Date: Sat, 28 Feb 2015 14:25:43 -0500
From: Little Miss Barbradolly
Subject: My First Lesbian Kiss

My First Lesbian Kiss (F/F, D/s, BD, Spanking, Toys, Reluctant, Consensual,
True Story) by Little Miss B (Barbradolly ) 2013
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Synopsis: The events of how I began my journey of serving other women as a
submissive sex toy
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Author's Note: The reason I am writing this and printing it out on paper are
ones designed by my Mistress to cause me to see this person in this story
differently. She wants me to have a lingering feeling of how I felt writing
this in the back of my mind when I see this person at work. Her name is really
Karen. Mine has been changed in case the wrong person reads this. She told
me to take one of my fantasies I had told her of being overpowered and
turned into a sex slave by another woman and another fantasy about lesbian rape I
have and write of how she did those things to me. The following is what I
came up with in one hour of writing each night for one week. It was far more
than just one of thinking about it each day that created this story. It was
many hours each day of it evolving in my mind. Her plan worked. All of those
hours thinking of the woman in this way did create something in my mind
that causes me to see Karen differently in my mind when I see
her.
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My First Lesbian Kiss
Prologue
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I sit here at this computer with my nipples tender
and my pussy sore and warm. I only have myself to blame. I did this to
myself. As sick and twisted as it may seem, I do it often now. I am turned on ...
sexually aroused ... by my haunting memories and the disturbingly reality of
what I have become. Its not right. Even I can see this has become as a sick,
twisted desire. To have this kind of perverted sexual things inflicted on my
body in an obsession. I don't know if I could stop this self abuse... even if
I wanted to. I'm seriously think I'm addicted to it now.Here is the harsh
reality...This self abuse is the after effects of the most exciting thing I
have ever done. It still turns me on just to think about how I became this
way. I don't want to stop. I don't want to quit feeling it. Its all I have
left of her. She promises to come back and visit me, but for now it's a few
letters or short calls and once a month a very long and detailed list of
instructions I am to follow. I have just completed the physical part of today's
assignment. Writing this is the next item on the list.She also has me looking
for as many other women to serve as I can find. I have to look for them on
the internet and do the things they tell me to do if they are real women and
real mistresses. Right now I have five that I serve a sex slave by doing
all sorts of things they tell me to do. Some of them understand the direction
my Mistress began and are following her lead in turning me into a bondage
whore and pain slut.How I became this way is a story of seduction and
excitement. One that became a gradual degradation into a maddening word of love,
pain and lust. I experienced many forms of humiliation and submission as I was
tricked and seduced into becoming the slave of another woman. At times I
loved it and at times I hated it. Now, I miss it with her more than I would
like to admit.I miss her so badly I want to cry. To remember the pain...to feel
the pain again brings back her memory. Maybe its why I cant stop. Maybe its
become the need to be punished and it will never go away , like she told me
it would become. It was her who gave me this need. It was her who made me
deserve punishing because of the wildly sexy things she did to me and had me do
with her and others...the things she made me feel. She changed me.But now,
its me that does it to myself. I do it at the instructions of other women but
its me who ties the knots and its me who whips my tits or pours wax on them
and its me who whips my pussy with a leather flogger until tears run down my
face if one of my Mistress tells me to do it.

My First Lesbian Kiss
Chapter 1 - It all started with a kiss

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My first lesbian kiss. I was straight
and married. I still am married. This is my dirty secret.She is a lesbian.A
beautiful, young but mature, sexy lesbian.I've now had sex with several
women, and crave more, so that makes me bi-sexual, I suppose. But its been a
long time since I was touched by one. It's been a hell of a year and half since
 that first kiss...That first kiss...I didn't even know it was a setup.
Two of my friends , Lisa and Diane, mostly Diane, set it up. They did it
mostly for someone else, actually. They set me up as a date/girlfriend for that
person...The woman that was to become my future Mistress. They liked her and
wanted to please her, so they offered me up as some fresh meat. But they had
no idea what they were getting me into, really.They are part of a group of
lesbian friends and some of them do similar work as I do in the mid state
area. Well, they met another lesbian woman who had joined another circle they
run in, and she was looking for a date. This woman was something special.
Everybody likes her. The perfect ,fun friend. She was sweet, funny, witty,
would listen to you and really talk to you. The kind of woman that that draws
everyone's attention when she is in the room. She was a little unlike them in
her looks and in other ways too... dark ways... as it would turn out. But they
were so very impressed by her stunning good looks and west coast attitude
they could not see past her charms and smile. She had recently moved here and
had met them on group hike put on by a local radio station's activities
group called "Team Green". They found out she was looking for a new girlfriend.
