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fancys Story
Tension at the studio had grown unbearable over the past months. Onyx
sulked, Brandi brooded, Terri pouted, and the kitten Jacqueline growled. The
four began fighting and competing for the attentions of Mistress Louise till
their jealousies were at a boiling point.
i was happy just being allowed to do menial jobs and wait for those moments
when Mistress needed a diversion from the lovely slave-girls, or when the savage
in Her took control. That always seemed to happen spontaneously. She would
quickly step into Her harness and enter the room with a masculine swagger. Her
dangling cock would bob at me seductively and She'd stroke it obscenely with a
sticky hand. Her other hand took practice swings at an imaginary ass with a
wooden paddle.
"Bend over little man, Mistress needs some foreplay. It was my favorite
type, it had been since Miss Rocky had paddled me when i was thirteen years old
and i almost creamed in my tight jeans. Mistress tapped my ass softly to
measure the distance then reared back. SWAT! The first sweet stinging slap
always made me yelp like an animal. "Wider dear, I know you're more anxious than
that. SWAT! She was strong; my chubby ass bounced to the paddle. "Wider, as
wide as you spread for the boys when you're begging to get fucked." SWAT! Then
another three or five or ten depending on Her mood. "That's it you little
tramp, make My cock ache for you. But no matter how wide i spread my legs She
would always kick them apart with Her thighs adding to my feeling of
vulnerability.
Her thrusts were always hard and urgent; She was driven by my loud moans of
gratitude and the dildo rubbing against Her swollen clit. i prayed that She
would find release from using me. i selfishly wanted Her back again and again
for this exquisite torture that left me sore for days, so i could masturbate
nightly to the vision of Her sweet bottom thrusting the cock into me over and
over again.
This morning three girls were bent over the breakfast bar reading the latest
edition of The Free Times while i sat on the floor with dozens of boots and
shoes that needed polishing. The kitten was nowhere in sight. They started
bickering and fighting like teenagers.
From my place on the floor i watched Mistress at Her computer and noticed
Her foot began tapping nervously. The ensemble chosen for that day was all a
vibrant red, Outrageously high-heeled pumps; lace topped stockings, and satin
corselet and panties. Her lips and nails were painted the same electric color.
She finally reached Her limit with the naughty slave-girls. "That's enough,
She shouted. "Present your bottoms! This instant!
The girls sheepishly lined up, bent over, clutching their ankles, while
Mistress fetched a leather strap from the implement rack. Each received five
fiery smacks in quick succession. Onyx turned a black-cherry red, Brandi's tawny
hide became crimson, and Terri's white bottom glowed a deep pink.
The slaves turned to Mistress Louise dancing from leg to leg and briskly
rubbing their sore bottoms. Their eyes and pussies glistened. "Go to your
room, stand in the corner, and don't anyone move until I call," She said.
"MOVE", and caught them each with the strap on their bouncing bottoms.
Mistress followed them down the hallway to their dormitory rooms. The strap
continued swinging in high arcs with loud cracks that punished their bottoms and
thighs. my hungry eyes followed the poetic movement of Her hips and bottom and
i was seized with an almost uncontrollable urge to press my lips to Her
posterior.
Mistress returned to Her computer and mumbled, "Beautiful women are always
such spoiled brats. Then realizing i was still in the room She added, except
for Me of course.
my eyes were fixed on the satin molded around Her "Royal Derriere, while i
dreamed my usual dreams about smothering and buttock worship. "Get your eyes off
My Ass, and your hands busy polishing those boots, fancypants. If I have to get
up again to strap your backside you'll regret it, She said, never looking
around. i quickly returned to a pair of red thigh-highs boots with my rag and
polish. A simple scolding makes me cower to Her Dominance.
The C.D. player was changing disks and a brief moment of silence allowed us
both to hear a scratching at the attic door. Mistress shrieked when She opened
it and found Jacqueline crying and covered with dust and grime from head to
tail.
"You poor baby. Mistress took Jacqueline in Her arms and smoothed her
hair. She kissed away her tears and rubbed the dirt away from her breasts and
bottom. "How did you get locked in there, darling?
