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My Aunt, My Mistress

I had just turned thi....teen that summer, when Aunt Susan came to look after
me, while my parents went on a 3-week trip to Rodrigues Island, in the Indian
Ocean. I liked Aunt Susan. She was unmarried and led a life filled with friends,
mostly unmarried women like herself, and seemed to spend her spare time going to
the newest shows,visiting all the clubs, or going off skiing or on extended holidays.
She was somewhat older than her sister, my mother, but although she was approaching
forty, she kept in very good shape by doing aerobics, and she was tall, with
a trim figure and short, dark hair. Her clothes were always of the best
quality, and she normally preferred black or gray, with an occasional splash
of color.
I liked Aunt Susan a lot. She brought a freshness and vivacity into our
family on her frequent visits, and she always took time for me. I did not,
in fact, look upon her as an older, maiden aunt - she was more like a close
girl friend, and I told her most of my secrets. We enjoyed each others
company, and I was looking forward to spend some weeks of the holidays with
her.
My parents left, confident that I was in good hands, and Aunt Susan cooked
us a light meal and opened a bottle of sweet, white wine to go with it. I
was not used to drinking wine, as my parents thought I was much too young,
but Aunt Susan shared the bottle between us, and I was soon feeling the
effect of the wine. My cheeks became hot and flushed and I was very
talkative. Aunt Susan watched me with a small smile, and listened to all my
small talk from school and our neighborhood.
- What about boys?, she asked at one time. Have you started to become
interested in them?
- Nah! They all seem so c***dish! With their heads filled up with computes
and stuff. I just hang around with my girl friends, Claire and Louise
mostly.
Aunt Susan had never bought any man to our house, and I had presumed she
changed her men often. At least that's what my mother said. But I asked her
then - about men.
- Men, Rita? I can't say I've much experience! I'm like you - I prefer
hanging out with the girls!
- But, Auntie, what about.. I mean.. What about the sex?
The subject, sex, was beginning to interest me. It hadn't before, not
really. But recently I had felt a need to learn more about it, and my mother
was very unwilling to give any details. She had only supplied me with a few
medical facts, when I began having periods, and left it at that. The stories
my friends told me, about boys and what they wanted to do to girls, left me
slightly nauseated and a bit frightened. I had not yet been out on a date,
and was not feeling any need to. I had started touching myself some time
ago, and especially my nipples had become very sensitive after my bosom
started to grow, and I had also touched my pussy and found a wetness there
accompanied by a nice, tingling sensation. I couldn't imagine, however,
having a boy shove his tool up into me. It seemed crude and un-pleasurable.
Aunt Susan was quiet for a long moment after my question, then she took a
deep breath, and her brown eyes bored into mine:
- Well, dear, you see - men are not strictly necessary for having sex. It's
possible for girls to give each other sexual satisfaction. Better, in fact,
in my opinion than with men!
I was perplexed. I had head about gay people, but I hadn't really thought of
my Aunt in that context. And here she was, directly telling me that she
preferred to have sex with women! I didn't rally know what to say. Aunt
Susan, however, continued her explanation.
- I'm what is know as a lesbian, you see. Men don't attract me sexually. Oh,
I have male friends, not many - but some. I've nothing against men as such.
It's just that for a long time, ever since I was a teenager I suppose, I've
known I prefer women. The softer, more curvaceous bodies. The smell of
women. The way women dress and move. It attracts me. And sex without the
male organ is sensuous and caring and, frankly, much more exciting. Fingers
and tongues and the sweet touch of a girl....
She was flushed by now. Her cheeks were red and there was a sparkle in her
eyes. She slowly licked her lips.
- Does this bother you, Rita? Me being a lesbian I mean?
I shook my head.
- Noo. At least I don't think so. It's just.. I'm surprised, of course. And
.. and I can't really imagine what women can do to each other. For sex, I
mean.
- Well, honey. Have you started to touch yourself? Your nipples and stuff?
- Yes, I admitted, somewhat hesitantly.
- OK, and between your legs?
- Mmm, yes..
- So can you imagine another girl using her fingers to play with your pussy?
Her mouth on your nipples, making them stiff and tingling? Can you imagine a
girl caressing your cute little bottom and kissing you? Her tongue deep in
your mouth, while she slides your panties down, easing them over your bum,
her finger exploring the crease between your darling buttocks? Can you
imagine this happening to you, Rita?
I closed my eyes and her voice conjured up a vision of a faceless woman
doing all these strange things to me, and it was making me strangely exited.
Aunt Susan continued in her dark, hoarse voice to tell me about the ways in
which women could pleasure each other, and this new insight caused a
heaviness in my limbs, a stiffening of my girly nipples and a slow seeping
of moisture from my pussy into the white cotton panties I was wearing
beneath my skimpy skirt. I couldn't move, only sit immobile in my chair and
realize that the Aunt I loved, in her private moments, indulged in dark and
deviant sexual practices with other women. It frightened me - and I was much
too inexperienced to recognize that it also held a strong, previously
unknown, attraction for me. I had never thought about what women could do
with other women. In school, all our speculations concerned what boys did,
and how we could react to that. But women? Making love to girls? Having sex
with each other? Pussies and fingers and tongues playing with nipples?
Licking and sucking and caressing their wet snatches? It was not something,
which had ever occurred to me before, but Aunt Susan opened a doorway in my
mind with her revelations, and I could not stop the steady flow of images my
fantasy provided.
A different tone now crept into Aunt Susan's voice. A tone of quiet command.
- Sit still now, Rita. Do not get up from your chair. But spread your legs
and put your hands behind the back of the chair. That's it, dear. Now look
at me. Stick your tongue out. Moisten your lips. Slowly... Good. You're
exited now, Rita. I can see that. All my talk of lesbians and what we do to
each other has turned you on. Your little pussy is moist and ready and your
nipples are stiff. Aren't they?
I could only nod. blood rushed though my young body. My throat was dry and I
stared hypnotized into the eyes of my imposing aunt. She stood up, and made
her way slowly towards me. She was dressed in a black, clinging skirt, and a
dove gray silk shirt, and her naked feet were in a pair of high-heeled
pumps. I kept my eyes on her; I couldn't look down, only loose myself in the
dark recesses of her strong gaze. Then she towered above me and hands
whispered over my long, blond hair and the smell of her overpowered me as
she bent to take my young lips into masterful possession and forever change
my life.
There I was, just embarking on life as a teenager, and my aunt was kissing
me, parting my hesitant lips with her tongue and exploring my mouth with
lingering licks. I had never kissed anybody like this before. French
kissing, I knew it was, but I had not imagined what it felt like, to have a
mature woman, wrapped in an exotic scent, French kiss me. She drew all
breath out of me, made me moan and melt, right there, on the hard chair.
What was she doing to me? Why was she kissing me like this? And why was I
feeling all funny and sensitive in my whole body? I was terribly confused
and uncertain, and on the other hand I did not want her to stop. Her hands
were gently caressing my hair and once in a while she also tickled and
exited my ears, causing me to shudder in delight. It felt good, to let my
aunt have her way with me, and what she did felt good. It couldn't be wrong
to feel so good.