Actually, she was looking for a challenge. She let them know it was fun for
her to take straight women and "turn them"...but they didn't know exactly
what she liked to turn them into. They only knew she is very pretty and very
healthy and obviously worked out a lot. They we easily attracted to the
tall, blue eyed blond and thought it fun and sexy that she was looking for an
innocent woman to hookup with. ( I found out later that she had actually told
Diane that she "liked to break them in right"). Two of my dear friends had
already tried to seduce me and one of them still does to this day. I think
she is in love with me. I don't feel anything in return for her. She's not
my type at all. But Karen...Karen turned out to be my type, even though at
the time, I didn't even know what my type of woman was....So the setup was
arranged. I was totally clueless.Some of the four women that set this up are
truly my dear friends and it was not unusual for me to go to a gathering with
them for one reason or another. The plan was made for me to meet them at one
of their homes and have a nice dinner and hang out. Okay, here is where I
admit to a bit of vanity. I am always the most feminine one in this little
group and I like the way they dote on me and always comment on my slender body
and pretty face. I like to do a little flirting and showing off for them.
So, when they said it was going to be sort of a dressy occasion to welcome a
sexy new friend to the city and for me to dress sexy to help make our city
look better, I thought what the heck, I would give this new friend a look at
my sexiest outfit.While at home getting ready, my husband smiled and
commented on how dressed up I was getting to go out with "the girls" as he calls
them. He knows I'm a show off and thought it was funny how much I liked dolled
up for my lesbian friends. I sort of did too, and joked back with him that
there was a new girl in town, and I was the" bait" to get her to join their
"girls club". What I didn't tell him was that I had heard this new friend
was a tall blue eyed blond, and I was hoping it was true. I thought, how fun
it was going to be to be flirting with a really pretty lesbian for a
change. Not that some of my friends are not somewhat attractive and not that
anything was going to happen...Thirty minutes or so before time for me to leave I
got a call from Lisa. She said she was about to pass by my house on her way
in from Dickson and was going back this way, and why not ride with her, that
way I could have a few drinks and not have to drive at all. They know I
like a few drinks.

My First Lesbian Kiss
Chapter 2 - The setup continued...
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We were a little early and starter drinks were poured all around. It was
a stiff drink that she gave me. Lisa and I mostly watched and helped a
little as Holly prepared our dinner and got it ready to cook when the others
arrived.By the second drink I was feeling it pretty good and they started
making comments on my sexy, short leather skirt and silk top. It was obvious they
enjoyed my decision to go braless in the silk top. They had me step back
and began laying it on thick. We all laughed at how funny it was that the only
straight woman in the room was the bait for the new woman in town. They got
me to give them a little show of my outfit and shoes by strutting across
the room and back. Holly had picked up a camera and they got me to ham it up
for a few fun pictures.Right at dark, Diane called and said that she and
Brenda were on the way and leading Karen to the house in her car.( Brenda is the
one in love with me and Diane is jealous and she is the main one who set
this up...set me up).I was on my third drink and pretty buzzed. I had my fingers
crossed that this woman coming to join us was worth the trouble of getting
all dressed up just to tease and do some harmless flirting with. When the
cars pulled in the drive, Holly and Lisa went out to show them in. I was
trying to sit pretty and show a little leg to give this new friend a good
impression of our fair city. I heard taking and laughing and then a little giggling
and almost a hush followed as they neared the room.I was not expecting her
to come around the corner first. I think my mouth dropped open. She was
absolutely stunning. Karen could have stepped off the page of any glamour
magazine, or Playboy for that matter. Like me, she was wearing a short skirt, but
it looked so different on her. At 5'9" her long slender legs looked like
they were half of her body. Her heels only added to that. As she entered the
room she never hesitated, she just walked right up to me and smiled, and said
" Hello, you must be Becky. It's so nice to meet you." I looked in her
pretty smiling face and smiled back. I was finding out how most men must feel
when being confronted with the most beautiful set of full round tits you can
imagine right in your face. Being seated on the stool and her wearing a low
slug crossover cow neck blouse that framed perfect, big, breasts, it was
hard to make myself not stare at them. I looked up at her happy attractive
face, but once I did it was hard to look past her beautiful mouth. She put out
her hands and when I offered mine in return, she grasped them very gently.
