Date: Thu, 11 Dec 2008 11:15:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Jan None <janmay699@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dominating Kasey (lesbian/ authoritarian, f/F)

Warning:

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a
teenager and a woman.  If this type of content
offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not
read it.

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                    Dominating Kasey
                          By
                         Jan

	It all started the day I went shopping for
underwear at the mall.  I headed straight for
"Victoria Secret."  I had just turned 18-years old,
and had my mother's credit card in hand.  I gathered
up a variety of items, with the help of the attractive
clerk.  Her name tag proclaimed that her name was
Phyllis.

	Phyllis was so attractive I could not help being
attracted to her.  I was not sure how old she was, but
she had to be in her fifties.  She just looked much
younger than her age.  She was a very elegant looking
woman.  Everything about her was very professional
looking.  She had on a silver-gray business suit with a
lavender blouse under the jacket.  Her pumps were
lavender too, with a moderate heel.  She had a gold
chain around her neck, with matching earrings.  Her
bleached blond hair was styled in a very tight French
curl without a hair out of place.  It was obviously
professionally done, and it had a soft texture.  Her
eyes were a blue very much like "Elizabeth Taylor",
and can be called lavender.  She had a wide smile that
made you feel like she was your friend the minute you
met her.  At the time I was struggling with my
feelings about my attraction to women.

	The town we lived in was Old mill Creek, Illinois
a suburb of North Chicago.  I had been raised in a
blue collar neighborhood where girls typically were
boy crazy at an early age.  Most of my friends talked
about nothing else.  Most of their families would have
been shocked to find out just how young they had
been the first time they had sex with boys.  Very few
of my friends were virgins by the time they entered
high school.  Girls in my community were not supposed
to be attracted to other girls sexually.

	From an early age I had been attracted to
other girls, and even some women.  When I entered
high school, I took an art class that had a very
attractive young teacher.  I had a crush on her the
moment I saw her.  Nothing ever came of it, I
suspect she knew I had a crush on her, but she had
no interest in that kind of relationship.  I still felt
guilty about the feelings, that woman aroused in me.
Phyllis was also arousing the same kind of feelings.

	Phyllis kept assuring me that I would look sexy
in this or that item of lingerie as I selected various
kinds of panties, bras and nylons.  She helped me
select some that I would have been embarrassed to
allow anyone to see me in.  She insisted that I try
them on.  I eventually took the lingerie into one of
the changing booths and tried them on.

	She was very skillful in manipulating me into
buying some of the items I would have been too shy
about wearing in public, even if they were under
clothes.  I never knew just how submissive I was to
women, especially beautiful, strong willed women!  I
bought the lingerie and took them home.  I only put
on the really sexy stuff in the privacy of my room.

	I started going back to Victoria Secret almost
every other day.  I learned that her name was
Angelica.  She was very friendly, and we talked about
clothes and other things while she selected more
items for me to try on.  It was not as if I was going
to buy them, or anything.  I just liked trying them on,
and talking to her.  Phyllis was growing bolder too.
One afternoon she walked into the dressing room
with me while I was standing there looking at myself
in the mirror.  I was admiring the look of the lingerie
on me.  She complimented me on how attractive I
looked, and kissed me on the cheek.  I was too
shocked to respond.  She only advised me to buy the
sexiest items, and always advised about sale items
that would save me the most money.

	One afternoon, she told me it was her break
time, and asked me if I would like to go on break with
her.  I agreed to join her, and we headed for the
employee's parking lot.  We got in the back seat of
her car and she wrapped her arms around me and
started kissing me gently on the mouth.

	I was overwhelmed with the thrill of it all.  She
smelled so nice and she was so gentle the way she
held me.  When she felt my breast, I could not
believe how much it made me tingle.  She placed her
hand under my dress, and stroked my panties very
gently until I actually climaxed.  It was wonderful
even though I felt soooo naughty and guilty
afterwards.  I didn't say anything when we got out of
the car.  I went home to think about what had
happened.

	Of course, I had to return to visit Phyllis again.
She was married, so she didn't like to have me around
when her husband was home.  We would make
arrangements to meet at her house when we were
sure we would be alone.

