Date: Sun, 16 Jun 2013 08:02:29 -0500
From: LeAnn McLane <lmclane48@gmail.com>
Subject: Lost in Lesbian Lust Part Two

Lost in Lesbian Lust  2  by LeAnn McLane (lmclane48@gmail.com)
                                    (lesbian domination)

My relationship with Jan grew more intense over the next couple of years.
Her husband was promoted and required to spend more and more time
traveling. My neighbor began to visit much more often after the school term
started. Ginger, her oldest daughter had finished high school and chose to
go to college at the state university where tuition was subsidized. The
campus was located about a hundred miles away so the girl was lucky to get
home every other weekend. That was about as long as her wardrobe could
withstand the demands of laundry requirements.

With her husband and older daughter gone so much and the younger girl in
high school most of the day, Jan was at loose ends with too much free time.
Boredom was beginning to be a growing problem. I was the recipient of the
bulk of this largess as she became more and more willing to use me for her
amusement. She would visit more frequently as the weeks passed and she
seemed to grow a little more resentful each day. She began to voice her
doubts about the necessity of so much travel for her husband. Was it really
all business? She complained that Ginger could have gone two years to a
local junior college and then transferred to State. That's what Jan had
suggested but Ginger argued that some of her credits might not be
transferable. How could she know she was taking the courses that would be
required in her degree plan at State?

This largess was double edged. I had more time with her but she grew
progressively more alienated and dissatisfied because she was alone so much
and she began to take it out on me. When she realized that I would voice
very little objection regardless of what she did to me, she began to
mistreat me with greater frequency and more pain. This was bittersweet
because while I was thrilled by the increased attention, I did not relish
the increases of humiliation and pain. I did grow more tolerant of the pain
because of the increased frequency...and the more flagrant humiliations
seemed fitting for a woman who had lost her self respect so completely. My
preemptory feelings for the woman had cost me everything and I grew more
vulnerable and helpless in her presence with each passing day. As my self
esteem disappeared, her self confidence expanded in inverse proportion! She
became much more haughty and domineering. She would slap me or hit me for
any imagined slight or perceived act of disobedience. When she realized
that I was actually aroused by her angry tirades and prompted to try even
harder to please her, the little fits became more frequent.

Gradually the abuse became more and more to be spankings over her lap and
usually on my naked behind. It developed into a ritual; she would lecture
me about some personal failure and grow progressively more agitated until
she would decide she had tolerated as much as she could. Then she would
reach a decision that I needed to be punished and she would grab my hand
and start spanking my ample behind. To avoid the pain I would try to move
away which ended up with me running in a circle around her while she
flailed away.  When I grew too tired to continue running around her, she
would sit down and pull me over her lap. The spankings became more severe
with time as her dissatisfaction with life and impatience with me grew. As
I became firmly convinced that the way Jan treated me was proper because I
had no will to resist her and if a woman did not stand up for herself,
surely she deserved whatever she received.

But more importantly the mistreatments, the humiliations, and even the
spankings were highly arousing to me. My pussy would be awash within a few
minutes of her castigations, the minute she called out my name in that
completely exasperated manner which alerted me that I was in trouble. Then
of course she very soon began to leave her hands on me after the spanking.
Her wonderful hands would rub all over my blistered buttocks and that led
to her reaching her fingers down between my thighs and my mind would
evaporate in absolute bliss as she moved her fingers all over and in and
out of my pussy and later, as her own inhibitions relaxed, my asshole. The
feelings were so intense that all thoughts of resistance were immediately
dismissed as my excitement expanded to the bursting point and I lay
helpless over her thighs. Then sometimes she would push me to the floor,
lift her dress and take down her panties. I immediately knew what she would
allow me to do and my anticipation mounted as I eagerly tried to get her
seated and her thighs parted as wide as possible so that I could bring my
mouth to bear on her delightful pussy. Such a denouement did not occur
nearly as frequently as I wanted but she would only allow it according to
her own mood and desires. Any kind of begging on my part was
counterproductive because she would immediately refuse due to her
homophobic fears. Any suggestion that we were involved in some kind of
sexual relationship set off warning bells and whistles, sending her into
instant retreat within herself pulling in all the doors and windows with
her.

I'm sure we were not as careful as we should have been or perhaps Jan, who
was in complete control of everything became less and less aware that her
young daughter, Kyleigh, was witnessing frequent and flagrant scenes of my
humiliations and punishments on several occasions. I was appalled that Jan
made no effort to interrupt our little sessions even when she could not
help but notice her young daughter was watching. Regrettably, Kyleigh's
interest only served to heighten my own depraved arousal and caused me to
merely reach orgasms more rapidly and more frequently at the hands of her
mother.