Hesitatingly the kitten told her story. "I was just prowling around the
attic. Then I heard the other girls giggling, and the door close and lock. I'm
not sure, but I think they did it purposely.
Mistress shouted, "Onyx, Brandi, Terri, get in here this instant. She
removed a long handled maple wood paddle from the wall and took a seat in a
straight-backed chair.
The rules were simple and always adhered to, guilty until proven innocent,
spank first and ask questions later.
One by one, She hauled them over Her knee with their heads and toes scraping
the floor. Each received fifty swats to each cheek, every one followed by a
sharp crack as the paddle bounced off their round impudent bottoms. Onyx took
her punishment stoically; her round muscled bottom was accustomed to hard
spankings. Brandi trembled and cried. But poor Terri sobbed and screamed. Her
tiny freckled rump and ivory white skin were unaccustomed to serious
discipline. i felt sorry her until i saw the wanton look on her face, and her
puffy wet pussy. They lined up in front of Mistress again for the second time
this morning, hands clutching backsides and legs doing a discipline dance.
She spoke to Onyx first. "Wash my kitten, carefully. Fix her hair, do her
nails. Prepare a hot bubble bath for Jacqueline and Me. Make sure it's exactly
the right temperature." Mistress's fingers moved between the kitten's legs over
the prickly stubble. "I'll shave her Myself, would you like that baby?
Jacqueline purred.
"Brandi, I want a pitcher of Martinis and a bottle of chilled white wine in
My bedroom. Put the good satin sheets on the bed, the red set. And some snacks,
lobster and crab for Me, tuna for the kitten. Terri, I want candles and music
everywhere.
"All three of you massage her. But don't you dare get too ambitious, I want
her relaxed, not aroused.
The three slaves were in attendance as Mistress slid into the hot tub and
cuddled with the kitten. She washed her from head to toe and let Her soft
bubbly fingers linger in all the right places.
Jacqueline raised up on to the rim of the tub and spread her legs for
Mistress to delicately remove every remnant of hair with a safety razor. Her
pussy was bubbling with excitement.
They were patted dry by the attending slaves who watched as they marched to
the bedroom each with a hand curving around a tiny bottom. "Go to your rooms,
and remain there, She ordered.
Mistress had intended to make the three slaves girls watch, but quickly
changed Her mind. The pressures of business had taken their toll on the
beautiful Dominant. The Studio had gained international prominence. The movie
and mail-order business were flourishing. The web site consistently made the
Top Ten visited list. The pressures of caring for Her stable of slaves had
drained Her. She needed release from it all. So instead of a slave, She wanted
an anxious lover.
Louise and Jacqueline kissed long and eagerly till they found each wrapped
around the other. Their breasts and bellies were flattened together, legs
braided, one over one under, steamy crotches joined. Four hands and two mouths
were inadequate. Their nipples chafed together and they ground their hips to
some primitive rhythm. Thighs rubbed to the thrill of skin on skin sensation and
a soft, slippery heat.
Jacqueline lowered her head and painted a large circle around one nipple
with her tongue, while her fingers teased the other nipple. She placed a hand on
Louise's lower back and measured the arch of Her spine as the circle she was
drawing became smaller and smaller at an incredibly slow pace. When the back
was fully curved she took the nipple in her mouth twirling and sucking it, then
flicked the berry hard with her tongue, to soft, breathy moans.
Louise ran Her hands through Jacqueline's long black hair and held tightly,
afraid to let go. She wanted to scream "bite Me, and then as though by
telepathy felt the sharp white teeth sink into the erect flesh. She felt a low
cry building in Her belly and gripped Jacqueline tightly with Her thighs,
suddenly aware that they were smeared with juices. Her hips began to rotate and
the moan from deep inside Her gushed out.
Jacqueline's mouth moved to the other breast till it became tingly and sore,
then ran her tongue down to navel and belly. Her mouth lingered at the hipbones
teasingly till she saw the thighs eagerly part.
As her legs swung around
Louise licked her toes and feet, kissed her calves and thighs. Their hands
squeezed plump buttocks, then gently pried. Jacqueline stopped for a moment,
then lowered her teasing tickling tongue to the molten anus. Louise scooped some
of the juice oozing out of Jacqueline with Her fingers. She licked three clean,
then used the fourth to pry open the tiny pink opening She had fucked so many
times before.
