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Kimberly
Kimberly was easily the smartest girl in our school, which made her a tempting challenge to see if I could make a nerd into a cunt muncher. Adding to the deliciousness of my next prey, she was a very shy girl, whose dad was the minister of a church. I didn't know her well; my best friend Katherine knew her better, since they attended the same church.
I thought she'd be attractive if she would trade in those lame fifties style glasses she wore for some contacts, pulled her hair out of that perpetual bun, and lost the frumpy clothes. She was too shy even to try, though. She mostly kept to herself, content just to continue acing tests. In many ways she reminded me of the Mandy Moore character in that movie 'A Walk to Remember'. I decided to bring her out of her shell and out of her clothes... kind of a charity task... while rewarding myself by adding to my small but growing stable of pets.
As soon as I'd decided on my target, I got that familiar feeling again, just from thinking about dominating this shy wallflower. Pretending I needed some help with French even though it was my best class, I convinced her to tutor me at her house. After half an hour or so of conjugating French verbs, I initiated my real work. Out of the blue I asked, "Have you ever had sex, Kimberly?"
Demurely, and so adorably, she answered, "No. Why would you ask that?"
"Have you ever thought about it? I mean, I think you're really pretty. I don't know why you hide behind those unflattering clothes and that librarian look," I continued, knowing that flattery gets you everywhere, especially when it's directed at someone who isn't used to receiving any.
"Really?" she asked, surprised by the shift in conversation and by the compliment.
"Of course, really; if you'd like, I could help you with a complete makeover. Get you a new hairdo, lose the glasses and get contacts or some sexier frames, even help you select some make-up and a whole new wardrobe," I continued. "Clothing make the woman," I finished, which was partly true... a push-up bra does wonders to enhance a woman's selling points.
"I don't know," she said tentatively.
"Trust me," I said, "I can change your whole image in a couple of days."
"My dad wouldn't approve," she said, her shy reserved side coming out.
"Then I suggest we don't tell him until we can surprise him with his beautiful new daughter," I shrugged. "So I assume you haven't been with a boy, either."
"Not at all," she answered, uncomfortable talking about this.
"Have you ever thought about it?" I continued, controlling the conversation.
"Yeah, sometimes, but I really try to concern myself with my studies," she answered. "My father says I can meet a good Christian boy when I go to Bible college."
"Is that what you want?" I asked, trying to pull her in as a friend, "A good Christian boy?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "I never really thought about it."
"You should start thinking about it; you're eighteen, you're an adult, you can make your own decisions," I said, trying to raise her self-confidence.
"I guess," she said, not at all convinced.
"Have you ever been with a girl?" I asked, setting her up for what I was planning.
"What? No, I'm not a lesbian. Not that I find anything wrong with that, I'm not prejudiced. It's just that if I haven't done anything with a boy, I certainly haven't with a girl."
"Would you, though?" I beguiled as I slowly, and on the sly, parted my thighs.
"I don't know," she said, a little frazzled by the turn of the conversation; it was already way out of her comfort zone. "Like I said, I haven't had sex or even any romance with anyone, and really haven't given it much thought."
"Do you find me attractive?" I asked.
"You're very pretty," she answered, as she fidgeted.
"Can I tell you a secret?" I asked.
"Sure," she nodded, easily drawn into my web.
"Being with another girl is the most intimate and sexy thing I've ever done," I shared, opening my legs a bit more, my cheerleading skirt barely hiding my cunt.
"You've been with a girl?" she gasped, startled by my confession.
"A couple of them. And today I hope to make it three," I said bluntly, now putting my intentions right out there.
She stammered, her cheeks going red, "B-B-Bree, this kind of conversation is making me a little uncomfortable."
I stood up and tugged down my skirt to reveal my shaved cunt, of course not wearing any underwear for the seduction, "Well, then, let's get more comfortable."
"Bree!" she gasped, staring at me, unable to take her eyes off my shaved cunt.
"I've had my eye on you for a while Kimberly, and I think you think about sex and girls more than you're telling me," I asserted, more encouragingly than accusingly, sitting back down bare-assed and opening my legs to showcase my pussy perfection.
She looked at me nervously, unable to speak, her eyes drifting up and down, pussy to eyes and back.
"I think you're quite curious about what it would be like to taste a girl," I continued, noticing her constant glances between my legs.
