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Andrew had recently got a new job. We were driving to spend Saturdaywith his new boss, John, and his wife. I had not met either of them and I knewI wanted to make sure that they liked me. Their house was about 45 minutesaway from ours and on the drive I found myself daydreaming about the past.About my adolescence.

Just before I left school I had a crush on a young teacher. It was her firstteaching post and she was only just older than me, though she actually onlytaught me a couple of lessons per week. She also lived around the corner fromme. It was an all girls school so apart from talking about boys all the timethere were the relationships that sprang up between girls and, though oftenderided, were fairly frequent. I had never had a crush on a girl before, certainlynot a teacher before.

The teacher I liked was called Miss Pembleton, Susan, and she was beautifuland everything I wanted to be. I tried to hang out with her as often as possible.It wasn't always possible and she could have laughed at the doe eyed girl thatI was and told me to go away but she didn't. I suppose it must have been veryobvious. My friends often poked fun at me and made me embarrassed but she wouldjust smile at me as though she found the situation amusing.

It wasn't the humiliations from the others that caused me the most problemto be honest, it was to be expected, even I realised that. The humiliationof knowing that I had little, if any control, over my own responses or my ownbody was the worst thing. It was that knowledge; that my sex filled with liquidswhenever Susan was near me, when I heard Susan's voice, and if she asked anythingof me. I wasn't even thinking in terms of Susan as a lover, I hadn't even thoughtthat far, it was simply that she caused such a sexual response in me. The knowledgethat Susan was in control of my arousal was the worst, even though of courseshe didn't know anything. I presumed that I could keep this secret to myself.

One eventful afternoon I had raced to find her and had found Susan talkingwith other girls. I hung around self-consciously and gradually all her studentswent there separate ways. I was excited as I had never just been left alonewith her without others being there. I could feel myself trembling.

"Do you want to come to my place?" I couldn't believe my luck.My face was beet red and I was frightened I would make a fool of myself byspeaking. I nodded and walked alongside her listening to her tell me aboutthings that were going on in her life, leaving me to nod or shake my head.At the house she got us both a coke and we went upstairs into the room sherented. It was a large wonderful room, a little more untidy than I expectedin my mind but it was cool.

Susan lay on the bed and I sat on the sat on it by her feet, twisting aroundto see her as she lay with her hands behind her head. Her legs were exposedhigh up her thighs and her breasts were pushed forward. I could feel myselfblushing and leaking.

"You don't have a boyfriend do you?"

"No." Embarrassed, my voice croaking somewhat.

"Do you want one?"

"I don't know really. I have never really thought much about it." Feelingfoolish. Not wanting to suggest any other allegiances could hold anything forme.

"Does your pussy ever get wet and itchy?" I nearly died. This wasSusan, my teacher, my dream woman. I felt my face explode even though I thoughtI was red before. I looked at the bedcovers with great attention. I thoughtI might cry. Eventually I nodded. She looked at me, her eyes boring into me,though she smiled, a smiled which made me feel so naïve and young.

"Are you wet now?" The silence grew and grew again. Finally I nodded.

"What makes you wet?" Did she know? Was this innocent? My breathwas problematic. I nodded my head dumbly. The silence grew. I wanted to go.I wanted to stay. I was caught in the headlights of the biggest truck of mylife. A tear rolled down one cheek. I was afraid to move, even to hide it.I felt the bed move, felt her hand softly caress the tear across my burningcheeks.

She pulled me back slightly so I lay down over the bed with my legs overthe edge. She was kneeling next to me, bending over me now as I stared up atthe white ceiling. Soon her hair fell over my face, blocking out my view ofthe ceiling, all I could see was her face. I could smell her perfume. Her facewas inches from me.

"Emma, you want to tell me don't you? What is it that makes you so wet?" Hervoice was husky and her breath smelt of past peppermints. I closed my eyesand felt them fill with hot salty tears again. "Tell me."

"Oh you know..."

"Tell me." The silence was never ending as she looked down at me.

"You." A whisper pulled from me to fill the silence.

"Me? I make you wet? I can't believe that." Oh she could.

