Without another thought, I steered the car out away from the curb, and drove the fifty yards or so left to her house. Taking a deep breath, I locked up, walked to her door, and rang the bell before I could change my mind.
Without her shoes on, we were closer to the same height. She opened the door, still wearing the same clothes, and she still looked divine. She hugged me, her breasts squashed against mine, and I felt like I had come home. The door was wide open for the whole street to see, my God she was so brazen. It felt wonderful to be in her arms though, so warm and welcome.
“Come in, kitten.” I shivered when she called me that. “Shut the door behind you; we are going to go straight up to my bedroom. I bet right about now the slightest touch and you would come, wouldn’t you?”
“Oh God yes, Mistress. I’ve been good though, I didn’t do it myself.”
“I know you didn’t, I trusted you, and I know you would never betray that trust.”
She led me by the hand up the carpeted stairs, my heart going boom, boom, boom, my pussy quivering with excitement, my breath shallow. God, I was nearly a basket case.
We turned into a beautiful bedroom with a huge bed with a white linen doona and lots of pillows. She turned to me and took both my hands in hers. “Kitten, I want you to see something.”
She took her phone out of her shirt pocket, and opened it up to the pictures section. There were eight pictures of me, slutty, dirty pictures that were so hot at the same time. She showed me she had selected them, and then tapped the delete key. I looked up at her suddenly, confused. This was the power I gave her over me and she had deleted it?
She tossed the phone onto the dressing table, and took my hand again.
“Listen carefully, kitten. You have free will. I don’t want you here unless this is where you want to be. When you offered me pictures to make you keep your promise I loved you for suggesting it. I agreed and played along; because I wanted you to feel that I controlled you for the afternoon. But you came here, and now I no longer want that unless you give it willingly. I believe you are a naturally submissive young woman, and I can help you fulfil your true potential, and give you love. But, you know what? The choice is yours, and always will be. You can stay, or leave, any time. I don’t need, or want you to feel blackmailed. So, the pictures are gone, and you are free to leave if you wish, or stay; it’s your choice.”
I was stunned and so confused about this whole Mistress-submissive thing. There was one thing I did know, more than anything else in the world: I was where I wanted to be.
“May I stay, Mistress, please?”
“You are absolutely perfect; we knew you would be. Now you may undress me, kitten.”
The thought raced across my mind: What does she mean by ‘we’ knew you would be perfect? But, I had far more important things to think about. I was mesmerized by those black buttons, and one by one I popped them open. She held out her cuffs to me and I undid those too. I then tugged her top out of her skirt and eased it off her shoulders. Her bra was spectacular, as were her breasts, and I could see the shadow and shape of her stiff nipples through the lace. I dropped her top to the floor, before searching around her for the zipper in her skirt.
“Just this once, kitten, I will allow you to drop my clothes, because I know you are new, and very, very excited. But next time you will fold my clothes neatly.”
“Thank you, Mistress, I will remember.” The zip was all the way down and I felt for a catch or button at the top. It was a button, and I undid it. Then, I knelt before her, and as gently as I could, eased her skirt down over her hips. I held it as she stepped out. I looked up at her from my kneeling position, God she was spectacular. She wore black stay up stockings, no tights for her, and black lace bikini panties, which naturally matched her bra.
“Now my bra, pet, take it off. You’ve been waiting to do that, haven’t you?”
Oh, yes please. I rose up on my knees so I could stretch my arms around her to get to the hooks and eyes. This had the wonderful effect of positioning my face so close, it was as much as I could do not to kiss her tits through the lace. Finally, with fingers trembling, I got it undone, and slid the silky-soft garment down her arms, and dropped it to the floor.
There, right in front of my face, were the most beautiful boobs I could ever imagine. Her nipples were long, and looked like they were begging for attention. I looked up at her face and she nodded. My hands covered them, I leaned forward and put my lips over her right teat and suckled.
I remember thinking earlier in the day how I understood what men saw in our tits; this was wonderful, they felt so right in my hands and I treated them just the way I like mine sucked: not too hard, though later I knew she would want it harder. She ran her fingers through my hair, guiding my head from one breast to the other. I was so turned on, and so in love with her boobs, I could have done it all night.
“Mmmmm, are you sure you’ve never done this before, kitten?”