	The first time I saw her home I was very
impressed.  It was a huge home, and the landscaping
was out of this world.  I had only seen homes like that
on television or magazines.  She took me on a tour of
her home; her closet was bigger than my bedroom.
She had enough shoes to stock a shoe store.  I was
thinking she could, totally be, my sugar momma.  As
we wondered through the house, she insisted that I
had to remove an article of clothing in each room.  I
can assure you, I was totality naked before we were
half way through the house.  She came up with a
rhinestone studded dog collar that she fastened
around my neck with a leash attached.  She led me by
the neck through the remainder of the house.

	When we finally came to the entertainment
room, I could not believe all of the gadgets they had.
The LCD television on the wall was monstrous.  The
sound system was hidden, so that you could not even
see the speakers.  The control panel could pipe sound
throughout the house.  While I was taking in all of
the toys, Phyllis produced a couple of pairs of nylons
she must have picked up, while we were in the
bedroom.  She led me to the coffee table, and forced
me to lay face down on the table, and she tied me to
it.  That way I could not protect myself when she
spanked me.  When she was satisfied that my butt
and the backs of my thighs were red enough, she
knelt behind me, and spread my butt cheeks.  She
actually licked my crack, and asshole.  I could not
believe she would do anything like that.

	She deliberately would not let me cum.  She
would bring me right to the edge of climaxing, and
then she would stop until I calmed down.  It was a
delicious torture that drove me crazy for hours, until
there was nothing she could do to stop me from
having the most mind blowing climax I had ever had.
I was addicted to the sex she gave me.

	Another time Phyllis took me into her big
backyard where she had a very ornate gazebo as a
center piece.  She led me out there, after I had
removed all of my clothes.  She used a silken rope to
tie my hands over my head, and suspend me to the
rafters in the middle of the gazebo.  She pulled the
rope up until I was standing on my tiptoes, then she
swatted my bottom, breasts and even between my
legs with a leather paddle.  She also, attached metal
clothespins to my nipples and my labia.  I was scared
to death that someone would see me.

	Phyllis, must have read my mind, because she
assured me that no one could see us.  She added, she
was not sure if the neighbors could not hear my
moans, as she pulled on one of the clothespins on my
tit, until I moaned very load.  The pain was a turn on
to me.  I had become, totally, submissive to her every
demand.  When she let me down I performed every
oral act she requested.  I loved sucking on her tits,
and found that I was a natural pussy licker.  It
surprised me that I was so willing to lick her ass too.

	She also had a foot fetish, and insisted that I
lick her toes, and her feet.  I would do anything she
requested.  One time when I was tied to a bed, she
removed her pumps and nylons before she stuck her
toes into my pussy.  She drove me to distraction
rubbing my clit with her big toe, before she stuffed
it in my vagina.  When I climaxed she made me suck
her toes clean.

	Whenever I visit her the only clothing I'm
allowed to wear is tennis shoes and socks, the sexiest
panties possible and the rhinestone dog collar.  It
seems even naughtier if Phyllis is fully dressed.

	When we go out in public, she tells me what to
wear.  There are times when I am told to wear some
sexy panties she just sold me, and have me sit facing
other women in restaurants, and make sure the
women see my panties, while I masturbate for them
to see.  At other times I am told not to wear any
panties at all, and short skirts so that my ass can be
seen, while we are walking in the malls.  Some times
while she is driving up to the mall she plans on
exhibiting me, she has me stuff a battery powered
vibrator in my pussy.  She carried the remote control,
so that she can turn it on in the most embarrassing
locations.

	One afternoon she took me to a religious book
store that sold all kinds of religious things, like
candles, icons and religious recordings.  She waited
until there were only women in the store, before she
turned the vibrator to the highest setting, and
watched the little old ladies reacted to me moaning
through a climax.  I was terribly embarrassed as the
little old ladies looked at me, confused by my
moaning, and my face contorted as if I was in pain.
There was one sweet little old woman that
approached me, and asked if I was sick, before she
smelled the stink of my pussy.  She could not get
away from me fast enough, when she figured out I
was climaxing right in the middle of the religious
store.  Phyllis was standing far enough from me, so
that no one would know we were together.  They just
thought I was some sort of person possessed by the
devil.



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