Dominating Lesbians Box Set

by Tara Cummings

  “But I think you’ve had enough pain for your first night.” She pulls her fingers away and I let out a long groan. Still, I’m happy she’s finally going to let up on the spanking. Ms. Everett hooks her finger around my collar and drags me off the spanking bench. “You wanted to get fucked, right pet?”

  “Yes, Master. Please. I want to feel you fuck me so bad.” I whimper, looking up at her with my biggest puppy-dog eyes.

  “Come here.” She starts to pull me to what looks like a twin-sized bed, only with metal bars and handcuffs where the headboard should be. “Up.” She snaps her fingers. “On your back.” I lay down on the bed and she grabs both of my wrists, yanking them above my head. The moment the cold steel of handcuffs touches my wrists, a shiver races down my back.

  “There we go. No escaping now.” Ms. Everett giggles as I pull at the handcuffs to test them. The chain clangs against the piping and the cuffs dig into my wrists. She’s right, there’s no escaping now. “Lucky for you, I want to see what you look like squirming around a nice big cock inside of you.” She smirks as she walks back to the wall of sex toys.

  My heart jumps the moment I see her pull a large strap-on cock off a shelf. She unfastens a buckle on her leather outfit and a flap over her crotch comes undone. Her trimmed, wet pussy comes into view. My tongue races across my lips as she walks over to me on the bed. She drops the strap-on by my feet on the bed.

  “First, lets see how good you are at eating pussy.” Her leg swings over my face and before I even have a second to breathe she’s plopping down on top of me. My tongue reaches out and races across her lips. Ms. Everett’s head tosses back as she presses down a little more. My entire world is enveloped with her scent. My heart thumps and pounds as I breathe her in. The ache in my own pussy grows more intense.

  She widens her stance and spreads her pussy lips for easier access to her clit. “Lick me. Show me how much of a good pet you are.” She growls as I stretch my tongue out to flick across her. Her legs jolt the moment I run the tip of my tongue over her clit. I want to reach up and wrap my arms around her hips, but the cuffs dig into my wrists and quickly remind me that I’m completely at her mercy. I have to breathe in deep through my nose to get any kind of air. Ms. Everett’s hands slip along the top of my head and hold me in place as her hips buck. She’s shaking the bed so much the handcuffs clang against the metal bars.

  “I’m going to come…” She pants, gripping my head and grinding her pussy down on my mouth. All I can do is keep brushing my tongue against her. I look up from between her thighs as her tits heave with each breath. A few moments later and her hips finally stop thrusting. She goes completely still. Mouth open in a silent scream. She grips the bars on the headboard so tight her knuckles turn white. Then in a rush her body convulses on top of me. She’s so sensitive she has to pull away from my mouth. Her chest flushes a print pink.

  I’ve never felt so proud in my life. Ms. Everett and I have fooled around before, but never like this. And I’ve never seen her have an orgasm this intense.

  “Your turn.” She says with a devilish smile. I know what’s about the happen, but that just makes me more nervous. I lean up just enough to watch her grab the strap-on cock off the edge of the bed. She fastens it in place. It bobs and bounces as she secures the harness right where her pussy is. I’m finally able to notice just how wet and horny I am. This whole time, I’ve been paying attention to Ms. Everett and how she feels. But now that horny, insatiable ache between my legs almost hurts.

  “Please, Master. I can’t wait to be fucked.” I groan, hips thrusting up into the air in anticipation.

  Ms. Everett holds a warning finger up in the air. “Remember pet. No begging.”

  My face droops and I look at her with pleading eyes. She crawls up onto the bed and shuffles closer to me. I open my legs wide for her. Her tongue races across her lips as she looks at my wet pussy.

  She lets out a playful groan as if she’s looking at a delicious meal she’s about to eat. “You really are a sexy pet.” She grabs my thighs and yanks my legs open even harder. I wince in pain for a second. Still, I love her aggression. Every woman I’ve ever slept with in the past was too soft. Ms. Everett is the only one that isn’t afraid to take control.

  “Now is your moment to beg. Tell me how much you want this cock inside of you.”

