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Wanda's Story, Enhanced Ch. 01

By: rpwilbur



Back in 2004, I wrote a series entitled "Wanda's Story." Not knowing at the time how long the story would be, I put each chapter in the category that chapter best fit in. As a result, the story wanders through eight different categories here in Literotica.

I recently re-read the story and saw plenty of places to fix the story, as well as expand and explain more. Also I felt Wanda's story wasn't done yet. So I'm returning to Wanda's life, and this time it will all go into one category, for easier reading. The original is still a good read. I hope to make this a better read. 

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As she drove home that late August morning, Wanda Catron was a confused woman. The emotions in her heart and the thoughts in her mind were at war, and all she could do was wait and see which side won.

Wanda was 18, and just out of school. Never a strong student, Wanda had decided to take a year off from schooling. She was working at the local Wal-Mart, and it was there that her current confusion had started.

She was cashiering earlier that day when her favorite teacher, Ms. Franklin, came through her line. Ms. Franklin had been her English teacher in 10th and 11th grade at Independence High, and was a very beautiful woman as well.

Her blonde hair normally hung to her shoulders, and was currently swept off her face and shoulders by a ponytail. She was young for a teacher, only 28, and dressed like the kids off the BYU Campus. Today's apparel consisted of a short blouse, hanging just above her belly button, and hip hugger Capri's. Her belly button was adorned with a small diamond, and through her tight shirt, Wanda thought she could see the outline of nipple rings.

Wanda immediately shook that thought out of her mind as she checked out the items Ms. Franklin was purchasing. As she worked, she made the usual small talk ... How are you, what have you been doing, anything new, etc. Ms. Franklin, Wanda knew, was unmarried, and Wanda had spent many an evening at Ms. Franklin's home, getting special tutoring to improve her grades. Ms. Franklin had taken a special interest in Wanda as well, though she had not told the teenager about that interest yet.

Wanda was a beautiful woman herself. Short at 5-5, but bosomy, with 38c breasts and a large butt as well. Wanda was a Puerto Rican-American mix, as her grandfather had married a Puerto Rican in New York before moving to Utah. Wanda's skin tone came from Grandma Luisa. Wanda's looks, though, came from her mother, Lorraine. Her father, Hank Catron, had died six years before, and Wanda lived at home with her younger brother Roger and sister Wendy.

As Wanda and Ms. Franklin talked, catching up on the past couple of months, Wanda finished checking and bagging her groceries. "That's $56.79, Ms. Franklin," Wanda announced when completed.

Ms. Franklin paid Wanda, then said, "Wanda, what time are you off work today?"

"5:30, Ma'am," Wanda said.

"Please, dear, would you come over and have dinner with me tonight?" Ms. Franklin said. "I've enjoyed talking with you again, and I'd love to continue this conversation later."

"I'd love to, Ms. Franklin," Wanda gushed. In truth, she had enjoyed seeing her favorite teacher again, as well.

"You remember where I live?"

"Yes, Ms. Franklin, I remember."

"OK. See you about 7 tonight, And please, Wanda, call me Anne."

"I will, Ms. Franklin ... Anne. See you tonight."

All the rest of the day, Wanda's mind whirled with excitement. Her favorite teacher had invited her to dinner. Wanda idly wondered if the rumors about Ms. Franklin ... Anne ... were true.

Wanda had reason to wonder. Two years before, she had determined that she, Wanda Catron, was a lesbian. During her lunch hour, when she could think of things more vividly and in full, Wanda's mind flowed backwards to her sexual beginnings.

Wanda had tried having boyfriends. She dated a series of different boys during eighth and ninth grades. Despite the variety of boys available to her, she was never satisfied with them. Not their kisses, not their pawing attempts to feel her growing breasts, not their grabbing of her already-large ass, nor their sexual innuendos in their cars during dates.

The closest she ever came to sex with one of these boys was the time early in 10th grade when she jacked Tommy Bigelow off. But even as his penis grew in his hands, and all too quickly spilled its seed over her fingers and her hastily-grabbed handkerchief, Wanda found no satisfaction, no joy of accomplishment. She watched Tommy's cock spurt with a morbid curiosity. It seemed her interest was more scientific than sexual.

Still in the experimental stage, Wanda tasted the seed on her hand. "Yuck!" she thought. It was salty and sour. It was ... well, drippy seemed to Wanda to be the best descriptive word. His semen had spurted out of Tommy's cockhead, one shot, then another, then another.

Not like when Wanda came during her masturbation periods. When Wanda came, her inner juices flowed out of her, steady, constant and ever-increasing. Her own cum juices tasted sweet to her, a forbidden flavor only to be given to special people at special times.

Special people. Tommy Bigelow was not a special person, Wanda had decided even as he came, pawing her bare breasts as he came. Yes, Tommy had been able to feel her naked boobs. But he was not the first person to fell the breasts, the areolas, the nipples, And she smiled as she remembered the first person to feel them.

In fact, her mind wandered over to her best friend, Nancy Stanton. Nancy had been over to Wanda's for a study night the previous Tuesday. The teens' talk, as it always had recently, turned to boys. Nancy wanted to date boys, but was shy. She always found herself hanging out with Wanda and whatever boyfriend Wanda had that month.

"Wan, how do you get so many boys interested in you," Nancy asked.

"I don't know," was Wanda's reply. "They love kissing me, and I think they expect more than kisses back, but I don't really want to ... you know ... yet." Wanda's face was turning red, a common occurrence when Nancy and she spoke of boys.

"Oh, come on, Wan. Boys like kissing you?" Nancy was skeptical.

"They must, Nan," Wanda replied. "They kiss me a lot."

"What's that like? Kissing a boy?"

"Every one of them are different, Nan. Some of them kiss so hard, it feels like they're pushing my lips through my teeth. Some of them open their mouths so wide, I think they're trying to swallow my nose. And some of the kisses I can barely feel, they're so gentle."

"How do you like to be kissed?" Nancy asked.

"Oh god, Nan. I can't really describe it. I like a little pressure, not too much. I like lips slightly apart, but I like it when I get to increase the kiss, not when they think they should. I like to be held just right, and touched just ... damn, I can't explain it all."

Nancy just smiled at her best friend. "Wanda," she said. "If you can't describe it, maybe there's another was to let me see how you like to be kissed."

"Nancy!!!" Wanda said, shocked at the sudden thought. "Do you mean what I THINK you mean?"

Nancy scooted closer to Wanda on the couch. Her eyes locked on Wanda's, and she smiled at her best friend. Nancy unconsciously licked her lips, and took Wanda's hands in her own.

"Yes, Wan," she said, using her friend's nickname. "Show me how you like to be kissed."

Wanda pulled her hands out of Nancy's. "Are you sure?"

Nancy only nodded.

Wanda put her hands on Nancy's shoulders, and pulled her best friend closer. She got on her knees on the couch they were sharing, tipped Nancy's head slightly, lowered her mouth, and started kissing her best friend. The kiss started softly, the two best friends getting used to each other's lips. Slowly, Wanda increased the pressure, and slid her lips slightly apart. Nancy followed Wanda's lead, and opened her mouth as well.

Wanda's tongue slid past their locked lips, licking the inside of Nancy's mouth softly. Wanda probed her friend's teeth, and then danced her tongue around Nancy's. Their arms drew their bodies closer together, and Wanda's breasts mashed into Nancy's, as the kiss continued. Nancy moaned, and Wanda found she was moaning as well.

Although she didn't really want to, Wanda broke the kiss off. She held her best friend in her arms, but scooted back a couple inches to break the body contact. She looked at Nancy, then said, "You try it now."

Nancy took the upper position now, getting in her knees while Wanda sat on her butt. Nancy reached behind Wanda's head to tip it upwards,and Wanda felt a marvelous, almost electric, tingle shoot through her body. Then Nancy kissed her, and, oh, my, God, Wanda couldn't control herself any longer. She was a pawn to her best friend's wishes.

Without realizing it fully, both women started undoing their own shirts. Nancy wasn't wearing a bra, so Wanda got to see her bare breasts before Nancy could see Wanda's. Wanda reach behind herself and expertly undid her bra.

Both women reached out to the other's breasts. Wanda touched Nancy in ways she wanted Nancy to touch her, ways Wanda touched herself when she was horny. Wanda's hands cupped Nancy's smallish breasts (an A-cup, Wanda correctly guessed) and Nancy cupped Wanda's already-fully-developed 38c mountains. Wanda's hands moved to Nancy's nipples, and Nancy's hands followed on Wanda's body. Wanda captured a nipple and pulled, as Nancy did the same.

The sudden shock of slight pain from the nipple pulls broke the trance. Their mouths separated,their hands lowered to their own bodies, subconsciously covering their bare breasts, and they looked at each other. Finally, Wanda said "That's how I want to be kissed."

"Oh, god, me too!" Nancy exclaimed, causing both girls to break into laughter, snapping the spell they had been weaving together.

Later on, Wanda found that she had soaked her panties through with that kiss-and-feel time. Though she had never kissed Nancy again, that had been the start. Wanda, after her experience with Tommy, searched out the one girl all the school's rumors said was a lesbian.

This girl, Betty Grant, was a year older than Wanda. She took Wanda's friendship when it was offered. Belly enjoyed her friendship with Wanda, and eventually enjoyed the sex she had with Wanda.

Betty and Wanda had an 18-month relationship, but Betty had left for college a year ago now. After Betty left for Long Beach State in California, Wanda had tried to bed her best friend Nancy. That didn't work, because Nancy was getting a regular sexual workout from Tommy Bigelow. Nancy was hetero, and trying to forget her one impassioned kiss with Wanda.

So during her senior year at Independence High in Provo, Utah, Wanda practiced enforced abstinence. It was not so much a life choice as a decision not to get in trouble seducing girls. Wanda's only release came when she went to the outskirts of Provo, to an adult video arcade. There she bought herself a six-inch vibrator for personal pleasure. The batteries had long ago worn out, but the dildo was still hard, unlike Tommy Bigelow's cock after it shot its load, and had given Wanda her only sexual release all that year.

Wanda remembered the game she and Betty had played together, trying to pair off teachers sexually in their minds. Ms. Franklin had always been one Wanda could not pair off. She had been very professional with Wanda during their tutoring sessions, but Wanda could sense something different. Nothing had come of those senses, however, so Wanda had forgotten about them ... until now.

Precisely at 7 pm, Wanda parked her car, strode to Anne's door and knocked. After work, Wanda had run home, showered, and slipped on a black dress, mid-thigh, with matching bra and panties, and black pumps. She was startled when Anne opened the door wearing a red Cami blouse and matching red leather skirt. Her legs were encased in red fishnet stockings, and she wore black shoes with two-inch stiletto heels.

"Come in, Wanda," Anne said. "Dinner is almost ready. We have just enough time to open a bottle of wine and have a glass before dinner."

"I'm not old enough to drink," Wanda protested slightly.

"But you do drink, don't you?"

"Yes, but only beer so far."

"Then allow me to introduce you to wine. It's a marvelous drink and a perfect dinner companion."

Anne led Wanda into the kitchen, and pulled a white Zinfandel from the refrigerator. Deftly handling the cork remover, Anne opened the wine and poured two glasses. She handed one to Wanda.