Aunt Susan stopped her French kissing and started to whisper in my ear,
while her hands gently moved down to my neck and upper chest.
- You are such a sweet little thing, Rita. Trembling so nicely when I kiss
you. But you like being kissed, don't you? I can feel it. You're getting
exited. Feeling warm. Aren't you, my little love?
I shuddered, as she gently nibbled my earlobe and blew moist air into my
inner ear.
- Noo.. I mean.. I don't know, Aunt Susan. I'm.. confused....
- Of course you are! Your body is discovering some totally new things, isn't
it? Such as how nice it is to have a woman caress your budding bosom...
Her clever hands made their way beneath my thin cotton T-shirt and started
to toy with my stiff nipples. She gently pinched and pulled at the aching
nubs of blood filled flesh, making them throb with desire.
- Mmm, like that... Lovely responsive nipples you have, girl. I like that in
a girl. I simply adore such budding flowers as you, Rita. Waiting for the
right touch to be awakened to the pleasures of lesbian lovemaking. Ahh.. I
can teach you so much, honey! And I will. Because you want this, don't you?
You want my hands teasing your nipples, my voice whispering in your ear...
When I didn't respond at once, she pinched my nipples roughly, and her voice
took on a timbre of command.
- Answer me, girl! Tell me you want me to play with your nipples!
- Nooo... please Aunt Susan.. I... this is wrong.. my..
But Aunt Susan did not stop her treatment of my young breasts, and to my
surprise her rough handling and teasing of my tits caused them to swell up
even more, and to lead to a vibrant pleasure radiating out from the nipples
and I thus came to press my immature bosom towards her manipulating fingers.
So she stopped of course!
- OK, Rita. If you say so. But you know it can't be wrong to feel so good,
and you are feeling good. I know. I can see it on your face, and in the way
you press your chest towards me. But I'll stop now if that's what you want.
- Nooo.. I mean.. I'm so confused.. I.. I don't think we should be doing
this... but.. but..it did feel good... your hands, touching me... I..
Please, Aunt Susan.. will you do it again.. touch my bosom I mean.. I.. I do
like it..
- Say it then, Rita. Tell me you want me to play with your stiff little
nipples!
The words made me feel uncomfortable, they were so lewd! But I did want Aunt
Susan to continue giving me pleasure, so I swallowed a few times and
responded in a low voice:
- Please, dear Aunt Susan, I.. I'd like it.. if you played with.. with my
nipples...
- Your stiff little nipples!
- Yeees, my stiff little nipples! Please play with them!
There! I got it out, and had to moan loudly when my aunt again started to
touch my budding breasts and tease the fleshy nipples with her clever,
experienced hands. I was putty in the hands of such a competent woman, and
she was leading me towards the point of no return! She knew that, of course.
It was what she was aiming at: making me her love toy. And she also knew she
was succeding. I offered no resistance as she removed my T-shirt and bared
my torso. She stood behind me, leaning over my face and because my hands
were behind the back of the chair, my bosom jutted up towards her face,
offering a perfect target for her mouth. My face was smothered in her silk
shirt as she started licking and sucking on my poor nipples. It was
exquisite! She lavered my breasts with her saliva and then rhythmically
sucked on alternate tits, sometimes getting the whole of my small breasts
into her warm mouth. All the time her tongue was slurping and playing with
the nipples and her clever treatment almost made me faint, especially as her
heady scent was making my senses spin out of control. If this was what women
could make each other feel, I definitely wanted more! I had no idea at that
time, how much more I was going to get!
Aunt Susan now moved in front of me, kissed me hard on the mouth and then
licked her way down to my navel, where she let it linger for a long time,
causing me to twitch and squirm. She put a hand on each of my knees, and
spread my legs as far as my skirt would allow, exposing my pantie clad
crotch and the telltale spreading spot of moisture.
- Your pussy is all wet and ready isn't it? Ohh, yes it is! I can smell it
from here. I really enjoy the smell of a young girls pussy. So clean, so
smooth. Tell me your little pussy is wet and randy and waiting for me!
I was learning - and realizing that the word games Aunt Susan played with me
were also responsible for my increasing twitching arousal.
- Yes.. Ohhh.. Aunt Susan.. My.. My little pussy... is.. so wet.. and .. and
so.. so randy... waiting for you, Aunt Susan...!
- Good girl! You're catching on to this! But then, you are indeed very
aroused and wet. Now put your right hand on that sweet little pussy of
yours. That's it, girl. And let your forefinger explore that wet spot on
your panties. Rub it. Feel the flesh beneath it. Your slit and those nether
lips. Slowly, dear Rita! Good. Now put your finger in your mouth and taste
your juice.
Hesitantly I stopped rubbing the cotton that was stretched so tight over my
virgin slit and lifted my hand to my face, catching a potent whiff of my own
sexual excitement. I wasn't very intrigued with the idea of tasting my
pussy. It seemed perverse to me, tasting my own pee and God knew what else.
But as I brought my finger close to my nose, the heady scent woke up hithero
unknown desires in me and I was soon happily slurping on my fingers, tasting
the viscous juice, working my way towards sensory overload. Salty and
slightly bitter, nutty and with a strong musky taste, my girly secretions
made my head swim and made me want more. I was hooked on pussy juice, there
and then!
- Well done, my sweet girl. Now make your fingers very wet, and use them
again to rub darling pussy. Yes, dear. Sooo nice, isn't it?
- Mmm.. yess, Aunt Susan.. It's nice.. to rub my little pussy.... It feels
so good.. It's so wet, auntie...
- Yes, it is. Very wet. Let see some more of it...
Carefully, my devious aunt manipulated the panties so that only a bunched
up, soggy string of cotton went between my parted pussy lips and continued
up into the crease separating my buttocks. Her clever hands held the cloth
together up near the elastic band and she alternately pulled behind my back
or in front, causing the strip of bundled cloth to rhythmically move up and
down in my moist, hot snatch. At the same time I used the fingers of my
right hand to rub the upper part of my young pussy, where my stiff,
throbbing clitoris was imprisoned beneath a layer of cotton, but soaking in
viscous girl-juice, and I was discovering how rewarding it was to let my
fingers and nails carefully caress this pearl of radiant pleasure. blood
pulsed in my naked, hairless labia and Aunt Susan blew cool air over them,
at the same time drinking in the image of my excited teenage cunt, bisected
by a soaking string of white cotton and with my fingers busy rubbing my
stiff little clitty.
- You're such a little slut, Rita. Aren't you? Looking so sweet, with those
panties bundled up into your wet, hairless cunny. Rubbing on your stiff
clit, while I move those panties up and down, up and down, exciting your
horny, juicy slit.
- Aaargh..ohhhh.. yes.. auntie.. you're getting me so wet and .. and soo...
Ohhh, please don't.. don't stop.. pleeease, Aunt Susan!