  “Fuck. Please, Master. I want you to fuck me.” I whimper, thrusting my hips toward the cock. She’s doing a good job keeping my pinned to the mattress, but I still manage to thrust my hips enough to feel the head of the cock bump against my pussy lips. That feeling alone sends my head spinning. She grabs the base of the strap-on and rubs the head up and down my wetness. Every time it brushes over my clit a current of electricity races through me.

  “Fuck…”

  “You want it so bad don’t you? You’re just a horny little slut-puppy.” Ms. Everett mocks me with a whiny voice.

  “I need it. I need it!” I can feel my body growing more frantic by the second. She runs the head of the cock up and down my pussy a few more times. I try to lift my hips off the bed to create more friction, but she’s got her other hand pinning me down. She stops the bulbous tip just at my entrance. My mouth falls open as we lock eyes. Finally, she eases the head inside. I’m so fucking wet it slips in easily, but I’m still tight and can feel my body gripping ahold of it.

  My eyes clench shut as the thick cock stretches me.

  “You’re just as tight as I imagined.” Ms. Everett smiles.

  “Fuck.” I groan and grab ahold of the metal bars my handcuffs are attached to. My pussy gripped ahold of it before she pressed it all the way inside. The moment I felt the head burry deep into me, I opened my eyes to see Ms. Everett staring at me with the most satisfied grin. She reached down and grabbed one of my breasts as she started to thrust. Her hips slapped against me and the headboard lightly tapped against the wall. Her fingers found my nipple, pinching and pulling at it until it budded hard against her.

  She leaned down and purred in my ear. “You take your Master’s cock so well.” I arched my head back, leaving her enough room to rake her teeth across my neck. I sucked in a mangled breath. Her hips lurched forward. And back. In and out.

  Until she was going faster.

  “Fuck me, Master!” I yelled out, gripping the bars so tight I didn’t think I’d ever be able to let go. My breasts bounced wildly with each thrust of her hips. My eyes locked onto her chest, but her tits were nice and secure in her leather outfit. Fuck I wish I could just rip her leather down and see her breasts bouncing with mine. I love being her sexy slave bound by handcuffs, but it still has its drawbacks.

  Ms. Everett dips her head down and clamps her mouth around the tip of my breasts. Her tongue rolls around my nipple before she sinks her teeth into it with a playful bite.

  “Shit!” I squirm as the pain prickles along my chest. Horny heat and desire starts to coil up in my center. I’m so fucking close to the edge.

  My hips buck and lurch upward to match her rhythm. She smiles at me when she sees how eager I am.

  “Is my dirty slut-puppy going to come?” She says in her mocking tone. There’s something about that whiny, mocking tone that makes me feel so fucking slutty. My head slams back onto the pillow. My mouth falls open and a scream lodges in my throat.

  Pleasure rips down my legs and curls my toes. I crumple to the bed, but Ms. Everett keeps thrusting her cock in and out. I’m consumed by pleasurable tingles and waves. Even though Master has me pinned and tied to the bed, it feels like I’m floating. The convulsions make my hips jump and force the cock deeper inside of me.

  Finally, my body falls limp and a gust of air fills my lungs. I’m practically panting for air like I’ve just been stuck underwater.

  Ms. Everett pulls away and the cock comes springing out of my wet pussy. She giggles as she watches another tremor slip through my body.

  “I’ve got something special for you.” Ms. Everett gets off the bed and walks over to a small cabinet n
ext to the sex toys lining the wall. I watch her, barely able to say a word at all. The strap-on is still fastened around her hips. It bobs and bounces with each step she takes. I already miss the feeling of it inside of me. She opens the cabinet, grabs something inside of it, and heads back toward the bed. I do my best to sit up with my hands still cuffed to the bars.

  “I think you’ve earned these.” She holds her hands out to show me two floppy puppy ears. “You’re such a good little slut-puppy.” She smiles at me and pets the top of my head before she secures them in place.

  A million emotions flow throughout my body. I can’t make sense of them, but I know I’m proud. Still, there’s only one thing I can think of.

  I can’t wait for my Master to fuck me again.