Her mouth touched me and her lips were burnt from my cheeks. Little kissescovered my eyes as wetness leaked from there too. "You are wet now aren'tyou?" I didn't know whether she meant my eyes or not. I simply whimpered.Her mouth moved until it covered mine. Open over mine. Mine open to hers inshock. I couldn't move other than that. I was aware of the crack in my buttocksfeeling wet as liquids ran down from me more and more. Her fingers slid undermy blouse and over my stomach, over and over in the space between jeans andbra. Cool fingers, soft, touching me, Susan's fingers touching my flesh. Ilay passively as her mouth caressed my lips and her fingers traced under thefastening of my jeans tantalisingly. My body felt as though I was liquid asher lips continued to touch mine. My eyes were closed allowing the sensationsof touch to take me. I felt her fingers deftly under my jeans and the zip openedas her hand slid inside over the lower half of my stomach. My back arched underher touch. My breath was so shallow I wondered if I might faint.

I was very aware that my pubic hairs were covered more and more by her fingersand her hand clutched me tighter and tighter in the confines of my jeans. Agonisinglyher finger tip played just short of my sex. The longer it stayed there themore my feelings of sheer panic turned into desperate need.

"Lift, and push them down. Just a little." Her mouth breathed thecommand into my face. My hips rose a fraction and my jeans were slowly tuggeda little lower, just allowing cooler air to reach my lips before her fingerssettled over them. I jerked suddenly up at her touch. She soothed me still.

"Oh God you are wet, little one." Her head moved away. I dare notopen my eyes to see, knowing what she was looking at. I shuddered. "Youand your panties are sodden. I didn't realise you were so wet, little one.Is this all because of me?" I couldn't move despite the total shame. Ididn't want her to stop touching me. "Well is it?" I tried to sayyes but my voice wouldn't work. I choked vaguely then nodded. Her fingers beganto play with me. I felt her all over my wet and puffy lips and gradually moreinsistently around my clit. It was totally humiliating and yet I was totallyspellbound. Her mouth reached down again. Kissing and licking my face she mademe feel so wanted, so alive. Her fingers at one end of me her mouth at theother and my face covered with her hair so I could not see any of it, justfeel.

She stopped a moment. "Emma do you want me to carry on?" Her voicedeeper now.

"Oh yes. Oh yes."

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to do anything else?"

"Oh yes." A soft husky voice came from me. "Please."

"Tell me what you want my baby. Tell me exactly. Come on." Shespoke into my face. Giving me kisses as full stops. I was embarrassed and shamed.I couldn't speak. Her fingers touched me again briefly and then were not there. "Tellme!"

"Please. Please... I want... I want you... to touch... finger... me...my... my pussy." She did and I came almost immediately. The world seemedto stop for an age. I seemed stuck by pleasure. I didn't want the situationto change, ever. A pink cloud invaded me thoughts, then my body shook withthe ferocity of it. I spasmed and spasmed under her mouth and under her fingers.My hairs and hers were stuck to my face. My breathing was ragged. She kissedme softly.

I lay compliant as my blouse and bra came off. Susan's hands and mouth exploredmy small pert tits. Pleasure pulsed through me still, it was like a warm hazein me. My jeans were pulled off. I realised that I was naked, Susan had mademe naked, had wanted me naked. I watched as she stood and pulled her own clothesoff revealing her beautiful body. She was really beautiful. She lay next tome. I could feel the heat from her skin on mine; I could feel the thumpingof her heart inside her as she pulled my face to her breasts. I rubbed my faceover them, took the nipples in my mouth and suckled as her fingers played inmy hair.

"You're mine now aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Who do you belong to now, little one?"

"You."

"Just me?"

"Yes."

"Is that what you want?"

"Oh yes."

I felt a push onto my shoulders and wasn't sure what to do. I looked up ather face.

"Kiss me." I began to move up. "No. Kiss my pussy. Pleasureme now. That's what you're for now isn't it? To give me pleasure."

"Yes."

I had never done this before but it seemed to come naturally. I slid downbetween her thighs and she lifted them on each side of me. Looking up I sawher hands on her own breasts, the nipples standing proudly to attention. Ikissed her skin. I kissed her thighs that enveloped me, then moved to her pussy.I had never seen another girl's pussy before. It seemed similar to mine butseeing it so close and looking so open was a shock and my heart raced. Shewas wet, I could see it on the pin folds. I could smell her perfume of excitement.She wanted me to do this I thought happily. My mouth moved forward and I kissedher mound delicately. A hair attached itself to me and I rubbed it clear beforekissing her labia. They seemed large and swollen, they gaped with her spreadlegs. I licked her and her taste overwhelmed me. I didn't know what to do andfear washed through me thinking I may not do it correctly, not give her pleasure.I pretended my tongue was a finger, and thought of what I would like. It wasfar better than a finger. It could lap and stab and probe and all the timeI could taste my new wonderful lovers juices.