"Come to think of it, I think you're more than curious," I assessed confidently. I stood, up moved to her, undid the bun in her hair and shook it loose. "First, let's get you out of this grandma bun."
Since she was still speechless and frozen in place, I went for the jugular, and leaned down and kissed her. I hadn't kissed a girl before with intent. Oh sure, I'd made out with girls to tease the boys, but never as a step towards intimacy. I hadn't kissed Rena or Laurie at all yet, but as I was quickly learning, each seduction requires a different route to the final destination.
My tongue explored her mouth, doing all the work at first until she realized she liked it, found her nerve and responded. Our tongues twirled together, with each of us sucking hungrily on the other's.
Breaking the kiss, I concluded at that moment that the Mistress should always break the kiss: one of the details of making all the decisions. I looked into her eyes as she stared at me with a mixture of confusion and lust (a look I'd see again on a plethora of women I would later seduce... that adorable moment when I know they're mine, yet they're still processing the sudden turn of events and their unprocessed feelings).
I pushed her back gently on the bed and said, "I think you're ready to try." I mounted her body and knew that unlike the rough, dominant way I'd taken Laurie, this seduction needed a tender woman's touch (although I planned to make her a submissive slut just like the others by the time her transformation was complete).
I slowly brought my soaked box to her mouth. Drawing her in had made me very wet. I gently pulled against the back of her head and brought her into me. "Eat," was all I said.
And she did.
She started slowly at first. It was, after all, her first time doing anything to anybody. But as she progressed, her licks became more focused. Her tongue stroked up and down my pussy. She used her tongue like a small cock and slid it gently in and out of my hole, something neither of my first two pets had done. She sucked my clit like a vacuum. Like the overachiever she was in her academics and I presume in her religious studies, she was becoming the best pussy pleaser she could possibly be.
My moans increased as her eagerness had me ready to burst, and when she slid two fingers inside me as she took my clit between her lips and twirled her tongue around it, I lost control. My orgasm crashed over me in waves. When I stopped spasming, finally sated, I moved off her face. Her glasses, still on her nose, were smeared with my cum.
To my surprise, she spoke first. "Well, I guess I've had sex now."
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked, although the answer was obvious.
Her face was still a little red, but she answered forthrightly enough, "Truly? A lot more than I thought I would."
"You have a great, eager little tongue," I complimented.
"Thanks... I guess," she returned, the compliment a strange one, considering today started as French tutoring and culminated in a different kind of French.
"No, seriously. Your tongue was like a magic wand, and I think I'll be wanting you to do that a lot more," I said, setting her up for the actual shift from a spontaneous cunt licker to a sub servitude relationship.
"I'd like that," she said, "Your taste was well... heavenly."
"Coming from the daughter of a minister, that's a great compliment," I said with sincere gratitude. Looking around, I spotted her hairbrush. "And since you were such a good pussy pleaser, I think you deserve a reward."
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
"You should get yourself off," I revealed. "You do pleasure yourself?"
"Sometimes," she admitted, more embarrassed by that admission than by knowing she'd just eaten me out.
I got off the bed, grabbed the brush and tossed it to her. "Use this."
"Really?" she asked, looking at the brush.
"Sure," I nodded, "it's like a small cock"
"In front of you?!" she asked, again more nervous about this than about my straddling her face earlier.
"After what you just did, you need to ask that?" I questioned, pointing out the obvious.
"I guess," she said, still nervous, but she climbed off the bed and began fumbling with the waistband of her skirt. "Here, let me do that, my pet," I offered, standing up myself.
I unfastened her skirt and allowed it to drift to the floor, revealing that she was... no big surprise... wearing white cotton grannie panties. "We'll have to do something about your lingerie as well, my pet," I observed. "No, better yet, I want you to throw away all of your panties and go without any at all from now on. But we'll have to get you some sexy bras and quality thigh high stockings to go with the sexy outfits you'll begin wearing as soon as we can get you to the mall."
I leaned over and lowered her panties, allowing them to land on her skirt and reveal... again no surprise... a wild untamed jungle of pubic hair. I looked at it significantly, then up to her face. "You have a choice about that, my pet. Either you shave your pussy completely smooth by the next time I see you, or I'll take you to a salon for a bikini wax. The bikini wax does a better job and lasts longer, but it hurts like hell. Take your time and think about it, my pet. But for now..." I nodded at the hairbrush.