  Domina’s Lesbian Dungeon

  Chapter 1

  I step off the long staircase and walk around the ornate banister as I head toward the server’s kitchen.

  And then I stop dead in my tracks.

  I look to my right and my eyes focus on the big black door at the end of the white hallway. I stare at it wondering what’s on the other side of it. This isn’t the first time curiosity has gotten the better of me. It’s become something of a habit for me to stop and stare at that door. I don’t know why, but I feel drawn to it.

  Like it’s constantly calling my name from the end of that long, brightly lit hallway. I let out a brief, trembling breath. That familiar tingle between my thighs flares up again. My eyes flutter shut as I play out a brief fantasy of opening the door and seeing what’s inside.

  “Still want to see what’s inside there?” Britney yanks me out of my thoughts as she stops and looks down the hallway with me. Her maid’s outfit is a little disheveled and I wonder why Ms. Cline lets her get away with so much more. I swear, if my black skirt has so much of a speck on it, Ms. Cline has something to say about it.

  “Yea, don’t you?”

  Britney shrugs. “Not really. Who cares?”

  “It’s the only room we’re not allowed to go in. Ms. Cline lets us in her room, but not the ‘black’ room.” My eyes are still transfixed on the single black door. The only time Britney and I even walk down that hallway is if we’re sweeping. The only reason to go down there is to enter the Black Room.

  Britney laughs. “You keep calling it the ‘Black Room’, but you don’t even know if it is black in there. It’s just a black door.” She motions toward it as she starts to walk away. It takes me a moment, but I finally manage to tear my eyes away. I readjust the serving platter full of empty wine glasses in my hand and look back at her. “We should probably get going, they’re going to want another bottle.”

  I nod in agreement and take my first step back toward the server’s kitchen. Before I leave the big foyer, my eyes transfix on the painting just outside the hallway with the black door. It looks like an old painting with a naked woman draped over a wooden table. The room is dark and only lit by candlelight. Her hand rests just on the inside of her thighs and her mouth hangs open in what looks like a quiet moan. But the naked woman isn’t the most captivating part. It’s the dark figure in the corner of the room staring at her.

  On first or second viewing, it’s hard to even notice the figure. I didn’t even see it until I worked in Ms. Cline’s house for a couple months. The entire painting is erotic and highly sexual in nature, but there’s a subtle sinisterness to it. Once you see what lurks underneath the surface, it’s hard to get that image out of your head.

  That is the painting Ms. Cline chose to adorn the hallway leading to the black door. Even though us maids weren’t allowed to go in there, I think I had an idea of what was behind the door. I think it would scare most people away.

  Not me. I felt drawn to it.

  Britney and I walk into the large server’s kitchen and look at the order screen on the wall. “Told you they’d want another bottle.” She motions toward the screen with a smile.

  “I’ll go get it.” I say as I write the bottles location number down and head toward the wine cellar.

  I’ve been working for Ms. Cline for one year now. It’s been the most demanding and interesting job I’ve ever had. Before I started working for her, I didn’t realize people could even be this rich. I’m certain she could buy her own country if she wanted. Instead, she hosts small wine gatherings in her mansion. She’s got several maids that work for her and live in the building. Britney and I usually work together on the night shift.

  Before Ms. Cline, I was waiting tables and struggling to find enough money to support myself so I could go to college. Then she found me and offered me a job. I originally didn’t like the idea of being a maid for some single rich woman; especially when I saw the outfits we had to wear. They were a little skimpy and sometimes my legs got cold while working in the airy mansion. However, there’s no other job on earth I would get paid a hundred grand a year just to clean and serve a single person.

  Room and board is included, and I barely get any time off to spend my money, so I’ve got thousands of dollars just sitting in my bank account. I figure I’ll do this for a couple years and then my entire schooling will be paid for.

  I grab the two bottles of wine from the cellar and head back to the server’s kitchen to prepare the glasses.

  Ten minutes later Britney and I were making our way back up the stairs to serve the drinks. I give a light tap of my knuckles on the door as I listen in on the laughter coming from the lounge where Ms. Cline and her guests are.