I licked and kissed her and slowly found both a rhythm and the things thatshe seemed to respond to most. Her body moved and jerked as I held onto herbottom. Soon I could tell that she was going to cum. Her hands grasped my headand forced me against her, rubbing my head over her, taking control. My facewas covered in her earthy juices. I felt her hot slippery flesh grinding overmy mouth and face. I thought I might suffocate. I desperately needed her tocum too. Against me, using me, because of me. She did and I almost came againas her body jerked and arched against me.

We lay there like that together for a while, me between her spread legs,her laying back breathing heavily and staring vaguely at the ceiling. My facepressing against her pussy and my tongue moving lazily over her.

"Will you think of what you have done later? Will you finger that wetpussy and think of me, little slut?"

"Oh yes." Blushing at the name and seeing myself later fingeringmyself wildly at my memories.

"Would you like it if I let my little slut do it again?"

"Oh god yes." My pussy felt like it had been touched.

Andrew's voice intruded suddenly. "What was that? I didn't hear youproperly." I looked at him realising I must have spoken aloud.

"I'm falling asleep. That's all." Trying desperately to cover up.

"That's OK, I'll wake when we are near." I closed my eyes feelingmy face redden. My thoughts wandered again quickly. I realised that my pantieswere damp.

Another day. "So why are you here?" I was unable to read Susan'sface. I was standing in her downstairs lounge. It had been the first time thatwe had been alone since that fateful time a few days ago when she had lovedme. Since then my head had been in a spin. Each time I had seen her I had beenscared that she would reject me, but she hadn't, nor had she done much aboutit. Obviously we had to keep it quiet but occasionally I had felt her handon my shoulder or stoking my hair. Once she had kissed my cheek, but this wasthe first time with real privacy.

"To see you."

"And what had you hoped would happen?" Her face changed and shegrinned at me. I relaxed and literally felt my shoulders unwind.

"I just wanted to be with you."

"I think you wanted more than that, didn't you, my little pet?" Shemoved behind me and as she held my shoulders gently I felt her lips on my neck.My eyes closed as I moved my neck to allow her access but otherwise I was afraidto move. "I think you wanted more than just to see me, didn't you?"

"Yes. Yes." I mumbled.

"And what did you want?"

"This."

"I think you wanted more didn't you? I think you wanted much more."

"Yes. Yes." My breathing was loud and I felt dizzy. My body pulsed.I felt her fingers on my tits through my blouse and I pushed forward into herhands. She was gentle and harsh in such sweet rhythms. I felt her fingers undoingthe buttons and removing my blouse.

"Here? Not here, please, someone may come." My eyes didn't open.

"Oh yes Pet. Here. It'll be you that cums. Eventually." She laughed.

"Someone may see."

"That's right little one, they may. But I want you naked here, now.You want to please me don't you?"

"Yes. Yes." I murmured as her fingers undid my bra and both thatand my blouse fell to the floor. Her fingers took my tits. Her hands took possessionof me. She squeezed and caressed. Her fingers teased and pulled my nipplesuntil I was lost in pleasure. I pressed my naked back against her softnessand eventually I felt her she unfastened my shorts and they slid down my legs.

"This is the last time...." Her face was at my neck still.

"Oh no. Please. No. Susan please." She chuckled against me.

"You want to see me again?"

"Yes. Of course. Yes."

"I wasn't going to say I wasn't going to see you again I was going tosay that this is the last time that I undress you. I like you naked and I haveundressed you enough. You will do it in future wont you?"

"Oh yes. Oh yes." Relief.

"When you see me again and we are alone you will immediately strip forme wont you my pet?"

"Yes." One hand was at my tits the other lower, fingers were atmy sex, touching and rubbing me through my panties. My head was thrust backopening up my neck, allowing her to know that I was hers.

"You'll strip for me as soon as we are alone without being told andyou'll make me happy knowing that my little pet is giving her rude little bodyto me. Will you like that?"

"Oh yes. Oh yes!" She had fingered me through my panties now untilI was whimpering. I wanted her to touch me directly. I wanted to feel her directlyon me.

"What will you do?"

"I'll undress for you. Be naked for you."

"Yes that's a good girl. You will. For me."

"Mmmm."

Her fingers were more and more insistent. I could feel the pleasure mountingbut then she stopped and walked away from me as I stood shaking. I stood watchingas she deftly undid her skirt and stepped from it, and then, as she sat, pulledoff her panties as I stared at her, yearning filling me.