- Oh, yes. I think you need a pause now...
With firm hands she removed my rubbing fingers from my excited vagina and
ordered me to keep them behind the back of the chair. Her own ministrations
also stopped and I was sobbing with unrelieved desire, gyrating my firm butt
on the seat of the chair and begging to be allowed to continuing fingering
my pussy. Aunt Susan told me to shut up, and pinched my stiff nipples
roughly to make her point.
- Relax, Rita. I know what's good for you. Just let me take control. You're
in safe hands. I'll give you pleasure you've never dreamt off. I love having
control of young girls like you, telling them what do, ordering them around.
All to their best, of course! I'll teach you to relish submitting to me.
I'll make you delirious with excitement, and you'll come to know the
ultimate thrill through having a woman like me dominate your sweet little
body. Relax now, Rita. Close your eyes. Feel the heat and the moisture in
your slit. Feel the hot blood coursing through you, making your nipples
throb. Cool down. Breathe in deeply. Feel my hands on your skin, caressing
you, relaxing you. Calm down. Quiet now... Yes, dear that's exactly it..
Good.. Hands behind your back.. legs spread wide.. naked tits.. lovely.. so
lovely.. relax..
I was under the spell of Aunt Susan's mesmerizing voice, and gradually
relaxed on the hard chair, while unformed fantasies flittered behind my
closed eyes. I gradually calmed down, taking deep breaths and started to
enjoy the slow, gentle caresses of my aunt. Having her so close to me,
smelling her musky odor and feeling the warmth emanating from her was making
me feel secure and unafraid. She had never done anything to hurt me before,
and I was certain she wouldn't hurt me now. In fact, I was starting to
realize that there was a lot of pleasure in store for me, with Aunt Susan in
control. She was so strong and self-confident and dominated me with such
ease that it was impossible for me not to submit. And to like submitting.
Her hands were gentle but firm, her voice continued whispering for me to
relinquish control, to relax, and I felt a heaviness in my limbs. It was
like she had cast a spell of immobility over me: I felt it was impossible
for me to move without her explicit order to so.
- What a sight for sore eyes you are, Rita! Spread and ready for me. Waiting
to be taken to the peaks of pleasure by your own aunt! Naked tits with stiff
nipples, eager to be kissed and pinched. Soaking wet cotton panties bundled
up into your dripping snatch. An eager beaver you are! A randy little slut.
Well, I fulfill all your dirty dreams, Rita. And provide material for many
more!
My aunt then proceeded to remove my skirt, but left the panties in place.
She ordered me to continue to keep my eyes closed and I heard a slight
rustling before she demanded I opened my mouth. Something slick and moist,
suffused with the heady aroma I now recognized as the sign of an aroused
woman, filled my mouth. In surprise I opened my eyes and saw that Aunt Susan
had gagged me with her own black silk panties! She smiled down at me, and
gently caressed my cheek.
- Yes, dear. It's good for you. To have my taste in your mouth while I play
with you. You'll soon learn to love my aroma, my flavor. You'll be so much
more eager to train to please me, if you already have been taught to
associate my scent with arousal and desire. So suck on my panties, little
darling. Let your tongue caress the silk and let your world be reduced to
nothing but what I, your aunt and Mistress order it to be.
So I did. I closed my eyes and let my tongue explore the moist silk in my
mouth. As I licked the viscous traces of my aunt's womanly juice from her
panties, complex aromas assaulted my taste buds, and opened new doors in my
young impressionable mind. It felt safe, to sit in that chair, naked but for
a pair of white cotton panties, and sucking languidly on my dear aunts
silken underwear. It felt as close to heaven as I had ever been and I avidly
did as ordered, eager to experience more, waiting to be fulfilled by my
clever and seductive Aunt Susan.
My aunt now started to gently rub and caress my exposed, naked vulva. Her
fingertips brushed and tapped my young flesh and once in a while she gently
pinched and pulled my outer labia. Then I felt something different. A
prickly, stinging sensation as something fitted with stiff hairs repeatedly
slapped softly on my exposed cuntal flesh.
- I'm using a hairbrush on you now, Rita. Very good for increasing sensation
in young girls little pussies. Versatile too! It can be used to softly slap
with the hairy side, as I'm doing now. Or for stroking.
She gently moved the brush up and down, letting the hairs roughly slide over
my skin and causing a rush of blood to my labia.
- The other side can also be used - to spank and punish naughty girls.
Either on their little bottoms on directly on their small hairless pussies.
I didn't want to be spanked and tried to protest through my silken gag, but
only incoherent mumblings were possible, and any protest was to no avail,
anyway. Aunt Susan was determined to have her way with me.
- Sshh, trust me, Rita! Your naughty pussy needs to be spanked. In order to
really feel sexual excitement, a girl like you must suffer the sweet
indignity of corporal punishment in the competent hands of a Mistress to
know what a true orgasm and true pleasure is like... Relax, dear. I know
what's good for you....
Aunt Susan then started to use the hard, wooden side of the hairbrush to
spank my naked, vulnerable pussy. She started out slowly and gently, and
used her dancing fingers to calm me between spanks. The result was a
surprisingly electrifying sensation in all of my exposed sex. A heady,
throbbing warmth that caused my clit to become painfully erect beneath its
cotton prison.
- There, what a lovely sight! You are beginning to become quite pink down
here, and so very moist, too! I'm sure you like this... let me just use a
finger to check on your state of arousal.. Yess... very wet, aren't you,
Rita? I knew you'd love to have this done to you.... You're such a randy and
naughty little girl. Such a little lesbian slut, who enjoys having her naked
pussy spanked by a Mistress...
And I realized the truth in that. Every time she called me naughty or randy
or a slut, I felt a thrill I'd never known before rush through my young
body. The degrading aspect of the situation was actually making me more
excited, and feel better, than I'd ever done before. On top of that, Aunt
Susan's devious treatment of my exposed sex, was having its effect. She knew
how to turn on a girl, and how to balance the pain with pleasure. The
increased moisture in my grotto was a definite sign of that, and although I
did not want to accept it, I was definitely getting turned on by having my
vulnerable ass and cuntal area spanked with a wooden hairbrush! So there I
was. Sitting in a chair, my legs spread as much as possible, my chest pushed
forward, my hands behind the back of the chair, my panties tugged up into my
dripping cleft. With my aunt kneeling in front of me, treating my most
private area to a painful spanking with a hairbrush. My mouth was filled
with her intoxicating scent, my nipples were so hard I believed they were
going to explode; the seat of the chair was wet with my secretions. I loved
it! And found myself moaning deliriously through the panties filling my
mouth and thrusting my pelvis forward to meet the slaps from the polished
wood. My body was begging to be punished, and begging for a release I didn't
know how to obtain. But Aunt Susan knew. If she would just show me, touch
me, spank me, love me... whisper those fantasies into my receptive ears,
make me melt with her dangerous words.. ohhh... how I wanted her to tease my
young body. I was hers from that moment. A slave to my raging desire, I knew
she had me there and then. A slave. Her slave. I would obey her every order,
every whim, if she would just continue to make me feel this way.... The
warmth of stinging pain, the redness of boiling blood, the rainbow of
pulsing desire...
