0 comments/ 86539 views/ 5 favorites Cassandra Learns Her Lesson By: devilinusall The girl walked into the store nonchalantly, despite the fact that it was forty degrees out and she was barely wearing enough to cover a child's doll. A red plaid skirt that couldn't have been more than six inches from waist to hem hinted at a delightfully curved derrière, while simultaneously redefining "micro-skirt." Long white stockings came up to her lower thighs and disappeared into four-inch red heels. A tiny red top ended about two inches beneath her breasts, which were not restrained by a bra, if her turgid nipples were any indication. A wide black belt was cinched tightly around her waist, and a barbell glittered in her belly button, the silver providing a very entertaining contrast to her olive skin. Her hair had been dyed a shade called black cherry; the clerk remembered because his girlfriend, who was currently in the bathroom of the small convenience store, often dyed her hair the same color. Despite his efforts not to appear too interested, lest his girlfriend re-appear from the bathroom, the clerk couldn't help but get an eyeful. This girl was simply good looking at it was, but when she chose to raid the toy section for clothes, she became eye-candy of the first order. Normally, the clerk claimed he wasn't interested in any person that dressed like that, but then he had never been confronted with anyone that actually did go out in public like that. Honestly, he never imagined that anyone would, especially with the unusually cold weather. To some degree he doubted that anyone would believe that he had seen someone like her come into his store—he imagined that he would be accused of taking too many caffeine pills so he could stay up all night and run the counter, and he did a quick mental count of the pills he had taken tonight. The tally came back as none. He tried not to be hopped up when his girlfriend came to visit him on the job; her company was more than enough to keep him awake, even in the middle of the most boring nights. Normally, the manager didn't like anyone hanging around the store, but she liked Sharon well enough, and conceded that graveyard at a low-volume convenience store was the most mind-numbing job on the planet. The girl in the…uh, handkerchief stopped in front of the large glass-fronted cooler that took up one entire side of the store. After pausing for a moment, she opened door number six. Sighing, the clerk decided that if anyone wanted proof of his boredom at work, they had to dig no farther than the fact that he had memorized the numbers assigned to each door on the cooler. Of the twelve doors, six held soft drinks, juice, and milk. The remaining doors, numbers one through six, were devoted to beer and wine. Checking the time, he saw it was well after midnight, and therefore illegal to sell beer or wine in Texas. Except on Saturdays, he reminded himself. God, he was bored. When the girl approached the counter carrying a twelve pack of Smirnoff Ice, he pointed to the clock and simply said, "It's after hours. I can't sell that to you." She laughed lightly and placed the Smirnoff on the counter. "I thought I had until one to buy alcohol," she said, smilingly disarmingly. He shook his head and said, "Not on Fridays. The cut-off is one on Saturdays, midnight every other night." "Please?" His arms crossed across his chest of their own accord. Too many people had already tried this with him. "Texas state law says that if I do, I can go to jail for six months. I don't feel like doing that." Pouting cutely, she asked, "Well, I don't think anyone will know..." She turned her eyes up at him, the dark brown of her irises shining up at him enticingly. "Except for the camera," the clerk said, pointing. She turned and saw the camera and her own image on the monitor. Though she had seen the camera when she walked in, she hadn't realized that the monitor had given the clerk a way to admire her from two angles simultaneously. When she turned back to him, she smiled again. Her hand reached over the Smirnoff and across the counter to stroke his arm softly. "What if I make it up to you?" she asked in a whisper. The clerk stepped back from her quickly, which proved to be very fortunate for him. Sharon had returned from the bathroom and had watched them from the small alcove that hid the bathroom. Clearly angry, she yelled, "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Though the clerk simply turned his head to confirm what his ears had already told him, the girl whirled in surprise. She stared open-mouthed at Sharon. Both Mike and Sharon were used to that reaction; when they weren't at their respective jobs, they had a tendency to dress entirely in black and accent their wardrobe with leather jackets and belts, as well as chains and, in Sharon's case, a