Her hands were warm and soft and strong. I finally was able to speak after I
swallowed hard and said, "Yes I am, and you must be Karen. I'm so glad to
meet you, too."The others had all gathered to see my expression as I saw her,
and I heard a few giggles. Lisa being the forward cutup she said, "I think
she likes her". I didn't know if she was talking about me or Karen, but the
laughter that broke out, broke the tension and we spent the next hour eating
a wonderful dinner and learning about what had brought Karen to our city
and where she was from. She is a manager of a medical supply company and was
sent here to set up a new branch. She would be here for six months, then will
move on to another city ...after a long vacation in France.Was this woman
perfect or what! We were properly impressed. Tall, thin, blond, full lips, big
smile, natural tan, nice long legs, great tits! She obviously worked out
and was very strong and fit. The girl next door, if you life in paradise, that
is! She has a kind and open personality to complement her fantastic
body.Yes, we were all duly impressed.More drinks followed. The set up continued. I
didn't know it, but mine were spiked with extra booze. Holly and Diane
really wanted me to get seduced by this blond goddess. After putting me on the
spot again and having me get back up and show off my sexy little leather skirt
and strut a little for them, they...we...got Karen to do it too. Duly
impressed is quite the understatement. After the show they left us alone on the
porch to talk and get to know each other. Karen was a good listener and seemed
really interested in my life, my job and husband. We were sitting just close
enough for her to reach out and touch my arm as she laughed or made
comments. I liked it. I liked her open friendliness. I liked looking at her. She
showered me with attention and it made me feel like a schoolgirl with a crush.I
was very buzzed by late evening. There was talk of us all staying
overnight. I resisted that. Mostly because I had things to do the next morning at
home that were pretty important. Also, I was feeling my resolve melting away at
the thought of kissing those beautiful lips. It was her mouth I had became
fixated on and my fear if I stayed was I might not be able to resist any
advances she might make. Besides, the sleeping arrangements had been clearly a
part of the obvious setup. Funny how it turned out that after I stated I
would not be staying, Karen also said she could not stay the night either.So,
when finally it was time to call it a night and get my ride home. Much to my
delight Karen offered to drive me. It seemed that the big plan was not going
to work out after all.When we got to the driveway I was surprised by her
car. I had expected a babe like her to drive a BMW or something flashy.
Instead she drove a minivan. As it turns out she does drive a hot, sporty car. She
had just rented the van to move her things from storage that had been
stored since she had arrived. The girls had followed us out to the driveway and
said their goodbyes. Karen walked me around the van and needed to move some
things out of the passenger seat and put them in the back. I noticed one of
them was a large brown, soft sided suit case. It seemed way larger than
needed for a single night and I couldn't help but wonder what sexy thing in it
she had brought to sleep in. I stayed out of the way and leaned against the
car behind me to keep from staggering. I was just short of drunk as hell. I
looked her beautiful legs and pretty ass as she stood leaned over moving the
things. I was definitely enticed by her sexuality.Karen knew it, too. She put
out her hand to help me into the seat. I missed it and fell against her. We
laughed, and I tried it again. This time she held me by my arm and put one
hand around my waist to hold me steady. I looked up at her pretty face and
smiled at her and said how kind it was of her to help me and hold me...up. I
was staring at her mouth and she knew what I wanted. The moment was right. It
was clear that I was saying I liked the way she held me. She turned me just
a little and leaned me back against the open door. She leaned over and with
one hand on my waist. With her other hand she gently brushed my hair back
out of my face. Then, she finally kissed me. It was just a short, sweet kiss
on the lips but it was electric. Her strong hands held me tight and I could
feel the power and passion in her being held back. Another part of me
resisted and pulled back after the kiss. I could tell my pulling back disappointed
her. It was just a reaction to all my years of being straight. But it had
felt wonderfully different than any other kiss ever had. I was about to speak
when she ran her hand up to my hair again and this time instead of brushing
it back she let her fingers slide into it and brushed my scalp and then
gently closed it and had a handful of my hair held tight. She pulled my head
back and kissed me again.This time, when her lips pressed into mine, the bottom
fell out of my world!! For a moment I was suspended between the past and
the present and the next moment I knew my life had changed. I knew this woman
wanted me and I knew I would be hers. But I couldn't be...I wasn't lesbian or
even bi-sexual. It couldn't work out... Yet, I didn't try to break the kiss.
I let it go on for the few seconds it lasted. Part of me wanted to go back
in the house and spend the night with her but I knew I couldn't. I knew it
was wrong. I couldn't be hers. I couldn't have her. The kiss ended and I
managed to pull out of her arms and climb up in the van with her help. She
asked if something was wrong. I said no without looking at her. By the time she
got around and got in I was crying quietly. She said she understood and was
sorry for kissing me like that. I told her it was okay and as flattering as
it was, it just wasn't me. I just couldn't be what she wanted me to be.As
we drove along my crying stopped and we ended up trying to blow it off and
laugh about it, but it wasn't working. It still hung between us.Then she asked
me a question that I found hard to answer. She asked if she had misread my
signals all evening. She said she had noticed me looking at her mouth and
had a strong feeling that I had wanted her to kiss me. Was she wrong? Didn't I
want her to kiss me?I confessed I had wanted her to kiss me almost from the
moment she came in the house. But wanting something was often more exciting
than actually getting it. She took it wrong and said she had never been
told that kissing her wasn't exciting before. She seemed genuinely hurt by
that. I tried to tell her that I didn't mean it that way but it kept coming out
wrong. When we were almost to my house things had pretended to have smoothed
things over and we had decided it was just the booze and curiosity and no
need for hard feelings. I had to pee really bad. So did she. There is a small
state park on the way that has clean restrooms. I directed her to pull in.