Apparently the increase in my passions did not go unnoticed by the young
girl. She eventually started coming over to my house to visit me when her
mother was occupied with shopping trips or meetings. She exuded even more
self confidence than her mother on these visits and her youth and beauty
made her absolutely irresistible to me and I could not help but fawn and
grovel worse than any peasant or peon in the presence of a queen. This
reaction from me caused her not to hesitate to impose her will on me more
and more frequently. She was not reticent about criticizing any of my
perceived shortcomings.

"You really should lift your skirt when you sit down. The whole purpose of
sitting down for a woman like you is to expose her thighs for other women
and girls to enjoy. Do you imagine that I come over here to visit you so I
can see your knees pressed tightly together and your skirt pulled down to
your ankles?" Kyleigh would say.

"I'm sorry. I have just had so little experience entertaining young girls
on visits. I'm just not sure of the proper decorum."

"You should now be certain of how I want you to sit when I come over. Stand
up, lift your skirt and sit back down with your legs spread enough to
create some small interest! How can a grown woman be so dense! I can't
imagine who took care of you before Mom and I came along! Instead of
apologizing for not doing the right thing, just do the right thing. I can
see now why Mother has to spank you so often."

I hurriedly rose up, adjusted my skirt and sat back down with my legs
parted. I was embarrassed that the young girl looked at my thighs with such
brazen interest. The incident was highly arousing to me also and I grew
moist as I frequently moved my legs in order to attract her attention. Of
course I deplored my own behavior and was quite ashamed that I was being so
easily manipulated by such a young girl but I was at the mercy of my own
passions. Her overweening attitude just crushed any resistance I might
muster. This of course did not go unnoticed by the young girl either. Her
demands and expectations merely expanded to fill the void left by my own
emotional withdrawal. She became more demanding and more belligerent when
her expectations were not precisely met. She would grab my ear and pull it
painfully to gain my full attention for minor lapses but for more important
shortcomings, she would savagely pinch one of my nipples, especially if she
had managed for me to be topless at the time.

The inevitable progression of her increased expectations eventually led to
her decision to give me a spanking. The young girl was well aware of the
absurdity of a mature woman being severely disciplined by a mere slip of a
girl and this dissuaded her for some time but the continued abuse that I so
stoically endured from her caused her to reassess the situation. She
concluded that the degree of her dominance and my submission was sufficient
to abrogate the inherent absurdity of a mature woman being chastised by
such a young person.

She reminded me of her mother the next time she came over. Brusque and
intolerant, she seemed to be looking for any reason to get upset with me.
Once she was seated in my living room she asked me for a drink and I asked
if she wanted a soft drink and she exploded in rage. "Do you think I'm too
young for a real drink, an alcoholic drink? My own mother allows me to
drink wine whenever I want and has for years. Are you so morally superior
that you can't pour a drop of whiskey in a glass of soda for someone who's
not a member of AARP?"

"No, I'm not, I have no objections. I just didn't know that you wanted
something other than a normal teenage..."

"What the hell do you mean - normal teenage? Are you implying that I'm
something less than normal? You have a lot of nerve with all the perverted
stuff you carry around. Get your skirt off and your panties down, I'm going
to give you a spanking for your arrogant attitude."

I could see no reason to argue about it since she had apparently made up
her mind to spank me and had come over to my house with that intention. I
was extremely excited about the way she had become so suddenly dominant and
pervasive. I simply hurried to get my clothes off before her anger grew
worse. As I approached her naked, she reached for my hand and pulled me
down over her lap. Her dress was pulled up nearly to her waist so my naked
loins pressed against her gorgeous thighs and caused my arousal to soar to
even greater heights. I was so anxious that I barely felt the first few
licks she delivered. Of course after the first few, my ass cheeks became so
enflamed that I could not ignore the searing pain she delivered with each
swat. Tears erupted from my eyes and I begged her to please stop spanking
me. She replied that she would stop when I had learned how to behave
properly.

The young girl continued to thrash me despite my crying promises. She
seemed to be a trifle stronger than her mother physically and much more
energetic and motivated. Eventually she stopped only because she had
exhausted herself on my blistered bottom. When I felt she had stopped I was
sobbing quietly but fearful of arousing her anger if I moved off of her
lap. Idly her hand rested on my arched ass. She even had the audacity to
strum her fingers on my taut buttocks. Lying there in such a precarious
position, my arousal began to soar. I desperately wanted her to demand more
of me but I was so fearful of antagonizing her with some degenerate
suggestion. My muscles were beginning to ache with the extended tension.

Ah, but she was not completely like her mother. Kyleigh had no fear of
labels; if it felt good it was good by whatever name it was known. Her hand
began rubbing my ass more intently, digging in, almost pinching, "Does your
big girl hienie like to have a young girl's hands rubbing on it? Does your
big girl pussy get all hot and wet when you are being fondled by a
teenager? Is that the reason you like to be spanked; so someone will play
with your big ol' grown woman bottom?"

