4 comments/ 27682 views/ 10 favorites Secret Revisited By: matron222 Life had been a struggle raising two children while working my way up the male corporate ladder. My handsome husband of twenty plus years had settled nicely into his boring job with surprising contentment. Not me, I wanted more but the price of success had not come cheap. Obviously, the more time I spent at the office the less time I spent with my husband. Not that our sexual antics were all that satisfying to begin with, but they evolved into a mechanical once-a-month chore! The years passed quickly and in a blink of the eye, our girls were off to college. We were now empty-nesters. I stayed in the corporate rat-race and Doug was still plugging along in his boring job. At forty-nine I was becoming pre-menopausal and for some reason felt desperate. I wanted to experience passion, sexual passion again. Our married sex-life was non-existent and I felt cheated. Cheated out of what, I was not even sure of at this point. I just felt the desire to explore, remembering those days back at university. I had attended State University and was paired-up with Rita Moran as my roommate in my freshman year. I can still see her pretty round face and short blonde hair. She was the proverbial Daisy Dukes of campus along with her wacky personality and country pranks. She was a man magnet the way she dressed with her short shorts hugging her round little buttocks. It was comical how the guys were oblivious to Rita's secret side. She was a closet lesbian into the BDSM lifestyle. As for myself, I had had a boyfriend and worked by way through my first sexual experience, but I really enjoyed masturbation more and so I wasn't on the hunt for another guy or a relationship. That is when I discovered Rita. Early in the first semester, I was sitting at my desk, intently writing away when Rita slowly snuck up behind me. Suddenly, I felt two small hands grabbing my large breasts from behind. With a scream, I jumped up, off my seat, spinning around to see Rita with a big smile on her face. She began tickling me until I fell back onto the bed. Rita did not let up, she continued dancing her fingers up and down and across my quivering body. The more she played the more excited I got. Soon I was covered in goose bumps and my sex was alive with tingles. "Like that do you, Lisa?" She teased rolling me over onto my stomach. My face muffled in the pillow I screamed back, "No, stop! I'm going to wet myself!" "Now, that's not a bad thing, is it?" Rita giggled, swatting my up-turned ass. Suddenly, my body exploded in fireworks. I was wetting myself all right but it wasn't urine. I had just experienced my first orgasm at the hands of another woman. My entire body flushed. I was trying to understand when Rita flipped me over and planted her lips tightly against my closed mouth. Her tongue was forcing its way between my lips. Jerking away, struggling to get out from under her I yelled, "What are you doing?" Rita slowly stood up, gently wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and gave me a wink before heading to the bathroom. I just laid there, my body still tingling. Even though the experience repulsed me at first, the more I lay there feeling my body, the more aroused I became. I finally masturbated, fantasizing about Rita while she watched from the bathroom door. We looked each other in the eye. I continued to finger myself as she moved toward me, taking off her panties. Before I could object, the panties were forced in my mouth. I climaxed with incredible intensity while Rita watched; I hardly understood my arousal to humiliation and spanking. The roughhousing, then sexual play afterwards secretly continued throughout our freshman year. Rita's girlish spanks graduated into dominating full-blown, bare-assed spankings and I loved them! I never viewed myself as a submissive or a lesbian but I thoroughly enjoyed the company and dominance of hot little Rita. Her wild side distracted me from being so serious all the time. Then, at the end of the year, Rita decided to attend a different college. I was devastated and pleaded with her to stay but she cast me off like garbage. It took months to recover. Eventually I met an ordinary man that loved me. Those early lesbian experiences were left to memory. Yet, secretly, I longed to return to those sexually charged college days. I would linger in bed, after Doug left, and soothe my sex, thinking of how I'd love to kiss Rita again. After masturbation no longer satisfied my needs, I knew I had to act. Several months ago, on a whim, I began answering ads on the internet of women who offered to spank other women. I went to one meeting where I was spanked over the knee by a strong athletic woman in her 30s. It didn't have that great of effect on me and I ended by going to the bathroom to masturbate. I didn't give up but contacted another woman who advertised herself as a mistress who helped middle-aged women to sexually experiment. After a few emails, I ended up talking by phone with a Mrs. Tessle. Then, after several conversations, I was satisfied that she could help me. Leaving work early, I had butterflies in my stomach as I drove over to Mrs. Tessle's house. I'd taken special care that morning to put talc on my pussy and to wear a new pair of stockings with suspenders. I worried about what to wear, finally choosing a white push-up bra and full paneled panties. I felt I was fat and I wanted to hide my tummy. Looking at myself in the mirror, I laughed. Given my celluloid, my bulges and large breasts, I didn't look beautiful at forty-nine, but I was real and that is all that mattered. To my surprise a beautiful large black woman opened the door slightly with a silent smile, motioning for me to enter. I brushed past her, my breasts grazing hers as I entered. My heart was pounding with anticipation as well as fear. She abruptly closed the door behind me, fastening the deadbolt before turning to face me. "Have you come to be dominated completely?" She asked