We were laughing again and all seemed well again. She let me go first. It
was a beautiful night and after we traded places, I strolled out in the
parking lot and was looking up at the stars when she came out. I headed back to
the van staggering and nearly fell over. She came around again to help me in,
I thought. Instead of helping me in she blocked my way to the door. She
said, "Becky, I know you're drunk and for you it was innocent flirting at
first, but I also know what I felt when you kissed me back. Please do something
for me. You have to let me kiss you again. If there is nothing there, then it
just a goodbye kiss, and that's it. Will you do this for me? Will you prove
to me that the hottest most beautiful woman I have met in years is not
attracted to me? I will accept it and never try to kiss you again if you will
just kiss me right now. Please Becky, I need to know." She looked so sad and
hurt. She had slowly and carefully laid her heart out on the line and I felt
it deserved to be put at ease. If all I had to do was give this kind woman a
little kiss to put her heart at rest it seemed like the least I could do
after sending her signals all night then going cold on her when she kissed me.
I had made her feel so unwanted with the awful "not as exciting" comment.
Besides, she was blocking the door and I knew I had to do it to get in so
she could take me home.I said, "I'm so sorry I hurt your feelings tonight. If
a little kiss will make it better, I will do that. But let me kiss you this
time." I thought I could just give her a little kiss and let it go at that.
A kiss that would show her it was just a kiss. I really felt in control. I
felt I could forget the moment I had wanted her to kiss me forever. I tried
to keep focus on why it would not work out. I thought I could still go home
knowing what it was like to finally kiss another woman and that's it. Fun,
exciting, sexy...and not for me. That's really what I thought."Okay , Then
you, kiss me" is all she said. She held out her arms to gently hold my waist as
I stepped up to her. I put my hands on her waist too, and we both bent our
heads. Hers, down and over, mine up and over. I kissed her soft mouth again.
I only gave her a short, sweet, closed mouth kiss. Even that was making my
resolve weaken, but shortly it was over, and I was ready to pull away. I
hesitated for a second before pulling back and letting go of her waist. She
opened her eyes when I did and looked at me like, "what, that's it?" To have a
beautiful face of a hot sexy woman so close and staring at me with need and
lust in her eyes was a moment I wasn't expecting to have. I felt I had
cheated her. But I also felt if I didn't break away I wouldn't be able to in
another few seconds. So I stepped back out of her grasp and started to reach
for the door handle. She said "No...no Becky, no... that was not fair. You cant
do this to me...I won't let you."She grabbed me and her strength made it easy
for her to pull me around to face her again. She grabbed my hair again and
used her body to pin me back against the van. The look in her eyes was
riveting. I saw a different woman now. A strong determined one. A woman that wasn'
t going to take a fake little kiss as an answer to her seriously expressed
question. A woman that would not be flirted with, led on and then cheated. A
beautiful sexy woman full of passion and emotion. A woman that was much
stronger than me was about to kiss me whether I wanted it or not. In that
second that hung between my seeing her that way and the time her lips met mine...
I wanted it again. I wanted this strong sexy woman that held me in her grasp
to kiss me and to make me hers. The kiss became an extension of our beings.
