Missy becomes a Mistress
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Missy couldn’t believe she was masturbating in confessional but fuck if it wasn’t about to make her spray her juices all over the padded vinyl seat. She had walked in wanting absolution but she knew as she rubbed her swollen little clit that life was forever changed. Inside her mind she could still see Paula’s lips quivering as the whip slapped across her body and see her tiny breasts heaving as she tried to regain her breath. Paula’s party had been the single most erotic moment of her entire life! Missy’s breathing got heavier as she thought about the huge rubber cock going in and out of Paula’s little mouth. The way she had given herself to those women! Missy felt her pussy begging to be released. She wished she was at home with her little slave boy Jeffery instead of here masturbating in a church!
‘What is happening to me?’ Missy thought.
She couldn’t stop the replay in her head. Paula bound and the sweat dripping from her smooth skin, the way she moaned as the whip came down, again and again. Missy sank two fingers deeper into her panty soaked mound.
She wanted so badly to lay Paula on the bed, slowly pulling her dripping panties from her smooth white skin. She could almost see her pale damp skin and smell Paula’s body, oh the lovely smell of Paula so creamy, so wet and ready to be fucked by anyone. What a glorious little slave Paula would make. Missy could smell her as if she were right in front of her. She closed her eyes and put out her hands, wanting so badly to touch her skin, to caress the red welts that covered the little Fetishdoll’s body. She would kiss them. She would caress every inch of Paula’s bruised and battered poor little body, if only Paula were here.
Most of all she could see herself dressed like Desire, that beautiful black woman who had captured everyone’s attention in the room. She could see herself standing over Paula and she wondered what it felt like to have one of those things tied to her crotch, those strap on penises. What would it feel like to part open Paula’s little slut pussy with that thick rubber cock? What would it feel like to make Jeffery suck the juices off it after? Missy’s pussy was hungry like a lioness on the prowl. She wanted a big chunk of meat! Missy plunged her soaking wet fingers down into her swollen pussy, the sticky sloshing noises getting louder as she put her long beautiful legs up on the sides of the little wooden booth. Her hands trembled and she knew she was breathing heavy, very heavy. The way Paula would breathe if she, if Missy, could only possess her and hold a whip in her hand while she strapped the leather tighter around her waist, her big hard rubber dick ready for a thick pounding in Paula’s tight little ass…
“In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy…”
Missy froze. Her entire fist buried down in her sopping wet cunt. Her legs high in the air and her panties pulled to the side. She was so close. The priest couldn’t see her and she couldn’t see him but the booth smelled like pussy. Could he smell it? Would he even know what the smell was?
When Missy didn’t say anything the priest said, “Is this your first confession?”
Missy didn’t reply but slowly moved her hand in and out of her red dripping pussy. She was cumming. She let it flow over her body and cursed the fact that she didn’t have a few more minutes so she could have sprayed and came like she wanted.
“What is that sound? What are you doing over there?”
Missy pulled down her skirt but left her panties pulled to the side and burst from the little confessional. She never looked back. There was never a reason for absolution again, not now, not as long as she had slaves who would worship her and let her do with them whatever she liked. Who needs forgiveness when you have a whip and a dildo?
Three days went past and no Paula. Missy waited by Tina’s locker for Paula to show. She had never waited for Paula before and now she couldn’t believe she was doing this, but when Tina came walking up with two cheerleaders in tow, Missy almost ran away.
Almost but that’s not what a Mistress does.
‘Ummm…Hi Tina.’
Tina looked over at Missy with a keening expression that spoke of her complete lack of recognition of Missy or Missy’s new found life. A smile finally flowed across her perfect features and she said, ‘Oh, hi. Whassup?’
‘I…I was…’ Missy cursed her insecurity around the popular girls.
‘Listen Tina, we gotta split. If you wanna come by later this afternoon, just send a message. K?’ One of the faceless cheerleader clones said. Not a unique brain cell in the entire crowd. Missy wondered what they would look like bound in nothing but bra and panties and waiting for her to whip them?
‘Sure. Talk to ya later.’ Tina replied.
Tina turned back around to Missy and said, ‘Hey, if you are gonna talk to me, you are gonna have to follow me. I’m gonna be late for class.’ Then Tina started walking, forcing Missy to follow her. Missy felt the rage flow up from her gut and knew that this cheerleader was doing this to her on purpose. Forcing her to follow along and look like an ass, but she followed anyway. ‘So whasup?’ Tina asked again.
‘I was wondering if you have seen Paula?’
‘Nope, haven’t seen her. Not sure if I’m gonna.’
Missy could tell she was lying but she didn’t want to push her and was eager to get away before more popular people showed up to make her life miserable. Missy walked away without saying thank you or anything and Tina turned around and watched the girl walk away. Tina knew about Missy but she didn’t like her and she didn’t trust her and Paula had enough problems without taking on anyone else’s. Better to let her just walk away.
Missy couldn’t wait for Jeffrey to get to her house. She knew he would be over in less time than it took her to hang up the phone. She watched him walk into the house the way a fat woman watches the waiter bring food to a buffet. He was barely able to close the sliding glass door before she had him by the hand and forced him upstairs. He tried to protest when she brought him in the room but she put a finger to his mouth and looked at him in a way that Jeffrey had never seen before.
‘Shhhhhhh’ she said and Jeffrey’s jaw dropped as Missy pulled his shirt over his head. He felt his balls shrink up close to his body and he thought he was going to pass out. He thought, ‘God, I know I’m a stud, but I never knew I was this hot.’
‘Wh..what are you doing?’ He asked.
‘You know? This would be so much better if you wouldn’t talk.’ Missy said and then started to roughly unbuckle his belt, the same belt he had been wearing since middle school. She almost ripped the button off his jeans trying to get it off and finally Jeffrey pulled his pants back up and said, ‘I think…I think I better go.’
‘You aren’t going anywhere until I tell you that you are going somewhere!’ Missy commanded. Jeffrey let her pull his pants down.
Missy jerked his fruit of the looms off and his little pecker bounced to attention. He thought she might start to suck him and he wondered what it would feel like. He guessed it might feel something like his friend Derrick, but Derrick was never willing to do anything but kiss it and he always wanted Derrick to put his mouth all the way around it.
‘I’ve put out a pair of panties and an old bra of mine from like 4th grade or something, and some socks and shoes. Get dressed.’ Missy ordered.
‘Fuck that!’ Jeffrey said and made an attempt to get his clothes. He never made it because Missy grabbed his hand, jerked it up in the air and closed the distance between their faces.
‘I’ll be back in a minute and you better have the clothes and shoes on or I’ll take your clothes and throw them in the street and you’ll have to go outside naked or in my panties to get them back. Now hurry up, it only gets worse if I come back and you aren’t dressed.’
Missy picked up his clothes and walked out of the room and went downstairs and threw the clothes in the basement. She really didn’t care if her parents came home early or not, Jeffrey could always hide in the closet, wouldn’t be the first time. But she felt her body shaking in anticipation of what might happen. Of course it wouldn’t be as wonderful as it would’ve been with someone like Paula, but still she had to practice. She was a Mistress now and she had to give commands, control and be strong. That was what these little shits needed and what she needed was to do what she wanted with them until it made her cum.
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