in a stern voice. "Yes," I nodded timidly, not really sure of what I was letting myself in for. "Then, walk down the hallway and turn into the first doorway on the left." She ordered. With reluctance, I slowly walked down the dimly lit hallway, looking side to side, viewing photographs of half-naked woman adorning her walls while feeling her eyes surveying my trembling frame as I shuffled along. I felt her warmth behind me as I slowly turned into the room before a pang of shock overcame me. "Go stand before the mirror... Now!" She ordered. "Lift up your skirt!" It felt stupid to hold my skirt up while another woman gazed at my underwear. She walked around me several times increasing the tension every time, and, to my surprise, my lust. I was hoping to find out why intimidation and humiliation made me so horny. I jumped as Mrs. Tessle slapped my bum and massaged my buttocks while I tried to stand still. I felt her eyes gaze at my 36C breasts and down at my panties and stockings. Not having been touched in a long time by another woman, her hand felt good as she grabbed each globe of my ass as if to measure them in her hand. I flexed my ass, proud of its firmness. The black woman squeezed harder as she felt me tense my buttocks. "I don't like you wearing your panties over your garter belt and suspenders. Take them off and change them, please," she barked. "You mean, here?" I asked incredulously. "Yes. Please do it now!" "I don't think I ... . I mean I never exposed myself to any one. I feel too ...," I mumbled my response as I stood there stupidly, still raising my skirt for inspection. Before I could finish, I felt a hard slap against my ass and then an arm twirled me around violently. Next I felt the black woman hand slap my face, stinging my cheek. "I'm not anyone. I'm your Mistress. You will do as I say or you can leave and never come back, you ungrateful bitch." Tears welled in my eyes. I didn't know if I could do what she asked. I thought for a moment realizing that I was still wearing a skirt that would hide my sex as I obeyed her command. I let my skirt down, feeling embarrassed to have to pull down my panties in front of a stranger. Turning away from the black woman, I put my hands under my skirt and unfastened my garters. I slipped the white panties off, being sure to hide my large mound of pubic hair. The panties fell to my ankles. The swoosh of cool air felt good against my crotch as I refastened the garters and pulled my panties back into place over my suspenders. Finished, I lifted my skirt again. She then pulled out a thick marking pen and I could feel her write something on my panties over my bum. When she finished she wrote several words on the front panel of my panties. Done writing, I felt her fingers massage the gusset of my panties several times, startled that I would allow another woman to do such a thing to me. But I couldn't deny I enjoyed the tingles it sent through my body. The more she humiliated me, the hornier I felt. "Read what I've written, Lisa." I hobbled to a full-length mirror near the door. In large black letters she had written "ass bitch" over the back panel of my white panties and "slut" and "Mommy whore" over the front. The sight of the words sent an entire range of feelings through my body, from revulsion to warm-fuzzy love. I was still looking at myself in the mirror when Mistress told me to put my skirt down. Her demeanor changed immediately. She invited me into the kitchen for tea as if she was my neighbor. "We're going to have tea first. When we're in the kitchen you can call me Ann and we'll talk like equals, but once I give you the cue, you will become my bitch, and refer to me as Mistress. Do you understand?" I nodded with a weak smile, happy to put my skirt down. Once in the kitchen, we sat in your little breakfast nook. Ann's smile returned and she began talking about her daughter who was in college. In minutes, we were chatting away about the cost of tuition and the difficulties of kids in college. I told Ann about my daughter who was just finishing graduate school. Soon, I felt completely relaxed and at ease. All the tension and fear had disappeared. I had almost forgotten why I'd come to see Ann. It was then that I recognized how pretty she was with a hint of elegance to her movements and style. When there was a lull in the conversation, the black woman stood up and her smile vanished. "It's time to get started, Lisa," she said losing her smile. "Please follow all the rules. From now on I'm to be addressed as Mistress and I will be your sole master for the next hour. I will take pictures, but not of your face. This is part of your submission. Stand up and turn around." I stood up immediately and turned my back to the black woman. Opening a drawer she withdrew a two-inch red ball gag, a thick black collar and a paper form and pen. "It's quite unsettling to wear a gag for the first time, but I can guarantee the experience will be pleasurable. You are going to drool a lot, but that is normal. After you're wearing this new accessory, all I want to hear are your grunts and moans. Do you understand?" "Huh, huh," was all I could mumble. Almost, automatically, without needing to be told, I opened my mouth as Mrs. Tessle threw the straps of the gag over my head and placed the ball in my mouth. She placed it carefully, making sure that I was biting down on the top of the red ball. She fastened the strap under my hair. The smell of her closeness and her confident movements around my body immediately aroused me. In minutes the gag collar were on. I can't believe how easily I succumbed to this, my voice being taken away. I felt sweat on my forehead but also my nipples were tingling and there was an urgency in my crotch, as my pussy began to sexually awaken. Standing docile in the kitchen, I waited for the next command. "Sign the release form," she commanded. I was nervous, read the form, and signed, allowing her to take pictures, but not of my face. "Oh, one more thing, positions," she