collar. Somehow, Mike imagined that Sharon probably would've stared the same way at the girl if she weren't so angry at the moment. Filling the tense silence, Mike told his would-be customer "This is my girlfriend, Sharon. She is rather possessive and has a very bad temper, especially late at night." Ignoring him, Sharon pressed on and yelled again. "I asked you a fucking question, bitch! What the fuck are you doing?" Regaining her composure, the girl tried to re-direct Sharon's anger. "He fucking started it! Don't get all fucking mad at me just because you can't keep your man in check!" Mike turned to Sharon and started to protest, as he hadn't seen her come out of the bathroom either, but she beat him to it. "I fucking watched you traipse all across the store in that fucking washcloth you think is a skirt! I watched you fucking come up to the counter and flirt with him just so could fucking get your shit! I watched you fucking reach over and touch him! And I fucking watched him back away from you, you fucking slut!" As the girl started into her own tirade, Sharon walked up to her and slapped her full across the face, causing the girl to lose her balance and grip the counter. Mike pointed up at the camera, and Sharon took the hint and dragged the girl out of camera shot. The two struggled for a moment, but Sharon had far more experience man-handling people than the other girl. Mike was an avid death-metal fan, and Sharon had often found herself being dragged along to various local clubs to see live shows. Inevitably, a mosh-pit would form and, try as he might, Mike couldn't always keep the other patrons from colliding with his lover. Such as it was, Sharon had become rather adept at keeping the crowds at bay. In a few moments, the girl was face down on the floor with Sharon's knee in the small of her back. Unhooking one of her wallet chains, she deftly secured the girl's arms behind her back. Mike nodded approvingly; his pet had learned well, it seemed. Standing again, Sharon dragged the other girl up by her hair, eliciting a sharp cry of protest and pain. Ignoring her for the moment, Sharon turned to Mike and spoke. "I know that you would like to watch, but I don't want the police to see if they happen to drive by." Nodding, he said, "Just tell me what happens." With a quick nod, Sharon dragged her hapless victim to the storeroom in the back. Mike usually left the door unlocked while he was there, as he made frequent trips back and forth during the course of the night. Knowing that things would get loud, she closed and locked the door behind her. A recent shipment of cigarettes had left the manager's office a bit crowded, so one of the two chairs had been placed in the storeroom for the time being. Taking advantage of this fortunate occurrence, Sharon sat on the chair and pulled the other girl across her lap. The chains on her jacket jangled loudly in the still, quiet room. By this time, the girl had lapsed into a frightened silence, though she still half-heartedly struggled against her captor. Looking down at the treasure in her lap, Sharon felt herself grow a little wet. Despite the fact that Mike was her dominant lover, she still enjoyed subjugating women. Even as the anger inside of her continued to rise, she couldn't help but admire the fine specimen currently held across her lap. Twinges of desire competed with her need to punish this vixen. Smiling, she decided that she could do both. "What's your name, bitch?" Sharon asked. The girl, however, only kicked her feet and wiggled in a vain attempt to get free. Damn, Sharon thought, that turns me on so much. I love it when a girl fights even when she knows she can't win. Pushing the barely there skirt out of the way, a bright red thong came into view. "You really need to learn how to answer, bitch," Sharon said while she softly stroked the pale brown flesh that was stretched over her lap. "But you'll learn soon enough…" "What the hell does that mean?" the girl demanded angrily. She opened her mouth to say something else, but the words were replaced by a sudden cry of pain and indignation as Sharon landed a strong open hand across her buttocks, leaving a hand print that was the same color as the thong. "That's what it means." Without another word, Sharon began to rain a series of stinging swats down on her ass and the back of her thighs. The girl screamed for a few minutes and struggled as hard as she could. This didn't continue very long; as the spanking continued, she began to sob and then to whimper as her struggling slowly tapered off. When her ass was crimson and her legs were no longer kicking, Sharon stopped. "Ready to answer my questions now?" she asked sweetly. Sniffing, the girl nodded. "Okay, let's start with your name." "Cassandra." She flinched as a hand descended on her already abused bottom. "You will address me as Mistress. Do you understand?" Sniffing again, Cassandra nodded. Another swat followed quickly. "I asked you a question, bitch. