Date: Sat, 4 Aug 2012 15:17:11 -0400 (EDT)
From: curiousbarbaratn
Subject: My Journey Of Serving Other Women

My Journey Of Serving Other Women (F/F, D/s, Consensual)
from curiousbarbaratn
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The  events of how I began my journey of serving other women as a
submissive sex toy  by, little miss b
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It  began with a kiss.
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.
But the  reasons I am writing this and printing it out on paper are ones
designed by my  Mistress to see if she can find a way to make this happen to
me for real and  maybe even in my own home if it works out.
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.  For now I am
to tell  her of how it started, so she will understand me better.
.............................
It  all started with a kiss.
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.
The setup continued......
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 "ohss's" 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 now
She 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..." Just as  the last waves washed over me ,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.
*the people are real and  the names mixed up some and I wrote this right
after "Karen" started working in  our department.

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