"To the start of a better friendship, not just as teacher/student, but as friends," Anne toasted. Wanda reached her glass over, clinked hers on Anne's, and drank.

After their glasses were emptied, Anne led Wanda into the dining room. She instructed her guest to refill the wine glasses while she got dinner. Candles were already placed on the table, glowing softly.

As the women ate their meal of pork sirloin chops, potatoes, and asparagus, they caught up with their lives. Anne knew about the close friendship Wanda had had with Betty, and asked about her. When Wanda explained that Betty had left to go to school in California a year ago, Anne just smiled.

"Betty was always very smart," Anne said. "I'm glad she's gone off to school. But what about you? Why are you still home?"

Wanda explained that she was working for a year, then would be starting school, and Anne nodded. She refilled Wanda's wine glass whenever it got near empty, and they sat talking long into the night.

Finally, Wanda realized that it was late, and she had to get home. She started to stand, and staggered a couple of steps before sitting back into her chair.

"I don't think I should drive," Wanda said. "How will I get home?"

"Why not spend the night here?" Anne offered. "You can call your mother, so she won't worry."

Wanda did just that. One phone call later, Wanda was Anne's house guest.

Anne came around the table and helped Wanda stand,. They moved down the hall, and turned into Anne's bedroom. A king-sized bed dominated the center of the room, and Wanda started protesting.

"I can't displace you from your bed," she said. "This is your house."

"Nonsense," Anne replied. "Besides, it's a big bed, with plenty of room for both of us."

Anne's hands moved to Wanda's waist, and Wanda slowly turned to her former teacher. Their eyes locked, and Anne softly said "Share my bed with me, Wanda."

Anne's mouth moved to Wanda's and Wanda opened her mouth willingly to accept the kiss Anne offered. They started slowly, softly, and slowly built up. The kiss grew in intensity, and Wanda felt herself getting very wet. This was the best kiss she had ever gotten, and she felt herself getting weak in the knees, and not from the alcohol, either. Anne was giving her THE KISS, the one Wanda had always dreamed about.

Anne's hands moved behind Wanda. The older woman lowered the zipper on Wanda's dress, undid the black bra, then slowly slid them off the teenager. Wanda, while moving her arms and legs to accommodate Anne's undressing her, remained glued to Anne's lips, their tongues playing happily with each other, darting mouth to mouth. Anne's hands moved up to cup Wanda' breasts, softly pulling at the nipples as they hardened under her touch.

Wanda reached down to start undressing Anne, but the woman stopped her. "Let me take charge," she told Wanda. The teen was beyond caring. She was hot, and wet, and ready for anything Anne may suggest. The kiss had worked, and Wanda didn't care about anything or anyone right then but Anne.

Anne slid the wet thong off Wanda's hips, then finally broke the kiss and dropped to her knees. With her teeth, Anne lowered the thong to the floor, then she looked up to see the nude teenager swaying above her. Anne rose slightly, and slid her tongue along Wanda's inner thighs. Anne tasted the wetness already flowing out of her guest, and smiled as more dribbled out of Wanda's labia.

Wanda fell backwards, her legs no longer able to support her. She fell onto the bed, and found it to be very soft. The teen spread her legs wide, and Anne took the message and dove between them, her tongue touching closer and closer to Wanda's wet lower lips.

Wanda was close to an orgasm already, and Anne had barely even started on her. The teen used all her remaining willpower to hold off her orgasm a little longer, as the older woman used her fingers to spread open Wanda's pussy lips. Anne gently blew into Wanda's spread-open labia, causing the teen to shudder in joy. Anne traced her tongue around Wanda's inner lips, causing the teen to shudder harder.

Finally Anne drove her tongue deep into Wanda's pussy, and released the lips. They closed on Anne's face, burying her tongue deep in Wanda. The teen could hold out no longer. She lifted her hips off the bed, screamed in joy, and came. Her orgasmic release flooded over Anne's face, and as it started, Anne moved her fingers to play with the teen's clit, pulling and pinching to give the teen more pleasure.

As Wanda slowly regained her composure after the orgasm, she realized the Anne had not stopped. Her face was buried, deeply between Wanda's legs, as her tongue was still darting in and out of the wet pussy, her fingers were pinching and pulling at her clit, and her moans were buried by Wanda's thighs.

When Wanda and Betty had made love, they had brought their partner to orgasm, then switched places. Never had Betty worked on Wanda's pussy after orgasm, as Anne was now. Wanda felt the familiar urges of orgasm building again, and she came, harder than the first time. Still Anne did not stop, and soon a third and fourth orgasm flooded Wanda's mind and body. 

After the fourth orgasm, Anne moved off the bed. Through tired eyes, Wanda looked at the woman in surprise. Anne was still fully dressed, though her clothes were rumpled from lying on the bed. Wanda watched in fascination as Anne removed her blouse, revealing 34b breasts with large erect nipples, adorned with a small ring through each nipple. Anne unzipped her leather skirt and lowered it, and Wanda gasped. Instead of panties and pantyhose, as the teen had thought she was wearing, Anne had a red garter belt holding up her red fishnet stockings, and no panties on at all.

Anne kicked off her stiletto-heeled shoes, and climbed back on the bed. She stood straddling Wanda, then slowly lowered her pussy until it rested just above Wanda's mouth. Wanda's tongue moved quickly, licking the pussy and finding it very wet. She probed deeper with her tongue, then added a finger into her former teacher. Wanda reached up and pulled on the nipple rings, and Anne gasped. A second pull, and Anne was on the verge of cumming herself.

To take her mind temporarily off her impending orgasm, Anne lowered herself down Wanda's body. Her mouth returned to Wanda's pussy, and the women engaged in a 69, with Wanda plunging two, then three fingers into Anne's pussy while Anne focused on sucking the life out of Wanda's clit.

Anne finally gave in and came, and in a surprise for Wanda, she squirted juices from her pussy onto Wanda's face. As she came, she bit down on the teen's clit, causing Wanda to orgasm again. Then Anne climbed off Wanda, reached under her pillow, and handed Wanda a double-headed dildo.

Wanda took the toy and shoved it into Anne's pussy. The older woman shuddered and came again. Wanda maneuvered the dildo in and out, pushing it deeper with each thrust. When she could insert no more of the dildo into Anne, she climbed on the remaining head, and filled herself until the women's pussy lips touched around the toy. Then each fucked the toy, trying to keep contact with the other at the same time.

All too soon, the women came again, together this time. Wanda collapsed, thoroughly sated by the lovemaking. Anne pulled the toy out of the teen, then out of herself. She crawled around and took Wanda in her arms. As the teen fell asleep, her last conscious thought were how wonderful Anne's lips were on her own. Damn, Wanda thought sleepily, Anne can KISS!


Wanda's Story, Enhanced Ch. 01



In the morning, the women woke together, arm in arm. After kissing passionately for several minutes, Anne reluctantly broke free and cooked breakfast. The two women chatted over fried eggs, bacon, fruity oatmeal, coffee and orange juice, all eaten in the nude.

After breakfast they returned to the bedroom and made love again, this time taking their time. Anne was a very co-operative lover, allowing Wanda to fully explore the older woman's body with her fingers, her tongue, and with her beautiful breasts.

For Wanda, this was her first-ever long-term sexual experience. Rendezvous with Betty had always been urgent affairs. Sex in a car. Sex at Betty's home, or at Wanda's home. Always there was the thrill of potential discovery, and the need to be done in time to get home, or get done before someone came home.

The night before was great, Wanda thought, but this morning is even better. The daylight streamed through the curtained windows. Anne's naked body lay bathed in the light, illuminated perfectly. Wanda could fully see the folds of Anne's pussy, the contours of the outer and inner labia as she pulled them apart and lick them. Wanda watched in awe as the pussy lips grabbed the eight-inch dildo Anne owned. It seemed like Anne was trying to keep the shaft in her body as Wanda stroked it out. Then, when she pulled the dildo out, Wanda saw and was amazed as the pussy canal remained open momentarily before trying to close again. But Wanda's tongue and fingers were already inside Anne's body, working to make the teacher cum as Anne had made Wanda cum the night before. Yes, even now, Wanda thought, I'm trying to follow my teacher's instructions.

Anne, for her part, was trying to hold back. She could cum again and again, but she wanted one HUGE orgasm instead. She also wanted Wanda to see what one giant orgasm looked like. This girl is good, Anne thought. She's hitting all the right spots, the tight ... "Right there, love," she said aloud. "Right there, but harder!!!"

Wanda wasn't sure which "Right there" Anne was talking about. Wanda had two fingers buried inside Anne's pussy. Her mouth was sucking on Anne's clit, the tongue flicking it like a light bag used by boxers. And Wanda's other hand was pulling on Anne's ringed nipples, stretching them a bit before releasing. So Wanda kept up all three places.

Anne fought to hang on a little longer, then felt the time was right. It had to be right. Anne couldn't hold on. With a mighty scream of "I'm cumming, Wanda!!" Anne Franklin came. Her body exploded in sexual release. Her orgasm stretched each nerve ending in her body, allowing Anne to feel the sensitive and sexual tingle of the silk sheets against her back; the slight variations in pressure Wanda used on her clit and nipples; the metal of her nipple rings pulling against the inside of her skin; the flood of cum juice flowing over her inner pussy walls, and splashing against Wanda's fingers; the excitement of her brain exploding in joyous relief, excitement and lust. Damn, this girl is GREAT!!

Anne collapsed a minute later, as Wanda stopped her ministrations on the teacher. The girl climbed atop Anne and deeply kissed the older woman. Anne returned the kiss with all the passion she could muster.

"Thank you, Ms. Franklin,"Wanda said. "I can't tell you how much I needed this."

"I could tell, and call me Anne," Anne said.

"Anne, that last orgasm you had was so intense, I came as well. I've never had that happen before."

"It can happen again, my dear," Anne replied.

Anne then asked if the teen could come back sometime, indicating Wanda would always be welcome. Wanda dressed, then drove home, her emotions mentioned above flooding her mind.

By the time she got home, she had made her decision. She picked up the phone and dialed.

"Anne?" she said. "This is Wanda. I'd love to come over again tonight for dinner. I don't think we quite finished what we were talking about, and I'd like the opportunity to continue our ... conversation."

As she hung up, a big smile was on Wanda's face. A bigger smile, though was on Anne's. The teacher's plan was working.



Wanda's Story, Enhanced Ch. 02



As Wanda Catron drove home that Sunday morning, she was a very confused woman. Her emotions were pulling at her, her mind was in turmoil as she thought about the events of the day, and she really needed someone to talk to. The problem was, the one who threw her mind into turmoil was her best friend and lover, the person she would normally turn to to talk things out.

Wanda, a confirmed lesbian, had been seeing her former high school English teacher, Anne Franklin, for a little over a month now. Anne and Wanda had become lovers after Anne invited Wanda over during a meeting at Wanda's workplace. Now, Wanda spent every evening possible at Anne's home, although those evenings had become rarer and rarer after Anne started teaching again.

School had restarted two weeks before. For Anne, 32, it meant another year of teaching. For Wanda, who was 18, it was her first free fall since she was 5. Wanda had chosen not to go to school, instead choosing to work at Wal-Mart and save her money.