I was the weaker, inexperienced one, being lead by her more powerful
teacher. My hands found her waist again. She used her firm grip on my hair and
pulled my head around to press my mouth against hers or pulled it back to tease
my lips with hers. At times she let me reach for her mouth eagerly and
toyed with me, and at others she took me by force. I was putty in her hands. Any
of her hurt feelings were long gone, and she was in total control. She held
me tighter and pulled my hips into hers and pulled my head way back. When
she began to kiss and bite on my neck, my legs went weak. I totally succumbed
to her. I knew even then, that part of the reason I gave in to her was the
gut feeling that I had no choice. I could tell. I could feel it in her that
she was not going to let me go, or let me stop her again. We were alone in a
dark parking lot late at night, and I was not only drunk, but smaller, and
weaker than her, and she wasn't about to stop.That feeling of being in her
control...at her mercy, sent shivers of excitement through me as she continued
to force her first deep kiss on me.Not only was it the most sensual and
exciting kiss of my life, she was stunningly beautiful, sexy , strong, and
wanted me badly. She had taken control of me like no one in my life ever had
before. The way she held me, and kissed me, and looked at me between kisses told
me there was another side to her. One that was previously kept hidden
behind her sweet smile and pretty face. A side to her that enjoyed her power over
me. I knew even then that she was going to change my life. I could feel the
sense of triumph in her. I could tell she knew she had me.She knew then, at
that very moment she had found a woman that she could dominate and
control.I knew in my heart that I wanted nothing more in life than to be under her
control.I was putty in her hands. The set up had worked perfectly. She had
played me perfectly. I was ripe for the picking.A natural submissive, who was
crazy hot, weak of resolve, and almost too drunk to stand up....and now
she had me pinned against her van in the dark, empty parking lot... kissing me
forcefully.She felt me melting in her arms. She could taste the weakness in
my mouth as she kissed me any way she wanted to. I responded exactly like she
silently demanded with her mouth, and melted against her strong body
pressed against mine.She got more and more aggressive with the bites on my neck
and her hand pulling my head way back by my hair. Her strong free hand slid
around me. She grabbed my opposite wrists and pulled my arm up behind my back.
Her grips on me got stronger as she kissed me.The more she did it, the more
I fell under her spell.She stopped, and for a second, looked into my
passion fogged eyes to give me a sexy smile.Then with her right hand still in my
hair she used her left one to slide open the side door of the van. The rear
seats had been removed and a few boxes were against the back door. The one
thing she had taken out of the front seat joined them as she pushed it out of
her way, At the same time she was guiding me backwards to sit on the floor
of the van behind the passenger seat. I was just looking at her dumbfounded.
I hesitated in obeying her silent instructions to get in the van.She let go
of my hair and pushed me over backwards and grabbed my legs that still hung
out the door, shoved them till my knees were bent up to my chest, and
physically pushed me the rest of the way in. She climbed in and closed the door
hard. She grabbed my legs again and pulled me around until my shoulders were
sort of wedged between the font seats and in the middle of the van.She never
stopped moving. She was now in charge and knew exactly what she had been
planning was going to happen. I laid there looking up at her with obvious
desire in my eyes and nearly panting with lust from the way she had handled me so
firmly as she shoved me around.As she got comfortable on her knees between
my legs, she began unbuttoning her top and said, "Your ass is so mine you
little cunt. Your going to be my new little bitch, and your going to like it...I'
m going to turn you into my tit worshiping , pussy sucking slut, you sexy
little whore"She peeled the top off in one fluid motion. She revealed the
most awesome set of tits I had ever seen in person. They had obviously been
enhanced and lifted, and it was done perfectly. They were full round C to D-cup
and as firm as a teenagers. She has perfectly centered big, hard nipples.
Truly, tits that deserved worshiping. Without her shirt on, the sight of her
body told me why she had handled me so easily. Her torso had well defined
abs and her arms looked even stronger than they had in her short shirt. Not at
all too much, but the perfect amount of muscle for a tall healthy woman. A
woman who has obviously worked out very hard, for a long time.I lay there
practically panting from her kissing me and my passion for her. The rough
handling, and the way she was talking nasty to me and giving me no choice in
what was about to happen to me, only added to my raging desire to be taken by
her, and taken by force.She told me that she had wanted me from the moment
she saw me sitting so pretty for her on the stool. That she had been looking
for a woman just like me for a long time.She positioned herself squarely on
her knees, grabbed both of my legs and jerked me down closer to her. Doing
that caused my skirt to slide up under my ass revealing my panties. I gasped
with the suddenness of her jerking me so hard. I put my arms up over my chest
as if trying to protect myself. That just made her smile a wicked smile at
me.She fell to her hands and got up on her knees over me, put her face right
up to mine, looked into my eyes. She spoke to me softly, but sternly ," You
fucking turn me on you sexy little doll. You have such a sexy hot body and
I love the way to look at me like this. ...and I truly love a sweet little
pussy who gets so hot when she's roughed up a little" After that brief second
of stillness, she was constant motion again.As she spoke to me, she was
