by Ella Ford
Summer sat up instantly and lifted the blindfold from her eyes. She blinked, unaccustomed to the light in the room and looked around. “Yes mistress,” she finally spoke. Her voice was soft and lilting, the faintest hint of a southern accent coloring her words.
As she stood, I found myself staring at her naked body. She was young, in her early twenties perhaps, and she had a good figure. Slim and toned, with a light tan on her soft skin. Her breasts were perky and firm, with pink nipples that were hard and firm. My gaze fell to her crotch, lingering on the smooth skin of her womanhood, perfectly hairless with not a single blemish on her flawless skin. Her long blonde hair fell in wavy cascades down her back and ended at the base of her spine. Her face was heavily made-up, with bright red lipstick across her full, pouting lips and dark, smokey eyes.
She brushed past me as she walked across the room and I caught her scent in my nose. A clean hint of soap under the overwhelmingly sensual aroma of her perfume. I found myself closing my eyes as it washed over me, breathing deeply to capture as much as I could.
I turned to follow her as she tottered across the suite on her precarious heels. She seemed utterly unconcerned about her nakedness, not making a single effort to cover herself. As I watched, she reached down to pick up a bag that was propped against the wall by the bathroom. She bent at the waist and I caught a glimpse of her pussy lips between her legs as she rummaged in the large bag. I found myself unable to look away from the plump mound of her labia, darker than the rest of her skin, a complex maze of folds that seemed to invite me forward.
I shook my head, not sure what was happening. My heart was pounding hard in my chest and I felt a warm flush spreading up my chest and neck to burn my cheeks. As Summer continued to search the bag, I studied the round curve of her ass, the long line of her slender legs, her calf muscles pulled tight by the tall heels on her feet. And, of course, that tantalising bulge of flesh between her legs.
I sensed unfamiliar feelings warring within me. I considered myself straight and had never even thought about women in that way before. While most of my friends confessed to innocent explorations in college, or drunken fumbles in dark alleys, I’d never once felt that desire within me. I appreciated women aesthetically, but never sexually.
What was happening inside me now was different. It was beyond an aesthetic appreciation, more an animalistic longing. I found myself thrilled by the novelty, and terrified by the implication. I allowed the feeling to dominate, to push aside my anger and reservations. I embraced it, probing the desire to test its boundaries and limitations. I looked within myself and found a deeper thought, a thought that burned within my mind like a dark star. A forbidden thought that made me tremble as I looked upon it and pondered its curious content.
I wanted to own Summer.
How had this happened? Not an hour before, I was firm in my certainty that Martinelli’s venture was wrong. That it flew in the very face of my feminist instincts. It was wrong for women to give themselves to others to use. But was it so wrong if it was consensual? Wasn’t the greatest power of all the power to offer yourself unconditionally? Wasn’t such submission the ultimate expression of self-determination? A paradoxical empowerment that relinquished power. My mind raced with conflicting thoughts, raging against each other for control.
As desire clashed with inhibition and fought for control of my actions, something loomed in the background, burning like a beacon in the night. Five simple words, words from Martinelli’s note.
She’s yours for the night.
Finally, I spoke. Interrupting Summer as she pulled her clothing from the bag.
“Wait, Summer. I-I want you to stay.”
Chapter 2: Exploration
Summer stood and turned to face me, a brief look of surprise flashing across her face, then she returned to her previous expression of placid docility. “Yes mistress,” she nodded and walked back over to where I stood.
It was my turn to be surprised as she immediately fell to her knees before me. With her head bowed, she crossed her arms behind her back, pushing her breasts forward provocatively. “What does mistress desire?” she purred.
My mind raced, not sure what to do next. In the fevered considerations of the past few minutes, I had been acting on blind instinct, embracing strange desires and longings, but never really stopping to consider the implications of those desires. I had no idea what to do next, what latitude my position gave me. I had only the faintest concept of what women did together and yet this meek and subservient girl was looking to me for orders. My heart pounded in my chest, a growing feeling of panic rising through my body and threatening to overwhelm me. I shut my eyes and took a deep breath, reminding myself that I was not obliged to do anything. That I was in control of this situation and could end it whenever I wanted.
