Eloise

by Victoria Michelle

  “I need proof, kitten, proof you aren’t just saying anything you think I want to hear, because you need to cum. And once you have had the biggest, most spectacular orgasm of your life, you won’t want to do this anymore. You will feel guilty and dirty and think this was just some sort of temporary insanity, and you couldn’t possibly repeat it. How do I know that won’t happen, pet?”

  I needed it, more than I’ve ever needed anything before, I was frantic, beside myself with want, but through that, I saw what she meant. She wanted this to be more than a one-time thing, and so did I at that moment. But would I after the desire and need had gone? No one ever had made me feel a tenth of what I felt right then, but how could I convince her I was genuine?

  “I know how I can prove to you I want this more than anything in the world. I have never been with another woman before, but you have shown me I was born to be yours, Mistress.”

  She smiled a genuine and beautiful smile. “Go on, kitten; tell me how you can prove it. I’m listening.”

  I lifted my skirt, although peeled it is more accurate, as it was so tight, all the way up to my waist. Then, still gazing into her eyes, I put my thumbs into my panty hose and worked them down over my hips, my white simple cotton panties coming down with them. God, they were wet, I could smell the heady scent of my excitement. The thrill of sliding my pants and tights down in front of a woman whose name I didn’t even know was indescribable.

  “Mistress, if you take out your phone, you can take pictures of me, in the shop, right now, with my breasts out and panties down. Then, if I displease you, you have the power to show other people what I did for you while I was at work, and my boss was out.”

  She stared at me, smiling, clearly liking what she saw; her own little nineteen-year-old slut who would permit naughty pictures of herself to be taken. It felt so good to be so naughty; nothing was like this, nothing; it was euphoric, like the best drug I ever took.

  She stepped away, opened her handbag, then took out her phone. Oh, my God, she is going to do it.

  I’d never let Haydon take intimate pictures of me, and we’d been together for sixteen months. I never trusted him to keep them private. Yet, here I was letting a stranger photograph me. I so needed to cum, and I just knew I would harder than I had ever done before in my life, when she would finally permit me to do so.

  She raised her phone. Here it was: my last chance to stop her. But I didn’t. I smiled as she clicked the capture button.

  “Play with your breasts for me,” she said.

  Gladly I did, they ached for it. I held them and squeezed them hard, tweaking my nipples, and oh my God it felt so good. I was being a slut, working my nipples, acting like a bitch in heat, while she snapped away for anyone she chose to show what her slave was doing.

  She stepped back farther to get more of the shop in the background so there could be no doubt I was doing this at work.

  “Finger yourself, kitten, but don’t you dare cum. If you do, I will spank you, and please believe me, I don’t play when I spank. It will hurt you. It’s done as a punishment for naughty kittens who should know better than to displease their Mistress.”

  Spanking? She would spank me if I was naughty? Oh, my God. If my boyfriend suggested such a thing I would have slapped his face and left him, never to return. But standing there feeling sexier than at any time in my life, thinking of being naughty, and being over her lap, her spanking my bare bottom with a hairbrush or something, just sounded like it would be the most natural, and the most erotic thing in the world.

  But, at the same time, she was a goddess, commanding me to touch my overheated and dripping wet sex, but not enough to cum. I wanted to please her. With a quivering voice, I whispered, “I will try, Mistress, but your kitten is so turned on I can’t promise.”

  I touched my pussy, and I closed my eyes and knew what heaven was. The palm of my hand covered my pubic hair, which thankfully I had trimmed on the weekend. I spread my labia with my fingers, and slid two fingers inside me. I was soaking wet, literally leaking, as I slid them all of the way inside me.

  “Look at me, pet.”

  I opened my eyes and saw her though the haze of my lust.

  “I am going to teach you control, and how to cum harder than you ever have in your life, do you want that?”

  “Yes, Mistress, more than anything.” Stop talking about it and do it, I screamed in my mind.

  I saw her taking a picture of me masturbating. How must I look, panty hose and panties down around my knees, bra up over my tits, so fucking depraved. I felt wonderful, and somehow free. That may not make sense, I get that, yet that was how I felt.