taking one hand at a time and holding my slender wrists in her strong hands,
putting them up over my head and pinning me down with more force than
necessary.She went on , " I'm going to enjoy breaking you in. Now lets see what kind
of little tit sucker you are." She put one nipple and then the other in my
mouth and gave me instructions for when, and how hard to suck them, when to
bite, or nibble on her hard nipples, and exact instructions how to have me
lick, and kiss her big tits all over. She was talking to me like a little
girl then, and praising me for doing such a good job. She knew how much I
wanted to please her and knew exactly what to say to make me the happiest little
girl in the world to be able to worship her magnificent tits.When she would
say things like ` Oh that's such a good little girl, I like the way your
sweet mouth feels on my big titties... I see you really like this, don't you
Becky baby... your going to be a very good little cunt for me, aren't you
sweet one" I felt so happy and so loved by this virtual stranger. But I knew
every word she was saying was true too. She was going to turn me into her
little girl. Some child who obeyed her every word.After a few moments she seemed
as excited as I was. She actually said that she was getting off on making
me do it as much as she was from what I was doing to her tits.She said her
biggest fantasy and greatest pleasure was finding a straight little sweet
pussy girl like me and turning me into her very own sex slave and seeing how far
she could push me. As I gently sucked on her hard nipples as she put one,
then the other, in my eager mouth. She filled me with joy when she told me I
was the woman of her fantasies, that the moment she saw me she was attracted
to me ,and hoped I would turn out to be the one.She called me her " perfect
little pussy girl slut"After she was satisfied that I was going to obey her
every command she seemed to grow almost bored with my worshiping her tits
and decided to get aggressive with me again. The things she said became not
so much like talking to her little girl and were soon coming out hasher and
more degrading. She began using the word slut like it was vulgar and her tone
got sharper.She moved her body down until I had to bend my chin down to
keep my mouth in contact with her nipples as she instructed me to. She shifted
her hands down to my elbows and put more weight on them and moved one leg
between mine. She pressed her knee up into my wet pussy, and pushed hard on
it. I breathed in deeply as the pressure quickly built. She shifted again to
get more comfortable, and did it again, but even harder this time. Again ,and
again, she bumped her knee into my overheating cunt. I began to let out
grunts each time it pounded me. She told me to keep my mouth working on her
nipples no matter what happened.I kissed and licked and sucked on each one she
put to my mouth exactly the way I was being told to. If she said " Now bite
it tenderly " I did so. If she said "Suck it harder you sorry little cunt!"
I did it. It was getting hard to concentrate with her ramming her knee
rhythmically into my then aching wet pussy with increasing force.She was getting
into it as well. The power she was having over me, and my sucking and
biting her nipples was getting her very worked up. Her degrading tone and wild
look in her beautiful eyes was taking me on an emotional rollercoaster ride.
At times she seemed genuinely pissed off.She spoke to me in a breathy voice, "
Cunt... put your right hand to my pussy and rub it through my panties". As
she let my arm free I looked up at her face over me and her eyes were
closed. I watched her expression change as I gently touched her wet panties and
began to slowly rub two fingers up and down her hot slit. Her sexy mouth
opened and her lips hung in a sexy pout as she breathed deeply. I kept it up and
she formed her mouth to make a blowing shape and softly said "Ohhh ...ohh ...
ohh " with each stroke of my hand from her ass to her clit and back. I was
rocking and straining with each blow from her strong leg ramming her knee into
my drenched pussy and letting out a mix of a grunt and moan with each
contact.It was becoming too much for me. Tears ran down my cheeks, and I began to
shudder from the hard ramming of her knee into my now hurting pussy.But
still I managed obey her orders and to match her speed and with each ram into me
I made a long firm stroke of her pussy from bottom up, making sure to press
hard against her engorged clit each time. She began adding words with her "
oohs" she was directing me. She added things like " yes, that's it", and "
softer now" and "yes my girl , that's it...like that ...yes sweetie"As much
as it hurt it was the most powerfully sexual feeling I had ever experienced.
I was about to explode into a huge wave of orgasm. She knew too. She opened
her eyes and looked at me. I moaned and grunted loudly nowShe grabbed my
hair with her free hand and pulled my mouth away from her tit ...our eyes met and
she said "Look at me""Don't you dare cum before I do" I was so close...I
couldn't stop it even if I wanted to...Not unless she stopped ramming me with
her strong hard knee.I just looked up at her with a helpless look on my
face and said " Ohhh Pleaseeee ...pleaseeee" I was begging her to not stop
ramming me so hard and to let me cum. I pressed harder onto her pussy to try to
make her get off sooner , but I knew mine was only moments away. Trying to
stop it, and fearing that I would make her mad at me, only made it worse.The
ramming, the pace, being held down, being drunk, and looking up at such a
beautiful, sexy woman on top of me was too much.She told me to keep looking
into her eyes no matter what.My moaning was turning into almost yelling.Then
she pushed me over the edge by letting go of my hair and telling me " Don't
do it you little cunt ...don't you dare" and slapped me.Not too hard ,but
hard enough to sting. She slapped me again after three more rams of my cunt.
