cum, and I licked and savored it as if it were my last meal. The deeper the cock was pushed inside of me, the more desperate I became of licking your cum drenched snatch. As you rode my tongue, I heard you whisper that I better not cum. All I knew was that it felt so good being filled and having your clit and cunt in my mouth. Harder and harder you pressed yourself upon my mouth. Deeper and deeper the cock fucked my hole. Suddenly, I felt your body spasm as my mouth was filled with your sweet girl cum." "The more I swallowed of you, the more you came it seemed," she told Layla as she shifted in her seat to ease the twitching in her cunt. Layla smiled as she listened to her baby girl's dream, thinking about how much she was going to enjoy the evening she had planned for her. "Is there more, pet?" she asked. Licking her lips, baby girl continued on. "After you came, you got up from my mouth. Before I had a chance to gather my wits though, I felt the cock move from my cunt to my mouth. I licked and sucked on it and as I did, I felt your fingers and something cold on my asshole. Your fingers edged further into my ass and fucked me like that while I sucked the cock in my mouth. The whole time this was happening, the man never spoke." "The more cock I swallowed, the faster you finger fucked my ass, adding two fingers of your free hand to my cunt to fuck that as well. Harder and faster you finger fucked while I moaned onto the cock in my mouth. I barely had a chance to think about it before it exploded, sending gobs of cum down my throat." Baby girl shifted again. Layla also shifted side to side as baby girl's dream recounting made her cunt throb with desire. She couldn't wait to put this dream into action this evening. "Was there anything else to your dream?" Layla asked. Baby girl was silent for a moment. There was more, but just how much should she tell her? She had no idea what was going through Miss Layla's mind, didn't even know if the squirming was due to what she was saying, or because she knew they were one step closer to the evenings activities. She just didn't know and that was bothering her to no end. "Baby girl? Was there more to your dream?" Layla asked again, beginning to sound irritated. "You know I don't like to repeat myself, so I suggest you answer me one way or the other." "Yes Mistress," baby girl replied. "There is more, but...um..." "Well spit it out, pet, before I pull over to the side of the road and use my crop on you." Baby girl sighed and then continued her dream. "Spurt after spurt, my mouth was filled with cum and I swallowed as much of it as I could. When it was barely a drizzle, the cock was pulled from my mouth. I felt you lube up my ass again, then the cock slide in past my ring and bury itself deep in my ass." "While my ass was being fucked, I felt your fingers circle my clit before they slipped inside my cunt. I then felt your mouth and tongue licking and sucking my nipples. You elicited a moan and I wondered what was being done to you while I was in such ecstasy. I finally couldn't take it anymore and begged you to let me cum. I'm fucked a moment longer before you tell me to cum for you. Within seconds, I feel the cock in my ass explode again, filling me." "The night pretty much continues on like this with the both of you fucking me all night. Each 'session' always ending with my ass being fucked with the cock and you fingering me until I beg to cum." Layla is breathing heavily so baby girl takes a break from speaking, trying to gauge the concentrated look on her face. "Mistress?" "Yes, pet." Layla moans, almost as if she has orgasmed from the thought. "Has my dream displeased you?" "My goodness! No, pet! I am both aroused by your dream and glad that you have brought it to my attention because my gift to you tonight was us coming out together. Me as your Mistress, you as my slutty baby girl, willing to do anything to please me, including accepting that I will assuage my kinky desires by having you fuck and suck someone to please me." "It pleases me even more that you have shared this with me. It will remind you though, baby girl, that when you have something on your mind, no matter what you think the consequences may be, you must share it. I have no idea what is on your mind, including how you may be feeling, if you don't talk to me. This relationship is one of trust and sharing. No secrets. Remember?" "Yes Miss Layla." As baby girl and Layla drift back into an easy silence, letting the soft jazz surround them, Layla is wondering how she is going to introduce Michele to Daddy.