continued in her professional voice, "The standard position is the dog. When I command it, you drop to all fours like a dog." She went on to describe the half-dog (elbows flat on floor), the stretching-dog (arms out and head down) as well as the wall or chair dog (leaning on a wall or chair). "All the positions are meant to expose your ass to me. In the dog position, I like to see the ass thrust up into the air. "Here," she continued, "look at these pictures." Mrs. Tessle pulled a photo album from a drawer. We stood at the counter looking at photographs of women in all sorts of servile positions; all I could see was their asses fully exposed as they knelt on the floor or bed, or leaned against a wall. I couldn't see any faces just asses of all sizes, with brown, puckered assholes staring me in the face. I couldn't believe that a woman's ass could be such a sexual object until I remembered looking at Rita's ass sometimes and wanting to kiss it. "Do you understand?" she sternly asked. I nodded, biting the ball filling my mouth. "You have a beautiful ass. It isn't normal for you to want your ass stimulated before sex but that is my job, to turn your ass into another pleasure palace for you. Now, on your knees. Full dog," she barked. I didn't move quickly, and felt a heavy hand slap against my ass. I quickly lowered myself to the floor. "Good, bitch," Mrs. Tessle replied. "Let's go for a walk." I walked as best I could behind the black woman as she stepped through her living and dining rooms. The rooms weren't carpeted so my knees quickly began to hurt. I was also worried about my stocking, not wanting to put a hole in them. Mrs. Tessle had me stop in front of a low mirror. I gazed at my face with its red ball in my mouth. The black woman then reached under my skirt and massaged my crotch; I could feel her fingers press against my vulva. I couldn't believe how aroused I was and I wanted her to stimulate me. I was also shocked that I was actually submitting myself to this behavior. Mrs. Tessle ordered me to keep walking on all fours. Once in the bedroom, I thought it was time to stand up and to face Mrs. Tessle. Spinning around quickly I didn't have time to turn away as her hand slapped me in the face. My one cheek stung with pain as she slapped me again on the other. It was obvious I had stood up without a command and kept my head too high. I quickly began looking at the floor, unsure if I could continue this. "Hurry up and undress bitch," she ordered in a strict deep voice, "we've got work to do." I took off my jacket and skirt, staring into the distance as Mrs. Tessle stood in front of me. She had a stern face of impatience as I unfastened my buttons, zipper and slipped off the clothes. Looking at the floor, I threw the clothes on the back of a red blush chair. Soon I was standing in front of Mrs. Tessle dressed only in my bra, panties, stockings and garter belt—as well as the collar. My head was lowered and I stared at the floor unable to take my eyes off the beautiful figure of the black woman before me. Mrs. Tessle walked around me, gazing at my submissive body. I felt stupid with words like "ass bitch," "slut," and "Mommy whore" written on my underwear but her staring only aroused me more. Stopping in front of me, she took her pen and taking one of my breasts in her hand, writing, "bitch tit" over the bra cup. On the other she wrote, "bitch nip." I squirmed slightly, feeling her touch my bosom. I should have known better than to move. Her slap struck me sharply across the face. She grabbed the cups of my bra and shook me. "Can't you even stand still, bitch?" she yelled, in a controlled strict voice. By this time my nipples were hardening and I could feel Mrs. Tessle's thumbs rub over the crests of the bra, feeling for my rising tits. She looked me in the eye, embarrassing me. Her hand then slipped over my tummy, feeling the front of the white satin panties, just above where she'd written "my pussy" in black letters above my crotch. I twitched at the warmth and strength of her hand. It was obvious to her how aroused I was becoming. I knew what she was thinking as her hand pressed against my navel. At my age, my stomach has a bit of sag and my full brief hides the bulge. Well, she was right. I was self-conscious about my weight and she decided to humiliate me a little with it. "You're putting on weight, bitch," Mrs. Tessle said in a quiet factual way. "Huh huh," I muttered through the gag. "But you've still got a great ass and set of legs," she said admiringly. Through the gag, I mumbled: "Thank you, Mistress." "We've just had tea and you've probably got to pee, don't you?" she asked without emotion. "I want you in the dog position and you'll walk on all fours into the bathroom." She paused for a moment, before she continued, seeing the anxiety in my eyes. "I know you've never done this before. You'll enjoy it as long as you keep aroused and thinking of your orgasm." Her hand then grabbed the crotch of my panties and rubbed it. I was very surprised because her hand felt good. To my surprise again, I automatically bent my knees, indicating that I accepted her touch and wanted more. I could hardly believe my reaction. "Have you been aroused since you arrived?" she asked. I nodded, knowing that I best tell the truth. Her hand still stroked my panties, filling me with growing arousal and sexual warmth. "Since you masturbate a lot, you probably cum easy but this time, remember, I'll doing the stimulation and bring you to climax. Your job is just to keep focused on your orgasm. I don't want you touching your cunt." I liked her free use of dirty terms. Her hand rubbed my crotch hard. I loved her strength and firmness against my damp panties as she pressed the fabric into my vaginal lips. It wasn't her hand that stimulated me so much as it was the idea of her doing so openly, and me standing there submissively. She then guided me to the floor, and soon I was on all fours and waited for the command to go. When I heard it, I crawled into