Anne had asked Wanda to come over early that September Saturday, as soon as she was off work. Anne hinted that she had something important to talk to Wanda about. Wanda spent her workday with a growing wetness from her pussy. She did not really focus on her customers. She was instead focused on the little package in her trunk, her surprise for Anne.

When her supervisor finally let Wanda leave, the teen hurried to her car and drove quickly to her lover's home. She had called her mother at lunch, reminding her that she would not be home that evening. Wanda wasn't sure if her mother, Lorraine, knew EXACTLY what Wanda was up to, but one day, Wanda promised herself, she would tell her mother.

When she got to Anne's home, Wanda let herself in with the key Anne had given her. The house was dark, and Wanda assumed Anne was not home yet. She decided to prepare herself for Anne, and went into the bathroom.

Wanda peed, then stripped off her work clothes. The teen wore conservative clothes at work, but preferred short tops and skimpy skirts while on her own time. She peeled off her button-down blouse and stepped out of her skirt, stopping to look at her body in the full-length mirror.

An average 5-5, Wanda worked hard to maintain her weight at 126 pounds. She would have preferred to be lighter, but she had 38D breasts and a large ass, courtesy of her Puerto Rican Grandmother. Her waist was 26, with barely any fat on it. Her breasts and butt were currently encased in white bra and panties, her personal conservative work dress code reaching even to her underwear.

Wanda leaned over and started running the bathwater. She added a scented bubble bath fragrance and breathed in the air as the room steamed up. Reaching behind her, she undid her bra and let it slide to the floor. Her hands automatically moved to her breasts, cupping them and lifting them up. She lifted her right breast higher up and sucked the nipple into her mouth, feeling it harden. Then she lifted the left breast, and playfully bit on it, pulling the nipple taut with her teeth. The moan she uttered was muffled by the breast, which she then released.

She slid the white panties down her body, and re-inspected her now nude body. She noted that she needed a shave, as little hairs were popping up from her normally-smooth mons. She liked being clean-shaven around her pussy, as it allowed her lover's tongue to gain full contact with her skin.

Wanda stepped into the tub, then turned off the water spigots. She picked up a loofah, dunked it in the water, and started scrubbing at her body. The feel of the scrubber excited her more, and she paused her bathing before she got too worked up.

Slowly she soaped her entire body, then lowered herself into the bath to rinse off. She reached for the razor and cream kept by the bathtub, and scraped the hairs off her pussy area. Since she still did not hear the sound of Anne's car, she returned her attentions to the loofah. This time, she did not stop when she got aroused.

She moved the loofah over her breasts, letting it tease her nipples. A quick dunk of the loofah, and then she let water drip off the loofah onto her nipples. She moaned as she did this, her first steps whenever she masturbated in the bathtub. One hand went to her nipple, and started pinching. The other kept rubbing her other breast with the loofah. Her skin started flushing, and she started feeling the wetness not caused by the bath to flow.

She teased her other breast with the loofah, smiling at the hardness of her nipples. Then she closed her eyes and lowered the loofah down her body, letting the scrubber move past her ribs and abdomen, skirt her belly button, and start to rub on her mons.  

In her mind, Wanda saw her lover, Anne. She was thinking that the loofah was guided by Anne, lower and lower. She knew Anne never went right for her pussy, so Wanda moved the loofah down her left thigh, then back up the inside of her right thigh. Her free hand continually massaged her breast, keeping a direct pressure that, in her mind's eye, was Anne sucking on that breast.

Her moans got louder, and she moved the loofah higher. Finally she scraped her outer pussy lips, and lifted her hips up to get better contact. Wanda dropped the loofah, and used her hand now. She used her thumb and first finger to open her pussy lips, and thrust her middle finger into herself. A sharp moan escaped Wanda's lips, as she thrust her own finger deeper and deeper into her pussy.

She started pumping inside herself, adding a second finger to the process. One leg splayed over the side of the tub, and she humped her body higher, almost out of the water. Her free hand moved down to capture her erect clitoris, and as her masturbation continued, she softly called out her lover's name ... "Anne, Anne ... god, lover, yes, yes!"

Her hand moved faster inside herself. The fingers on the clit moved quicker and quicker. She moved closer and closer to orgasm.

Suddenly, she felt two fingers thrust into her wet pussy. So far gone was she, she didn't mind. She removed her own fingers, allowing these new fingers to continue the job of fucking her. Her now-free hand went to her clit, and rubbed at it furiously. The fingers in her pussy curled upwards, and hit her G-spot perfectly. She held off a bit longer, but all too soon she needed to release her pent-up emotions. A mental switch was thrown, and Wanda came.

Wanda was a loud moaner when she orgasmed. This time was no exception. Her own voice bounced off the walls as she came, her juiced flowing into the bathwater. As she slowed her hands down, she finally opened her eyes. She saw, as she expected, the smiling face of her lover, Anne Franklin, inches from her own. It was Anne's fingers in her pussy, driving her over the edge of orgasm.

"Hi, my love," Anne said, and kissed the teen full on the lips. "Started without me, I see," she said after breaking the kiss.

Wanda looked at her and smiled. "I didn't hear you come in, Anne," she said.

"The way you were occupied, the Independence High Band could have marched through here and you wouldn't have noticed," the teacher teased.

Wanda blushed, even though she loved Anne's teasing. "I hope you didn't mind. I came over right after work, and when I couldn't find you, I took a bath."

"Love, it's OK with me. In fact," Anne said, "after working all day, I could use a bath myself. Scoot to one side, honey, and I'll join you."

Wanda scooted to the end of the tub, and watched as Anne removed the clothes she was wearing. There wasn't much to remove, a t-shirt, grimy jeans and a thong, leaving Anne as naked as Wanda. Anne hopped into the tub, grabbed the loofah and handed it to the teen. "Scrub me off, honey," she asked.

Although Anne and Wanda had showered together before, this was their first mutual bath. Wanda spent her time making sure Anne's body was clean, doing this out of the love she felt for the older woman. As Wanda worked on Anne, they slowly moved a little closer together, then closer still.

As Wanda moved the washcloth over to Anne's pussy lips, she found them very close to her own in the water. She could barely get her hand between the two pussies to rub and clean. Her hand moved over her own pussy, too, and Wanda moaned a little at the feel of her knuckles on her own pussy lips.

"Oh, is my baby still horny?" Anne teased.

"Mmmmm, yes," Wanda replied. She removed her hand, and scooted even closer, rubbing her pussy against Anne's now-clean pussy lips. This caused Anne to moan as well, as Wanda started doing the things she had found that pleased Anne.

As their pussies rubbed under the water, Wanda pulled Anne's upper body close to her own. Their breasts mashed together, and Wanda lowered her head onto Anne's shoulder. A slight head tilt, and Wanda's mouth caught Anne's earlobe and started sucking.

Anne just purred with delight, as the girl in her arms started to make love to her. Anne knew she wanted Wanda in her life, and had planned the evening carefully. Still, a surprise like this bath was always acceptable. Anne's mind soon stopped thinking about the evening, and began focusing on her own emotions.

Wanda reached over the side of the tub, and grabbed their Tampax plastic applicator. Anything in a pinch, the teen thought, as she slid back a little and drove the empty applicator into her lover's body. Anne's hips half-lifted out of the water, and the older woman moaned in delight as her pussy squeezed on the makeshift dildo. The lifting of her hips had forced Wanda to release Anne's earlobe, so Wanda moved her mouth to a breast and began sucking on it hard.

Anne shuddered and came, her orgasm causing waves in the bathwater. Water slopped over the side of the tub and onto the floor. Her own personal waves of pleasure, though, far outstripped the water's waves, as Anne Franklin came in a torrent of love and ecstasy.

However, Wanda was not done yet. "Anne, I have a surprise for you, a present."

"You do?" Anne said in near-shock. Wanda had not given her former teacher anything before now. "What do you have?"

Wanda reached for her handbag and brought out a small wrapped package. She gave it to Anne.

"Is this the best place to give me presents, love?" Anne asked. "We are still in the tub, after all."

"This is the best place, Anne darling," Wanda said.

Anne opened the wrapping paper. Inside was a small vibrator, with the words "Water Proof" on the packaging. Anne tore it open and checked the toy out. She turned the base, and it buzzed to life. Anne smiled.

"Since you chose here and now to give me this gift," Anne finally said, "I'm going to use it. On you, Wanda my love."

The vibrator was still on high, and Wanda's legs were wide apart from the earlier play time. Thus Anne was able to shove the waterproof vib deep into Wanda's body. The teen screamed in joy and desire.

Pent-up needs and desires flowed from Wanda. The vib was churning the water around her pussy, as well as churning inside her pussy. The bathwater bubbled against Wanda's clit.

Wanda could not hold off. With a joyous scream of "I'm cumming!!" the 18-year-old girl added her orgasmic juices to the bathwater. She came hard, needing at the end to hold on to Anne to keep from slipping into the water herself. Anne was smiling. 

After the bath, both women got out of the tub. After cleaning off the floor, they dried each other off, then went into Anne's bedroom to change clothes. Wanda had brought a few things over as she spent more and more time at Anne's house, and Anne had also bought some things for Wanda. Tonight, Wanda chose a short white nightgown, with no bra and a sheer thong, and covered it with a white robe. When Anne emerged from her dressing closet a few minutes later, she was wearing a black robe, and Wanda could only guess at what she was wearing underneath. However, Wanda thought, I'll see it soon enough.

As they prepared dinner together, Anne told Wanda where she had been. Anne's home had a large basement, and Anne told her lover that she had recently been making improvements in the basement. A lot of time and money had gone into Anne's project, and Anne was just finishing it when Wanda had arrived. Anne hadn't heard Wanda enter, but when she came upstairs, she recognized Wanda's moans, and followed that sound to the bedroom.

"So, what is down there?" Wanda asked with all the impatience of youth.

"All in good time," Anne replied. "It's all a part of the evening. I have planned for us."

Dinner was pork chops, applesauce, green salad, corn and white wine. As the ladies ate, they caught up with their lives for the past week. Since Anne had been at school and Wanda working, the two had not been together since Monday. Anne spoke of the feeling of optimism she had for her classes and the students. Wanda talked about the long days as a cashier and her hopes for an imminent promotion.

The two women giggled when Anne mentioned that she had Wanda's younger brother, Roger, in her 11th-grade English class. Anne was still Wanda's secret, at least where her family was concerned.

After dinner, the women loaded the dishes into the dishwasher, set it to run, and retired to the bedroom. Wanda stripped off her robe, hopped onto the bed, and lay on her side, wagging one finger at Anne in a "come-hither" pose. Anne, however, simply walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

"I need to talk to you, and it's important," Anne said to the teen.

"So, why can't we talk with our arms around each other?" asked Wanda.

"Because," Anne replied, "When we're entwined like that, we never really get to finish our conversation."

"I know," giggled Wanda. "But it's more fun that way."

"Wan-DA!" Anne cried in exasperation. "You need to listen to me. This is important."

The teen sat up in the bed, and looked at her lover. She started to say something, but fell silent when she saw the seriousness in Anne's eyes.