They dipped their heads at exactly the same time. Each tongue lapped the
cream from either side of the clitoris, then traced small, gentle circles around
the protruding finger. They began sucking softly, running their tongues against
the innermost lips.
Louise used Her finger to push the skin back, exposing Jacqueline further.
Her tongue became a vibrating needle: drumming, humming, and piercing. She
inserted the tip of a finger into her vagina and moved it imperceptibly.
Jacqueline moaned with half-pleasure, half frustration. Her body danced with
small jerks.
Jacqueline blew softly over the temple and it contracted. She ran her thumb
over the bud, and the vagina contracted again. She softly spanked the pussy with
fingers of Her hand. She sucked harder like a drowning woman, driven by the
exotic taste. Her nose and mouth and cheeks rubbed against the wet flesh. Her
tongue darted out to lick the heady juice from her face like a lioness. Louise
started a slow rumbling and Jacqueline gripped Her buttocks tightly. Another
tender lick, another soft kiss, and it started for both of them.
Like live wires in a storm, jolts shot through them. Their skin burned and
without knowing their thighs squeezed tightly. The roots of Their sex exploded
with spasm after spasm. Their pelvises thumped pushing farther and farther.
Jacqueline's anus opened fully swallowing the wet finger. Then it became a
quite flutter. Then Their breathing returned to normal.
They drank heartily and fed each other, nibbling the crumbs from each
other's lips. They talked girl talk, and laughed at men's stupidity. Then came
together again, less urgently now. A slower more relaxed lovemaking, with a
longer more intense orgasm.
Louise knew that only Jacqueline understood the pressures of being Dominant,
She needed someone like that tonight. Late into the night after their third
lovemaking session They sat on the bed. The Martinis were long gone and the
wine bottle half empty. The candles had burnt to a faint flicker, and Nina
Simone wailed a song a of love from the stereo. They looked very deeply into
each other's eyes, and knew it was time for one final release.
"It's been so long," Louise said, then She crawled over Jacqueline's knee
for the spanking of Her life.
She gripped her tightly around the
waist leaving Her arms and legs free to kick and thrash, and sighed deeply at
the sight of the exquisite pretty bottom. Jacqueline was a skilled, hard
spanker. Her hand slapped very fast covering every inch of the offered bottom
and the tender thighs. With every smack Louise's body fought and jerked. Her
buttocks were hot and swollen; her thighs were warm and wet. Sweet, salty tears
were flowing down the cheeks of Her beautiful face.
"Arch," Jacqueline commanded. And little Louise pushed Her bottom out for
another twenty hard spanks. "Arch, again the order with another twenty. And
again and again came the command. Louise shamelessly stuck Her Ass out higher
and higher to meet each punishing slap. Her hips pumped lewdly like when She
fucked her slaves. The hot scalding glow in Her Buttocks spread between Her legs
with a burning intensity. She cried and kicked; She pumped and moaned.
The first wave wracked Her body like an ice pick with a roaring, echoing
orgasm. Her body jack-knifed violently, hips jerked and shuddered with a
frightening scream. Somewhere deep down in Her groin a raging moan rose slowly
to the surface and became a shrill cry. Twenty spasms followed with the
intensity of a seizure. Jacqueline's fingers were inside Her now milking every
last drop of pleasure till the spasms became a tremor and the tremor became a
quiver.
Light was dawning when then finally stopped. Jacqueline held Her tightly
and kissed Her ears and neck. "When We awake things will be back to normal.
You'll still be my Mistress and I'll still be Your slave. This night is our
secret, and ours only".
If You ask Me about the attic
episode, I'll tell the truth. Of course it was a lie I made up to get Your
attention. And I expect You'll give me a good whipping and let the other
slave-girls watch. I'll love You for it, as I love you now".
"Good night darling.
But Louise wasn't done. Jacqueline had done her work perfectly. Louise felt
warm and relaxed, and ready to return to work and to Her duties as Monarch. She
slithered to the floor. Her hands gripped Jacqueline's legs behind the knee and
pushed back revealing everything soft and pink. She dipped Her head.
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