Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 16:24:14 +0100
From: NB <anonymous.writer@gmail.com>
Subject: Becoming Anne 6 (lesbian/authoritarian)

(Thanks to all my readers for waiting for part 6)

 Katrin hadn't lied when she said she was going to take Anne in every room
of the house. As the sky darkened and evening fell, Anne found herself
walking naked through the house, seeing it in a completely different way to
how she had when she had been Michelle. She'd had sex and orgasmed more in
that one day than she'd ever managed in a week before but she still felt
good, the afterglow of so many climaxes still permeating her body, her
stretched muscles feeling like they did after a good workout, adding to the
glow.

As she passed each room, she remembered how Katrin had taken there. In the
bathroom, she'd pushed Anne up against the wall of the shower as the water
poured down over them, roughly spearing Anne with her fingers while
Katrin's mouth traversed her breasts, mixing kisses, licks and tiny bites.
As she'd begun to climax, Katrin had deliberately turned the dial of the
shower, turning the water ice cold, the shock of it sharpening her orgasm
to a delicate point of anguish and ecstacy.

In the spare room, she'd walked with a male swagger, her cock hanging
between her legs as she called Anne 'slut', spanking and slapping her as
she taught her to deep throat it, then beg for it as she knelt on the bed.
Downstairs in the main room she'd been the complete opposite, soft and
feminine as they rolled on the soft carpeted floor, letting Anne explore
her body as Katrin kissed and teased her, making love for what felt like
hours. In the study, she'd worn a wicked smile as she wore one of John's
shirts and sat in his chair, beckoning Anne to come straddle her lap, the
shirt riding up to reveal the strapon that filled her so deliciously.

She'd teased Anne with the prospect of taking her to the garden, going for
a naked walk out there before declaring it too cold, instead taking her
indoors, burying her head between Anne's legs as she sprawled over her car
in the garage, then opening her legs wide for Katrin's fingers in the
utility room next to it, her body stretching to balance as she perched on
the edge of a table.

Every room she walked through had those memories burned into it now, ones
that would last even after the scents of their day's exploration had faded
and gone. Anne stood in the kitchen now, her hand running over the surface
of the kitchen table, feeling the still damp part of it she'd ground
herself against as Katrin's fingers had brought her to the first climax of
the day. She remembered Michelle choosing that table, thinking of it's size
and practicality for the room, never considering how it would perfectly fit
her as she sprawled across it. As she walked to the fridge, she lifted her
fingers to her nose, breathing in the scent. Michelle would never have done
anything like this, but Michelle was buried deep within her, Anne not even
able to hear her voice protesting as she gave herself to Katrin in so many
different ways.

She took wine and water from the fridge, picking up a couple of glasses,
then heading upstairs to the bedroom where was Katrin was waiting to finish
the day in the one room she hadn't taken Anne in that day. Anne wondered
what she would do there as she pushed the door open.

Katrin was lying on her side, waiting for Anne. Her hair was swept back,
falling over her shoulders and down her back, her body naked except for the
harness she wore around her hips. As Anne poured them glasses of wine, she
noticed it was different to the one she'd taken earlier, the cock shorter
and more rounded.

"Lie with me." Katrin said, stroking the covers. Anne lay facing her, both
of them sipping their wine, the room slowly darkening as the last of the
daylight fled.

"You were wonderful today, Anne. You gave me everything I wanted, and I
think you're almost completely mine now, aren't you?"

"I'm yours, Miss." Anne said, trying to ignore the 'almost', trying not to
wonder what it might mean. "Completely yours."

"Not completely." Katrin said. "You've given me your mouth, your breasts,
your pussy, you've stretched and turned your body every way I've wanted it
to...but there's one part I've been saving for last. The part you've never
given anyone, that even Michelle wouldn't give to her husband."

As Katrin talked, her hand reached out to Anne, stroking down her side
until it rested on her hip, the tips of her fingers pressing against the
soft flesh of her rear. Anne could feel Michelle rising within her again,
memories of the times John had asked for that and the rows it had caused
flashing unbidden through her mind.