"Wanda, I love you very much," Anne began. "These past five weeks have been like a dream for me. You're everything I've ever hoped for in a lover. But I want more, and now is the time to ask you if you're ready for the next step in our relationship."

"I ... I ... I," stammered Wanda. "I love you, Anne. I never thought my feelings could run this deep. Ask me anything, and I'll do my best to fulfill your desires and needs."

"I want you to move in with me," Anne replied. "I will offer you free room and board, clothes, food, and all my love. But I'll need something from you in return."

This was too good to be true. Wanda was paying rent to her Mom, and now Anne was offering her a free living space.

"What do you want from me?" Wanda said.

"I want you," said Anne, "To be my slave, my servant, my sexual partner and sexual submissive. I will be your Mistress, and guide you to things you have never dreamed of, and things you've never even known you wanted."

"You mean, like in those BDSM books you showed me?" Wanda said. "Those 'Sleeping Beauty' books by Anne Rice,writing as ..." Wanda searched her mind a minute, then remembered, "A. N. Roquelaure?"

"Yes, my dear. Just like those books. And I have things I want to show you, areas that will be just for our pleasure. Please, come with me and see."

Anne took Wanda by the hand and the two women walked down the stairs towards the basement. At the top of the stairs, Anne covered Wanda's eyes with her hand, then opened the basement door. The women stepped inside. Wanda heard Anne turn on the light switch, then Anne led Wanda down the stairs. Anne removed her hand and Wanda took in the most incredible room she had ever seen. Close to the wall where the door was Wanda saw a classroom setting. A desk that looked similar to the one Anne had at school was set away from the wall, and a student chair was facing the desk. Attached to the armrests and front legs of the chair were clamps, lined with velvet.

Looking clockwise from there, she saw against the second wall a large X-shaped wooden cross, also with clamps at each ending of the X. The third wall featured a bed, a table and a pommel horse like in the Olympics. Jutting from the end of the third wall and along the fourth wall to the door was a cell, six feet wide, almost 15 feet long, with straw on the floor and bars all the way to the ceiling. Hanging from the ceiling were several chains. Posted on the walls were whips, leather floggers (Wanda learned these terms later), straps, feather dusters and a shelf full of candles. On the table were many vibrators, handcuffs, mini floggers, small clamps, clothespins, scissors, a couple of knifes and many other things Wanda couldn't remember later.

"This will be our playroom," Anne announced. "Here we will have scenes of torture, and lots of delight. You will learn that pain and pleasure are but two sides of the same coin. That will be your bed, unless I allow you into my own bed or the one upstairs in the guest room. If you accept my offer, you will learn all about everything in this room, and grow to love them all.

"Do you have any questions?"

"Um, yes," Wanda said timidly. "Why do you want this? I thought we were happy."

Anne pulled Wanda close to her, and kissed her. Wanda responded automatically, though the question burned in her eyes.

Still locked in the embrace, Anne answered. "I want this because I want to please you. I want our lives to be connected tighter than any other lives in the world. Do not worry, my love, I will never go too far, I will never scar you, I will never send you off with visible bruises. This will be a play area."

"Can we ... can we ... try something out, Anne?" Wanda asked timidly.

"Anything you desire, dear," Anne said. "Tonight we are still lovers and friends. We will not be Mistress-slave unless you agree."

Wanda walked around the room. She was overwhelmed, and could not make any choices. "You decide, Anne," she said finally.

"Get on the bed, love," Anne told her lover. Wanda eagerly replied. Anne walked over, picked up two pair of handcuffs, and locked Wanda's wrists against the headboard slats. Anne then removed her robe.

Wanda's eyes bulged as she saw what Anne had on. Anne had chosen a black leather bustier, one that pushed up her natural 34c breasts. Anne's pierced nipples jutted out the top, and were encased by two small clamps over her piercings. The black leather thong Anne wore, Wanda saw, had almost no crotch, and little alligator clips stretched Anne's pussy wide open. Wanda drooled looking at her lover, and saw that Anne's pussy was very wet.

Anne strode to the bed, lifted one leg over Wanda and lowered her open pussy to just over Wanda's waiting mouth. With her hands locked tight, Wanda could not pull her lover lower. Instead, she tried to raise her head to get to the wet pussy hovering above her. Her tongue tip could only brush the pussy lightly, yet each brush caused a fresh shudder to come from Anne's body.

Again and again Wanda licked, straining to place more of her tongue on Anne's pussy. Finally, frustrated that she couldn't, she changed tactics. Turning her head, Wanda lay a long lick on Anne's left inner thigh, followed by a series of kisses. The kisses went up the thigh until the lips could no longer touch it. Then the tongue came out again, and traced a line higher until it brushed Anne's open pussy lips again. Then the tongue moved down Anne's right inner thigh, culminating in kisses on the leg when her lips could reach the flesh.

Back and forth Wanda's tongue traveled over Anne. Wetter and wetter Anne got, Wanda saw with satisfaction. Finally, on one jab with her tongue onto Anne's pussy, the older woman lowered herself suddenly. Wanda's tongue buried inside Anne's pussy, and her teeth scraped the exposed outer pussy walls.

Wanda's tongue swept back and forth inside her lover. Deep thrusts, short jabs, long licks, short licks, Wanda did everything she could think of. She was soon rewarded, as Anne moaned and came, flooding Wanda's face with her delightful womanly cum. Wanda lapped at the juices, drinking in Anne's special fluids happily.




Wanda's Story, Enhanced Ch. 02



After Anne's orgasm, she lifted off Wanda's face, turned, and leaned over the teen. Wanda's mouth was filled with breast, and she suckled happily around the metal clamp. Suddenly, she felt a cold metal object on her upper thigh. She heard a "snip" and felt in horror as her panties slide open when the scissors Anne was wielding cut them away. More "snips" followed, and soon Wanda's nightgown was in tatters around her, and Wanda was nude in the middle of the fabric.

The teen had felt herself getting wetter and wetter throughout the session, but she was still unprepared for what came next. Anne rose up and removed a clamp from her own left nipple. She reached down, pinched Wanda's left nipple to hardness, then attached the clamp.

A sharp pain centered on Wanda's breast. But surprisingly, a greater flow started from Wanda's pussy. Wanda was excited, and despite the pain, she wanted more. Anne repeated the process on the right nipple, and smiled as Wanda moaned, from lust and pain together.

"Please, please," Wanda cried out. "More!! More!!"

Anne walked over to the table, and came back with their favorite vibrator. She took the vib and flicked it on "high", then shoved it rapidly into Wanda's wet pussy.

This was too much stimulation for the teen. She came, the torrent that had been building inside her releasing in wave after wave of total pleasure. Wanda screamed in joy, and came again quickly. Anne started moving the vib in and out of the girl, and Wanda came a third time, then a fourth. Anne reached up and released the clamps. A feeling of relief swept over Wanda, and caused her to have a fifth orgasm.

As Anne worked on Wanda's pussy, she smiled. This night had gone better than she had hoped. Wanda soon collapsed in total exhaustion, and Anne pulled the vibrator out and retreated from the room, letting her lover sleep.

Wanda awoke at 4 am to the feeling of sex. Anne had returned, this time wearing a two-inch thick, 12-inch long strap-on. She was fucking Wanda like no man had ever done, the plastic cock never losing hardness inside her, the pierced breasts of her now-naked lover scraping against the nipples on Wanda's. A small vib was in Anne's hand, and she moved it over Wanda's clit as she fucked her. Wanda, lost in her lust, tried to reach up to pull Anne down for a kiss, but found she was still handcuffed. Instead, Wanda lay back and let her lover take her. Soon the teen was overtaken by another series of orgasms, the last two matched by Anne, who had moved the mini vib into her own pussy for her own pleasure.

Afterward, Anne released Wanda and took her in her arms. The teen held Anne tight, not wanting to give up a second of the feeling of love flowing over her. They kissed, nuzzled, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

At 8 am, Anne and Wanda woke for the day. Wanda had to go home and get ready for work. Anne reminded her about the offer to live together, and Wanda drove home, confused once again as her mind and emotions waged war in her head.

As Wanda left, Anne was smiling. She had been through this process before, and was confident she had won the girl over. For Anne, this was a game. She found young women, seduced them, made them slaves, then turned them out into the world beholden to her.

Anne's mind flowed back in time as her hands started roaming over her body. This was Sunday, so Anne had all day alone. Her fingers found her nipples and clit, and started rubbing. The teacher hadn't played with herself since Wanda had come into her life, but she wanted to now.

As a way to keep her orgasm from coming on quickly, Anne thought about her past slave girls. There was Rhonda, back in college. She loved sucking Anne's breasts. Anne pulled her nipples in remembrance, moaning as she did. That woman was Anne's first slave. There was Sammy, the last before (she hoped) Wanda. Sammy had huge breasts, Anne remembered, and lord did that girl love her Mistress' pussy.

Anne's hand moved to the side of the bed, finding her favorite vibrator. She turned it on "high"and shoved it into her pussy. Anne almost screamed in pleasure. In her mind, it was Rhonda pulling on her breasts and Sammy slamming the vib home again and again. When she could hold off no longer, Anne came, soaking the already-dirty sheets of the bed.

When she reached the end of her orgasm, she calmed herself, then went upstairs to her phone. She dialed a number from memory, then spoke. "Sammy, darling? Are you working today? Not until 8 pm? Good. Your Mistress needs you. Get here soon." Then Anne sat and waited. She would get fucked this afternoon, after all.

Wanda entered her house and hopped in the shower. As the spray cleansed her body, it also seemed to cleanse her mind. Wanda let her hand stray down between her legs, touching her pussy lightly. A fresh shock of excitement erupted in her as she touched herself. This was a new experience, Wanda thought. Just a mere touch is turning me on, and ... and ... and Wanda came, the fastest orgasm she had ever had masturbating.

After the orgasm, Wanda finished cleaning herself, dried and dressed quickly, then noticed she just had time for a phone call before going to work.

The woman on the other end picked up the phone on the first ring. Wanda only needed one line to express herself. "I'll be there a little after 8 pm tonight ...

"Mistress."

Anne smiled. Sammy would be gone by then.



Wanda's Story, Enhanced Ch. 03



It had been a long week for Wanda Catron. She had decided to move in with her former teacher, Anne Franklin, and be her slave. The moving process started Monday, a day off from work. By Friday, combining work and moving, she was all moved in.

Wanda had been given a small room down the hall from Anne. The 18-year-old was surprised. After the past month of sex with Anne, she thought Anne would let her sleep in the big king-sized bed with her. But Anne had left Wanda a note, which Wanda found while Anne was off teaching at Independence High.

"Wanda," the note began, "You will be given the room down the hall from me. Move only your clothes and your bed. Do not bring a radio, television, or any CDs. All these will be allowed only by permission from Me, your new Mistress.

"I will be busy this week with preparations for Back to School night and Parent-Teacher conferences. I will expect you to be moved in by Friday, and for you to be available for me all weekend. Remember it is Columbus Day Weekend, so we will have three days together. Get the time off from work now.

"Do not worry about working too much in the future. I will supply all your needs.

"Your Mistress,

"Mistress Anne."

Wanda had followed the instructions in the letter. She got the weekend off from work, and looked forward to a wonderful reunion with her new roommate/lover.