Suddenly I felt a nail scr****g over the sensitive skin separating my slit
from my bum-hole. A finger, wet with slick girl juice, teased my sphincter
and then, to my great surprise, made its way relentlessly into my anal
passage. Strong spanks rained over my upper thighs, and Aunt Susan started
to move the intruding digit deep into my bowels. Then out. In. out. Firmly
she started fucking my virgin bum with her index finger while she spanked
me, turning my lower buttocks a deep red. I was beyond caring, beyond pain.
My whole lower body shook and trembled and I started rocking in rhythm with
my aunts fucking. Burning blood filled my cunt-lips, my clitoris, my skin. I
screamed for release through silk immersed in womanly arousal and hot breath
followed by a soothing tongue slicked over my tormented sex. Aunt Susan
brought her mouth directly over the top part of my young pussy and sucked my
cotton-covered clit into her warm heaven.
Her tongue pried away the cloth covering my nubbin, and she increased the
speed of her ass fucking, I felt a few wet flicks on my hooded nub of flesh,
then she gently, ohhh so gently.. bit down on my clitoris, still sucking,
still fucking, and my world evaporated into a frantic moment of riding her
finger with my clenching ass, feeling my bosom shudder and beg to be
touched, and then, for an eternity my clit erupted in exquisite bursts of
release. My pussy melted into the sucking mouth of my aunt, and as she used
the bristles of the hairbrush to softly caress my breasts, I shook my chest
wildly and rode the awesome waves of orgasm that rolled over my young body.
Aunt Susan released her mouth from my cunt and spurred me on, while she
continued fucking my ass and using the hairbrush on my bosom.
- Yes, Rita, that's sooo good, my little lesbian lust slave. Come now, come
for your aunt, come for your Mistress. Feel my finger invading your asshole,
fucking you... You're mine now.. You'll obey me, and be my little sex toy..
because you'll always want to feel like this again.. to ride on the waves on
an orgasm induced by your Mistress.. to be controlled.. degraded to a
slave.. that your place in life, Rita.. to be my slave.. I love you, dear..
it makes me sooo hot to see you like this, to have your sweet bottom riding
my finger.. to taste your juicy excitement.. I love to make a girl come, to
spank her, pleasure her, humiliate her.. dominate her...
All through that first real orgasm of my life, her voice caressed me,
hypnotized me, and led me on to even greater heights of fulfillment. I'd
never know anything like this, and she showed me a way through the chaos
raging in my body, a way to a haven of love. A way to a Mistress.

Afterwards, sitting on Aunt Susan's lap as she soothed and caressed me, I
felt a deep love for this woman, who had given such unparalleled pleasure
and satisfaction. It was sheer bliss to sit so close to her and feel her
warmth and delightful scent. I felt privileged to be so near to her, and to
be chosen by her as a lover. And as a.. did I dare even think it.. slave..
To be her slave girl. And for her to be my Mistress. It was a strange
thought.. but comforting... and very arousing. So when Aunt Susan whispered
in my ear, that it was now time for me to reciprocate, and ordered me to
kneel in front of her, it felt so very natural to do it.
- That was wonderful, Rita. I'm very pleased with you. You'll make a perfect
slave for me with a bit a strict training, I'm sure.
The praise made be blush and I could not look at her.
- You must look at me, Rita, when I address you. And you must never speak
unless explicitly ordered to do so. You must always answer, when requested,
and you must address me as Mistress. Is that clear?
I nodded, having lost my voice somewhere. Aunt Susan bent forward and
grabbed my chin. Hard.
- Answer me, slave! Do you understand!
- Y..yesss, Aunt Susan...I.. Yes, M.. misss... Mistress!
There. I had said it. Mistress.
- Good. Now put your hands behind your back and start paying homage to our
Mistress. Lick my shoes!
Her shoes...? She extended her right foot towards me, and in a daze I
started to kiss and lick her high heeled, black pumps. Leather and polish,
and the distinct aroma of her naked feet assaulted my sensitized nose.
Gradually I made my way upwards, as she ordered me to plant kisses on her
instep and well-muscled calf. I licked her sweet kneecap and drowned in the
hollow behind it.
- The other leg now. Same procedure... good... suck on the heel, slut. Mmm..
well done.. lick the toe.. yes.. up now .. slowly.. small kisses.. no tongue
here.. good...
I discovered the delicious thrill of being ordered to please. The wonderful
sense of relinquishing control, and simply let this formidable woman take
over. If this was being a slave, licking my way up the muscular leg of my
aunt, then I very much enjoyed being a slave. And I was certain she had many
pleasant surprises in store for me.
- Slave girl Rita, you may remove my shoes.
I carefully removed the black pumps, and was ordered to lick the soles of my
Mistress' feet and to suck her toes. I eagerly executed the task, savoring
the rich flavor and enjoying the way she ordered me to service her, by
sucking a whole toe into my mouth while she moved it in and out, fucking my
mouth.
Aunt Susan then stood up in front of me, turned her back to me, and bent
over, so that her firm butt, covered in the slick, black fabric of her
dress, stretched tightly over the full orbs, was directly in front of my
adoring face.
- Lick my butt, my naughty little slave girl niece. And lick it good!
I hastened to comply. The slick satin was cool on my tongue, but I sensed
Aunt Susan was burning beneath it. I took a long time, covering every inch
of her majestic arse with slow licks, savoring the traces of feminine
excitement my tongue discovered, especially in the vicinity of the crease
between the cheeks. I was in my place, serving the needs of my Mistress,
obeying her orders and totally enveloped in her rich aroma.
- Now lick the crease between my butt-cheeks. Make it nice and wet with your
tongue. Press the dress down... Yeeeeessss... good.. such a nice little
slave girl your are...
The action of my eager tongue made the dress so wet that it stuck into the
alluring crease between the hemispheres of flesh confronting me. As Aunt
Susan had removed her panties in order to gag me with them, there was only
the taut fabric between my tongue and the skin it covered. So when Aunt
Susan used her hands to spread her buttocks somewhat, I could feel the
puckered entry to her anal channel with the tip of my tongue. She ordered me
to pay extra attention to her sphincter, laving it with my tongue and I
happily slurped in the earthy aroma of the most private hole of my Mistress.
It was sheer bliss for me, to be forced to taste the asshole of the woman
dominating me, and the sheer perversity of the act was almost enough in
itself to set me off on another spiraling trip towards an explosive orgasm.
In stead I had to stop my loving attention and watch longingly as Mistress
Susan slowly, oooohhh so slowly, removed the dress while her enticing
posterior wriggled right in front of my face. She parted her ass-cheeks, and
offered me an unrestricted view of her ass-hole and nether slit. She was
soaking! I knew what she wanted, and didn't have long to wait. In a voice,
hoarse with desire Mistress Susan gave the order:
- Stick your tongue out, Rita. And then you may start tasting my ass-hole.