I sat back on the bed and studied the kneeling girl before me. The sight of her seemed to settle my thoughts. The gentle rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed, the firmness of her smooth thighs, her red lips, glistening in the dim light of the hotel room.
“I want to take a bath, would you prepare it for me?” I decided to start with my original plan.
Summer jumped to her feet. “Yes mistress,” she whispered, and scampered off to the bathroom. Within seconds, I heard the sound of water filling the large whirlpool bath. I took the opportunity to collect my thoughts and think about what was happening. I felt a rush of excitement as I considered the situation. It was exotic and unfamiliar, the intoxicating feeling of power overwhelming the nervous anticipation of my first time with another woman. I allowed my mind to roam over the plains of possibility, pondering acts that I’d never previously considered.
I felt a growing warmth in my pussy, a tingling core of pleasure that pulsed through my body sending shivers up my spine and down my legs. Sighing, I stood and gingerly walked towards the bathroom.
Summer was kneeling by the tub on a folded, white towel. She’d returned to her submissive pose and was gazing at the floor. The expansive bath had filled quickly and the room was moist with steam. I stood for a moment, wondering what to do next.
“U-undress me,” I finally said, nervous and unsure of myself. Summer jumped up once again and moved to where I stood. She stopped before me and allowed her eyes to meet mine, a tacit request for permission. I nodded and she stepped forward and started to unbutton my blouse.
I shuddered as I felt her hands through the thin material, warm and soft on my skin. She slipped the blouse over my shoulders and down my arms, taking it from me and carefully folding it. She placed it on the sink unit and returned to me. Once again, she fell to her knees and began to unzip my skirt. She pulled the tight material over my hips and down my legs. She looked up at me and tapped my ankle, indicating that I should step out of the skirt. I did so and she once again folded the garment, placing it with the blouse.
I suddenly felt exposed, standing there in my underwear with this naked girl. I felt myself blushing and longed to cover myself with my arms. Summer didn’t seem to notice my discomfort and instead continued by slipping my low heels from my feet with tender delicacy. She placed my shoes to one side and reached up to pull my pantyhose down my legs. Down to just my panties and bra, she stood again and made a twirling gesture with her finger indicating that I should turn around. I did so and she unclasped my bra with expert fingers. I felt her fingertips brush against my back as she pushed the bra down over my shoulders and I gasped as tingles shot down my spine and arms. Finally, she kneeled again and teased my panties down my legs, placing them with my other clothes.
I stood completely naked, towering over this girl who kneeled obediently before me. I was suddenly overcome with desire. I wanted to hold her close to me, to taste her mouth, to feel her tongue on me. My breathing quickened and I struggled to regain control. I took a deep breath, stepped past Summer and climbed into the bath.
I gasped as I eased my body into the warm water. I could feel Summer’s eyes on me, awaiting my next request. I paused f
or a moment, enjoying the bath and the sense of anticipation. I glanced around and caught Summer’s eye. There was a wicked look on her face. Half innocent waif, half sultry temptress. Her intent was clear, her consent obvious. Any lingering doubt I had about this strange arrangement left my mind there and then and I simply had to have her.
“Come and wash me,” I invited.
Summer crawled across the bathroom and knelt beside the bath. She took one of the luxurious bars of soap in her hand and used a sponge to work up a lather. I turned my back to her and lifted my hair from my neck, allowing her access to my skin. She reached forward, and with a delicate touch began to rub the soap into my shoulders. It was intolerably pleasant, her hands were soft and smooth, gently massaging my tense muscles. I moaned, closing my eyes and bowing my head. She moved to my arms, continuing to rub in quick circles with the palms of her hand.