On Friday, she arrived home just before 3 pm. She went to her closet, planning to put something very sheer on, to please Anne. She threw open the closet door in her room and screamed! Most of her clothes were gone!!

Wanda raced through the house, thinking a burglar had been there. But nothing else was missing except her clothes. She took a quick inventory. Besides the work-style clothes on her body, she had only one other bra, and that was was cut at the points of each cup; no panties; one pair of jeans, now cut very short; and one shirt with the sleeves cut off.

She wandered into the living room in a daze. What had happened to her clothes? She sank onto the couch and started to cry. She had loved her clothes, and now they were all gone. Tears welled in her eyes and fell onto her cheeks. She was about to cry out in anguish when she heard a familiar voice from the hallway.

"Wanda, stop crying and come here." Anne had appeared from the basement play area.

Wanda tried to compose herself, but her grief was too unbearable.

"My clothes are all gone, Anne!" she wailed. "Someone stole them, and cut up the only set of clothes left in my closet."

"Come here, Wanda," Anne repeated.

Wanda slowly got up and walked over to Anne. She yelped in real pain as Anne grabbed her tightly by the shoulder and forced her onto her knees.

"Listen to me, little girl," Anne began, speaking with a savagery Wanda had not heard before. "I am your Mistress now. When I call you, no matter what you are doing, you immediately come to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Anne," Wanda said through her pain. "I understand."

"Call me Mistress from now on, unless I give you permission to use my name."

"Yes, Anne," Wanda said. The next instant, Anne had slapped her hard across the face. Though shocked by the pain, Wanda still was able to respond, "Yes, Mistress."

Anne released her hold on Wanda's shoulder. "I removed your clothes from your closet," she said. "From now on, you will wear what I choose for you to wear. I will lay out your clothes for you each morning. Now, go into your room and change into the clothes in the closet."

"Yes, Mistress," Wanda replied. She scampered down the hall, dashed into her bedroom and changed.

As she was changing, Wanda wondered what she had gotten into. During their time together, Anne had been a tender lover, a gentle partner, and a great friend. Tonight was the first time Anne had struck her, and Wanda wondered if being a slave meant you were always being hit.

Wanda timidly exited the bedroom. The pants, with no panties underneath, were very short. They barely covered her pussy and reminded Wanda more of a pair of thongs than the pair of jeans they had been yesterday. She could feel her nipples, protruding from her bra, rubbing the silk of the shirt, which had been cut to fall just above the bottom of her breasts. Most of her skin was bare.

Anne looked at her new slave in appreciation. The teacher knew Wanda had never been involved in BDSM before, and Anne had a lot to teach her. Still, teaching a young woman like Wanda, a woman Anne had grown to love this past month, would be a great pleasure, she thought.

Wanda stood in the middle of the room, unsure what to do.

"Very good, my pet," Anne said. "Now, whenever you come into a room I am in, you must kneel and remain kneeling until I tell you to rise. You also must never speak to me unless I speak to you first. You will learn to communicate with your eyes when you need to say something. Now, kneel."

Wanda fell to her knees, and automatically lowered her head. She had seen this done in movies set in the middle ages, and assumed (correctly) that she should do the same. Anne walked behind Wanda, grabbed the jeans, and pulled them tight through Wanda's pussy. Wanda moaned as the fabric split her pussy lips apart, then sighed as Anne stroked the split lips, making them swell a bit around the fabric. Wanda felt her nipples start to harden because of Anne's play.

Anne walked around in front of Wanda, then sat on the couch. She raised her skirt, revealing her shaved pussy. Wanda smiled, just slightly, and started crawling to her Mistress.

"STOP!" Anne cried. "I did not give you permission to move!"

Wanda, confused, stopped moving forward. Anne smiled, then started stroking her own pussy as Wanda watched.

The teacher's slender fingers moved expertly over her own pussy. She teased her outer lips, then moved to rub her clit to hardness. She timed her movements perfectly, and returned to her pussy just as she started feeling a wetness grow. She spread her pussy lips, allowing Wanda to see the wetness Anne was producing. Then she thrust her fingers into her own pussy and, after making sure Wanda watched, pulled her fingers out and tasted her own pussy juices. An involuntary moan escaped Anne's lips, and she could see that her play was affecting Wanda as well. Wanda's face was flushing red, a sure sign she was turned on.

Anne spread her pussy apart again, and said "Lick me, slave."

Wanda crawled closer, and drove her tongue deep into her new Mistress' pussy. As the teen started to move her hands to pleasure Anne more, she heard Anne say "Tongue only!", so Wanda had to satisfy her Mistress with her tongue and nothing else.

Wanda worked hard on Anne. Her tongue licked deep into Anne's wetness, then moved to the clit. There, just the tip of Wanda's tongue dashed over Anne, driving the older woman close to orgasm. With a timing learned from the past several weeks as lovers, Wanda instinctively knew when to leave the clit and reinsert her tongue into her lover's pussy.

The timing was perfect. Just as Anne wanted her pussy full, Wanda filled it with her tongue. Anne lifted her hips in pleasure, pleased that Wanda kept her mouth glued to Anne as Anne shifted, then let her emotions go. Anne started cumming, her juices flowing over Wanda's tongue and into her mouth. Wanda sucked deeply at the cum Anne created, licking and sucking it from her Mistress.

As Anne's orgasm faded, she reached down and pulled on Wanda's nipples. The nips, hard already, responded immediately to her lover's touch, hardening more.

"Sit upright," Anne commanded. Wanda rose on her haunches, her breasts pointing at Anne. The teacher lifted the cut shirt, reached under a couch cushion, and found two nipple clamps. She grabbed each nipple in turn and clamped them tight.

Wanda sucked in her breath at the pain of the clamps, but said nothing. Anne then added a chain to the ends of the clamps, and pulled Wanda's shirt down again. The chain could be seen dangling just under the bottom of the shirt now.

"By my bedroom door is a pair of high heels," Anne told her slave. "Put them on and come back to me."

Wanda did as she was told. The heels were almost three inches high, and Wanda wobbled as she navigated her way back into the living room. She stood before Anne, then slowly turned when Anne told her to.

Anne smiled. The heels made Wanda's legs even more shapely, and accentuated Wanda's bare butt cheeks even more. Anne felt lust growing for this girl, but the night was young, and Anne had plans. She reached into her handbag and came out with a dog collar and leash.

"Put the collar on," Anne said. "We're going somewhere, and I don't want to lose you."

A sudden fright filled Wanda. "We're going out? With me dressed like this?"

"Do not worry, my pet," Anne reassured her. "Where we are going, no one will know who you are. And if you please me, I will let you sleep in my bed tonight."

Wanda did as she was told, putting the thick leather collar around her neck. Anne gave Wanda an overcoat to wear, making Wanda feel a little less exposed. She followed Anne as the teacher pulled the leash into the garage. Wanda slid into Anne's Trans Am, and sat in silence as Anne navigated the car out of town and onto a small side road. 20 minutes later, Wanda saw the lights of a little bar, and Anne pulled into the parking lot. The neon sign said "Strip-O-Rama." Anne parked, got out, and took Wanda inside.

The bar was dimly lit, like most bars, but Wanda could see enough. They were at a strip club just outside Prove, Utah. Anne led Wanda to a booth near the front and told her to sit down. As she did, Wanda could feel all the men in the bar, and some of the ladies too, looking at her.

Anne went over to the DJ booth at the side of the stage. The DJ had just announced that "Bambi" was coming onstage and started a raucous number. Bambi strode into the spotlight, dressed like a Gym instructor, wearing shorts, a tank top, and a whistle. Wanda finally recognized the musical selection as Van Halen's "Hot For Teacher."

Bambi, constantly moving, teased the men pressed close to the stage's runway. She lifted the tight top, flashing large breasts held in check by a red velvety bra. She twirled her hips in time with the music, then suddenly stepped out of the gym shorts after quickly skinning them down her legs. Bambi was now wearing a red velvet thong.

She leaned very close to the men now, letting them almost touch her before teasingly dancing away. She reached behind her and undid her bra, holding it onto her breasts by her forearms. Slowly she lowered the cups, until her breasts were fully exposed to the crowd. While a few men had started waving bills in the air as she started dancing, the number of bills in the air grew exponentially as Bambi became topless. The dancer captured a few between her breasts, letting them fall on the stage.

Then the spotlight turned red, and Bambi glowed from a paint she had applied earlier. Her hands slipped to her thong, and she deftly removed them. All eyes were on the dancer as the spotlight returned to white. As it did, Wanda noticed Bambi was looking right at her and blew her a kiss. More and more bills filled the stage as the song ended. Bambi made quite a show of collecting her money, bending at the waist to pick bills off the stage, and showing the men her wet pussy at the same time.

The music picked up again, this time a selection by George Thorogood, "Bad To the Bone." The naked Bambi started slithering on the stage, rolling onto her back to spread her pussy wider. The men in the front row had their eyes glued to the dancer, who started rubbing herself. As the wetness started gleaming in the spotlight, Bambi rose. She slid one finger through her pussy lips, and rubbed the wetness on her right breast. She then lifted the breast to her mouth and licked at it in a very exaggerated manner, letting everyone see her. She repeated the motion with her left breast.

More men crowded to the dance floor stage, holding bills for Bambi. She spread more of her pussy's wetness onto her breasts, then went to one of the men. He put his bill in his mouth, and Bambi closed her breasts around the bill and his face. She pulled back, and removed the bill from his mouth. As the bill came free, the man's tongue darted quickly out to taste her cum-covered breast flesh.

This scene continued for the rest of the song. Then Bambi collected all the money thrown on the stage, picked up her gym outfit, and headed behind the curtain and out of sight.

Wanda was watching Bambi, enraptured. She had never been to a club like this, and Bambi was so beautiful. Wanda jumped, startled, as Anne's kisses struck the side of Wanda's neck. She had not noticed when her Mistress had returned, and moaned as she kissed her and nibbled lightly on the neck.

"What did you think?" Anne whispered in Wanda's ear.

"She was beautiful and very talented, Mistress," Wanda replied. "I don't think I could do that, though."

"You are wrong, my girl," Anne said. "You can do that, and you will do that. Tonight."

Wanda's eyes flew open in shock. She turned towards Anne, but before she could speak, the music started again and another woman started her dance routine.

"Watch the dancers closely, my pet," Anne said. "You will be on in an hour, as part of Amateur Night here."

Wanda knew better than to argue. Her cheek still stung from Anne's earlier rebuke. So she sat in silence, trying to remember the little things that the girls did as they stripped for the clientele.

Between sets, Anne told Wanda that she would only have to do the first set, the basic strip, unless she won the contest. Only then she would get a second dance. The second dance, Anne explained, would be the one she would earn the big money on.

"Besides, my pet, I have a little surprise for you if you win," Anne promised.

As the time neared for the Amateur Night contest, Anne told Wanda to go into the bathroom. Anne handed Wanda some body glitter. "Spread this on your body, and remove the chain from your breasts. Leave the clamps on, however," she ordered.

Wanda did as she was told, and got back to their booth just as the contest was starting. "Your name tonight is 'Little Heather'," Anne told her. "When they call you, you have three minutes onstage. I have picked out your music. Do me proud, my pet."