Unwilling to let her nipple go, I looked up at her face and just shook my head. The fact I was turning her on only served to excite me more, not that I thought being more turned on was even possible; yet I was. Her fingers in my hair became a little more insistent and she forced my face away from her breasts.
“Take my panties off now, darling.” Her breathy voice sounded a little hoarse.
I leaned back on my haunches and slipped my fingers under the sides to caress her hips. I tugged them down over her bottom, then her thighs, and my hungry gaze was drawn to her mound. Completely bare, she must have waxed, as there wasn’t a hint of a bristle anywhere. She stepped out of her panties and then parted her legs, and with her fingers still tangled in my hair, guided my mouth to her pussy.
At first touch, I was stuck with how wonderfully sexy she tasted, musky and salty, but sweet too. She was as wet as I felt I was. I slipped my tongue inside her using it as a scoop to get as much of her essence as I could.
“Oh, kitten, you are a natural little slut, aren’t you? That’s a good girl; lick your Mistress’s cunt.”
Usually, I hate to hear that word, but in this situation, with my mouth over it, licking and sucking her, to hear her use it was such a complete turn on. Yes, I realized it then: I was a natural born cunt licker. I strove to not only enjoy the experience, but take her as high as I could and give her a massive orgasm.
She held me tightly, and rocked her hips, so I couldn’t escape even if I wanted to. I stretched up with both hands to hold her beautiful breasts, as I wanted to feel as much of her as I could.
Our gazes locked and she whispered, “do you want me to cum, kitten? Is that what you want, your Mistress to cum for you?”
I nodded, not wanting to take my lips and tongue from her, and concentrated on licking her clit as rapidly as I could; up and down with the tip of my tongue, my hands squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples between thumb and finger, rolling hard and tight, making them elongate.
I felt her pussy thicken and open, and suddenly, I was rewarded with a little jet of spray in my mouth as she moaned loudly. Oh, fuck, that was so sexy, I wanted more, and I swallowed as if it was nectar from the Gods as she orgasmed hard against my sucking mouth.
I didn’t want to let her go, or for her to pull away, so I dropped my hands from her breasts to hold her bottom. Fingers splayed to get a good grip; I held onto her and forced her against my mouth, licking as fast and hard as I could.
“Oh fuck, kitten, yes baby yes, lick me. I’m going to cum again, you sweet little pet, don’t stop baby, yesssssssssssss.”
This time she came harder, the first one must have been a warmup, because her pussy opened like a flower, and she squirted, a stronger jet that tasted fantastically addictive. I felt her entire body shudder, and once she gushed she was so wet, and I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t want to spoil it, so I slowed down. Knowing she would be sensitive, loving her pussy with my mouth rather than trying to make her cum any more, until she stopped twitching and moaning.
She back
ed away from my mouth, and I felt disappointed it was over. I wanted more. I was almost possessed with the need to drink from her and make her climax repeatedly. It was a day of firsts for me, because I had never felt that way about making a guy cum. I felt my chin all wet from her, and I could smell her on me; the sexiest smell in the world. I never wanted to wash it off my skin.
Eloise sank to her knees, holding onto me, her hands on my shoulders, and she hugged me tightly, whispering to me wonderful compliments which made me feel like I was on top of the world.
“Oh, you beautiful girl, you. No one has made me cum like that for a long, long time, darling. You are so wonderful, my pet. Mmm I could so easily fall in love with you. Did you like it, baby? Did you like making your Mistress cum? Did you like swallowing my juices? I felt you suck it out of me, you wonderful little kitten, you.”
I cannot describe how proud I felt of myself. My first time with a woman and I had that effect on her! Boy, I loved tasting her squirt, that was just the most incredibly sexy thing, and I’d never heard of it before. “Thank you, Mistress, for letting me please you. I loved it, and feel so indebted to you.”
She stared into my eyes for a moment and then kissed me. A long slow and beautiful kiss that made me feel so wanted. I loved her naked skin and couldn’t get enough of touching her all over. She felt so smooth, unlike a man. It was the most wonderful experience, and I never wanted it to stop. I think if she asked me to commit murder I would have, if it meant I could be with her.
“I think my baby needs to cum now, doesn’t she?”
“Oh yes please, Mistress, I really need to.”