"Will you give it to me, Anne? Are you mine?"

Anne's hand moved up, touching the strip of fabric that was tied around her
neck, remembering the day before, how she'd knelt before Katrin, then how
she'd felt today whenever Katrin's fingers had strayed between her cheeks.

"Totally and completely, Miss."

Katrin smiled and the grip of her hand became tighter. "Good. I never
thought otherwise."

Michelle faded within her as she moved, placing her wine on the table by
the bed then letting Katrin position her face down on the bed with her legs
spread apart. Anne was aware of the woman she used to be protesting,
exclaiming that she'd never done this, never wanted to do this, but now
that made her feel good, knowing she'd kept this part of her for Katrin.
She could give it to Katrin as she had to no other to show just how much
this beautiful young woman meant to her.

Katrin knelt between her outstretched legs, and Anne could hear the sound
as she squeezed something from a bottle onto her hand and then slowly ran
it up and down the short cock that hung between her legs. Anne gripped the
bedcovers between her hands as she felt her move closer to her, moaning as
she felt Katrin's fingers between her cheeks, slowly rubbing in the lube.
She felt them pressing at her, then gasped as they slipped inside, easily
pushing past the tightness. Two of them slid inside her, and she could feel
each of them in there, slowly moving and twisting.

Katrin said nothing, merely leaning forward to kiss Anne's back, her hair
falling softly over it as her fingers kept up their gentle movement. Anne
breathed deeply, relaxing herself as she felt them move deeper, her tight
walls yielding. Soon, she felt herself moving with Katrin, hips rocking
gently back and forth. That drew a soft purr from Katrin and a pause in the
kisses as she repositioned herself, then the delight of Katrin's other hand
sliding between her legs, stroking her wet lips and carefully teasing her
clit.

It was another new sensation for her to experience and Anne gave herself to
it, just as she had with everything else Katrin had shown her since her
arrival. Her mind was almost blank of conscious thought, occupied merely
with the sensations Katrin's touches were giving for her. For a moment, she
felt sadness as the fingers began to withdraw from her and the kissing
stopped, but then she felt Katrin moving around behind her, her other hand
still expertly massaging her sex and she knew what was coming.

Instinctively, she let herself relax as her legs moved apart more. She
could feel Katrin's hand spreading her cheeks, then pressure at her rear,
spreading and opening her like nothing else had ever done before. She bit
down, trying to focus on the fingers that were now stroking her clit, but
for a moment the shock threatened to overwhelm and dominate her every
thought.

Then she felt something new, a warm rush inside her as Katrin thrust
forward, filling and stretching her. The pain transformed into a rush of
warmth and pleasure, and Anne found herself marching Katrin's slow rocking
motions, letting it go deeper inside her. Soon her gasps had become deep
moans as that pleasure filled her entire body.

"Surrender, my darling." Katrin's voice came through the fog of pleasure.
"Give me your climax."

She couldn't resist, couldn't deny anything to Katrin. Anne felt her body
moving more, thrusting herself onto Katrin and her fingers, her back
arching as the waves of pleasure broke within her, sending her into
ecstacy. She could feel nothing but pleasure, nothing but Katrin as she
climaxed over and over, each one taking her to a peak higher than the last.

Finally, she felt Katrin pull out from her, and she collapsed onto the bed,
spent and exhausted. The younger woman kissed her all over and covered her
with a sheet, then disappeared from the bed for a moment, returning
completely naked, to enfold Anne in her embrace, softly kissing her neck as
their bodies nestled together.

"Sleep, my wonderful Anne." Katrin whispered. Anne needed no encouragement,
her exhausted body letting go as she slipped away, unable to resist sleep
but unable to resist something else as well. Deep in her mind, a voice she
recognised was whispering too, and as she fell into sleep she realised it
was Michelle, asking something Anne knew she had no answer to.

What would happen to her when Katrin's week was over?


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