  She put her phone away, back in her handbag, and I felt a tinge of disappointment. I hoped somewhere deep down in my soul that she would photograph me doing even more dirty things.

  She walked back in front of me and took hold of my hand to stop the pleasure I was giving myself. She gently, but firmly, took it away from my aching pussy. Then lifted it, and gazed into my eyes, as she put my dripping wet fingers to her lips. She licked them before opening her mouth wide and sucked them. Jesus, was this the sexiest woman alive?

  It looked like she enjoyed every drop from them, relishing my taste. I watched her, my heart pounding in my chest, as this woman tasted my essence. I was in shock and awe. Fuck, it was just so incredibly sexy.

  She took my fingers from her mouth, made a cup of my hand, and placed it over her lace bra covered breast. “Remember, kitten, everything we do together is all about control and making things last. Building the excitement. It’s rather the opposite with your boyfriend, I imagine?”

  I’ve never had my hand on another woman’s breast, not even Jodi’s. Hers were so much bigger and firmer than mine. I loved the feel of it. I moved my hand all over it, fondling, caressing, and squeezing. I wanted more than anything to give her pleasure.

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Then, she touched me between my legs. It was every bit like an electric shock shooting through my body.

  “Oh God,” I yelped, not able to help myself sounding like a real kitten.

  “You want to cum don’t you, pet?”

  “Oh, yes please, Mistress.”

  Her fingers were so light and gentle on my labia, just teasing, making tiny circles on my clit, driving me insane. I felt how it was swollen, and desperate to erupt like Mt. Vesuvius. I was panting, so close to nirvana.

  “Have you ever had to wait like this before?”

  “God no, Mistress, never. Most times I don’t even get to cum at all, before it’s over.”

  “Ah, well, that’s a boy for you. But at least they recover quickly.”

  She slipped the tip of her finger inside me, what felt like to her first knuckle. I could feel her long false nail as it softly scraped over me. I couldn’t help it, I sashayed my hips, trying to get more of the feeling. I just needed a little more, so I could cum.

  Oh please, just a little faster, harder, do it.

  “One last question, kitten, tell me the truth, have you ever squirted when you cum?”

  I looked at her blankly, not understanding what she meant.

  “Obviously not then, mmm, I’m going to enjoy teaching you how to, kitten.”

  Then, suddenly, she stopped touching me. She removed her finger from me, and stepped back. I felt the kind of devastation I had no idea could exist. I looked at her, pleading. She shook her head, and did up her shirt buttons. I thought I’d done or said something wrong, but didn’t know what. I felt like my whole world had caved in. I almost cried tears of disappointment, frustration, and genuine hurt.

  “What’s wrong, Mistress? What have I done wrong?” I cried, trying to choke back my tears that threatened to spill at any moment.

  “Nothing, kitten, nothing at all, I am very pleased with you. I will make you cum, but not now; we are out of time. When is Mr. Baines coming back?”

  I looked at the clock over her shoulder and my heart sank. She was right; he was due back in less t
han five minutes. She helped tug my bra down over my breasts, and then calmly did up my buttons. I still wanted to cry, I was hornier than any time in my life, and she was going to leave me as high as a kite?

  “Pull up your panties and tights, kitten, quickly now. We don’t want you to get caught, do we? Unless of course you displease me, and then I have photos to show everyone, don’t I? Then you will be caught by family, friends, and your boss. It would make quite a splash if I put those pictures on the internet, wouldn’t it? I think it would go viral.”

  Oh, my God, what have I done?

  Now the tears did start, I was powerless to stop them, as I yanked up my tights and tugged my skirt down, desperately trying to smooth the wrinkles out.

  “Shush, kitten, I’m not going to show a soul, I promise, unless you let me down, and I’m pretty sure you now know what a wonderful world I can show you. But, you don’t want your boss to walk in and see me fingering your tight little pussy do you? He would fire you and word would be all over town what you’d done. Then I wouldn’t be able to see you again. And darling, I want to see you and take you to the stars and back, time and time again.”