She took the hint and sat down on the bed. Taking the brush, she moved it to her pussy. She then proceeded to fuck herself with the handle. Closing her eyes and pursing her lips, she looked fucking hot. I considered going down on her. I was curious what she would taste like, what any girl would taste like, yet I refrained, knowing that to stay in control I couldn't give away any power or compromise my aloof aura of control. And besides, I didn't want to go anywhere near her jungle until we'd had a chance to take action.
When she came, I smiled wide as she moaned, "Oh Godddddddd." Adorably, she didn't swear at all, and as far as taking the Lord's Name in vain, who was to say that wasn't a thank you prayer?
Watching her get herself off, my pussy was ready for round two. I said, "Now you have your very own personal fuck toy."
"I guess," she said, the brush handle still lodged inside her.
"I need to go soon, but do you want one last taste before I leave?" I asked, curious what her reaction would be.
"God, yes," she answered, which again was so hot coming from a minister's daughter.
I again straddled her face and she again pleasured me to a second orgasm.
As I put my skirt back on, I said, "That was very good, my pet. I really enjoyed this hands-on version of French."
She gave me a confused look at the term 'my pet.'
I continued, "You do understand that now you're my pet."
"I have no idea; I don't even know what that means."
"It means that whenever I need my pussy licked, you'll be there to please me," I said.
"Oh," she said, surprised by the expectation.
Confident I had her hook, line and sinker, I added, "Unless you're not interested in that."
Quickly, she blurted out, "No, no, if that's what it means, then yes, I want to be your pet."
"Excellent," I nodded. "And in return for being such a good cunt licking pet, I'll help you transform your look."
"Okay," she nodded, still, I think, working on wrapping her head around the life-altering change that had just transpired.
"One final thing," I said, as I opened the door to leave.
"Yes?" she said, looking at me with anticipation.
"When we're alone like this my pet, you're to refer to me as Mistress Bree," I revealed.
"I understand, Mistress Bree; I think I'll like calling you that," she nodded, already a far more loyal, obedient pet than Laurie. Although I still planned to train that bitch to be an obedient and even willing pet, yet.
As I drove home, feeling the high of another successful conquest, I realized that every seduction would be different, and that prospect excited the hell out of me.
Kimberly was easily the smartest girl in our school, which made her a tempting challenge to see if I could make a nerd into a cunt muncher. Adding to the deliciousness of my next prey, she was a very shy girl, whose dad was the minister of a church. I didn't know her well; my best friend Katherine knew her better, since they attended the same church.
I thought she'd be attractive if she would trade in those lame fifties style glasses she wore for some contacts, pulled her hair out of that perpetual bun, and lost the frumpy clothes. She was too shy even to try, though. She mostly kept to herself, content just to continue acing tests. In many ways she reminded me of the Mandy Moore character in that movie 'A Walk to Remember'. I decided to bring her out of her shell and out of her clothes... kind of a charity task... while rewarding myself by adding to my small but growing stable of pets.
As soon as I'd decided on my target, I got that familiar feeling again, just from thinking about dominating this shy wallflower. Pretending I needed some help with French even though it was my best class, I convinced her to tutor me at her house. After half an hour or so of conjugating French verbs, I initiated my real work. Out of the blue I asked, "Have you ever had sex, Kimberly?"
Demurely, and so adorably, she answered, "No. Why would you ask that?"
"Have you ever thought about it? I mean, I think you're really pretty. I don't know why you hide behind those unflattering clothes and that librarian look," I continued, knowing that flattery gets you everywhere, especially when it's directed at someone who isn't used to receiving any.
"Really?" she asked, surprised by the shift in conversation and by the compliment.
"Of course, really; if you'd like, I could help you with a complete makeover. Get you a new hairdo, lose the glasses and get contacts or some sexier frames, even help you select some make-up and a whole new wardrobe," I continued. "Clothing make the woman," I finished, which was partly true... a push-up bra does wonders to enhance a woman's selling points.
"I don't know," she said tentatively.
"Trust me," I said, "I can change your whole image in a couple of days."
"My dad wouldn't approve," she said, her shy reserved side coming out.
"Then I suggest we don't tell him until we can surprise him with his beautiful new daughter," I shrugged. "So I assume you haven't been with a boy, either."
"Not at all," she answered, uncomfortable talking about this.
"Have you ever thought about it?" I continued, controlling the conversation.