"Now take off those sodden panties of yours and come and lick me likemy slut." I did as I was told eagerly.

"Come on Emma, wake up, we're there." I opened my eyes as we pulledinto a large drive. My body was aroused. I sat up and tried to empty my minddesperately hoping my wetness had not come through onto my trousers.

The house was lovely. We parked in the drive and knocked the big knockeron the old wooden door. I knew Andrew would be good, he was in these situationsand if not he would respond quickly to my suggestions. John opened it and waseffusive with his welcome. The hall was large and sunny, decorated with style,real paintings on the wall. John seemed quite pleasant, quite a few years olderthan Andrew I guessed but very pleasant and quite attractive. He took my jacketand showed us through to the lounge, sitting us down and asking us if we wouldlike drinks. The room was large and decorated as the hall with taste, I wasbeginning to be quite impressed.

John returned. "I'm sorry I am informed by my dear wife that lunch isready for serving and we have to go through." He looked amusingly sheepish.I had seen the same look on Andrews face at times. A man controlled by hiswife and accepting it. I smiled and we walked through. And then I nearly died.Susan stood there smiling at us all. My legs felt weak and my breath caught.People moved and I moved, I felt like an automaton. Susan came over and kissedmy cheek, her perfume enveloping me, her hands on my shoulders. Everyone satdown and the chatting began, becoming less formal as we began to eat the starterthat was already on the table. No one said anything about me and Susan, aboutus knowing each other. I was afraid. I couldn't say anything.

During the meal I found that my appetite had virtually disappeared and my stomachfelt queasy. I sipped wine as little as I could but needed desperately todo something. Susan had left teaching apparently. Now happy to stay at home.When I replied to questions I admitted my teaching position. The long holidaysthat were just beginning for me were a focus of debate for some time. Susanamusingly told the group her experiences of teaching without mentioning thefact that she had taught me. Each time I looked up I saw her eyes on me,felt them burning into me. I tried not to look at her beautiful smile butI knew it was always there. I felt as naked as when I had stood naked beforeher. Yes, she had liked that, and so had I. I sat blushing furiously. I triedto think of making love to Andrew instead. I looked at him as he talked enthusiasticallyabout everything. I imagined us in bed but it actually seemed so mundaneand other thoughts seeped in without asking.

Standing behind a rack of dresses in a clothes shop feeling her hand on mythigh, feeling the hem of my skirt being pulled higher until fingers foundmy pussy wet and ready, always so wet and ready for her. Without knickers ofcourse, she would forbid me to wear those whenever she chose. It both scaredand excited me. Her finger teasing my clit until I was literally shaking withthe need to cum, desperate to keep some control over my body so I would nottotally embarrass myself or her in the shop. Being left on the edge whimperingas she laughed and moved away. Being left full of need until she decided Ideserved it.

I felt like that now I realised. I knew I was sodden, my nipples ached. Ithought of excusing myself and going to the toilet but couldn't stir myselffrom the stupor. I couldn't understand the lack of control I had over my body,its refusal to do my bidding. The control over my life that I had studiouslyattempted over the years had simply evaporated in her eyes. I knew that I hadmarried Andrew because I could control him and that I wouldn't be at the mercyof his whims. I wanted to cry. Andrew was so full of conversation that luckilymy lack of it seemed to go unnoticed.

We took our coffees and drinks into the lounge. The wetness between my thighsobvious with each movement of my legs. I desperately hoped that it wouldn'tshow on my skirt. We hadn't even sat down before John's mobile rang. He apologisedand wandered from the room listening and with the occasional comment or nod.In moments he was back.

"I'm sorry but there is a problem at the office. I think I need to goin. I am sorry."

"Can I help?" Andrew always so enthusiastic.

"Yes I suppose you could if you don't mind. Would that be alright withyou too ladies? We shouldn't be more than an hour or so." I sat therewith my eyes wide, a rabbit caught in shock. I heard the conversation quicklymove around me.

"Yes, us girls can find lots to do and talk about from the past." Mymouth opened and closed as I heard this. Andrew was already up and kissingme goodbye. We went to the door to see them off. I kissed him again as thoughI wouldn't see him again. They left, I watched them wave and the car disappear.The ground seemed precarious beneath my feet as I followed Susan back intothe room watching her bare tanned legs and swinging hips in her short skirt.Grateful for the security of my chair I sat down.

She stood by her seat and picked up her drink, lifting and drinking as shelooked at me over the rim of the glass. Her figure outlined against the window.Her waist showing off her hips and breasts.