Kyleigh continued to torment me with these provocative accusations but the
effect on me was to turn my poor pussy into melted butter. I grew more
aroused with each derogatory comment; the more she insulted and defamed me,
the more inflamed I became. My breathing became labored and my body was
squirming around on her lap, pressing my pussy down hard against her
gorgeous thighs and the thought of touching her thighs caused my
stimulation to soar like a rocket. "Please, Kyleigh, please let me get
between your legs, let me do something, I am so hot I'm going to burst into
flame..."

"Oh, you nasty ol' whore, you want to suck some young girl pussy? You want
me to let you get on your knees and nuzzle your big ol' grown up woman
mouth all over my little hairless cunt!"

"Yes, I do, please, I'm so hot, I need to so bad..."

"Oh, I see, everything is about what you need, eh? What about what my
little pussy needs? Does it need a big ol' grown woman's mouth slurping all
over it? Does it need to be kissed, licked and sucked on `til it's raw? How
do I know you won't get so ravenous that you would hurt my little girl
pussy by sucking too hard or...or even biting..."

"Please let me. I would never hurt you, I'd be so careful...and gentle...I
would only love it like the soft treasure that it is. I would only worship
it and you."

"Ooohhh, worship sounds like it would be fun. You'd put your mouth on it
gently and lick it softly, slowly over and over `til I tell you to go
harder. You promise to mind me and do exactly what I tell you to...instantly
and without arguing and protesting?"

"Oh, yes, Kyleigh, I promise I'll lick it like a blown up balloon mounted
on a board of upright razor blades. I will be so careful, like the rustle
of a soft wind over a field of wheat...just kissing, licking lightly, loving..."

"Alright, you nasty ol' whore, I'll let you lick it but if you get too
rough, I'll tell my mom you tried to fuck me."

"Oh, no, please, don't ever say such a thing to your mother. She would go
ballistic, she'd have me boiled in oil if you even hinted at such a thing.
She must never know that I touched you in any way!"

"Okay, calm down. It's nice to know I have such a hammer to hold over your
head. I can make you do anything, can't I, just by threatening to tell
Mommy..."

I quickly agreed with her and assured her of my unquestioning obedience. Of
course she could make me do anything anyway so it was sort of a moot point.
With this tacit understanding I slid quietly off her lap with her gorgeous
thighs each under an armpit, I wrapped my arms around her legs and worked
my hands up under the cheeks of her ass, fondled and caressed as much of
her body as I could reach with as much loving attention as I could muster.
Wanting her to experience the most intense pleasure possible, I pressed my
face gently between her thighs and lovingly burrowed closer and closer to
her exquisite cunt. The scent she emitted was so arousing that I could
barely contain my desire to devour every inch of her provocative loins.
Exercising the most brutal restraint to keep from frightening her into
headlong flight, I carefully licked the excruciatingly lovely flesh at the
tops of her absolutely gorgeous thighs, pressing my tongue down in between
her them, searching for the unreachable and the untouchable.

"Oh, that feels so good, you nasty ol' bitch but it also tickles too much.
I'm gonna open my legs a little bit and let you get a little closer to what
you want to worship BUT I don't want you going crazy and trying to get your
whole big ol' head in there!" Kyleigh cautiously warned me as she relaxed
her tense thighs a slight bit.

"Thank you, Mistress," I muttered without thinking.

"Mistress? Oh, I like that. You can call me that all the time now."

"Except around your mother or your sister." I suggested.

"Well, of course, I meant when we were alone and I was using you in some
way."

Remembering that I wanted to make this her greatest sexual experience, I
gave up on the possibility of getting through her thighs and began to kiss
around the tantalizing curve of her hip. She responded to this with
anticipation and allowed herself to roll over onto the hip I was not
licking, exposing the sides of her ass cheek to the ardent entreaties of my
tongue. Gradually I was able to nudge her over until she was lying on her
tummy and the excruciating curve if her ass almost melted my mind. I could
barely contain the fervor of my need as I pressed my face between the
awesome cheeks of her ass down into the drowning depths as I plunged my
face as deeply as possible until I reached her wrinkled rosebud with the
rigid spear of my tongue. She moaned in some form of appreciation as I
drove my tongue in and out, fucking her asshole with complete abandon,
wanting nothing but to create the utmost joy and pleasure in her. Her moans
were becoming screams as I worked my tongue in and out of her delicious
ass. I was caught up in the total dedication of achieving the ultimate
orgasm for my goddess. Her screams seemed to indicate that she was with me
all the way in this effort.