  “Come in my dear!” Ms. Cline calls out and I quickly push the door open and enter. Tonight, she’s got several businesswomen joining her for drinks. I’ve seen plenty of high-profile guests come in and out of her house. Celebrities, business people from billion-dollar companies, politicians.

  You name it.

  But the most surprising thing is that they all seem to suck up to Ms. Cline. I hadn’t even heard of her until I started working for her.

  “Ms. Cline.” I nod toward her with a smile as I delicately lay the platter of wine glasses on the table. She’s dressed in a deep gold cocktail dress that pushes her breasts up. I can’t stop myself from stealing a glance of her breasts. I feel my stomach knot up as I do. Ms. Cline always finds the simplest ways to sexualize herself. Toned legs, high heels, push up bras.

  Or maybe I’m just being unfair. Maybe I find ways to sexualize her. There’s always been something about her that makes me feel things I’ve never felt for another woman before. She has an air about her that’s captivating for both men and women. She’s both charming, and domineering.

  “Thank you my dear.” Ms. Cline smiles back at me as Britney and I turn around and head toward the door. “Actually, Naomi. You can stay.”

  I stop dead in my tracks. My knees instantly feel weak as the room falls silent. I exchange a quick glance at Britney who looks almost as panicked as I do. Ms. Cline never asks the help to stay with her and her guests.

  “Uh, yes, Ms. Cline.” The words practically stumble out of me as I turn on my heals and make my way back toward her. Britney quickly leaves the room wide eyed.

  I’m so nervous, my breath is a little shaky.

  “You have a bit of fuzz on your skirt.” Ms. Cline says as she points to the bottom of my skirt.

  “Oh, sorry Ms. Cline.” I quickly pluck it off with my fingers. The two business women watch on with tiny smiles of their own.

  “Come here dear.” Ms. Cline motions for me to come closer. As soon as I’m in arms reach, she grabs the back of my thigh and pulls me a bit closer to her seat. Her hand is warm as it caresses high up on the back of my leg, dangerously close to sneaking up my skirt. “Naomi is my favorite here.”

  My heart skips the moment she compliments me. The two women look on with smiles. Ms. Cline grips the back of my leg a little harder and a shock of energy races through me until it pools right between my legs.

  “She’s punctual, hardworking, never complains, and isn’t afraid to check her boss out.”

  My heart drops. Somehow
I build up the courage to slowly look down at Ms. Cline. A long smirk curls up the side of her face. Her short, straight blonde hair frames her face perfectly. She lets go of the back of my leg and slowly stands up from her chair. Our breasts nearly graze as she stands up. She’s a tall woman, especially when she’s wearing heels, and she almost always is.

  “Don’t lie to us, Naomi.” She says as she motions toward the women sitting on the other side of the table. “Did you look at my breasts when you walked in here?” Her eyes stare daggers into mine. My heart is thumping like a set of drums while I stare up at her.

  “I…uhhm…” I literally shake my head to stop myself from looking back down at her breasts again. Now I know how horny men must feel. As my mind races to come up with something to say, Ms. Cline slaps the palm of her hand on the inside of my thigh.

  I stand completely still as she grope and massages my soft flesh. It feels good and a tiny whimper breathes past my lips as she pushes her hand a little higher, just under the bottom of my skirt.

  “You wouldn’t lie to me, would you?” Her words purr out of her as she inches a little closer to me. Our breasts press against each other and I instinctually glance down at hers.

  Shit!

  There’s no way she didn’t notice me that time.

  “No, Ms. Cline.” I shake my head as I look into her bright, emerald green eyes. Her lips curl up in an even bigger smile.

  “Good, I knew you wouldn’t lie to me. So, did you or did you not look at my breasts when you walked into the room?” Her hand slips up a little higher, pushing past my skirt. My skin feels like its on fire where she’s touching me. The heat swirls and centers right between my legs. I have no idea what to say. My gaze falls to the ground in shame.

  “There is,” Ms. Cline begins walking her fingers a little higher up my leg, “nothing to be afraid of, Naomi. Just,” her pointer finger steps, “be,” then her middle finger, “honest.” Until the tips of her fingers brush against my panties.