"I will do my best, Mistress," Wanda replied. She then headed to the waiting area, with the other contestants.

There were seven in all, with all body types and colors. First up was an African-American, Monique, with enormous breasts. Her act consisted of basically pulling off her clothes quickly and shaking her boobs at the guys. The men applauded fiercely for her.

After her, a redhead with little nubs for breasts, appropriately calling herself Red, took the stage. She prolonged the striptease too much, and ended up sliding the bra and panties off her body just before the music ended.

Two others came and went off the stage, with the audience watching and applauding, but not with the enthusiasm they gave Monique. As she watched, Wanda made mental notes about the flaws she saw in each routine, determined to look as professional as she could.

Finally, the DJ said, "And now, direct from the dungeon, here is Little Heather!"

Wanda stepped onto the stage, still in her overcoat. The music started, and Wanda noted that it was the Britney Spears tune, "Slave For You." Wanda started swaying, partly to dance, and partly to keep her balance with her three-inch heels.

She loosened the belt from her overcoat, tossing it aside. The coat dropped open, and Wanda twirled, letting the coat fly farther from her body. A second twirl, and she pulled her arms from the coat while she had spun. She tossed it aside, and the men whistled at her. The body glitter reflected off her bare midriff, and her breasts pushed at the close-cut shirt. She bent over, and gave the audience a full view of her thong jeans and bare ass, with a hint of her pussy showing through.

As she danced, she looked at where Anne should have been sitting. She wasn't there, and Wanda wondered where she had gone. Still, she couldn't just stop, she was under orders. Her hands undid the buttons on the short blouse, and as it dropped off her body, the men's cheers rose. The spotlight shone off the clamps, holding her nipples taut. She reached up and flicked at the clamps, feeling a slight sensation of pain, but a bigger sensation of wetness coming from her pussy. This strip tease was turning Wanda on.

She lowered her jeans, hoping there wasn't too big of a wet spot on them. Now she was bare from below the breasts down. She moved her hands between her legs, then bent over and spread herself open, showing the men what they could never have from her. The men howled, and several bills flew onto the stage.

The music was drawing to a close. Rapidly, Wanda removed her bra, showing her naked body to a man (or men, in this case) for the first time. She followed some examples seen during the night, and pushed her breasts close together. She bent her head a little and licked at the valley between her breasts. More and more money rained onto the stage, and as Wanda fell onto her back and split her legs wide apart, the song stopped.

The men howled. They screamed. They clapped, louder than they had for anyone else that night, professionals included. Wanda collected her clothes and had started to head offstage when the DJ told her to go get her money. Smiling at her own forgetfulness, she turned around and collected the bills. While there were many one dollar bills, Wanda did notice a couple of fives, a ten, and two twenties in her hand.

Backstage, Wanda counted the money quickly. She had $89 in her hand. She stuffed it into her overcoat pocket, sat down and breathed deeply. Her first public nudity was over. She relaxed, not paying attention to the last two dancers. Instead she wondered where Anne had gone to.

Finally, the DJ called them all back onstage. In their pre-competition quickie meeting, the DJ had told the girls to come onstage as close to nude as possible, but to be covered up. Most of the girls put their clothes on, but no underwear. A couple, Monique included, wore only their underwear. Wanda chose to wear the overcoat over her naked body.

Third prize, $10, went to Sally Anne, the dancer that had followed Wanda onstage. Second place, $25, went to Monique.

"And in first place, by your applause," the DJ announced, "Winning $50 and another dance onstage ..." A drum roll filled the sound system. "Little Heather!"

The girls crowded around Wanda, hugging her and giving her air kisses. Red was the exception. She gave Wanda a kiss full on the mouth, whispering "You're beautiful." Wanda felt Red's hand slip into her overcoat pocket, then out. The girls left the stage, leaving Wanda alone.

Then the DJ spoke again. "Ladies and gentlemen! Before Little Heather dances for us again, let me introduce you to the woman that brought her here. Long-time patrons of the Strip-O-Rama will remember her. Here she is, the Mistress of Mystery!"

The spotlight left Wanda and focused on the curtain entrance. The curtains parted, and a woman emerged, clad in a leather bustier, leather panties and leather boots that rode to mid-thigh. In one hand was a leather riding crop. The other hand held a small chain and a leather leash. Her face was covered by a leather domino-shaped eye-mask, and Wanda had to look twice before realizing it was her own Mistress Anne.

Music started to play. A strong rock beat, accentuated by cracks from what sounded like a whip, enticed the audience. Anne danced around Wanda, swinging the crop at the girl and barely missing.

"Unbutton the coat, then kneel," Anne said. Wanda did as she was told, the coat flowing open as Wanda fell to her knees. Anne pulled off her bustier as Wanda was undressing, showing that she was wearing a leather semi-bra, pushing up the teacher's breasts. Anne walked over, and dragged the crop between Wanda's breasts, to the cheers of the crowd.




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Wanda barely heard the audience. She was watching her Mistress perform, and getting wetter by the minute. Anne removed her bra and panties, leaving the boots on. Nearly naked now, she returned to Wanda's side and pulled the overcoat off her slave's body. She lifted one booted foot and put it right in front of Wanda's face. The girl automatically reached out her tongue and licked the boot as the audience howled.

Next, Anne took the chain and re-attached it to Wanda's nipple clamps. She used the chain to pull the breasts tight against each other. The audience howled louder, covering the moan of pain that escaped Wanda's lips. Anne attached the leash to Wanda's collar and paraded her around the stage, keeping her just out of reach of the patrons.

The music changed, but Wanda barely noticed. Anne said to her "Follow my lead and trust me." Wanda nodded.

Anne moved to the center of the stage, and Wanda followed closely. Anne leaned over and kissed the girl deeply. Then Wanda felt the crop between her legs, slightly pushing at them. Wanda moved her legs apart, and she felt the crop rubbing at her pussylips.

There was no more audience now, no more music. There was just the woman she loved, her Mistress, seducing Wanda right here on stage. Wanda had been getting turned on all night, and wanted Anne's magical touch.

Anne dropped to her knees and pushed Wanda onto her back. Her head lowered, and she licked at Wanda's pussy. Anne looked up, and the spotlight showed Anne's face gleaming with Wanda's pre-cum juices. Anne turned around and straddled Wanda's face, then lowered her pussy onto Wanda's mouth. The teen started licking at her Mistress, not caring where they were.

Anne's tongue drove into Wanda's wet pussy with a desire Wanda had never felt from her lover before. Wanda wanted, no, NEEDED, to match her Mistress lick for lick. Wanda wanted to make her Mistress cum.

They got deeper and deeper into their 69. The men poured money onto the stage, but the two women were too into each other's needs to notice. Anne switched her mouth from Wanda's pussy to her clit, capturing it in her teeth and pulling. As Wanda moaned, close to cumming, Anne thrust the handle of her riding crop into Wanda's pussy, using it as a dildo.

Wanda could handle no more. She screamed into her lover's pussy and came on the crop. Her juices flowed out of her pussy lips, past the crop handle, over her thighs and onto the stage. Wave after wave of emotional pleasure flooded Wanda's body.

Still, though, Wanda kept her mouth glued to her Mistress' pussy. Her moans of joy hummed through Anne's body, causing the older woman to cum herself. Her orgasm nearly matched Wanda's in intensity and length.

Slowly, Wanda came back to reality. She felt the smooth dance floor on her back, and saw the spotlight on her face as Anne lifted herself off Wanda and into a standing position. A quick tug of the leash, and Wanda was pulled into a kneeling position. Anne's hands dropped to Wanda's breasts, and she removed the nipple clamps. A fresh wave of pleasure engulfed Wanda, and she came again, just from the joy of feeling in her breasts again. Then the music stopped.

Anne said "Collect our money, my pet!"

Wanda scurried around the stage, collecting the bills that littered the floor. At every opportunity, remembering how Bambi and the other dancers had collected part of their own money, Wanda bent over, showing her still-dripping pussy to the men in the crowd. That brought a few more bills floating her way, which she also scooped up.

After all the money was collected, Wanda went to where Anne was standing, close to the curtains. She dropped to her knees again, and the DJ cried out, "Ladies and gentlemen! Let's hear it for the Mistress of Mystery and her slave Little Heather!!"

The crowd erupted again, cheering as loudly as before. Wanda noticed they were getting a standing ovation before Anne pulled the leash and took Wanda backstage. The crowd cheered for a couple minutes more, then quieted as the next act took the stage.

Anne took Wanda to the dressing room, then together they counted their money. Wanda's initial take was supplemented by the $50 she had won as Amateur Night winner. The couple had brought themselves $532 from their sex act, bringing the night's income to $671. Anne took $75 to the DJ, giving him a club-standard 10 percent fee, plus a tip.

Then Wanda and Anne showered together, cleaning up after their performance. Wanda was ordered to scrub Anne's body before doing her own body's cleaning, and the girl did as ordered.

Driving home, Anne told Wanda that they were now booked at the Strip-O-Rama for three nights a week, starting next Friday night. Wanda nodded but said nothing. As Anne drove them home, Wanda's mind replayed the night, getting her wet all over again.

As Wanda stripped for bed in her room, she put her hand in the overcoat's pocket. She found a note there. Pulling it out, she noticed it was from Red, the dancer at the club.

Opening it, she read ...

"I saw you earlier with the other woman, so I think I know which way you swing. If I'm right, please call me. I want you so badly, especially after watching your dance. My number is 555-3930.

"Waiting by the phone, Amber (Red)."

Wanda finished stripping, then went to Anne's room, padding naked down the hall. She paused at Anne's closed door,hearing her Mistress on the phone. Wanda cracked the door a hair to listen better.

"Yes, that's right," Anne was saying. "Everything went as planned. She stripped, and it was so exciting. You should have been there. Oh, you were? I didn't see you. Oh, that was smart. I always knew my girl was bright. No, I don't have time. She should be here in a minute. Yes, I'll tell you all about it. I always do, my girl. OK, bye. I love you, too."

Anne hung up the receiver as Wanda quietly closed the door. Then the new slave knocked, and heard Anne say, "Enter."

Wanda walked into the room, and right into another viscous slap from Anne. It was almost a punch, and it staggered the teen. She dropped to one knee, and tears fell quickly from her eyes. She looked up at her Mistress and started to speak. "What did ..."

Wanda had no time to finish her thought. A second slap, this one to her other cheek, shut her up. The tears fell faster, wetting the teen's face.

"I told you, slut, to always enter a room I'm in on your knees," Anne screamed at the girl. "I told you to be quiet unless spoken to or given permission to speak. Did you forget all that?"

"No, Mistress," Wanda said quietly.

"Then it is a lesson I need to reinforce," Anne replied. "Get on your hands and knees."

Wanda did, unsure of what was coming. The next minute, she screamed in pain!! Anne had picked up a large paddle from somewhere. the paddle was so wide it struck both of Wanda's enormous ass cheeks at the same time. Tears resumed their path down Wanda's face.

Wanda had not been spanked since her father had done it to her when she was three. That time, her dad had spanked her two times with his hand because she had broken his favorite fishing pole. After that spanking, Daddy had held his little girl and caressed her as she cried. She knew what she had done was wrong, and she had better respect for Daddy's things after that time.