Use the tip to gently massage the rim... mmmmm... not so fast, slut... take
your time... bathe that puckered muscle with your tongue... gooood.. now a
few strong licks up and down.. but don't you dare taste my pussy yet! That's
it.. now pry open my ass-hole with the tip of your virgin tongue...
yesssss.... Slowly stick it in... right up into my hole... swirl it around a
bit... mmmmmm.... Lovely.. so lovely to a young girl's tongue up in my
ass... to have her taste her Mistress for the first time... Ahhhh, good...
you're a talented little thing, Rita... Fuck my butt-hole now... with your
darling tongue... I love it... faster... yeeessss.....
I frantically complied with her order and let my young tongue move with
increasing speed in and out of Aunt Susan's sweet butt. I was delirious. The
humiliation of my degraded position. The sweet thrill of submitting myself
to the strong will of this woman, was making my body sing. As Aunt Susan
clenched her sphincter on my thrusting tongue and pushed her buttocks into
my face, gyrating her ass, I felt a deep satisfaction. I was meant to be
here, kneeling on the floor in submission, and letting my Mistress ride on
my stiff tongue. A tool. A vessel for her pleasure. I almost cried in
disappointment, when she withdrew and ordered me to lie on my back on the
hard floor, but when she kneeled over my head, and I looked up into her
dripping snatch, I forgot everything else. She did not have to say anything.
I was ready when her wet honey pot descended on my face and for a long time
I did not know anything but the sublime delight of slurping in the
secretions of my wonderful Mistress. It was sheer heaven. To delve into the
slick, juicy slit above me and slurp in the pungent flavor of a mature
woman's very excited cunt. She moved above me, forcefully riding my shiny
face, encouraging me to intensify my efforts.
- Uunggh... come on.... Suck cunt, slave girl!.. Such a little lesbian
pussy-slave you are.. mmmmmm.. yes.. right there... swirl your tongue on my
clit... service your Mistress, you teeny bitch.. Riding your face...
mmmmm... feeling... Yess... Ohhhh, yessss....
She came. Explosively. Eternally. Riding on my face she drowned me in wave
after wave of her orgasmic bliss. I'd never felt so happy in all my short
life. To be able to provide such pleasure to this adult, experienced woman
made me proud to be where I was: between her clenched thighs, with her
convulsing pussy on my face. A licking, sucking pussy-slave. Hers. Forever.
I loved her, and all she was subjecting me to, and I told her as much when
she relaxed above me, and stood up to gaze down at my wet, juice-covered
face. She smiled then, and bent down to kiss me.
- I love you too, dear. Very much. And we have so much to do together. You a
natural, Rita. I've known that for some time, but you've exceeded all my
expectations. That was one of the best comes I've ever had, you just gave
me.
Such praise, from this woman, made almost me cry.

Later, when I was sitting on Aunt Susan's lap, enjoying the nearness of her,
and her gentle caresses, she told me about her life as a dominating lesbian
and something of what she expected from me.
- When we are playing these games, Rita, it's important that you obey me.
Otherwise you'll be punished.
- Punished?
- Yes, dear. Punished. Spanked, perhaps. Or bound up tightly and played with
in very nasty ways. I know a lot about how to punish naughty girls who
disobey their Mistress...
I shuddered, but she laughed.
- Shush, my darling. I'll never do anything to really hurt you, or anything
that I'm certain you'll like in the end. Pain and pleasure, Rita, are two
sides of the same coin. At least for the likes of you and me. You can trust
me.
I knew I could, and I nodded.
- OK, now one of the most important of my rules, is that you must never,
ever, masturbate to make yourself come. You must not touch your clit or
stick your fingers into your tight little pussy. You should in fact, only
touch yourself when specifically ordered by me to do so. I make you come,
Rita - not yourself. Understand?
- Yes, Auntie.
And I did understand. Of course I did. But lying in my bed that night, with
my newly awakened body throbbing with strange desires I naturally could not
refrain from fondling my naked pussy. Aunt Susan's talk of spankings and
vague punishments for being naughty, made me feel funny. What would it be
like to her spank me? To lie over her lap and have her slap my bottom? Would
it hurt very much? Would it excite me? Thinking about all this made my pussy
moist, and I let my hand into my panties and started to caress my outer
pussy lips and dip into the secretions that were starting to flow. I
remembered the taste of Aunt Susan's juice and tried to taste my own in
order to compare. I even used my index finger to gently tickle my asshole
and let it slip inside a bit.
Then the door was slammed open, and a very angry Aunt Susan came striding
in. She had black tights on, long leather boots and only a skimpy , black
lacy bra to cover her ample bosom.
- What are you doing, you despicable slut? Fingering yourself, I see! I told
you, you were not allowed to touch yourself, and here your already are, with
sticky fingers and a dripping cunt! You are a very naughty girl, Rita, and
you need to be punished. Don't you?
I was trembling, and feeling very frightened, but also exalted. Had I been
wishing for this to happen all along? Did I indeed desire to be punished by
this imposing woman, standing in front of me with flashing eyes? Perhaps. I
did, in all truth, want to have her touch me again, in those devilish ways
she knew.
- I..I.. nooo...I don't need.. please don't punish me...
I found myself pleading, by only saw wry amusement in Aunt Susan's eyes.
- I'll punish you all right! And I'll want you begging for it! On your knees
in front of me!
I hastened to comply.
- Hands on top of your head! Look me directly in the eye! Now tell me how
naughty you have been.
- I've.. I've been a naughty girl, Auntie...
- Mistress, to you, girl!
- M..Mistress.. I've been a naughty girl.. very naughty..
- What did you just do?
- I was.. touching myself..
- Where were you touching yourself?
- Between... my legs, Mistress!
- On your cunt, you mean!
- On my.. my cunt.. Yes, I was touching my cunt... and my ass...
- Why were you fingering your cunt, Rita?
- I was thinking.. thinking about you, Mistress... and about punishment....
- I'm right, am I not? You desire to be punished, don't you?
- Yes.. Yes, Aun.., Mistress, I mean.. Yes I desire to be punished. I've
been a very naughty girl, touching my pussy, and I deserve to be punished.
- Very well, I'll punish you. How should I do this?
- I..I don't know, Mistress.. perhaps.. perhaps I should be .. spanked..?
- Yes, indeed, you should be spanked. On your bare ass, you should be
spanked, until its red and hot and you beg my forgiveness. But it excites
you, doesn't it? This idea of lying over my lap, and feel my touch and my
hands on your naked buttocks? That's why so you are so aroused, isn't it?
I almost couldn't answer her. She read my mind so well, and knew all I was
thinking. I nodded, mute.
- Very well, then. Take off your panties and present yourself with your
hands on your head.
I stood there, in only my flimsy nightie, while Mistress Susan took her time
in finding a suitable chair and sitting down on it. She then ordered me over
her lap, and pulled my nightie up around my waist, so that my young bottom
was bared. She gently fondled my quivering flesh, and told me what to
expect.