the nearby bathroom. I stood up only long enough to pull down my white panties before I sat on the toilet looking at the floor. I could hear Mrs. Tessle doing something in the next room; within seconds she appeared with arms folded, leaned against the doorframe and watched me. I sat on the toilet in shock. There was a huge tent in her soft black velour slacks. She must have put on a dildo. Mrs. Tessle stood there so confident and domineering. The large gong thrusting from her black slacks made her look more stern and manly. She acted as if nothing had happened. "Open your legs, bitch," she said quickly, "don't hide anything from me." She saw the desperation in my eyes as I sat there fully exposed. I'd never exhibited my nudity so brazenly like this before. Physically, I was embarrassed because I have a large mound of black pubic hair. Being older and hairy, I had a lot of issues around my body image—my pubic hair was one of them. Looking up I saw her step forward and gently brush the long dildo under her sweat pants against my cheek. I closed my eyes and thought about what this woman was doing to me, and how my embarrassment triggered my sexual lust. "Lets hear you pee," came the next command in a maternal voice. I was immediately grateful for her gentleness but I felt stupid as I felt the first dribble of pee leave my urethra. Mrs. Tessle let the dildo stroke my face. I became self-conscious as I peed. I never peed in front of any one before. My face turned redder than it already was from the slapping. "Straighten your back and spread your legs," Mrs. Tessle gave the command with confidence but gentleness. I did so, forcing my bosom out and exposing my bare womanhood as my golden stream flowed noisily into the toilet. Secret Revisited "Oh, that is what I like to hear," Mrs. Tessle whispered softly. Keeping my head down caused my salvia to easily leak from my ball gag. A long string of gob fell to the floor. As it happened in the past, the more I was humiliated, the more my lust increased. I was still peeing when Mrs. Tessle leaned to kiss my ear. I couldn't believe she would come so close as I tried to finish peeing. "I'm gonna get you off really good today, bitch," she whispered. "Your cunt is good for more than pissing." Mrs. Tessle felt me twitch as her fingers glided over my slit and long pubic hairs. She knew that I probably never had anyone touch my naked sex except my husband or doctor. She smiled at my nervousness. I then felt her hand rub my wet vulva. I jumped in shock at her touch as I felt the fingers comb my pubic hairs and a finger trace a line along my slit. She then stepped back to allow me to stand up. I stood totally ashamed as she looked at my panties around my ankles and my pubic area fully exposed. I squirmed on my feet as I felt her fingers gently glide over the labial lips I gave out a noisy sigh, indicating the comfort I got from such her touch as she slipped her index finger into my slit and tickled my growing nubbin. "Look, in the mirror, baby," the black lady ordered. "Let me know how much you like it." I shifted my body and watched how Mrs. Tessle stroked me between my legs. I couldn't believe how well she knew my needs. I felt immediately embarrassed again but the sensation of her touch drove me crazy. My hips began to gyrate, disturbing me even more that I was allowing someone, a near stranger, to excite me sexually and actually become aroused by it. I thought perhaps I was really sick as I became more excited looking into the mirror as Mrs. Tessle continued her violation of my private parts. "Do you like watching me play with you, baby?" she asked teasingly. All I could do was nod, feeling so debased yet pleasured. I was a mother of two college-aged daughters and a corporate executive, yet here I was letting a woman play with my sex. I felt very stupid, unable to control my juices and the sexual titillation my body felt. Mrs. Tessle and I looked at each other through the mirror. My eyes rolled as I felt her finger role against my pleasure bud. I could feel my juices flowing and her finger easily slid over my swelling clit. I had never felt such sexual anticipation with my husband. I then felt her fingers comb my entire pubic bush. I couldn't believe how good it felt, knowing my hairy bush didn't bother her. I began to twitch and squirm. Despite my resistance, I was hot and an orgasm was building in me. Happily she stopped and ordered me to pull up my panties over my suspenders. I glared at the words written on them, "slut" and "mommy whore." The younger black women saw me staring at the words as she worked my sex. "Do you like being a 'mommy whore?" My lips trembled under the gag. I didn't want to respond. "If you don't answer, I'll make you masturbate for me right here," Mrs. Tessle spoke sternly. "Is that what you want?" I shook my head. Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't believe how ashamed I felt to be called a "mommy whore." What if my family found out what I was doing? The trouble was I felt I was doing the right thing, experimenting with myself. A part of me always wanted to be a whore. "Tell me the truth," she asked again. "You've got children. You're a mother, right? And sometimes you act like a whore. So what is it? Do you like being called a 'mommy whore?'" I nodded, feeling my humiliation almost complete. "Let me see you rub your crotch and rub it hard twenty times. Use the hand with your wedding bands on them." We both stood facing the mirror as I lifted my hand and rubbed the fabric of my panties over my crotch several times. I enjoyed the anticipation of a growing orgasm as I pressed my panties against my hidden sex. My wedding ring was clearly visible in the mirror. I was horrified and fascinated by my actions; here I was, a mother of two, and Mrs. Tessle made me feel like a teenager learning about sex. The Mistress was right. As long as I was aroused, the humiliation was acceptable. My hand rubbed my panties firmly, feeling my sexual lust come alive and spark