I turned to face her, exposing my breasts to her and urging her to them. She took more soap and eagerly laid her hands on me, rubbing and squeezing as she worked the lather into my skin. My nipples ached as her fingers brushed against them, I longed to feel her mouth there. I was breathless now, hypnotised by her tender motion and the greedy look in her eyes.
“Get in with me,” I commanded.
She plunged her hands into the water to rinse off the remaining soap then bent to remove her shoes. I shuffled to the center of the large tub to allow her room to enter, never taking my eyes off her face, her breasts, her succulent pussy. I had never felt this way before, never felt this hunger, this longing, an intolerable craving for another person.
Summer paused to pull at the ribbon around her neck, allowing it to slip down her body to the floor, then stepped into the bath beside me. She lowered herself gingerly into the hot water. I reached out to her, nervously running my finger from her neck down her chest to her nipple. I paused there, savoring the soft yielding flesh beneath my fingertip. She moved towards me in the water, her body submerged to just beneath her breasts. I raised my hand to her cheek and she leaned into my palm, closing her eyes.
“What does mistress require?” she whispered.
“You,” I replied and leaned in to press my mouth against hers. She responded instantly, no hint of hesitation. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to meet mine. I pulled her closer, forcing our open mouths together and plunged my tongue into her mouth, hungry for her taste.
I relished this new sensation. This girl’s kiss was softer than a man’s, more focused and less frantic. The taste of her lipstick thrilled me, the warmth of her sweet breath on my face caused a rush of desire that threatened to overwhelm me. I reached my hand behind her head and plunged my fingers into her hair. I grabbed a thick handful and roughly pulled her head backwards. I raised up on my knees in the bath and looked down at her.
She gazed up, succumbing to me and allowing her body to go where I directed it. With my other hand, I grabbed underneath her chin and leaned forward to continue to kiss her. There was more urgency now, our mouths slid together and I licked at her full lips, tugging at her bottom lip with my teeth. She gasped at my roughness and the sudden forceful drive that seemed to possess me.
I was operating on pure instinct now. With each new sensation, I adapted and changed my behaviour to pursue it. I became aware of a need to feel her tongue on my pussy. I looked around, improvising a method by which I might achieve this.
Still clutching her hair, I directed us both to the side of the tub and raised myself out of the warm water to sit on the side. I raised my right leg and rested my foot on the edge of the bath, spreading my legs and exposing my pussy to her. We made eye contact and I wordlessly signalled my intent with a flick of my eyes downwards. Summer dutifully submerged her body deeper into the water and shifted forward until her head was inches away from my quivering lips. She paused for endless seconds, then slowly drew her tongue up through my labia.
The sensation was exquisite! Every touch sent jolts of electricity through my body, down my legs and to the tips of my fingers. I threw my head back and moaned, grabbing her head and pushing her closer into me. She responded by moving her tongue deeper and faster, long strokes that brushed my clit and made me shudder with pleasure. I cried out, demanding that she go faster. She focused her attention on my clit, sucking it into her mouth and lapping it with her hungry tongue. I gasped as she pushed two fingers into my tight hole, rotating them around as she thrust in and out.
I was breathing heavily now, the intense sensation of being filled by her fingers compounded with the jolts of lightning that crackled over me every time her tongue pushed on my clit. It was unfathomable how good this felt. My previous experience of oral sex had been from reluctant or unskilled boyfriends, and my ex-husband never even bothered to venture down there at all. Summer was clearly an expert and her skillful touch fueled my heightened senses and set my senses ablaze.
“Oh yes! Yes! Faster! Faster!” I yelled out, unconcerned about who would hear. I wanted to come on this girl’s face, I wanted to cover her with my juices and then lick her clean myself. My mind reeled at these thoughts that were at once unfamiliar yet entirely appropriate.