- This is going to be your first real spanking so I'll be gentle with you.
I'll warm you up a bit first, to let you have the feel of it, and then I'll
gradually increase the force and speed of the spanking, making your little
butt red-hot and stinging. There'll be pain, Rita, but I can also promise
you, that there will be the reward of pleasure, if you behave. I want you to
keep your legs spread at all times, and you should not struggle or fight me.
Instead, you should thank me for taking the time to show you the error of
your ways, and correct your attitude. So you should ask to be properly
spanked, and at regular intervals thank me for your punishment. You may also
express your gratitude by presenting your arse and pressing it towards me.
Is all this clear in your filthy little mind? Can you handle it?
I was doubtful, and apprehensive. I didn't know quite what to expect, but
Aunt Susan's handling of me earlier in the evening had left me excited and
unfulfilled, and the promise of a spanking - and the pleasure that it would
result in - was in perfect accordance with those dark, hazy scenarios I had
been playing in my mind, while I was fondling myself, just before she
charged into my room. So I squirmed a bit in my Mistress' lap to be more
comfortable and spread my legs a bit more. Then I asked to be punished:
- Please, Mistress Susan, please punish me. I've been a naughty girl, and
played with my pussy and put a finger up into my ass. I deserve to be
punished.. I.. I.. Please.. Mistress, please spank my bottom, please .. my
naked bottom, Mistress...
- Yes, dear, yes I will spank that naughty little bottom of yours. Are you
ready, Rita?
- Y..yeees....
Her hand hit my quivering flesh for the first spank. She said she'd be
gentle, and indeed it didn't hurt very much. It stung, though, and I
clenched my buttocks in defense. She fondled my buttocks for a moment, to
make me relax, and then a few more spanks rained over my bum. A bit harder
this time.
- What does a slave girl do, when she is punished??
I had no answer immediately, and Aunt Susan firmly spanked my naked buttocks
with her knowing hand.
- What does she do, Rita?
- I.. Pll...pleeee... Th.. thank you! Thank you, Mistress!
I finally managed an answer, and as a reward she stroked my flesh, which was
warming up a bit, and let her fingers stray to the moist cavern between my
spread legs.
- Mmmm - you're wet, Rita! Your little cunny is dripping with girl-juice! I
think this turns you on! Would you like me to spank your naughty bottom some
more?
Of course I did! This woman really knew how to control a girl like me! My
bum was getting warm and tingling, and I was dripping juice on her black
tights.
- Yeees, yes please, Mistress... please punish me some more... spank me,
please, Mistress...
I tried to present my bottom better, pushing it up with my spread legs.
- Aahh, that's my girl.. I like that... when a girl presents her ass for
spanking. And you are already getting pink! Lovely! You do have such a
lovely bottom, Rita. Perfect for a good old-fashioned spanking!
Her praise made me proud and I wriggled my exposed ass, and was thus
unprepared for her next move.
SLAP..SLAP...SLAP..SLAP..SLAP..SLAP
Blows rained down over my poor bottom, and she was not gentle now! I yelped
in surprise and with the initial pain, but she was relentless and somewhat
to my surprise I discovered the ecstasy and thrill of being subjugated to
punishment and liberal doses of pain. I was enjoying this! blood flowed to
my bottom-cheeks and they heated up, and strong electric currents of sexual
desire connected my puffed pussy to the numbing pain I was receiving through
Mistress Susan's rhythmic spanking. Plus the exquisite, deeply disturbing,
feeling of arousal I was experiencing from simply lying on the lap of this
dominating woman, submitting to her, letting her punish and pleasure my
young body.
More slaps: with ever increasing speed, Mistress Susan was treating my poor
bum to a through base-arse spanking, and showing me my true place. I
belonged on the lap of a strong woman, with my bottom red, hot and sore, and
my pussy juicy with sticky secretions of dark lust.
SLAP..SLAP...SLAP..SLAP..SLAP..SLAP
- Yeess... thank you.. thank you, Misss... Mistress...
I managed to sob my appreciation to my majestic Mistress, and felt her free
hand explore my wet cunt in response. Then a finger found its way deep into
my young bum-hole, and Mistress Susan started to butt-fuck me even as she
increased the severity of my punishment. My sticky juice plastered my naked
pussy to her thigh. My ass clenched spasmodically on her intruding digit,
and my clit was twitching with longing. Aunt Susan stopped her spanking and
let her nails rake the abused skin of my butt-cheeks.
They were hot, so hot, my buttocks. Alive. Throbbing. With pain, yes - with
pain. But also with longing. The feel of her masterful hands when they met
my quivering, expectant flesh. The comfort of a well-delivered smack. The
sound of a hand meeting resilient, firm flesh. My flesh. My bottom. Spanked.
The stinging dissipating into heat. I could imagine how my butt must look by
now. How my Mistress saw them. Crimson they would be, and glowing. Pulsing
with the blood rushing through my veins, coloring my skin. And her finger
was buried in my bowels, gliding in and out, sometimes tickling my nether
eye. Now she was teasing my naked cunt-lips. Gently pulling them and sliding
her finger up and down in my moist slit.
I gasped.
- You're perfect for spanking, Rita! Very responsive... your bottom is very
hot and red now, and your pussy is dripping, because you're sooo excited.
Aren't you excited....?
I did not respond fast enough, and a few hard spanks were necessary.
- Yees, Mistress.... I'm.. very excited.. your spanking has made me hot,
Mistress.. very hot.. my bottom.. it hurts.. but it's nice.. it hurts so
nice.. and you finger in my ass... it's making.. I'm....
- I know. I can feel you are almost about to come. Such a lesbian slut!
Getting off by being naughty and having her bottom spanked so it's all red
and hot and hurts. Liking it. Enjoying the pain. Well - I'll tell you what:
I'll not touch that sweet little pussy of yours any more now. I'll just fuck
your tight ass with my finger and simply spank you until you come all over
my thigh. How does that sound to you, huh? Answer me slave girl!
- I.. it's.. please, Mistress... Yes, please... I..I.. would like to come...
please spank me , Mistress... yes, please... Owww... yes.. spank me..
Oohhh.. thank you, Mistress... fuck my little ass-hole... oooooohhh,
yeeeesss, please... spank me more... spank me ass, Mistress... I.. I want to
come........
Relentlessly Mistress Susan spanked my poor sore ass. The pain had
disappeared, only the heat remained, and her smacks pressed my bottom and
cunt down towards her sticky thigh. I followed her rhythm, pulling back to
present my ass for a spank, then pressing down when Aunt Susan's hand met my
rump, thrusting my pelvis on her muscular thigh. It was an eternity. But all
the time my lust spiraled upwards with each touch, each spank, and each
forceful intrusion into my anal channel. And at long last I melted. Became
fluid with a rocking orgasm, and I screamed out my insane pleasure even as
Mistress Susan stopped her spankings and gently soothed my abused posterior.