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress." She clenched her cheeks, expecting another swat. None fell. "Good." Smiling, Sharon began caressing Cassandra's beet-red butt again. The heat rising from her tender skin felt good against the dominant woman's hand. The thong, however, was quite annoying. Cassandra began to shiver as Sharon slowly worked her finger under the waistband and slowly tugged the offending garment out of the way. Once again, the girl began to kick and protest, but another quick round of spanking brought obedience as well as tears. The thong slowly made its way down now-still legs, over the shoes, and fell softly to the floor. Absently stroking Cassandra's butt and shapely legs, Sharon continued her questioning. "So, do you wax or shave?" "I…I wax, Mistress," the girl stammered through her tears. "And do you wax your pussy too?" Sharon asked smoothly. Cassandra chose that moment to lapse back into silence, although her ass-cheeks clenched in preparation for another series of swats. Perturbed, her tormentor took to pinching the skin along the back of her thighs. "I'll stop when you're ready to cooperate, bitch," she growled. It didn't take long. Her face was quickly turning the same shade as her heated ass as she twitched with each pinch. "Mistress, I wax my pussy too!" she shouted, hoping Sharon would stop. She did. "I'm glad to know that you are ready to cooperate again. Let's move on now, shall we?" Mike had taught her how well alternating punishment with kindness worked. He called it "carrot and stick," and she had enough first-hand experience with it to know that no matter how strong a person's will was, everybody eventually succumbed to it. Her next question was more personal. "Are you a virgin?" "No, Mistress." "You know, the way you dress, I'm not surprised. What in the hell would you wear this in public for?" "I saw a picture of Christina Aguilera like this." She yelped in pain and surprise when Sharon swatted her now bare ass. "I…I s-saw a picture, Mistress," she corrected. Sharon smiled serenely. She was pleasantly surprised at how quickly her current plaything was learning. Perhaps Cassandra was submissive. Grinning deviously to herself, she decided to find out. "Do you like having sex?" Silence descended for a moment. Sharon rolled her eyes before pinching the other girl's thigh again. "Yes, Mistress, I like having sex!" "Do you think about sex?" "Yes, Mistress." "Do you masturbate when you think about sex?" Her hands moved softly over Cassandra's thighs, her fingers gently slipping between her thighs. At first, the girl clenched her legs together to stop it, but Sharon raked her nails along the inside of her thighs. Her legs soon relaxed, allowing the pressing fingers to continue on. "Sometimes, Mistress." More and more, Sharon could hear defeat in her voice. Good. "Have you ever thought about sex with other women?" Suddenly, Cassandra went rigid. I guess she knows where I'm heading, Sharon thought. "Well, bitch, have you?" When there was no answer, Sharon pulled her captive's hair and commenced another vicious spanking, which didn't stop until Cassandra began to scream and plead. "Please, please stop! I'll tell you! I'll do anything, just please stop! It hurts so bad! Please, Mistress, please stop!" Hearing this, Sharon stopped and smiled to herself while her victim cried. "Anything?" she queried, interested. Still sobbing, Cassandra said, "Yes, Mistress, anything." The defeat in her voice was tangible now. Grinning maliciously, Sharon moved the sore and abused girl off of her lap and stood. "Then eat my pussy and I'll let you go." Silence. "You did say anything," she chided. "And that's what you'll do before I let you go." Cassandra made no move to do anything. Rather, she stared up at her captor in mute horror and disbelief. Slowly, her head began to shake and she mouthed the word "No" repeatedly. Sharon smiled at her plaything sadly. "Well, I gave you a free chance to get out of here. Now, you'll have to earn the right to eat my pussy. Before I'm done with you," her voice grew low and menacing, "you'll beg to eat me. And then, maybe I'll let you. But one way or another, you'll put that slutty tongue of yours in my cunt and make me cum all over your face," she promised. Removing her collar and chain, the dominant woman secured the sore and sobbing girl to a shelf and left the room. "I'll be right back," she sang sweetly just before she turned off the light and closed the door. Mike looked up from the magazine he was reading when Sharon reappeared. A puzzled look crossed his face and he pointed to his neck. "She's borrowing it," she explained. She went behind