every nerve in my mature body. It wasn't hard to feel the growing moisture between my legs, the sign that my desires were coming into full bloom. The mistress told me to stop. "I want you to fix your makeup. I don't like spanking shabby whores," she demanded, handing me my purse. I faced the mirror and started to put my hair in place and took my lipstick out. I found it hard to apply lipstick with a ball-gag in my mouth. When I finished, Mrs. Tessle inspected me. I looked prim and proper again, even though my underwear was marred by dirty words. Mrs. Tessle then took hold of the O-ring on the collar around my neck and led me to the large king-size bed in her bedroom. I was instructed to crawl on the bed. On all fours, I felt her take down my panties and pull them off. My backside was completely exposed. Embarrassment washed over me again as I thought about how my pubic hairs run up toward my anus. If I wanted her to trim anything, it would be these hairs. But Mrs. Tessle didn't mention anything. She let her hand glide over each full and round ass globe, admiring how sturdy each was and their size -- not fat, but not thin. She had a strange way of making me feel good about myself. However, I didn't like being on all fours because my stomach sagged and my large breasts hung too low. At my age, I did a lot to hide my age, but I couldn't do anything under the present circumstances. Mrs. Tessle walked around the bed, gazing at my submissive body. Reaching under my torso, she cupped my hanging breasts, each one saddled in my white bra. "You've sensitive nipples, don't you baby?" she asked. She then squeezed the other cup. I felt my nipples begin to swell. Soon, she began to shake each breast, letting the friction of the nipple against the bra cup excite it. It did. My nipples soon felt engorged, building my anticipation. I felt so aroused, sitting like a dog, and permitting another person play with my body. "Swing your tits for me baby," Mrs. Tessle whispered. I shook my torso, feeling my nipples brush the bra cup. "I'm guessing, 36C, baby?" she asked. I nodded, almost proudly, hoping my bust size met her approval. I began to breath harder. The gag was new to me, but also the need to fill commands and feel sexual arousal at the same time. In the mirror, I could see Mrs. Tessle unzip her jacket. Underneath she wore a tight black cotton demi-bra that held her shapely melon-sized breasts. I guessed they were easily 36Bs. Next, she took off her black velour pants. She was wearing very tight bikini black panties. The black dildo popped out, flopping between her legs. She looked gorgeous, with her dark skin, black underwear and rigid dong. There was a masculine quality to her that I liked and wanted to know. Something in me clicked as I felt the stirrings of my first lesbian love from college. Unfortunately, I barely had time to recognize my attraction to Mrs. Tessle's body before I felt the first of her spanks. The first slaps of her hand were quick and stinging. I felt relieved to feel the sharp stings against my buttocks. I had waited so long to feel the confident hand of Mrs. Tessle, realizing just then they made me feel so alive. Soon, there was a repetitive rhythm as she slapped up one side of my ass and down the other side. On every tenth slap, I would feel her finger glide over my slit making my bum wiggle. As the slapping continued, I gave out small whimpers of pleasure and pain. Mrs. Tessle stopped to admire my ass, its round cheeks and the hairy tuft that lay at the bottom. Her eyes surveyed my crack and the dark color of my rosebud. I never considered a woman's ass attractive but it was obvious that Mrs. Tessle seemed to have a fetish attraction them as I remembered the pictures she'd shown me. I felt embarrassed at how my hairy crack must look with its sweat and juices, but my self-consciousness was buried under my feelings arousal and lust. The slapping was now continuous and I began to sweat, not understanding why this type of exercise made me, a woman of forty-five, so horny. The spanking became more intense when Mrs. Tessle started to use a hard flexible rubber paddle. The noise of the rubber slapping my ass was very loud. "Do you like that, bitch?" Mrs. Tessle asked rudely. I nodded, enjoying the pain and her nimble touch of my clitoris from time to time. I was hot and horny in a way I'd never felt before. I really hadn't expected the sensations to be so strong. It was at this point in the other session that I got up and masturbated myself privately in the bathroom; but that wasn't doing to happen this time. I fought the urge to play with myself and find relief from the sexual tension building up in my body from all the stimulation. As the slapping continued I found my ass reaching out for the strap. I wanted her to hit me hard. Surges of lust raced through my skin when I felt and heard the next "Whack" against my ass. As my ass grew more and more reddish, she would snap the odd picture before I felt the next hard stinging slap. Mrs. Tessle's fingers easily found my womanly pearl and played with its stiffness, pressing it gently between her fingers. Her fingers toyed with my clit, causing it leave it fleshy hiding place. I didn't want her to know how excited I was, and I felt idiotic letting another woman play with me this way. No one, not me my husband, played with me this way. "My, my, my Mommy Whore, I believe you're trying to tell me something. Your nether lips are nice and fat and your little sex button is stiff here." I moaned as she squeezed my love button. "Well, haven't you been hiding something, Mrs. Mommy Bitch? It feels the size of a pea!" "Whack," she slapped my ass hard again, as her fingers feathered and played with my fat swollen nubbin. I had never compared my clitoris with another women's, so I no idea if mine was larger any one else's. All I knew is that an orgasm was growing over my body, tingling every cell. I began to squeal with the gag in my mouth and she knew I was close to cumming. As if reading