"Yeah, sometimes, but I really try to concern myself with my studies," she answered. "My father says I can meet a good Christian boy when I go to Bible college."
"Is that what you want?" I asked, trying to pull her in as a friend, "A good Christian boy?"
"I don't know," she admitted. "I never really thought about it."
"You should start thinking about it; you're eighteen, you're an adult, you can make your own decisions," I said, trying to raise her self-confidence.
"I guess," she said, not at all convinced.
"Have you ever been with a girl?" I asked, setting her up for what I was planning.
"What? No, I'm not a lesbian. Not that I find anything wrong with that, I'm not prejudiced. It's just that if I haven't done anything with a boy, I certainly haven't with a girl."
"Would you, though?" I beguiled as I slowly, and on the sly, parted my thighs.
"I don't know," she said, a little frazzled by the turn of the conversation; it was already way out of her comfort zone. "Like I said, I haven't had sex or even any romance with anyone, and really haven't given it much thought."
"Do you find me attractive?" I asked.
"You're very pretty," she answered, as she fidgeted.
"Can I tell you a secret?" I asked.
"Sure," she nodded, easily drawn into my web.
"Being with another girl is the most intimate and sexy thing I've ever done," I shared, opening my legs a bit more, my cheerleading skirt barely hiding my cunt.
"You've been with a girl?" she gasped, startled by my confession.
"A couple of them. And today I hope to make it three," I said bluntly, now putting my intentions right out there.
She stammered, her cheeks going red, "B-B-Bree, this kind of conversation is making me a little uncomfortable."
I stood up and tugged down my skirt to reveal my shaved cunt, of course not wearing any underwear for the seduction, "Well, then, let's get more comfortable."
"Bree!" she gasped, staring at me, unable to take her eyes off my shaved cunt.
"I've had my eye on you for a while Kimberly, and I think you think about sex and girls more than you're telling me," I asserted, more encouragingly than accusingly, sitting back down bare-assed and opening my legs to showcase my pussy perfection.
She looked at me nervously, unable to speak, her eyes drifting up and down, pussy to eyes and back.
"I think you're quite curious about what it would be like to taste a girl," I continued, noticing her constant glances between my legs.
"Come to think of it, I think you're more than curious," I assessed confidently. I stood, up moved to her, undid the bun in her hair and shook it loose. "First, let's get you out of this grandma bun."
Since she was still speechless and frozen in place, I went for the jugular, and leaned down and kissed her. I hadn't kissed a girl before with intent. Oh sure, I'd made out with girls to tease the boys, but never as a step towards intimacy. I hadn't kissed Rena or Laurie at all yet, but as I was quickly learning, each seduction requires a different route to the final destination.
My tongue explored her mouth, doing all the work at first until she realized she liked it, found her nerve and responded. Our tongues twirled together, with each of us sucking hungrily on the other's.
Breaking the kiss, I concluded at that moment that the Mistress should always break the kiss: one of the details of making all the decisions. I looked into her eyes as she stared at me with a mixture of confusion and lust (a look I'd see again on a plethora of women I would later seduce... that adorable moment when I know they're mine, yet they're still processing the sudden turn of events and their unprocessed feelings).
I pushed her back gently on the bed and said, "I think you're ready to try." I mounted her body and knew that unlike the rough, dominant way I'd taken Laurie, this seduction needed a tender woman's touch (although I planned to make her a submissive slut just like the others by the time her transformation was complete).
I slowly brought my soaked box to her mouth. Drawing her in had made me very wet. I gently pulled against the back of her head and brought her into me. "Eat," was all I said.
And she did.
She started slowly at first. It was, after all, her first time doing anything to anybody. But as she progressed, her licks became more focused. Her tongue stroked up and down my pussy. She used her tongue like a small cock and slid it gently in and out of my hole, something neither of my first two pets had done. She sucked my clit like a vacuum. Like the overachiever she was in her academics and I presume in her religious studies, she was becoming the best pussy pleaser she could possibly be.
My moans increased as her eagerness had me ready to burst, and when she slid two fingers inside me as she took my clit between her lips and twirled her tongue around it, I lost control. My orgasm crashed over me in waves. When I stopped spasming, finally sated, I moved off her face. Her glasses, still on her nose, were smeared with my cum.
To my surprise, she spoke first. "Well, I guess I've had sex now."
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked, although the answer was obvious.
Her face was still a little red, but she answered forthrightly enough, "Truly? A lot more than I thought I would."