"Every cloud so to speak."

"I don't know what you mean." My voice sounded high and strained.

"Oh I think you do." Grinning. "Do you ever think of our secret,how you were with me? Do you still get as wet as you used to thinking of whatwe did?" I opened my mouth to speak without anything coming out. All Icould hear was the pounding of blood in my ears and the feel of heat, suchintense heat on my face. I tried desperately for some control over the situation.

"That was a long time ago." My throat dry.

"I didn't say it wasn't. I asked about your fantasies." I lookedat the floor, away from her eyes. "You used to please me so much." Shedrained her glass.

"Did I?" I whispered it. Not able to ignore it. Craving and yetfearful of her answer and where it would lead.

"Oh yes. You were a good little girl then. You did as you were toldimpeccably."

She came and sat on the edge of my chair, her fingers stroked my hair, gentlypulling my head back until it lay along the back my throat upturned, exposed,vulnerable. Her fingers playing over my cheeks and mouth. My breathing raggedagain. I felt my nipples hardening on my thrust out breasts. I couldn't understandwhy my body would betray me. Angry at it I felt the need to say something.

"I'm married Susan. I'm not a lesbian. I'm not. I'm married."

"Hush child." Her ministrations continued.

"I've got my life sorted now. Please. I'm married, in control of things,Andrew is good."

"Does he do what you tell him like John does for me?"

"Yes." Her fingers were on my throat now. Her eyes held mine intheir grasp.

"That's good," she soothed. "Does being in control make youas wet as when you were controlled by me?"

"No." The word just popped out. I felt my face blush again. "But..." Ilapsed into silence.

"You're wet now aren't you Emma?" I looked at her and closed myeyes trying to hide.

"Open your eyes again Emma. I asked you a question." Her face wasmuch nearer. I had to lick my lips again.

"Yes."

Her mouth came down to my face and kissed me. Lots of little kisses overmy face and lips. Her fingers were on my chest, slowly moving over my skin.I realised I was whimpering. My lips began to kiss back. Her hand slid insidemy top, inside my bra, over my breasts. I moaned loudly into her mouth. I waslost. Her hand played with my nipples, squeezing them, twisting. I was pushingup to her now and her tongue entered my mouth and I opened for her. My nippleswere on fire now. She kissed and kissed me and played with my nipples untilI was squirming. Hurting but not hurting for some reason.

"Your body is mine Emma. You know that don't you? I want to see it Emma.I want you naked for me like before. You want that too don't you?"

"Please. Please. They'll come home"

"Do it for me. Now Emma."

Still kissing her I began to struggle with my clothes. I kicked my shoesoff, I had my trousers undone and pushed down before she told me to stand.I stood. My trousers hanging loose around my thighs, one breast hanging out,my straps down. It was embarrassing.

"Carry on." I did until I was naked. I was panting. She smiledat me. I was naked for her again. Oh God it felt both good and awful. Her handmoved and touched my thigh, it moved apart immediately. It wasn't me in controlanymore. I was hers. Hers. A tear fell down my cheek but my hips jerked asshe held me in her hand.

"Oh my! You are still that wet little slut I knew and loved. You areever wetter than I remember. Aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"You know."

"Tell me."

"Because... because... of you. And... what you make me do."

"What's that my little wet slut Emma?"

"Obey you." A quiet whisper and my hips jerked out of control againsther hand. Slippery, disgustingly wet and bloated.

"Good girl. Cum for me now." I held her wrist with my hands asI grunted and desperately rubbed my pussy against her hand. It didn't matterwhat I looked like then, nor the sounds that came from my mouth or my soddenpussy. Nothing mattered any more apart from my need for her to let me cum.I remember being terrified that she would stop me before I reached it but shedidn't. Suddenly I was rigid, pressing against her. The next moment the peaceshattered and I was crying out and jerking like a mad woman on her hand.

Gradually my awareness returned. I was kneeling, my head on her bare legs.

"What do you say Emma?"

"What? What?"

"Say thank you to your Mistress for letting you cum."

"Mistress?"

"Yes Emma. I am your Mistress aren't I? And you are my slut. I own yourbody now. I own your sex. You are giving it all to me again aren't you? Rememberwhat it feels like to know that Emma? You want to be owned don't you slut,you want to submit?" Her voice hypnotic.

"Yes Mistress."

"And what do you say now, slut?"

"Thank you Mistress. Thank you for letting me cum."

"That's a good little slut. Oh yes."