my mind again, Mrs. Tessle's hand glided over my cunt. I could feel her fingers checking my wetness inside me and smearing it over my mons and hair. The slapping stopped and Mrs. Tessle threw the paddle aside. The black woman then mounted the bed quickly and in a swift movement thrust her dangling dildo deep into my cunt without asking or preparing me. All I could feel was my labial lips part and the sensation of having my vaginal canal filled with a brute cock, much larger then that of my husband. I felt my love tunnel expand and embrace the fat dildo until it reached my cervix. Happily, the dong was warm and I felt my cunt embrace it and suck it into myself. The Mistress stopped and let me get accustomed to the large protrusion stuck into my cunt. I wiggled my bum and moved my hips, feeling the black cock rub against me, making me quiver. The sensation was certainly new to me and I liked it. "Grunt for me, baby," came the command as I felt the large dildo begin a series of thrusts inside me. I was being taken like a common whore, and, for some strange reason, enjoying it. "Huh, huh," I grunted under the gag. Mrs. Tessle was expert at using the dong since each thrust rubbed against my clitoris, maximizing the arousal. I was going crazy with pleasure as Mrs. Tessle's hips found a rhythm that seemed to match my own gyrations. Her movements were more consistent and arousing than my husbands. Soon her thighs were making loud slapping noises against my hot-spanked buttocks. I was having the "fuck" of my life and I knew it. I grunted as best I could, never having been taken so rudely before. "Louder, bitch," I heard the command. Mrs. Tessle grabbed hold of my bra strap that went across my back and pulled her cock even deeper into me. My bra cups pressed against my nipples, making them harden under the pressure. I could feel my pussy flex itself as the dong pounded my love palace. I squealed loudly, unfamiliar with such a large phallus in me. It was funny to feel after such a long absence of a real cock, the rapid contractions my pussy was making, hugging the dildo like it was real. The orgasm was building in me like a dam was going to burst. "That a good girl, squeal for me you 'mommy whore,'" Mrs. Tessle called back, knowing she was in complete control of my sexual response. The dirty talk drew me over the edge. My body erupted in a long orgasm that shook my body. I squealed louder as I felt the fake cock impale my sex. I buried my head in pillow as my hands clenched the bed cover. I shut my eyes and screamed with pleasure through the wet mouth gag, allowing myself for the first time to feel the intensity of my sexual lust. I felt so free and open as I grunted loudly and drove my ass into the cock, wanting to feel every last drop of sexual gratification. Mrs. Tessle slowed her thrusting until I was spent on the bed and just held the cock in me. My clitoris was fully engorged and my whole vagina felt as if it were on fire with sensations and feelings. Mrs. Tessle had me roll on my back and secured my wrist cuffs to the bedposts. Laying herself perpendicular to me on the bed, she threw my leg over her body and propped her head on her hand, letting her stare directly at my wet hairy bush. I felt her fingers rub my lips, smearing my juices over my pubic hairs. I let out a loud hiss as my hips nervously jumped on the bed. I always disliked when my husband touched me their after sex, my bud so raw and exposed. "That's it," she said with a smirk, "jump for mommy." I couldn't believe I was letting someone do this to me, playing with my sex so intentionally, but I liked it. Soon, I lost control as my hips twisted and turned as she continued to taut my hot vulva. She giggled as I grunted with each touch, my gut recoiling from the strong sensations of pleasure and over-stimulation. My hips rose from the bed and fell again, as I tried to escape her probing fingers. I knew I wouldn't come again for a while, but my loins were on fire with lust. To my surprise, Mrs. Tessle jumped up and wanted to penetrate me in the missionary position. I grunted loudly as I felt her large bulbous cock press itself against my wet swollen vaginal door. My mistress pushed the phallus into my vaginal sleeve again. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she kissed my ears and told me to wrap my legs around her, forcing the dildo even deeper into me. The dildo felt different from this position. I could now feel how big it was compared to my husband's penis. The dong was right to my hilt and filled me completely. Automatically, I began to use my legs to push the woman closer, driving the fake cock deeper. I moaned freely with pleasure. Mrs. Tessle lifted her hips and thrust the large dong into me, rubbing up against my clitoris. I jumped and moaned again. Having me as she wanted, she looked me in the eyes. "You're a beautiful woman my little mommy whore," she whispered softly. "I was attracted to you since the first time I saw you." To my surprise, that is exactly how I felt about the Mistress, but I was afraid to admit it to myself. Just at that moment a second orgasm erupted shaking my entire body. I thrust my hips high in the air as the wonderful surge of sexual release left my body. Mrs. Tessle's body rested on mine for a moment, as we felt each other's warmth, allowing us to enjoy the afterglow of our tryst. The cock was still planted in my pussy and I enjoyed the way it connected our too bodies. I could have easily fallen asleep as we relaxed and felt the security of one another's arms. After a few more minutes, I felt the long schlong leave my wet cunt almost with a "pop." Mrs. Tessle took the gag out of my mouth. She told me I could lie there as long as I wished. I was allowed to walk on all fours to the bathroom, wash up and prepare to leave. Once my breathing returned to normal, the black woman watched me crawl off the bed. I was a mess of feelings, enjoying being naked and acting like a dog in front of a near stranger. I wiggled my ass as I