- Yes, come for me, Rita. Let it go. You're spending. Being spanked has made
you come, dear. Your whole bottom is exploding with heat. You're coming now,
coming for your Mistress...
My bottom burned, my pussy erupted and I clenched uncontrollably on the
finger she had inside my ass. Spasm after spasm raked my young body and I
howled my lust into the world. Such pleasure I'd never dreamt existed in the
world, and Aunt Susan had made it appear. I cried shivering, coming,
confined to her lap. She was my Mistress, and nothing could ever change
that. My Mistress. My love.
- I love you, Mistress!
- I know, dear. I love you too. Very much so. You're a very sweet girl,
Rita. A veritable treasure.
- Thank you, Mistress. I loved my spanking...
- That was very apparent! Now. Do you think you can sleep without having to
fondle your pussy?
- Yes, Mistress.
And we kissed, lovingly, searchingly, for a long time. Then Aunt Susan
tucked me in, and I slept - on my stomach!

The next day, after breakfast, Aunt Susan suggested we went on a shopping
trip, and she took me to a small, exclusive lingerie store, obviously owned
by one of her close friends, a tall blonde woman named Jill. They made a
selection of underwear for me to try on - mainly panties but also a few
slips and corselets and teddies.
Jill took us to a back room, where I could try out the lingerie undisturbed,
with Aunt Susan watching me.
- We'll make a choice of panties first. I want you to pose for me, Rita. So
strip down and try on the panties. You should bend down, with your ass
towards me, so I can see how the material stretches across your buttocks,
and it's important that they fit snugly over your pussy, so that your slit
will be visible.
I started posing, enjoying the feel of the various fabric types on my ass
and pussy, and getting excited by doing lewd poses in front of my Mistress.
Bending down, especially, exposing my bottom to her, turned me on, and as
she once in a while casually caressed my buttocks, I was soon very moist
between my legs, and dribbling juice into the expensive panties. Mistress
Susan scolded me lightly for this, slapping my bottom a few times. Jill,
however, who dropped by to see how we were doing, just laughed and said she
enjoyed having her panties soiled with the juices of someone like me, and
the she picked up a pair I'd recently discarded and sniffed in my aroma with
appreciation. I blushed, unused to having a beautiful woman smell my panties
and praise me in this manner. Jill went out, to attend to other customers,
and I continued my posing.
Eventually we decided on five pairs of panties. Two were without frills, cut
high at the legs and made of heavy, cool silk. The other three pairs were
frilly, lacy things, barely covering my pussy and leaving much of my
buttocks bare. A baby doll nightgown, a few simple, but exquisite silk slips
and two tight teddies completed our shopping. Jill kissed Aunt Susan goodbye
with a long, lingering kiss, and also kissed me, while she briefly
intimately fondled my bottom. We then drove home, and Mistress Susan
instructed me to wear nothing in the house that she had not ordered. It was
up to her to decide how I should be dressed inside, and for today she
decided on a small pair of lacy, white panties and a matching silk slip that
barely reached my knees. Then she went out again, but first instructed me
that I was not to touch any of the stuff that she kept in the bedroom. She
had taken up residence in my parents' spacious bedroom and kept her cases
there.
In her absence I rapidly grew bored, and naturally decided to explore the
forbidden cases, and quickly discovered the reason why, Aunt Susan had
forbidden me access: In one of her suitcases I found a large collection of
magazines and books, depicting various lewd and sexual acts between women.
Some showed women licking each others private parts, tongues exploring
pussies or tight arse-holes. There were girls being seduced by older women,
and having their young, naked pussies ravaged by knowing fingers or
vibrators. Some were even being fucked by women wearing imitations of cocks.
Huge they were, and penetrated both holes and seemed to give much pleasure
to the girls being violated.
There were also many magazines dealing with spankings. One really fired my
imagination. It
was a story of a young girl caught masturbating alone in a classroom by an
older female teacher.
The girl was about my age, dressed in a skimpy school uniform, but wearing
lacy panties very
similar to the ones I was wearing. The girl was reading in a sex magazine
and getting turned on,
so she licked her finger and started to fondle her pussy, and after putting
her hand into the tight
panties, caressed her wet slit. Her legs were spread and her skirt up around
her waist showing
her pantie-covered crotch. A woman teacher now strode in, discovered the
unfortunate girl, and
with eyes flashing in anger, the teacher ordered the girl to bend down and
grab her ankles. The
girl tearfully complied, and exposed her lovely, firm ass, which the teacher
without further ado
proceeded to spank until it glowed crimson. The teacher then forcefully
kissed the crying girl
and forced her to lick her ass and cunt, after which the teacher poured cold
dairy cream over the
spanked ass of the girl and soothed her pain and made her come with oily
fingers delving into
the young girls ass-hole and lubricated cunt.
I was getting very aroused leafing through these exiting magazines, and I
started to rub my wet pussy, enjoying the feel of my new panties on my warm
flesh. As I sat there, on the floor of my parents' bedroom, looking at
forbidden pictures of naked women having sex with other women, I felt a
whole new world opening for me. A world where dark and forbidding Mistresses
dominated simpering slave girls. Where teachers delivered corporeal
punishment to naughty school girls, and driving lessons ended in violent
consensual, lesbian sex on the backseat. Tied up girls were forced to endure
tortures involving hot wax and strange clamps and devices. Cunts where
whipped and spanked, asses paddled and slapped, breasts tied up and nipples
abused.
I thought of my spanking last night. How Mistress Susan had made me explode
into an all-consuming orgasm by treating my bottom to a skillful spanking
and finger-fucking my tight anus. And as I caressed my sopping pussy through
the soft fabric of my new panties, images of what Aunt Susan could do to my
body, if I relinquished control and let her dominate me, passed through my
fervid mind, making me tremble and shudder with sweet and dark anticipation.
I wanted to submit to her, to worship her majestic body and to be forced
into doing unspeakably lewd acts, and to be punished for being such a
naughty girl... I was very naughty, sitting her manipulating my snatch, with
lesbian bondage magazines spread around me, in my parents' bedroom. But I
couldn't control myself.. I had to frig myself, to come.. I was so excited
by all the fantasies, all the pictures I'd been studying so closely...
- What are you doing, you overexcited little slut!
Aunt Susan strode into the room, eyes flashing, hands on her hips, anger
evident in every move of her wonderful body.
- I..I.. was.. looking for... and then.. I.. found... and....
I had no excuse for what I had been doing, and with some trepidation
realized that Mistress Susan had me right where she wanted me: Caught in the
act. I could feel the tension in the air, and the inevitable punishment,
that was to be mine. I shuddered, afraid, but also in anticipation of
pleasure.
- I told you not to touch my things! But of course you couldn't keep away.
You had to satisfy your randy pussy by touching yourself, while looking at
these lewd pictures! Didn't I tell you not to touch that pussy, unless I
ordered you to?
- Y..yess.. Mistress. You did.. I'm sorry, Mistress!
- You will indeed be sorry, when I'm through with you, Rita! Very sorry. On
your knees now, and hands behind your head.