  Through the embarrassment and shame I felt, I knew what she said made sense. If it had been left up to me, Mr. Baines would have seen me having lesbian sex. So, she had saved me from a fate worse than death.

  “Thank you, Mistress, thank you so much for thinking of me.” I wiped the tears from my eyes.

  She leaned in, kissed me one last time, and put her hands up to my neck to fondle me, I thought. Then I felt her undo the necklace, and take it off.

  “I’d better pay you for this, hadn’t I? What time do you finish work?”

  She stepped back and walked to the counter; while I smoothed my clothes down to try to hide the wrinkles, trying to get my breathing back under control.

  “Five o’clock, Mistress.” My heartbeat was slowly returning to some sort of normality.

  “Fantastic, my husband doesn’t get home until six-thirty. So here’s what you will do. Call your mum and tell her you are going out to tea, and that you won’t be home until later. You will be eating at my house, and I don’t just mean food, kitten.” She winked at me and I blushed a deep shade of red once more, and I felt turned on all over again.”

  “Yes, Mistress, where do you live?”

  “Oh quite close, sweetheart. If you leave at five you will be stripped naked and I will be playing with your body by five fifteen.” My knees trembled and I leaned on the counter for support; once again, I could feel how wet I was at the eroticism of the mental image.

  She was writing her address on the back of the cheque for two hundred and ninety-five dollars, while I put the necklace in a gift box.

  “Don’t wrap it, kitten, I want you to deliver it when you come tonight. In fact, I’m going to let you wear it when you cum for me, how does that sound?”

  “Mistress, I don’t know if I can last that long, I’m ready to explode.”

  As soon as I said it, I saw the disappointment in her face. I felt terrible for knowing I had let her down. How could I feel this way? I didn’t understand what had happened to me, this was weird, weird, weird.

  “Listen to me, kitten, and then I have to go before your boss comes back from lunch. What we do together, is all about you only orgasming when I permit it. I promise you, with all I hold dear, that if you let me control you, you will cum like you never have before. I will teach you so much. Now, if you cheat, and give yourself a sneaky orgasm, I will know. Then I will punish you, and by punishing you, I will teach you not to disobey me again. You are now my pet, you promised you would be, and I’m going to hold you to that promise. You must not cum before I permit it, and that will be tonight when you will have the biggest orgasm of your life. Probably a lot more than one, and that is a solemn promise. Do you understand, kitten?”

  I listened with mixed feelings of awe, fear, and excitement. What was this woman going to do to me? She had already taken me higher than I’d ever felt before, was it such a stretch to think she could take me even higher? If that was possible, didn’t I owe it to myself to experience it?

  I grabbed her hand, needing to assure her, and said, “Mistress, I promise you I will be good, I want you to be proud of me. I won’t cum without your permission.”

  “Good girl, that’s what I wanted to hear. Now I need your mobile number, what is it?” I told her as I took the cheque from her, and she wrote it down.

  She looked up at me and smiled. “I will see you just after five, my kitten, don’t be late will you? Being late will earn you your first spanking, although I get the feeling you might enjoy that too. See you soon.”

  She turned on her stiletto heels, and took off. I rushed to get her coat and get ahead of her to unlock the door. She took her coat from me, blew me a kiss, and then she was gone.

  Lost in thought, I turned the sign back over to open, and noticed the rain was still falling. I touched myself as I stood there, daydreaming, and rubbing my panties up against me. I was astounded how wet I was.

  God Almighty, Roll on five o’clock. It was going to be tough, really tough, not to go to the ladies and relieve myself. But, I had given my word, and I was determined to try to keep it.

  I walked back around behind the counter and tidied up before Mr. Baines got back. I jotted the address down she gave me, before I put the cheque in the till. Then I grabbed it back out again so I could see her name, as I still didn’t know what it was! Eloise Smart. If ever a name suited a person it was that one. She was very, very smart, and Eloise seemed to me to be elegant, sophisticated, and downright sexy.

  Mr. Baines arrived back from lunch a few minutes later looking very happy with himself, like a cat that finally caught the canary. “What have I missed, Glory?” he asked.