the counter and retrieved the Zima from the bottom shelf. As she walked by her lover, she whispered "Can you ring this up tomorrow night if I give you the money?" He nodded and went back to his magazine. When she opened the door to the storeroom, Cassandra looked up at her helplessly, her eyes pleading for mercy she knew she wouldn't get. Sharon stopped for a moment to admire the way the light from the open door fell across her captive. The young girl looked so deliciously helpless and subjugated. More cream leaked into her panties at the sight. Holding the carrier out, Sharon said, "You wanted to drink, so I brought you something to drink." She walked over to her bound plaything and unhooked the chain from the shelf and placed the bottles where Cassandra could see them without having to stand up. "Here, I'll even open one for you. I know that drinking sometimes helps people lose their inhibitions. You know, that way they feel more comfortable trying new things." God, she loved tormenting girls like this. It gave her such a rush, such a feeling of power and control. Of course, she knew how it felt to be in similar situations; as much as she loved being in control, the anticipation, the waiting, the guessing…that's what she craved. And Mike really knew how to push her buttons. He could be so unpredictable. Waiting and guessing kept her on her toes. But of course, she had learned well… She opened a bottle and offered it to the girl on the floor. "Here, do you want a drink?" Cassandra shook her head. "But earlier, you were offering to 'make it up' to my boyfriend if he let you buy it. Now you have it. Drink up!" Not surprisingly, she didn't. Sharon had counted on this. "Well fine. Be an uppity bitch." Turning her hand over, she dumped the clear liquid on the floor. "Oops! Look at that! There's a mess all over the floor. Good thing I have someone here to clean it up for me." Smiling down at the girl cowering on the floor, she motioned to the spreading puddle. "Get to work." "B-but how can I..." a slap across the face silenced Cassandra. "M-mistress, my h-hands…" another slap echoed in the small room. "Well, then use your tongue, bitch!" To punctuate her words, Sharon yanked the chain towards the floor. When Cassandra didn't cooperate, Sharon reached into her shirt and pinched a nipple with her fingernails. "I'll let go when you start licking." Soon enough, Cassandra was licking the floor clean while Sharon watched her from behind. The way her reddened ass moved was captivating; the impossibly short skirt played peek-a-boo with the hot flesh of her butt and thighs. Staring closely at the sliver of flesh visible between her thighs, Sharon swore she saw the telltale glistening of arousal. Intrigued, she bent closer to examine the exposed woman flesh. Sure enough, Cassandra's lips were pink and puffy and moisture sparkled along their edges. As the girl continued to lick the Zima from the floor, Sharon began to stroke her pussy lips. At first, Cassandra shivered and paused a moment, but a warning tap on her thigh was all it took to get her started again. "Good girl. You're learning. But I don't want your tongue to get a cramp in it; you have more work to do with it later." Yanking the chain back, Sharon forced her to stop. The belt was simply enough to undo; it was set aside to be used later. She quickly pulled Cassandra's skirt off and threw it in the puddle. "Dry it up. Now." Tears in her eyes, Cassandra took her skirt in her mouth and began to dry the floor. Taking advantage of her preoccupation, Sharon slowly began to trace her finger along her moist cleft. "See, I can be nice if I feel like it." She pushed her finger deep into Cassandra's cunt. "Just keep doing what I say and I won't be too mean. Who knows, maybe I'll even let you eat my pussy. Not that you've earned that right yet." After stroking deep inside of her for a moment, Sharon pulled the chain sharply and wiped her finger across her plaything's upper lip, causing her to wrinkle her nose in disgust. "What's the matter? Don't you like the way your own twat smells?" Cassandra's mouth quivered and her skirt fell free. It was apparent that she didn't know how to answer. "Well? Do you?" Still no answer. "Fine. Be that way, bitch. I'll fix you." She pushed Cassandra forward and pulled her high heels off of her feet. Kicking her legs apart, she pushed one slender heel between her plaything's pussy lips, stopping only when the sole was pressed firmly against her ass. Cassandra cried out, startled, as her pussy was fucked with her own shoe. Sharon smiled evilly as she violated her, knowing that the little vixen was succumbing. She might protest, but she liked the way she was being treated. The way that she was starting to push back against her shoe was a dead give away. It told Sharon that she liked feeling dirty—why