"You have a great, eager little tongue," I complimented.
"Thanks... I guess," she returned, the compliment a strange one, considering today started as French tutoring and culminated in a different kind of French.
"No, seriously. Your tongue was like a magic wand, and I think I'll be wanting you to do that a lot more," I said, setting her up for the actual shift from a spontaneous cunt licker to a sub servitude relationship.
"I'd like that," she said, "Your taste was well... heavenly."
"Coming from the daughter of a minister, that's a great compliment," I said with sincere gratitude. Looking around, I spotted her hairbrush. "And since you were such a good pussy pleaser, I think you deserve a reward."
"What do you mean?" she asked, confused.
"You should get yourself off," I revealed. "You do pleasure yourself?"
"Sometimes," she admitted, more embarrassed by that admission than by knowing she'd just eaten me out.
I got off the bed, grabbed the brush and tossed it to her. "Use this."
"Really?" she asked, looking at the brush.
"Sure," I nodded, "it's like a small cock"
"In front of you?!" she asked, again more nervous about this than about my straddling her face earlier.
"After what you just did, you need to ask that?" I questioned, pointing out the obvious.
"I guess," she said, still nervous, but she climbed off the bed and began fumbling with the waistband of her skirt. "Here, let me do that, my pet," I offered, standing up myself.
I unfastened her skirt and allowed it to drift to the floor, revealing that she was... no big surprise... wearing white cotton grannie panties. "We'll have to do something about your lingerie as well, my pet," I observed. "No, better yet, I want you to throw away all of your panties and go without any at all from now on. But we'll have to get you some sexy bras and quality thigh high stockings to go with the sexy outfits you'll begin wearing as soon as we can get you to the mall."
I leaned over and lowered her panties, allowing them to land on her skirt and reveal... again no surprise... a wild untamed jungle of pubic hair. I looked at it significantly, then up to her face. "You have a choice about that, my pet. Either you shave your pussy completely smooth by the next time I see you, or I'll take you to a salon for a bikini wax. The bikini wax does a better job and lasts longer, but it hurts like hell. Take your time and think about it, my pet. But for now..." I nodded at the hairbrush.
She took the hint and sat down on the bed. Taking the brush, she moved it to her pussy. She then proceeded to fuck herself with the handle. Closing her eyes and pursing her lips, she looked fucking hot. I considered going down on her. I was curious what she would taste like, what any girl would taste like, yet I refrained, knowing that to stay in control I couldn't give away any power or compromise my aloof aura of control. And besides, I didn't want to go anywhere near her jungle until we'd had a chance to take action.
When she came, I smiled wide as she moaned, "Oh Godddddddd." Adorably, she didn't swear at all, and as far as taking the Lord's Name in vain, who was to say that wasn't a thank you prayer?
Watching her get herself off, my pussy was ready for round two. I said, "Now you have your very own personal fuck toy."
"I guess," she said, the brush handle still lodged inside her.
"I need to go soon, but do you want one last taste before I leave?" I asked, curious what her reaction would be.
"God, yes," she answered, which again was so hot coming from a minister's daughter.
I again straddled her face and she again pleasured me to a second orgasm.
As I put my skirt back on, I said, "That was very good, my pet. I really enjoyed this hands-on version of French."
She gave me a confused look at the term 'my pet.'
I continued, "You do understand that now you're my pet."
"I have no idea; I don't even know what that means."
"It means that whenever I need my pussy licked, you'll be there to please me," I said.
"Oh," she said, surprised by the expectation.
Confident I had her hook, line and sinker, I added, "Unless you're not interested in that."
Quickly, she blurted out, "No, no, if that's what it means, then yes, I want to be your pet."
"Excellent," I nodded. "And in return for being such a good cunt licking pet, I'll help you transform your look."
"Okay," she nodded, still, I think, working on wrapping her head around the life-altering change that had just transpired.
"One final thing," I said, as I opened the door to leave.
"Yes?" she said, looking at me with anticipation.
"When we're alone like this my pet, you're to refer to me as Mistress Bree," I revealed.
"I understand, Mistress Bree; I think I'll like calling you that," she nodded, already a far more loyal, obedient pet than Laurie. Although I still planned to train that bitch to be an obedient and even willing pet, yet.
As I drove home, feeling the high of another successful conquest, I realized that every seduction would be different, and that prospect excited the hell out of me.
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