  I couldn’t help it; I blushed deep red with the memory of being nearly naked such a short time before.

  “Are you all right, Glory? You look a bit flushed.”

  I smiled, as best as I could. “Yes, Mr. Baines, I’m fine thank you. Just a bit queasy; perhaps something I ate disagreed with me.”

  Then, all I could think about was how I could be eating Eloise later, and that thought turned me on enormously all over again. But it scared me too. What if I didn’t do it well enough to please her? I shook myself, and saw him looking at me in an odd way, like he knew something I didn’t.

  “I sold the pearl necklace, Mr. Baines. The cheque is in the till, full price, no discount, to a lovely lady. She took up just about all my time while you were gone.”

  I busied myself, looking down at the counter, wiping another imaginary speck of dust away, afraid that if I looked at him, he would see into my soul. Then he would know what I had been doing.

  “Oh good girl, that’s excellent, I shall have to see if I can give you a special reward later.”

  I brightened up immediately. “A reward, Mr. Baines?”

  “Yes well, a bonus, let’s put it that way then, something special. Let me think about it for a while.”

  The rest of the afternoon dragged by, although around three the rain did stop, or at least slow down to a drizzle. We had a couple of people in, and I sold a set of earrings, and a silver bracelet which was for a teenage birthday present.

  “Glory, you can go for your break now if you like, oh by the way I heard your phone go off a little while ago; you must have a missed call, or message.”

  My mood was so good, though I was still so antsy in the downstairs department, I didn’t even mind that he called me Glory. I thanked him, and grabbed my bag so I could go outside and get a decent coffee from the café down the street. Before I left the shop, I thought I might as well go and have a pee, so, phone in hand off I went.

  Once I got my skirt up and panties down and sat on the seat, I opened my phone to see a text message from an unknown number. When I opened it up, I was greeted with a close-up picture of my fingers buried deep in my pussy. Oh, God, that started me off all over again. The message said
:

  —Remember, kitten, don’t you dare cum until I see you.—

  I was so turned on I could barely pee. Eventually, I did, but then wiping myself with a balled up tissue nearly caused me to orgasm. I was right on the precipice, and it was a long way down. I stood up, waddled over to the mirror with my tights around my knees, and looked at my pussy reflected back at me. It looked so inflamed, and puffy, my labia engorged and splayed. I felt that any touch at all would set me off, and it took every ounce of my will power not to rub my clit. But, I didn’t. I was so proud of myself, and I hoped my Mistress would appreciate that I had abstained.

  Somehow, someway the clock clicked over to five, and I went out back and asked Mr. Baines if I could leave.

  He looked up at me. “Well, actually, Glory, I was going to ask if you wouldn’t mind hanging back half an hour or so, I’m expecting an old client to come in to look for an eternity ring. Are you all right, Glory? You look sick.”

  I must have looked like I was going to pass out because he backtracked straight away. “Oh, it’s all right, not to worry, you get off home. Maybe you are coming down with something, you poor love.”

  “Thanks, Mr. Baines, yes I don’t quite feel myself today.” I stifled a giggle at what I’d said about feeling myself.

  “I’ll see you later then, Glory. I hope you are okay.”

  A soon as I was out of sight, I took off like a rabbit back to my old Toyota and jumped in. I’d already programmed her address into my phone so all I had to do was start the navigation. I tried hard not to speed, but the closer I got, the more nervous I became, and when I turned onto her street I was shaking like a leaf. I stopped a short distance before I got to her house.

  Can I go through with this? Should I go through with it? I’m not a lesbian, am I?

  I was scared and torn between wanting and needing to cum, wanting to experience the kind of love she had promised, and wanting to run away and hide under my bed until she’d forgotten all about me.

  My phone chirped, and I knew, I just knew it would be her. There was another picture of me. God, I looked so sexy. This was a longer shot, showing me against the wall of the shop, my tits out, nipples hard, my tights and panties down, and the look on my face was priceless. It was a look of pure, unadulterated come-and-fuck-the-bejesus-out-of-me.