else would she take such obvious pleasure from being fucked with the shoe she had worn all day? When Cassandra began to gasp each time the heel was pushed into her hole, Sharon stopped. Grabbing her hair, the Dom pulled her head up roughly and pushed the heel into her mouth. Obediently, the little bitch began to suck her own juices from it. Deciding to push more, Sharon picked up the other shoe and pushed the heel deeply into the bitch's twat, fucking her mouth and pussy at the same time with her own shoes. And she loved it. Cassandra Learns Her Lesson "Have you ever been fucked in the ass?" she asked. Cassandra tried to get the shoe out of her mouth and answer, but Sharon pushed harder, gagging her until she stopped. Finally, she shook her head, tears appearing on her cheeks because she knew what was going to happen next. The shoe in her pussy was slowly withdrawn. "Good; I'll get to deflower your ass tonight." Sharon watched Cassandra's face and body intently. She was crying a little, and she appeared to be trying to keep her butt-cheeks clenched as tightly as she could to prevent her tormentor from violating her currently virgin asshole. The rest of her body was beginning to tremble slightly in renewed fear and anxiety. First things first, however, some lube was needed. Looking around the storeroom, Sharon located some overstock generic petroleum jelly sitting on a shelf. Perfect. "Bite," she ordered her captive toy. When she felt the weight of the shoe leave her hand she released it. The red shoe remained in place. Sharon retrieved the small plastic tub and popped the lid. She held the small container in front of Cassandra so she could watch as two fingers were dipped into the slick, yellow goop. "Guess what happens now," Sharon whispered into her ear. Despite the warning, Cassandra jumped when she felt the slimy fingers slip between her cheeks and touch her most private opening. Slowly, the digits circled her puckered opening, causing her to shiver in spite of herself. After a long moment of this, one finger began slowly invading her anus. Her eyes clenched tight, and she dropped head, only to have her hair mercilessly yanked as the invading finger was jammed deep into her back passage. She was so startled that she yelped loudly, dropping the shoe to the floor with a thump. "Bitch, I told you to bite your shoe," growled Sharon as she quickly slid a second finger past Cassandra's sphincter, stretching her for a moment before withdrawing her fingers. She stooped and grabbed the shoe before slathering the heel in jelly. "Now you'll be sorry for that." One hand spread the girl's cheeks while the other lined the slippery heel up with her freshly lubricated ass. "Please, don't do this!" Despite the fact that begging hadn't worked before, Cassandra seemed ready to try it again to save her ass from this particular humiliation. Sharon paused for a moment before speaking. "Why not? Maybe you'll enjoy it—just like you enjoyed having your pussy fucked with your shoe. You're such a dirty slut! I mean, first you try to get my boyfriend to sell you alcohol after hours by offering him your body, and now your pussy is soaked after another girl tells you to eat her pussy and fucks you with your own shoe. Not to mention the fingers I had in your ass." When Cassandra opened her mouth to say something else, Sharon pushed the heel up her ass, replacing the unformed words with a sharp cry of surprise and discomfort. A few moments of silence followed while Sharon allowed Cassandra to adjust to the odd shape of the heel in her rectum. Soon, she began to move the heel in and out, and before long she settled into a rhythm. Cassandra moaned a bit, but was pushing back against the invading object. Oh, yeah, Sharon thought, this bitch is definitely hot for this shit. Just as the girl began to shudder as her orgasm neared, Sharon pulled the shoe free. She wiped her fingers clean in Cassandra's hair before picking the skirt up off the floor and cleaning the heel. Pulling the chain, she hauled the girl to her feet and hooked her fingers under the edge of her blouse. The red material stretched slightly as it was pushed over her breasts and then pulled up over her head. In a few seconds, the blouse was halfway down her bound arms, further restricting her movements. As Sharon had already discovered, and Mike had guessed earlier, no bra restrained her breasts. She backed Cassandra against a shelf, leaving her bare breasts open and inviting targets. Attaching the chain to a high shelf, Sharon guaranteed that her victim wasn't going anywhere. She retrieved the belt from the floor. "I promised you that you would beg to eat my pussy before I let you go." Cassandra's eyes widened in fear and her mouth fell open. Her head began to shake back and forth and her eyes pleaded silently as Sharon