She stood up and led me to the bed. Once alongside it she threw back the covers and climbed in. She lay on her back looking at me, with pure adoration in her eyes, or was it lust?
“Take your clothes off, kitten, nice and slowly, let me watch you undress.”
I never stopped looking at her beautiful face, and once again I felt the need to do what she asked me in the best way I could, to please her. I didn’t perform a striptease, that would have felt silly, but I did do it slowly and as sensuously as I could. She encouraged me along the way, with every item I took off, she applauded me and called me kitten, or pet, or baby. I’ve never felt so cared for in all my life. When I slid my soaking wet panties down I wished I had shaved, and felt the need to say so.
“I’m so sorry, Mistress I haven’t shaved for you; I promise I will for next time.”
“No need, baby, I will shave you myself, and kiss you after each stroke of the razor.”
And didn’t that sound sexy? To have her shave the most intimate part of my body.
“Come here, you need to cum, I can tell. I’ve teased you enough. Now you get your reward for being such a beautiful kitten. Come; kneel up here over my mouth baby, I want to taste you.”
Wow, this stunning woman wants to lick me till I cum. That sounded so wonderful having been on the edge for so long. I glided closer, and lifted myself up onto her bed. I realized I had only been licked a handful of times before. My long-term boyfriend didn’t like to do it, and only did if I wasn’t turned on enough and he needed to lubricate me before he fucked me. Another guy I screwed with once did, and he did make me orgasm, but he was a one-night stand at a party. I lifted my thigh over her beautiful face and lowered myself down until I was just above her lips.
The headboard was just the right height for my elbows to rest on, and I felt her blow warm air along my labia, making me shiver. Like I did before, she held my breasts, squeezing, pinching, and it felt wonderful as she held me and rolled my nipples between finger and thumb. Then I felt her tongue for the first time spreading me open. I closed my eyes, and let her take me to heaven.
Having been on edge for so long, and with her ruthless teasing of me, it didn’t take long. How could it? When I orgasmed, it was like an unstoppable, out of control train, and I have never, ever cum like it before. I screamed and shook and shuddered, and she took me form one peak to the next and the next, not letting up, not letting me calm down, and finally I felt what she had promised. I squirted. And oh my fucking God, it was so intense I almost passed out.
She helped guide me down into bed with her and held me, stroking me all over, telling me how beautiful I was. I had no idea making love could be anything like it, so sweet and beautiful, and wonderful. Our naked bodies entwined and I couldn’t get enough of touching her as she seemingly couldn’t get enough of me.
I may have slept for a while; I’m not sure. It’s possible I wasn’t asleep as such, just in some euphoric state where every nerve ending in my body was relaxed. But I was suddenly awake as I heard the front door slam. I felt scared because it came home to me I was in a married woman’s bed.
She sensed me stiffen and she held me and said, “It’s okay, kitten, don’t worry; it’s my husband. Remember I told you he was due home at six-thirty? I told you I wanted to see you with a real pearl necklace? Well, he is coming up to join us, and he has a lovely big cock. I want to watch you suck him, I want to watch you get a real pearl necklace, baby. Will you do that for me, kitten?”
I gazed into her eyes, and saw she cared for me, and wanted to look after me. I felt safe and secure, and I had never felt as sexy as right then. The thought of her directing me to suck her husband turned me on, and made me quiver with desire all over again. I felt her fingers inside me, and I knew it would please my Mistress to do this.
I nodded to her, and with that nod I was assuring her I would do my best to make her proud of me.
We both turned toward the door as it slowly opened. With a huge smile on his face, in walked Mr. Baines. Her earlier words echoed in my head when she had said we knew I would be perfect.
Well, he was quite a dish, as I mentioned earlier.
I was going to get my real pearl necklace.
About the Author
It seems to me, that not only is the incidence of bisexuality, and gay or lesbian life styles becoming more prevalent but so too is the acceptance of those people who live it. I wonder sometimes, if in the future, heterosexuality will decline to the point that ‘straights’ become the minority. If such a time comes, I believe the world will be better off for it.
I read an article once, that said that it was believed every woman, at some point in her life, will either participate, or seriously consider, taking part in a lesbian liaison. Is it true? I think so.
Thank you for reading my first story, I have many more to tell.
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