made my way to the bathroom. "Wait!" she shouted. "Pick up your panties with your mouth. They fell off the bed." As humiliating as it was, I nipped my panties with my teeth letting their scent fill my nostrils. I crawled off to the bathroom. I saw time was late and I hurriedly washed my private parts, still quivering at the sensitivity of my clitoris. I hadn't been this aroused for years. Quickly, I slipped my panties on. There was a run in my stocking, but I couldn't do anything about it. I combed my hair as best I could and refreshed my lipstick. Mrs. Tessle appeared at the door. "Would you like to come into the kitchen? I've put the kettle on for tea. Perhaps we could talk some more." Her voice was sweet and welcoming. I wasn't expecting it so I was caught off guard. I explained I was in a hurry and that I had to leave shortly. She left and returned quickly with two cups of tea. We sipped our tea together as if we'd just been walking. She laughed as she talked about her daughters antics at college. I needed to pee suddenly but this time I didn't hesitate to pull down my panties and pee, with out losing a word in the conversation. I spread my legs proudly exposing my entire womanhood. Casually, Mrs. Tessle stepped in to stand directly in front me to the point where her crotch was in my face. I could smell the powerful smell of her sex. "Kiss me. Kiss me tenderly" she said. I understood immediately and gave a peck on your panties which I saw were actually sheers. Her pubic hairs were visible under the opaque material. "That isn't tenderly," she said in a raised voice. "I want to hear your pee, bitch" I began to pee but also seriously kiss her panties. "Do better," she commanded. I grabbed her ass and pulled her crotch toward me, kissing her panties like a mad lover. The smell of musk, piss and her sexual juices filled my nostrils. I loved it. I thought I as doing great until she told she wanted to feel my tongue. I pressed my tongue against her moist panties until I could feel her slit. I pushed in an she sighed as I stopped peeing. I had kissed Rita like this many times. It felt good to give myself so wantonly to another strong female. I kissed Mrs. Tessles crotch with tenderness as my tongue slid up and down the outline of her cunt, trying to get between her lips. Just as quickly as she started, the black woman stopped. I wiped my pussy and pulled up my panties and dressed, doing my lipstick and makeup. Tessle followed me to the hall. She told me to wait. Quickly she left the room and returned with a white birch cane and a small clear cup of a liquid that looked like honey. "I want to leave with something to remember 'us.'" she said softly. "So lift your skirt for me, baby." I lifted my skirt and bend over as she positioned herself behind me. Her fingers pulled my damp panties to my knees. Mrs. Tessle told me to lean forward, caressing my ass up and down. The next thing I felt was the stinging whack of the cane across my ass cheeks. I hardly squealed before I felt two more. Unlike the paddle, the pain was searing and stung. "Pull your panties up and stand up, bitch," came the command. I stood there smarting from the stings on my ass. Still holding my skirt to my belly, I was shocked to feel Mrs. Tessle pulled back my panties and pour some tepid honey down my crotch. I felt the warm rich liquid crawl over my pubic hairs and slide down my slit. She did the same with my ass, making sure she only poured a little between my ass crack. The warm honey felt good. Secret Revisited "Put your skirt down," Mrs. Tessle ordered sternly, but sent a mixed message by caressing my face with her hand. "You'll feel the stings for a couple of hours and then they'll go away. The honey will keep you from playing with yourself." She finished speaking with a smirk, but kept looking into my eyes. I stood there not knowing what to do, holding the hem of my skirt to my stomach. "Take my finger and play with it in nose," came the next command. My eyes flared. I couldn't believe what I heard. That sounded so deprived, so base. Nonetheless, I picked up her hand with her forefinger already to go. I twirled her finger in my nose, pushing it against the sides. She made me look into her eyes. I felt like a real tramp. The black mistress then told me it was enough and to lick her finger. I do so, feeling both revulsion and arousal. "This was good, baby," she said softly. "I hope you like it too." She then kissed me on the lips. It wasn't a brief peck. Her tongue entered my mouth and slipped between my teeth. I sighed and opened my mouth wider. I felt her breath and our noses rubbed. I hadn't kissed a women, ever, quite like this. Her one hand slipped inside my jacket and grabbed my bra cup. Her fingers found my stiffened tit and pinched it against the bra. The kiss continued with the added excitement of her twisting and squeezing, almost painfully, my nipple. I groaned as we kissed, with my ass still feeling the stings of the cane, my pussy warm with honey, and now my nipple fattening from her touch. "Say aloud," she whispered in my ear, "'Ms. Tessle, thanks for letting me act like the little whore that I am. I know my daughter would be very proud of me and I would love her to spank me." I stood silent, not wanting to say such a thing, but I so much wanted to please her that I repeated every word out loud. Then, slowly, it was over. I stood there, feeling embarrassed and feeling ashamed. She stood aside and opened the door, smiling at me in a motherly way. I grabbed my purse and tried to compose myself the best I could, spreading my skirt back into place. I nervously smiled at her, not knowing at to saw after such a session. Saying "thank you" wouldn't be appropriate. I left feeling completely humiliated but somehow energized and still aroused. But I guess it wasn't finished. She told me to get on all fours. I'd forgotten about my collar. In a flash, Mrs. Tessle had a leash attached and tugged on it to follow her to the elevator. My mind exploded with