slapped the doubled over belt against the palm of her hand. Already in fear of the pain to come, Cassandra broke. "Please, Mistress, let me eat your pussy! Please, I'll eat you out! Cum on my face! Let me taste you! Just, please, don't do this! I beg you, Mistress, don't! Please! I beg you, don't hurt me!" She began to stammer and cry, but she was so afraid of having her wide belt applied to her breasts that she continued begging through her tears, which were falling in earnest now. "Let me put my tongue in you, Mistress! Please, my breasts are so sensitive! Don't do this to me! I'm sorry! Please! I'll do whatever you say, just let me go!" Satisfied that she had broken her will, Sharon slapped her left breast with the belt. It was only a light slap, barely grazing the tip of her nipple. The sharp sting combined with the anxiety caused Cassandra to scream like someone was killing her. Sharon laughed in her face while she reached up and undid the chain before roughly forcing the sobbing girl down to the floor. She undid her pants and pushed them and her panties over her small shoes before straddling Cassandra's face. She stood for a moment, allowing Cassandra a nice long view of her shaven and damp snatch before spreading her nether lips and slowly lowering herself onto her face. At first, nothing happened. Remembering that she had never had sex with another woman, Sharon decided to give some instructions. "Use your tongue like I use my finger," she ordered as she leaned forward and began to softly stroke Cassandra's slick folds with her index finger. She used feather light touches, running her fingertip along the edge of her pussy lips, slowly moving from the bottom of her pussy to the top, stopping just short of her clit. Slowly, up and down she went, each time slipping her finger a little farther between the slick folds. As she worked, she felt Cassandra's tongue beginning to mimic her finger. Cream leaked into the girl's mouth as Sharon squirmed, settling more firmly onto the probing tongue. Her finger began to probe deeper into the girl's pussy, occasionally coming up to flick gently over her clit. Deeper she probed, slowly building a rhythm as she explored the moist woman flesh with first one, then two, digits. Sharon felt herself building to an orgasm as Cassandra quickly learned the art of cunnilingus. Feeling deliciously dirty, she shifted on her face, presenting her puckered rosebud to the girls darting tongue. Cassandra, afraid of retribution, dutifully began to rim her tormentor's ass even as two fingers invaded her rectum again. Sharon fought the orgasm as long as she could, but she knew it was only a matter of a few moments, so she repositioned her pussy over Cassandra's tongue and lips. She continued to invade the other girl's ass while she explored her cunt, and ground her dripping twat against her mouth. Her clitoris began to throb as her pussy began to dilate and contract around the invading tongue. Unable to hold back any longer, she pushed her fingers deep into Cassandra's holes and bent forward, bathing her clit with her tongue. A few seconds later, they orgasmed simultaneously. After recovering, Sharon stood and wiped herself clean with Cassandra's skirt. She rolled her victim over and undid the chain that was restraining her arms and pulled her blouse off, only to deposit it in the puddle of Zima on the floor. After pulling her pants on, she left the room to retrieve a mop. When she returned, she thrust the mop into Cassandra's hands. Dutifully, the nearly naked girl cleaned up the evidence of her abuse. "Give me your phone number." The request caught Cassandra off guard, but a quick slap on the butt with her belt brought instant obedience. "555-4666." Sharon nodded as she pocketed the bright red—and still damp—thong her new toy had been wearing. "Get dressed." Although her clothes and her were soiled, the girl obeyed, rubbing her eyes and face, trying to get rid of the tears and makeup streaks that lined her cheeks. The two left the storeroom together. While Sharon looked immensely pleased with herself, Cassandra looked like hell. Before the girl could leave the store, Sharon yanked her hair. "When you go by the register, I want you to show Mike what you were going to give him." Cassandra nodded dumbly. When she approached the counter, she turned to the clerk and lifted her tiny skirt, brazenly displaying her swollen pussy. He motioned for her to lift her top, and she did. Then he motioned for her to face the camera. Turning crimson with humiliation, but afraid of Sharon, she did as she was told and then quickly pulled her clothes back into place and walked to the door. "I'm going to call you later, Cassandra. And I know you'll be ready to do it all again." Sharon smiled wantonly at her as she nodded, her eyes already sparkling with tears.