She stood up, pressing against my nakedness. I felt her undo her skirt, feltthe material slide against me. I could smell her excitement. I wanted her.I wanted to please her. My pussy pulsed more juices from within. "Takethem off me." I pulled down her panties, down her legs and off her feet.Now pleasure your Mistress, slut."

I kissed her shoes, her feet. I kissed up each leg. Licking her skin to tasteevery part of her. Slowly up her legs until I got to the top of her thighs.I was afraid. I didn't want to upset her. Her fingers slid into my hair andshe opened herself with her fingers, she was dark pink inside, glistening.The smell of her arousal was in my nose strong. I looked at her matted hairover her mound and the thick lips pouting open slightly. She held me just awayfrom her. Her fingers caressed her clit, running around her lips.

"What do you want slut?"

"Please. To kiss you."

Her finger left her sex and suddenly I felt her hand slash across my cheek.It didn't hurt a lot but the shock was tremendous. "Mistress!"

"Sorry Mistress." I blurted out quickly. "Sorry Mistress.Please can I lick you? Please? Sorry."

"That's better slut. Do it. Now"

Her hand in my hair pulled me to her. Oh yes. I kissed those lips. I feltthe flesh of her mound and the slit of her sex. I tasted the juices from myMistress's pussy. I licked and kissed her gently all over, exploring her flesh,exploring her responses. I slid over her. My face, my mouth, my lips, my tongue,giving her pleasure. Her body was pressing rhythmically against me. My neckached due to having to bend up between her open legs. she fucked my face. Herjuices covering me. Grinding her open pussy into my face, over my face, fillingme with the taste and smell of her. My own body pulsing strongly. I wantedto cum but couldn't. I was for her pleasure not mine. She came. She allowedit out from within so slowly and with such control. Not like me, not like theanimal slut I was, but with poise like everything else about her. I dared lookup and found her with her eyes closed, a hand grasping a breast. I watchedher as she relaxed and she half opened her eyes and looked down at me, my mouthstill at her pussy.

"You're beautifully submissive Emma."

Her sex thrust forward again and I was rubbed over her, trying to lick topleasure, trying to kiss, but really I was being used to fuck Mistress. Shecame again.

After I was told to lay on the carpet at her feet, with my legs spread wideand up, my arms beneath me, my hands grasping my buttocks so my open pussythrust up as did my tits. It felt so perversely thrilling to be so openly displayedto someone else, to have my wantonness displayed so explicitly. Susan, my Mistress,wouldn't allow me to close my eyes either; I had to keep eye contact with heras she sat on the edge of the chair looking down on me. 'My Mistress', oh Godyes! My make-up had obviously been cleansed and was now replaced by her dryingcum and my own fluids cooled my thighs and hot sex. I imagined how I lookedto her and shuddered.

"You have a nice body, slut." She seemed to just talking aloudto herself. Her arm moved and her fingers idly played over my sensitive skin.The tips of them finally played delicately over my bloated lips making my stomachcramp at times as I tried to keep myself under control of sorts. "Now,do you want to give yourself to me fully? I don't want your marriage and outsidelife, just your body and sex. Well, do you want me to take you?"

"Yes." My throat dry. From the side I just had a moments impressionof her hand about to hit me. Hit my tit. I tried to take out my hand from underme but couldn't in time. The hand slapped my breast hard and I bucked up inpain beneath her. Pain, yet my vagina pulsed strongly, everything seemed somixed up.

"Mistress!"

"Oh yes, Mistress! Sorry Mistress! I am so sorry Mistress! I do wantto be yours Mistress! Please take me, please take me Mistress!"

Her fingertips had returned to my lips now. "Are you sure that you reallywant me to take you on again."

"Oh please Mistress! Please, I am yours Mistress"

"I might. If you are a good little slut"

"Oh yes, yes, I will be for you Mistress." Her fingers found myclit and I began to jerk my hips. "Oh God yes, Mistress."

"Will you be a very, very obedient slut for me?"

"Oh God yes. Yes Mistress." My words drifted into whimpers, thengrunts as she fingered me. I became aware that she was also playing with herself.

"Cum for me slut." It was an order. I came like a disgusting slut for her, screaming. My body bucking caught as it was by my hands beneath me and incapable of moving. I was a mass of pleasure.

She left me on the floor for a while. She came back clean and dressed. Iwas allowed to clean and dress myself and redo my make-up later as she watched.When the men came back they could see not the vaguest sign of my submission or of my acceptance of my new role.