resistance. This is getting way out of hand and too public. Thank goodness the floor was carpeted and the lights subdued. I felt so low, so degraded now that it was in public. When we arrived at the elevator, Mrs. Tessle pulled down your slacks and presented her ass to me. All I heard, softly, was "kiss it." I did, smelling her sex and not wanting to go. When the elevator arrived, she pulled up her pants, undid my collar and slapped my ass, saying "git." It was only when I tried to sit in my car that I felt the odd pain of having been ass-whipped. As I drove back to the office, my burning ass only made me hornier. I would have liked to pleasure myself when I arrived but I didn't want to stick my fingers into my panties as I felt the honey make the fabric stick to my skin. The last hour at work was terrible with all the feelings I had going on inside. When I finally arrived home, I went directly to the bathroom and peeled off my underwear. My ass stung and my pubic hairs were thick with the honey; I was mad, embarrassed, resentful, but most of all, horny. I looked in the mirror at my ass. It still had the red lines from the caning. Instead of sitting on the toilet to pee, I stood in the shower and fondled my nipples, feeling the pee dribble down my leg. I was a mess. I didn't know what I wanted. I threw my underwear in the washing machine, hoping the writing on bra and panties would wash away. Later, sitting with my stinging ass at the computer, I received an email from Mrs. Tessle. A link directed me to her website that announced "a new ass-bitch" on display. To my shock, I recognized this new ass bitch was me. There I was, facing away from the camera with my pimpled ass and hairy pussy lips hanging there like a bag of a cow. My pubic hairs curled their way to my asshole. In another picture, my hands were pulling my ass cheeks away to fully expose my pussy and dark reddish asshole. Beside the picture was a very general description of the fact that I was a married professional woman, with college-aged daughters and that I liked being a submissive bitch. My face wasn't visible in any of the frames but there were several shots of my ass being spanked. I wasn't sure what to think until I read at least three dozen comments from viewers, some men and some women. Beside each comment was the username and their age. Some comments were short like "what a great ass," to longer comments about my asshole and cunt and what could be put into them. Several comments wanted to see my ass sprayed with cum and thought my behind would be a great ass to slap; another felt I should be made to put a finger up my ass. One comment wanted to see my daughter's panties stuffed in my anus and then my cunt vibed. Another comment wanted my nipples clamped with weights to stretch the nipples, with anal beads pushed inside my anus. Some of the comments were by older men while some were made by men in college. A comment from a 20 year old was that he'd fuck me every day if he could. There were also comments from women. All the comments were positive. What captured my attention was a comment by a woman named "Rita" that I had the most beautiful ass she'd ever seen. My heart jumped wanting to believe it was my Rita. The comment went on to say that my ass and its dark rosebud deserved a good licking. The comments by other women all showed the desire to nuzzle my hairy pussy, lick my anus, and caress my ass. Several comments were from women my daughter's age wanting to call me "Mom" as they attacked my ass with their mouths. I scrolled down and viewed the dozens of woman's asses. In the rest of the email, Mrs. Tessle explained that all the comments were from subscribers who paid money to see her new conquests. I was entitled to some of it since it was my ass on display. "Was I a whore?" I asked myself. After reading this, and looking at my ass again, I had strange tingles between my legs. Actually I was aroused and became more aroused as I started to look at all the women's asses on display. Some were in the doggy position, others were standing, leaning against something. Some asses were red from a paddle spanking and some were just blush from a good hand slap. Most of the women were my age, not hourglass figures or porn stars, but just ordinary married women who want to experience something different. In one section, some women my age were in a doggy style on a bed, with there head buried in the pillow, but with their panties, suspenders, and paddle laid out before them. It was very submissive looking, with their breasts hanging and their asses peeked for a slapping. I read a lot of the comments, of how many men wanted to masturbate and cum on each ass and ram our cunts. The more I read the more aroused I became. I couldn't help myself but easily slipped my hand into my panties. My husband had gone to bed but I closed the door for privacy and then began to gently rub myself, gazing at all the women on the website, sitting in a doggy position as they displayed their asses and rosebuds. I enjoyed the feeling of being the object of someone's fantasy. I quickly flicked my clit while fantasizing about being a whore, exposing myself to stranger who masturbated while looking at my ass, wanting to see me spanked in public. My hairy cunt lips swelled quickly. I dabbed on a little lubricate and felt my clitoris rise to the occasion. I didn't realize I was such an exhibitionist but I liked the surge of lust that sparked by body. I recalled the collar, the spanking, the peeing, the nose humiliation and the honey and sure enough, I came easily, breathing hard as my thighs buried my hand in the heat of cumming. I kept rubbing myself until I was satisfied and didn't bother to wash up but headed for bed after the most sexually exciting day I had had in years. I slipped exhausted beside my snoring husband. The next morning there was a message from Mrs. Tessle saying if I'd masturbated since seeing her yesterday that I was hooked. I knew I would see Mrs. Tessle again, soon. © Do not repost