This time, it was no hand. It was a weapon, viciously applied to her backside. Two. Three. Four. Five. The swats piled up, with no apparent end in sight.

Wanda mentally braced for swat six, and thus she was unprepared for what happened next. Instead of a swat, a thick dildo slammed its way into Wanda's pussy.

Wanda screamed again, but this time it was the scream of unexpected pleasure. Her body responded to the thick invader. Her pussy juices flowed, wetting the passage of the fake cock in and out of her.

The teen quickly learned that Anne was wearing a strap-on. The teacher leaned down across Wanda's back, her hips still plunging the strap-on into the slave's pussy. Anne grunted from her exertions, but still managed to say, "I love you, my pet. You will learn quickly."

The spanking was almost forgotten by now, as Anne had mentally shifted from pain to pleasure. She was moaning and groaning, humping back at her Mistress' toy. Wanda spoke, surprising herself as she did, "I accept your punishment, and your love. I love you, Mistress." 

Later that night, cuddled in Anne's arms after the session had ended, Wanda could barely sleep. She remembered the three orgasms Anne had brought from Wanda's body. She was in love with one woman, and another woman wanted her. She had to decide what to do.

Eventually, she made up her mind. Only then, knowing what she was to do, did she fall asleep next to her Mistress.



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Wanda Catron woke up that Saturday morning thinking she was still dreaming. In her dream, her pussy was being filled by a cock, again and again and again. A confirmed lesbian, Wanda had no idea why she was having that dream.

As she became more aware, she felt a weight on her body, and her legs wide apart. And to her total surprise, what felt like a cock was indeed ramming into her pussy.

She flung her eyes open in fear, then relaxed. She saw her Mistress, Anne Franklin, towering over her on the bed. She had put on her strap-on, and was waking up Wanda with a good fucking.

Her fears gone, Wanda reached up, grabbed Anne's shoulders, and enjoyed the ride. The phallus filled her again and again, and Wanda wondered how long Anne had been fucking her. She reached down, wrapping one hand around Anne's strap-on, and felt how wet the cock was. Wanda also noted with joy her high state of arousal. Her hips lifted off the bed, and started meeting Anne's frantic thrusts, as the girl drove herself against the strap-on cock as her Mistress drove the cock into her.

Wanda's excitement grew and grew. She knew she would cum soon, and started preparing her mind for it. Each orgasm with Anne was special, especially now that Wanda had given herself to Anne as her slave. She wanted to please Anne, like she had last night with the show at the strip club.

Wanda was just about to cum when suddenly Anne pulled the cock out of Wanda's pussy and lifted off the girl. Wanda, confused, reached her hands between her legs, preparing to masturbate to alleviate the enormous pressure that had built up.

To her amazement, Anne said "No! Stop!!"

Wanda froze, her fingers inches from her throbbing clit.

"You will start learning a new rule today, my pet," Anne hissed. "All your orgasms are gifts from me, and you will only cum when I allow you to. At the start of this lesson, you will not cum until I tell you to cum. No matter how worked up you get, and believe me, pet, you WILL get worked up today, you will not cum. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Wanda replied through clenched teeth. The need to cum was overwhelming, but Wanda held it in.

"Go get me breakfast, pet," Anne ordered. "Pancakes and sausage will be a good meal to start the day."

"At once, Mistress," Wanda said, and she scampered, nude, into the kitchen.

The cooking of the meal took only minutes. Wanda made two plates, put them on a tray, and carried them carefully into the bedroom. In addition to the food, Wanda had added coffee and orange juice. Anne watched her approach with a quizzical look on her face.

"Pet," she said, "Do you wish your Mistress to be fat?"

"Oh, no, Mistress," Wanda cried. "Why would you think that?"

"You brought me two full plates of food, pet. Why?"

"One is for me, Mistress."

"Did I give you permission to eat?"

Shocked, Wanda stammered, "No, Mistress."

"Follow me, pet," Anne said. She got off the bed and headed down the hall, the strap-on dangling between her legs. Wanda, still carrying the breakfast tray, followed.

At the end of the hall, Anne unlocked the door Wanda had been through once before. Anne turned on the lights and descended down the stairs, Wanda close behind. At the bottom of the stairs, they went through a second door into the basement playroom, a room filled with all sorts of devices for sexual pleasure or, as Wanda was to learn, punishment.

"Place the tray on the bed, my pet," Anne said. Wanda hurriedly obeyed her Mistress.

"Now, lean way over that pommel horse," Anne ordered. Wanda did so, and Anne went around and locked Wanda's wrists to the floor, using chains attached to a bolt in the cement floor and leather cuffs on the other end of the chain. She went around and did the same to Wanda's feet.

Wanda tested the restraints, and found she could barely move. She wondered what Anne was about to do. Anne walked to the wall and selected a long paddle. The handle was 12 inches and an inch thick. The head of the paddle was 24 inches long and three inches wide the entire surface. Little air holes were cut into the wood at various points.

"Slave," Anne said in a stern tone, "You will do what you are told, and nothing more. When I tell you to get me breakfast, you get breakfast for only me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," Wanda stammered.

"You will learn, and this paddle will be the teacher," Anne said. With that, she swung the paddle with all her might, and a resounding "SMACK" echoed off the basement walls. Wanda cried in pain as the paddle slammed into her butt, making a large red welt. Anne swung again, and the pain increased for Wanda.

Tears started flowing from her eyes, and all Wanda could say was "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," in a little whimpering voice choking with tears.

The paddle flew into Wanda's butt two more times, then Anne stopped. "What is the lesson to be learned, girl?" Anne said.

"I will follow orders exactly, Mistress," Wanda said through her sobs.

Then the teen got a different shock. Anne had plunged the strap-on into her pussy with no warning, driving it to the hilt. Wanda sucked in her breath as her pussy was initially violated, then relaxed as Anne started a steady stroking rhythm into her. Wanda moaned, more from pleasure now than pain.

Wanda grew closer to orgasm, enjoying the feel of the strap-on inside her. Then, just before Wanda went over the emotional edge, Anne pulled the dildo out, walked to the bed, and calmly ate her breakfast.

After breakfast, Anne chose a large vibrating dildo. She shoved it into Wanda and turned the vibe to "High." As it purred inside Wanda's body, driving the teen crazy with lust, Anne moved to Wanda's face, and started feeding the teen the breakfast Wanda had made for herself.

Wanda ate absent-mindedly, her mind not on the food, but the vibrator inside her. She thought about the night before, and her public nakedness, followed by her public sex with Anne. She drew ever closer to orgasm.

She would have cum, but Anne gently whispered "No orgasm, pet," at just the right moment.

To drive the thought of the orgasm from her mind, Wanda let her mind drift to the note slipped her last night by one of the dancers. Amber, who danced last night as "Red," had stated in the note she wanted Wanda. She had even given Wanda her phone number. Wanda decided that, whenever she got a free minute, she would call Amber.

But Wanda did not have a chance that Saturday. Her entire day was spent in the basement, learning her role as a slave. Whenever she made a mistake, she would get strapped to the pommel horse, spanked, then driven to the edge of orgasm by Anne.

Wanda was taught how to properly kneel. Anne's idea of kneeling was for Wanda to get on her haunches, put both her hands in her inner thighs, spread her legs open, then bow her upper body to the floor. From this position, Anne could see Wanda's open pussy lips peeking out from underneath Wanda.

Wanda learned how to properly feed her Mistress. This lesson was punctuated with many spankings. Wanda, in Anne's opinion, made so many mistakes that Anne stopped strapping Wanda to the pommel horse. She would have Wanda kneel properly, and the paddle was applied right then. Wanda finished that lesson with tears in her eyes, pain in her ass, and longing in her pussy.

After lunch, Wanda was taught how and where to walk when with Anne. Wanda's place was one step to the right and two steps behind. When she walked, Wanda was taught to use an exaggerated hip swing, to entice those that may (and would) be watching her. Wanda was told that others would desire her, but only Anne and those Anne selected could have her.

Between lessons, Anne filled Wanda's pussy, using her own fingers, or her vibrators, or her strap-on. Over and over, Anne fucked Wanda. Over and over, Anne told Wanda not to cum.

The worst sex session came close to 3 pm. Anne had Wanda lie on her back the bed, and the older woman lowered her body over the teenager. The two women proceeded to eat each other's pussy.

Wanda loved eating pussy, going back to her first attempt years ago with Betty Grant. Wanda knew that the taste of another woman's cum juices could make Wanda cum. Anne knew this too, and was using the session, not only to give Anne a well-deserved orgasm, but to continue to torture Wanda.

Anne started cumming almost as soon as Wanda started licking the teacher's pussy. Anne squealed in delight into Wanda's pussy, and gushed juices onto Wanda's tongue. The teen drank from her Mistress deeply, and felt the need to orgasm even more acutely. Wanda tried to move her pussy from Anne's mouth, but each time she moved, Anne followed. Wanda fought and fought against her own orgasm, tears flowing freely down her face. Wanda needed to cum, yet was continually denied.

By six that evening, Wanda was a tight bundle of nerves. Never before had she denied herself orgasm for so long. She needed to cum, desperately. But she could not speak to Anne about that, because she was not to speak unless spoken to first.

Finally, an idea crossed her mind. Anne was lounging in a large rocking chair, one leg draped over the arm, watching a lesbian porno movie. Wanda crawled to Anne's feet and curled up on the floor. Anne looked down on her slave approvingly.

As the movie progressed, Wanda turned her head and laid it on Anne's leg. Anne responded with soft caresses of Wanda's hair. Wanda in turn responded with a series of kisses to Anne's upper thigh. Wanda turned around to kiss Anne higher, closer to her Mistress' pussy. Anne moaned in joy as Wanda's tongue flicked past Anne's pussy lips. She looked down, to see Wanda looking up at her, and as their eyes met, Wanda's look showed she wanted to go further. Anne nodded, then returned to watching the movie.

Wanda smiled, then drove her tongue into Anne's pussy. Her licking and sucking, combined with the three-way sex scene Anne was watching, caused Anne to shudder and cum. The older woman's orgasm shook the rocking chair, but Wanda kept her mouth glued to her Mistress' pussy. As the orgasm faded, Wanda's tongue started working harder.

In and out the tongue flicked into Anne. It moved from pussy to clit, driving the older woman wild. Anne wanted another orgasm, and knew the teen between her legs would give it to her soon.

Wanda knew the signs she was looking for. Anne's breathing got ragged. Her hips lifted off the chair. The older woman moaned loudly, ready to cum. And Wanda chose that exact moment to stop what she was doing.

"What?" Anne cried. "Don't stop. I need to cum!!"

"I need to cum, too, Mistress," Wanda responded. "Please, let's cum together."

Anne smiled, then dropped onto the floor with Wanda. She intertwined her legs with the girl's, then started grinding her pussy onto Wanda's. Anne stated "Cum with me, pet."