Too late to do anything about it, I felt the distant roar of my climax approaching. It began in my pussy, a faint spark of white light, and grew rapidly, suffusing my legs and my stomach, spreading up to my chest as a flush of warmth and raging down my arms. I let it take me, surrendering myself to the inevitable and giving my body over to the surge of pleasure. It exploded in my mind, cancelling my thoughts and flattening my senses for an unknown length of time. I tensed my body, wrapping my thighs around Summer’s head and pulled her tighter into myself.
“Oh fuck yes!” I screamed as the heat surged through me. It held me for the longest time, and I began to fear it might never leave. But it eventually relaxed its grip and released my body. I slid forwards into the water, pushing Summer aside. I felt a different warmth wash over me and the softness of Summer’s body sliding against mine. I closed my eyes and fell back against the side of the tub, contentment and bliss causing me to drift away.
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When I came to, I found Summer sitting beside me in the tub. She was lazily stroking a slender hand up and down my inner thighs under the water. Every so often, she would allow her hand to brush my tired pussy, sending shivers down my spine. I glanced at her, drinking in her expression of quiet obedience. I found my mind racing off in every direction, considering what I could do with this young blonde, what I could have her do to me.
I gently eased up out of the bath and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapped myself in it. Summer looked to me for instruction.
“Get out of the bath, join me in the other room,” I calmly said and turned to leave the bathroom. I was impressed by my assertiveness, thrilled my sexual dominance. It excited me that Summer obeyed my every command without hesitation.
I walked through the large hotel room, and sat down on the comfortable sofa in the center of the room. Within a minute, Summer emerged from the bathroom. She stood before me, awaiting instruction.
“Open the Champagne and pour me a glass,” I said, gesturing at the ice bucket at the end of the bed. She nodded and walked to the bottle, then expertly popped the cork and began to pour a glass. As she finished pouring, her hand lost its grip on the bottle and it slipped in her grasp, knocking the glass over and spilling the Champagne onto the floor. She gasped and quickly picked the glass up. She looked over at me, a look of guilty shame spreading over her face.
A sudden compulsion struck me, a feeling that I have never had before but which caused my pulse to quicken once again. I set my face with a look of disapproval and beckoned her over to me. She dutifully put the bottle back in the bucket and stepped across the room with her head bowed.
When she finally reached me, I took hold of her hand, caressing her slender fingers with my own. I met her gaze and spoke. “Summer, you’ve been careless haven’t you?” I asked, my voice dripping with stern authority.
“Yes
, mistress,” she replied.
“And what happens to careless girls?” I said, the thrill of this roleplay causing my face to flush.
“They’re punished, mistress?” Summer replied.
“They’re punished. Now, I want you to lay across my lap. Right here.” I pointed at my thighs and the floor to either side. “Quickly now,” I snapped, sensing her hesitation.
She meekly lowered herself to her knees on my right and then lay herself forwards across my legs, so that her hands rested on the floor to my left and her feet rested on the floor to my right. Her firm ass was perfectly positioned for my right hand, and I tenderly stroked the warm flesh of her cheeks. Drawing my fingers down over her asshole, I pushed my hand between her thighs, forcing her to open her legs slightly and give me access to her pussy. I lingered there, exploring her lips - a familiar geography, yet it thrilled me to discover it on another woman. She was damp, a warm slickness that came from inside her and was not from the bath. I brushed her clitoris and she moaned at my touch. Suddenly, I withdrew my hand and raised it up above her ass, she gasped at the absence and tensed in anticipation.
I paused, relishing Summer’s imperceptible shivering as she prepared to be spanked. What was wrong with me? Why did this excite me so much? Why did I wish to dominate this girl?
I brought my hand down on the soft flesh of her ass cheek, not too hard at first, a light slap to give her a taste. She yelped at this and shifted on my lap. I stroked her ass again, mixing tender caresses with the pain of the spanking. She inhaled as I raised my hand again. Once more, I held my hand above me, lingering there to increase her anticipation. I brought my hand down, the flat of my palm slapping against her skin with a sharp crack. She jumped and raised her head back.