Three more rams... and another slap.My body went limp, and the first wave
washed over me, and then it went rigid. I yelled out some guttural sounds as it
shook me violently. She knew exactly what to do. She stopped the ramming and
pressed her knee really hard against my throbbing clit and held still as the
second wave hit me. We stared at each other as I came in moaning pants.I
was no longer stroking her pussy. My hand grabbed at her , and I pressed hard
against her clit too.She said loudly" You little cunt...cum again...cum hard now
...go ahead ...cum for me hard you slutty little cunt." She used her knees in
exactly the right way against my now tender, throbbing clit. She worked it
slowly up and down my wetness and I felt the next wave coming.As she coaxed
it from me with her stare and her words she grabbed my hair again, and I
knew to keep looking into her eyes as it washed over me.She looked into my tear
filled eyes and said over, and over in different ways as I came for a full
minute more." Your mine now little cunt...your mine to make cum, and to do as
I say. ...look at me ...I your Mistress now ...do you understand me cunt? Your
mine now...your mine to make you cum... and to do as I say...Do you
understand me you little fucking whore !! ...Tell me you are mine now." With one hand
she slapped my face gently and held my face to stare into her eyes.I
answered back in gasping, heaving breaths.." Yes ...yes...yes, I'm yours now...yes..."
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,she told me to put my fingers in my mouth and suck the taste of her off of
them so I could get used to her sweet female taste I was going to be tasting
many more times to come.She watched me eagerly suck them and said, " That's
my good girl...you will always do as I tell you... Good girl , Good little
cunt Becky."When I started to calm down, she shifted her body again and moved
down to put her face over mine and pulled my arm back up over my head and
pinned them both by my wrists just above my head. Then she kissed me with her
sexy beautiful mouth. She kissed me like I have never been kissed in my
life.She became very tender, at the same time held me pinned down. She began to
kiss my cheeks and tears. She smiled at me and let me begin to recover from
the hardest orgasm of my life, in her tender kisses, and firm grip. After a
long tender and loving few moments she raised up and let my arms free and
smiled, and just as I began to speak and said " That was the..." She looked at
me and went " Shhhh...don't speak. This is far from over little one... Far
from over. You disobeyed me. You were very bad the fist time you came, after I
told you not to, and I still haven't gotten off , so my disobedient little
slut a punishment is in order. Before you make me cum on your pretty face,
you have to pay the price for disobeying me.Your are my "little cunt Becky"
and I'm going to teach you to obey me. Is that clear "? Then she slapped me
a bit harder than she had before' The way she said it... I knew she was
not kidding. I was about to get hurt in some twisted sexual way.Part of me
wanted it and felt I deserved it...I really was hers now.I answered her the only
way I could by nodding my head, but it not seem to satisfy her.She slapped
me again even harder..."answer me you little cunt!"" Yes...I understand" and
nodded my head slightly.She replied " Good...because after this punishment
you will think twice about disobeying me again. Now, take off your shirt,
and then roll over on your stomach." As I began to work the buttons I watched
her start looking through the boxes and get a few things out of one of
them.She set a roll of packing tape and a pair of scissors on the floor beside
me. She kicked off her shoes and took off her skirt and panties. When she saw
I had finished unbuttoning my shirt and hadn't rolled over yet she said in a
tone of disbelief and almost anger "I said roll over...so roll over, you
fucking little cunt." She held her hand up and cocked her head and her pretty
eyes now glared at me as she continued." Do it now!... or I will really slap
the hell out of you, you fucking disobedient little slut" I uttered " Karen I
..." and before I got to the next word, she practically yelled at me. " You
shut your fucking mouth !...You don't seem to be getting this...shut your
fucking mouth and do what the hell I tell you to do. You speak only when I tell
you to...now lay face down and be quiet." Then she pulled over the big brown
suit case to where she could comfortably reach it. I watched in silent but
now uneasy curiosity as opened it and took a package. It was a plastic bag
with a new hundred foot coil of rope in it. She saw me looking it as she
opened it with the scissors and laughed. She dug in the suit case again and
pulled out what I know now was a professional quality leather flogger held it up
to show it to me and laughed again and said "Yes my sweet little girl , this
is for you...for starters" and her laugh got low and menacing.She set it
down and began cutting long pieces of the rope and setting them in meat coils
around me. She was telling me that she loved to tie up little sluts and watch
them squirm and struggle in tight bondage as she punished them. When the
ropes were all ready she got a few more things out of the suit case. A dildo
in a harness then a huge one that seemed to fit it too. Other things made for
sticking women... Little clamps on chains...several other things ...then a
little whip...she laughed and held it up for me to see it as she slid it through
her delicate but very strong hands...it was small but it was a real leather
whip and she was going to use it on me!!I stated to speak and beg her to not
hurt me but the look she shot me told me to not dare say a fucking word!. She
hung she short whip around her neck.She reached for one of the coils of