Their orgasms were simultaneous. Wanda's was harder, because she had needed to cum all day. Anne's pussy flowed with orgasmic juices. Wanda, surprisingly, felt something strange. Her orgasm-caused pussy juices, instead of normally flowing from her body, burst forth from her body. She lifted her hips slightly, and pussy juices sprang forth like a gushing water fountain. Never before had Wanda cum like this, but it felt so good. Her juices flowed onto Anne's abdomen, causing the elder woman to laugh and cum again, pleased that her girl had cum like this.

After their orgasms subsided, Wanda turned around and started licking Anne's body clean. She loved the taste of the orgasmic juices on her Mistress, and hoped her Mistress would make her cum like that again.

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Amber heard the car pull into her driveway and removed her robe. She knew that her boyfriend, Erich, was home and also knew it was time for some heavy lovemaking. Amber's pussy started flowing just at the thought of Erich inside her.

The door opened, and Erich strode inside, smiling at the sight of Amber's nude body. A large African-American man at 6-6, 290 pounds, Erich was a defensive tackle at Utah State University. He was twice all-conference, and was a preseason All-America pick. It was said her might go high in that spring's NFL draft.

Because he played football in the fall, he spent most of his week on the football field, practicing or lifting weights until late in the evening. He also believed that sex during the week took away his focus on the upcoming game. But from the time he got home after the game on Saturday night until he went back to school Monday morning, he and Amber were all over each other sexually. They spent almost every minute in bed, or somewhere else in the house, making love to each other.

Amber walked over to Erich and dropped his gym shorts to the floor. Erich wore no underwear after games, the better to facilitate the start of their sexual games. Amber dropped to her knees and started sucking Erich's cock. It was 12 inches long, and almost two inches thick, as well-proportioned as the rest of Erich's body. Amber's mouth opened wider and wider, so by the tenth time down his shaft, Amber had sucked Erich's cock all the way down her throat.

As she sucked his cock to hardness, Amber's tongue licked at the shaft. Her hands massaged Erich's well-developed pecs and rock-hard abs.

When Erich was very hard, he lifted the small woman up. Amber, who was barely 90 pounds soaking wet, was an easy woman to lift up. She was also as lithe as a gymnast, which she had been in high school. Though not good enough to continue gymnastics in college, she continued her gymnastics exercises with these sex sessions.

Erich lowered Amber down onto his cock, and they started fucking. Erich's cock filled Amber fully, and she moaned with the first thrust. Her legs and arms wrapped around Erich's body, and she rubbed her 32A breasts on Erich's chest. The lineman stroked deeply into his girlfriend, giving her a quick orgasm, then another, and a third, longer one.

After the third, Erich carried Amber, still impaled on his cock, over to the couch. He lifted her off his cock and turned her over the edge of the couch. They must have won, Amber thought quickly, as Erich slowly shoved his cock into Amber's tight asshole. Erich only fucked Amber's ass after a Utah State victory.

Amber cried in pain and lust as the thick cock impaled her anally. She loved the feel of his cock in her ass, and she built to another orgasm. Erich's fingers found her clit and roughly rubbed at it. Amber came again, bouncing her ass deeper onto Erich's pole with her gyrations.

Erich could hold off no longer. A loud grunt signaled the end, and Erich's cock spasmed, his balls tightened, and he came. Sticky semen shot into Amber's ass, flowed deeply, filled the canal and started coming back. As Erich shot a third and fourth load into Amber, the white semen oozed around his cock and out the rear opening.

Erich pulled his cock from Amber's ass, and more cum flowed out of it as the sphincter closed up. Amber rolled over, grabbed her man tightly, and kissed him deep.

"I love you," she said.

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Wanda awoke Sunday morning in the basement bed. She was alone, but quickly remembered the joys of the night before. Anne had finally put a cooling aloe on her reddened ass, then had gently buzzed a small vibrator over Wanda's clit, causing Wanda to cum and cum and cum. Wanda had fallen asleep, exhausted.

She rose from bed and padded up the stairs. She was shocked to see it was almost noon. Why had Anne let her sleep so late?

She peeked into Anne's bedroom, but she wasn't there. As Wanda went into the kitchen, she found a note that said Anne had gone to the store, and to do some shopping. Anne's note said she would be back at 5 pm that evening.

With her Mistress gone, Wanda took her chance. She went into her room, got the coat she had worn Friday night, and called Amber's number.

Amber and Erich were in a deep 69 when the phone rang. Amber, on top, lifted her mouth off Erich's hard cock and answered the phone. "Hello?"

"Amber? Hi, it's Heather from the Strip Club. Did I bother you?"

"No, love," Amber said. "I'm just getting ... oooohhhh ... eaten out by my boyfriend. Thanks for calling, though."

"Oh, my," Wanda said. "I'll call back."

"No, love ... god, yes, baby, right THERE!! I wanted you to call me. I want to see you."

"Your boyfriend won't mind?"

"Hell, no. I'll explain later. Listen, when can we .. we .. . so close, baby, so close ... get together?"

"How about Tuesday afternoon? I'll be alone all evening, and would love to spend it with you."

"OK. Let's meet at the mall, OK? Fourish?"

"OK, that's a date. See you then."

Wanda waited for a reply, but instead heard Amber moaning loudly into the phone as Erich pushed her to orgasm with his tongue. She hung up the phone when she heard Erich say "Suck me off, baby."

Wanda spent the day watching TV, reading about Mistress/slave relations on the Internet, and fixing dinner. She wanted to have a special evening ready for Anne when she got back home.

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When Anne opened the door that evening, she found Wanda, nude, kneeling in the hallway. Her head was lowered in respect, her hands were on her thighs, and her legs were slightly apart, showing Anne Wanda's pussy. Wanda wore only a dog collar around her neck, and in her hand she held the leash.

Anne smiled and took the leash lead. She led Wanda into the living room. Anne sat in her favorite chair, and Wanda, still on her knees, started removing Anne's shoes and stockings. As each foot was bared, Wanda attacked it with her tongue, licking and cleaning her Mistress' foot off. Anne barely suppressed a moan. Her feet were very sensitive, and she loved having her toes sucked. While she had not broached the subject with Wanda yet, she knew she would soon, because the girl was sucking each toe in turn, unaware of the tremendous turn-on this was for Anne.

After the foot cleaning, Wanda removed Anne's shirt, licking her upper body clean. She then removed her bra, allowing her tongue to roam over her Mistress' well-proportioned breasts. Anne could stifle her moans no longer, and she started a low moan that came from deep within her body. Wanda just smiled, and continued the tongue bath of her Mistress.

Finally, Wanda's hands pulled at the jeans Anne wore. As she slid them down Anne's legs, Wanda's tongue trailed the denim by only a fraction of an inch, her tongue moving down Anne's right leg, then her left. After the jeans were off, Wanda started at the ankle and licked higher and higher, causing Anne to shiver with delight.

Wanda's tongue passed Anne's knees and went higher. it moved leg to leg, but always seemed to go back to the exact spot she had left when it went back to each leg. Anne felt her orgasm approaching, and tried in vain to stop it. Her attempts resulted in a faint squeak from the older woman, followed by an intense orgasm.

As her Mistress calmed from her orgasm, Wanda's hands slid into Anne's panties and, with a slight lift of the woman's butt, slid the panties off. Wanda took the cum-soaked lingerie into her mouth and sucked the cum juices out of them, as Anne watched in glee. Then Wanda turned to Anne's pussy, licking slowly all around it, cleaning it off.

Anne felt another orgasm coming on. Wanda's tongue seemed to be everywhere between Anne's legs ... on her pussy lips, on her clit, on her perineum, teasing her asshole. The tongue never stayed in one place for long, moving everywhere rapidly. Anne wanted that tongue between her pussy lips, but Wanda never parted the outer labia's folds.

Anne held on as long as she could, but when Wanda's tongue darted to the clit for the fifth or sixth time, Anne gave up and came again. As she shuddered in orgasmic pleasure, she felt Wanda's mouth plant on her pussy, sucking the juices out of her Mistress as Anne Franklin came and came.




Wanda's Story, Enhanced Ch. 04



When the orgasm was over, Wanda crawled over to a box near the corner. She brought out Anne's sheerest negligee, and wrapped her Mistress in it. She then took Anne's hand, and led her to the dining room.

As Anne sat at the table, Wanda brought out the meal. Barbequed beef ribs, smothered in sauce, dripped on Anne's plate, accompanied by corn on the cob, potato salad and a sparkling red wine. Anne smiled heartily, said "Thank you, my pet," and started to eat. Wanda sat on the floor, leaning her head on her Mistress' thigh.

"Come, eat with me," Anne said. Wanda smiled, crawled into the kitchen, and came out a minute later with her own plate.

Anne gave permission for Wanda to speak freely, and the two women talked together through dinner and dessert, a hot peach cobbler with vanilla ice cream. they talked about Anne's day, and about Wanda's readings. Nothing was said about the phone call to Amber.

After dinner, Anne rose lazily. Wanda jumped from her chair and knelt at Anne's right side, her leash in her hand. Anne took the leash and led her slave down into the playroom.

As they entered the playroom, Anne got her next surprise. Wanda had covered the bed in rose petals, and sprayed the room with a flowery fragrance. Anne smiled at her slave, then noticed she was butting her head on Anne's leg.

"Speak, my pet," Anne said.

"Mistress," Wanda began, "I have something I need to say to you."

"Yes, pet?"

"I've never said this before, Mistress, but ... but ..." Wanda went quiet for a few seconds as Anne waited. "I love you, Anne, and I want to be your slave for as long as you'll have me."

Anne fought back tears as Wanda said this. Her dream had come true. She had a real-life slave, not a submissive, or a make-believe slave on the Internet or at the strip club.

Anne lifted Wanda onto the bed. She spread the teen's legs wide and crawled between them. Just before her tongue drove into Wanda for the first time that night, Anne said "I love you, too, Wanda Catron."

They stayed in that bed until late Monday night, making love with each other with a passion neither had thought possible.

For Wanda, the highlight of that remaining time came when Anne directed the teen to pick out a strap-on, don it, and fuck Anne. Wanda chose the shortest strap-on possible, a seven-inch cock that was very wide, measuring three inches in diameter. Wanda licked Anne first, making sure her Mistress was still wet. Then Wanda slid up Anne's body. Wanda felt the teacher's legs wrap around her waist, then Wanda shoved, filling Anne full on the first stroke.

Anne screamed in delight. The shaft, though not long, filled Anne so full it scraped her G-Spot. Anne came almost instantly, digging her nails into Wanda's back. The teen grunted in delight, but kept up her motions. Anne came again a minute later, then a third time. Then Anne grabbed Wanda and the two flipped over. Anne took the lead, humping up and down on the thick shaft as Wanda watched in delight.

Anne reached over the bed and grabbed the bullet vibrator. She flipped it on and applied it to Wanda's clit. The teen, completely aroused, started begging for her release. "Please, Mistress, let me cum!!" she cried, over and over.

"Yes, my pet, cum for Mistress,' Anne ordered. Wanda shrieked in delight and came, flooding the bed with her juices.

The weekend went along in a similar fashion. Wanda and Anne, having spoken their words of love, showed each other that they meant. Nothing, Anne thought, could come between them now.

But even as Wanda rode through her last orgasm that Monday night, her mind was on her meeting the next day with Amber. It would be a meeting that would change Wanda forever.