I knelt in front of my Mistress, not daring to look her in the eyes.
- Look at me, slut!
Her voice was dangerously low, and resonant with promise of punishment. I
managed to look at her, and fell into her steely gaze and as Mistress
Susan's eyes bored into mine I felt my body respond. My nipples tensed and
stiffened and I felt my cheeks heating up. There I was, 13 years old lesbian
slave girl, kneeling before my aunt, my pussy dripping with excitement, and
I was about to descend into the sticky quicksand of sexual submission.
Wanting it. Longing for it. Waiting for the harsh hand of a severe Mistress
kneading my young and expectant flesh.
- I'm going to blindfold you now, Rita. There is much you need to learn, and
it's a valuable lesson for you, not to be able to see what I'm going to
subject you to.
Mistress Susan then proceeded to fit a leather blindfold tightly over my
eyes, taking care that absolutely no light came through. She then handcuffed
my hands behind my neck, and ordered me to stand up. She left me there,
alone and blindfolded, for an indeterminable time, allowing me to cool off,
and making my trepidation at the situation increase. What was she planning
to do with me? Was she really going to hurt me? Again last nights spanking
and the pictures I had seen in the bondage magazines flickered through my
confused mind. Then felt her behind me and her hands roughly pummeled my
breasts beneath the silky slip. She tweaked my nipples hard and her fingers
dug deeply into my soft tit-flesh. I moaned. A sharp, electric heat was
developing in my bosom, beneath the throbbing pain her treatment was
causing.
- I'm going to make your nipples stiff and erect now, Rita. And then I'm
going to fit you with nipple-clamps. They are going to bite into your little
buds, keeping them hard for me.
I remembered nipple-clamps from some pictures I'd seen today, and gasped. I
had no idea how much they would hurt my sensitive nubs.
- It will be painful, but you long for pain, don't you? You've been such a
naughty little girl today, leafing through my magazines, getting hot and
randy, fingering your wet little slit, trying to frig yourself to an illicit
orgasm, without my permission. And naughty little girls doing such nasty
things should be punished, shouldn't they?
- Y..es, Mistress. I've been very naughty... Please punish me.. for being
naughty... Mistress..
- Ahh. I like that in a slave girl! That she has the presence of mind to ask
for discipline! Well, done, Rita!
Aunt Susan then drew my slip up over my bosom, left it hanging round my neck
and proceeded to suck my right nipple into her mouth, she then pinched it,
and suddenly I felt cold metal biting into the sensitive protuberance. I
gasped. It hurt. It hurt a lot. Slowly my Mistress tightened the clip and my
swollen nubbin ached dully. Then the left nipple was treated in the same
manner, and Mistress Susan licked each imprisoned bit of throbbing flesh
with her tongue, causing some relief from the pain that engulfed me.
The slip dropped, and silk slithered over my stiff, clipped nipples. It was
exquisite! And Mistress Susan knew it! She was undoubtedly enjoying my
predicament and knew exactly what sensations her actions were causing in my
inexperienced body. The pain in my teats had changed now. To a pulsing
numbness pumping sweetness into my blood. I moaned, involuntarily, and
u*********sly pushed my bosom out, hoping for contact with the cool silk.
- Such a slut!
Whispered my beloved Mistress into my ear. And flicked devilish fingers over
my silk-covered bosom.
- A lovely slut, with clipped nipples. Enjoying her session of submission
and punishment. Aren't you, dear?
I nodded. Indeed I was. Until now.
- Answer me!
SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.
Hard slaps rained on my breasts, making them jiggle and bounce within the
confinement of the slip.
- YES! Please.. Mistress.. I'm enjoying it.. my punishment..
The slapping stopped.
- Very well. I know you are. But you must respond, Rita. You must let go and
only follow my lead. Then I'll take you to places you've never dreamt
off....
Her warm mouth engulfed my silk-covered right breast, a limber tongue
tickled my blood-engorged, clamped nipple, and a pulsing agony made me gasp
as a torrent of confused feelings rushed over me. My young body was torn
between pain and growing arousal, and as Mistress Susan lovingly sucked my
other, tortured tit into her mouth, I cried out. Not for her to stop, but
because I was incapable of any other reaction. My Mistress then stood close
to me, embracing my trembling body, as I felt the coolness from evaporating
moisture tantalize my stiff nipples, causing them to swell even further,
straining against their metal confinement. She had such skills, this
wonderful woman! She knew how to sweeten the pain she gave with just the
right dose of pleasure, timing my arousal. She played my body, and at the
same time enticed my mind with her suggestive words, wrapping me in a foggy
world of delirious sensation. I could only surrender to her, letting her
sweep me away and blindly trust her skills. Nothing I had ever experienced
came even close to providing me the total satisfaction she was giving me.
Soul and body, I was her submissive, her slave, her lesbian love-slut.
And as that realization swept over me, I cried, and quiet, salty tears fell
from behind my tight blindfold, only to be licked carefully from my heated
cheeks by Mistress Susan.
- Ssssh, dear Rita. Trust me, trust your Mistress. Let yourself go. Submit
to me. Mind and body. Submit....
I nodded, and managed to stutter:
- Y.yee.. yess, Mistress.. I..I submit... I'm your.. your slave-girl.. I...
love you, Mistress... Your lesbian slave-slut loves you... Please. Please
let me be your love-slave..
- Thank you, Rita! I love you too, very much. You are a perfect little
love-slave, and I'm looking forward to training you. Yes, Rita, you may be
my slave-slut, my love-slave, my little lesbian submissive. Kiss me!
My mouth melted against hers, for an eternity, as she sucked on my willing
tongue, rained hard kisses on my receptive lips, and let her sweet breath
mingle with mine. Afterwards, I almost couldn't stand on my legs, but
Mistress Susan held me up and moved behind me.
- I going to spank your naughty, little pussy now, my darling slut. So
spread your legs as far as you possibly can.
I hurried to comply with her order, eager to please her, and totally under
the spell she was weaving about us.
- So, Rita. What would you like me to do?
- Please spank my naughty pussy, Mistress. Please punish me, Mistress.
- I will... I will...
And indeed she did. My new lacy panties were stretched tightly over my
mound. My Mistress towered above me, and with one hand grabbed the panties
and pulled them even tighter, at the same time lifting the slip up, thus
uncovering my moist slit and puffed pussy-lips. With her other hand she then
started spanking my exposed cunny. She used her flat hand, and initially she
did not use much force. Soft slaps rained over my pussy, causing my outer
labia to swell with the increased blood-flow, and a throbbing heat soon made
my moist snatch even wetter.
- You are enjoying this, aren't you?
- Yes... Mistress... I'm .. I need to have my pussy spanked... I.. I love
it.... It makes me.. hot... Mistress....
- Mmmm, yes.. too hot perhaps.. I'll have to be more severe with you, I
expect...
She slapped me harder then, and stinging pain numbed my overexcited pussy
somewhat. Then she stopped, left me for a moment, but soon returned and