rope and held it as she said "I am going to tie you up so fucking tight its
going to hurt...God, I love doing this!"...and laughed...Now put your hands
behind your back, you stupid fucking cunt" she said with a strangely wild look in
her eyes and a new tone in her voice that truly frightened me.I hesitated
for just a second and she climbed on my back and sit down hard. She grabbed
up her wet panties put them in my hand and said "Open you fucking mouth ...put
these in it... and then close your fucking mouth...God Becky... You really are
pissing me off!!!I see that I'm going to have to really fucking hurt you to
make you understand how it its going to be from now on" She picked up the
scissors and tape...... and I would hate for your pathetic screams to scare
the wildlife"...I could hear the crazed excitement and a tone of sadistic
pleasure in her voice as she said it, then laughed , as she put the first piece
of tape over my mouth. It was at that point I began to panic. I became
frantic and tried to get out from under her. She was very quick to grab one arm
with both of her strong hands and wrench it up behind my back until the pain
shot through me and paralyzed me. She tried to calm me but not by being
nice but by telling me to be still and it would hurt less. She was very pissed
and forceful but not out of control angry. She had me take my free arm and
hand her one of the rope sand used it to tie my twisted arm in a nearly
agonizing position by a very simple tie of it up to my neck. Then she made me
tuck my free arm under me and went back to putting several more strips of the
tape over my mouth and face to make sure it didn't come off.I remember the
next few minutes her tone changed yet again. She was not only keeping me off
balance and had taken control of me physically but was also fucking with my
mind and using her experience with what she knew I must be going through to
take me to a place I was lost and helpless in. I wont say it was business
like but I was definitely being give instruction on what would be best for me
and how I could do the right things to make life on myself less difficult.
She was obviously very good with ropes and went about tying me up starting
with my arms behind my back. As she did it quite methodically she was telling
me in very even tones how bondage was going to become a big part of my life.
As she tugged and tied the ropes and finished what would turn out to be only
the first part of the tie on my arms and wrists and raised up off my lower
back and turned around she was telling me how this first tie was going to
become increasingly uncomfortable and it was part of my first lesson in how
things could be very uncomfortable for me. The more she talked the more kind
she became again. She would call me "sweetie" and "doll" and was explaining
that I had not really done anything wrong and in fact I had been a very
good girl and tried to obey her and this was not only a punishment but a lesson
as well. She said it was a lesson that I needed to learn and she was sure I
would. She said it was also a test of me physically. She was going to learn
body and see how much I could tolerate and the best ways to work it, not
only my pain thresholds but my sexual responses to them. By the time she had
tied my ankles I was calmed down and no longer in the panic mode but by no
means were my fears of what was going to be done to me alleviated by what she
was saying. However, the tone she was using did help. She no was no longer
pissed off and acting like she was some crazy sadistic bitch who was going to
beat me mercilessly.She moved a few things around then, raised off of me
and moved me. She physically drug me towards the front of the van feet first
and still face down. Then she told me to spread my knees as far apart as my
tied ankles would let me. Using the places in the floor the second row seat
would have been hooked down to, she tied my knees to hold my legs spread very
wide. I remember this next part very well because it was the beginning of
my of bondage/arousal conditioning. She sat heavily on my back facing me feet
and began a very deliberate and very expert series of bringing me close to
another orgasm using her strong fingers in and on my pussy and clit, only to
stop short and then spank my ass with her bare hand each time, setting both
my pussy and ass on fire with burning desire. I had never expected that
being spanked could feel that way.She asked me questions and seemed pleased
with my answers of how it was effecting me. She said" Good girl , you are quite
the little slut and your sweet little pussy is very responsive. You are
lucky. Not all women have such easily manipulated pussies or the ability for
multiple orgasms without huge amounts of stimulation." as she said that she
pressed really hard on my clit and I let out a whining moan from the somewhat
painful pressure. Then she continued" Oh yes, you are very lucky. I wont
have to make you very sore to get what I need from you."She left me panting for
a few moments as she took a few more things out of her suitcase. I couldn't
help but think how she was planning to use them on me in the room we were
suppose to be sharing at Lisa's house and was oddly grateful that we were in
the van instead.She opened a zippered makeup bag and took out a plain black
but plug and a small tear open packet of lubricant and coated it as I
watched. As she coated it she asked" Have you used anal devices or had much anal
sex with your husband Becky?... Do you like your ass fucked you sexy little
cunt?...those are questions...you must learn that even when gagged and I ask you
questions you will answer them. With that, she slapped my already burning ass
really hard three times making me squeal very
loud.

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