She Took Me in Hand: 3 Lesbian Dominant/Submissive BDSM Romances

by I. M Rogue

  The next morning I woke up with a horrible knot in my back. I had laid in the same position most of the night and my muscles were stiff and killing me. Courtney noticed that I got up stiffly and insisted next time I tell her when I become cramped. I promised I would and she slapped my ass firmly.

  Though we were in her room she wasn’t expecting me to call her mistress so I figured when it was time too, she would let me know. Either way I was still subservient to her. I knew she expected that much, and in return her tenderness was extra sweet. As she showered off I realized that I was extremely satisfied.

  “I have to go with my father and help him pick out a weekend roast. I know it sounds weird but it’s become a tradition with us. The first weekend of each month he makes a roast” she informed me when she got out of the shower.

  “Won’t your mother be going with you?”

  “No” she replied sharply, “she should be at the gym this morning.”

  “I’ll only be gone an hour or two. Feel free to use the shower if you want to wait for me” she mentioned putting fresh clothes on.

  I agreed to use her shower and before she left she kissed me again, letting me kiss her back with full tongue. It was heavenly and reminded me why I loved her so much. Happiness and loving Courtney were two sides of the same emotion.

  After Courtney and her father had departed I showered off trying to loosen the murderous knot in my back, but didn’t have much success - it was a doosie. I wrapped a towel around me and got of the shower moving stiffly, trying to keep the knot from seizing up. When I stepped back into Courtney’s room I was taken aback by her mother folding laundry on her bed.

  “Oh hi Belle, I didn’t realize you were here.”

  “Hi Mrs. Wells, ya I spent the night last night” I replied grimacing from the tense knot.

  “What’s wrong sweetie, you look like you are in pain?”

  “I slept…on the floor - and must have been lying in a funny position. There is a huge knot right over my shoulder blade that’s killing me” I answered grimacing again.

  “Oh you poor sweet thing. Come here and let me look at it.”

  I tied the towel tightly around me and turned so she could look at it.

  “Wow that is a huge one. It’s going to need some serious attention. Lay on the bed hun and let me work on it for you.”

  That sounds great. This knot is murdering me. I don’t think Courtney would be angry if I let her mom work on the knot.

  “Thanks, that is a really nice of you” I replied.

  I lay down on my stomach across the bed and put my arms above my head. She sat down next to me and began gently rubbing the painful knot. At first her rubbing hurt and I jerked from the cramping. But once she started kneading it I could feel the knot wanting to loosen up.

  She worked it slowly, expertly taking her time so it wouldn’t be too painful. It felt a little better but the huge knot wouldn’t unravel.

  “I need more leverage” she informed me.

  She swung a leg over and sat down across me just above my ass. Now she leaned in as she rubbed and I could feel she was beginning to make some progress. It was a little weird having her mom on top of me, but the relief she was creating was much appreciated.

  “Thank you so much for helping me with this” I mentioned as she worked.

  “It’s my pleasure sweetie. I hate seeing beautiful girls suffer, and you have such a soft alluring frame.”

  I noticed that her massaging was becoming wider. She began rubbing both of my shoulders and working up towards my neck. One of her hands went to my neck and began rubbing it which felt so good that goose bumps rippled down my spine. She was massaging all of my stress away and I could feel the knot starting to loosen.

  “Does that feel good hun?”

  “It feels really good, thank you.”

  “I’m so glad” she cooed softly. “I need to get a larger area so we can loosen all the muscle connections that go to the knot. The towel is in the way. Do you mind if I remove it?”

  Without waiting for my answer she pulled the towel away and began rubbing outward towards my sides. It felt great but when she focused on my sides she was uncomfortably close to my breasts. As she rubbed she would occasionally get the side of my tits and rub them sensuously.

  This is getting a little weird. It feels good but she is keeping her hands on the sides of my breasts too long…oh come on – it’s her mom. Relax Belle, look how sweet she is to do this.

  She removed her hands from my sides and began using both hands to rub her way down the middle of my back.

  “I need to get better leverage” she informed me sliding over my ass and straddling my legs.

  I felt a little modest knowing my naked ass was in view but she was so calm and dedicated to helping that I let it go. She rubbed all the way down my back making me feel like a pool of jelly beneath her. As she massaged she would rock her body back and forth on me, making me sway on the bed to her motion. It suddenly felt like she had complete control over me. I tried to ignore it but a feeling of submission was seeping into my mind.

  When she reached the base of my back she continued down until she was massaging both ass cheeks roughly and making me feel very awkward – and more submissive.

  Oh my god. Her hands…it feels good but she is taking this too far. Oh dear.

  I could feel her spreading my ass cheeks as she rubbed and knew I was revealing too much to be appropriate. She would roughly pull them to the sides luridly exposing my asshole for long periods of time. It made me self conscious.

  “You have a cute little ass Belle.”

  I’d be lying if I said her compliment didn’t feel good, and strangely exciting. But I was also becoming concerned by how far this was going. It was becoming hard to deny she was groping me.

  I felt her fingers softly tracing my tender anus much like her daughters had before the lotion incident, and my breathing became shallower. This was way over the line. She was so mature and in control. I had no idea how to stop her.

  “Mrs. Wells?” I stated curiously, questioning her intentions.

  “Just relax angel and let me do the work” she cooed seductively.

  She is coming on to me. I am not imagining it. Oh fuck. What should I do?

  One of her fingers traced down my pussy with a just perceptible touch. My pussy heated up in response and I froze, not wanting to insult her. Her fingers continued up to my clit and traced gentle circles above it. My pussy quickly drenched as my mind raced for something to say. She gave my hot button a slight squeeze and I moaned against my better judgment.

  “Oh, Mrs. Well, what are you doing to me?”

  She bent over me and I felt her long hair dragging across my back. I could smell the sweet scent of her floral perfume as she whispered in my ear.

  “Hush sweet Belle, I have things under control.”

  Her words made me swoon with dread. I wasn’t strong enough to stop her. She was a parent, the mother of the girl I worshipped.

  Courtney’s mother is servicing me. This is as confusing as it is pleasurable. Don’t give in to it Belle. But it’s her mother – the woman who created the love of my life. How could I reject that? It is very flattering…I think?

  My clit swelled under her touch and my thoughts alternated between guilt and arousal. The taboo of the situation made everything feel more intense and I couldn’t stop moaning. I knew this would be the ultimate betrayal and summoned up the nerve to stop.

  “I don’t think we should be doing this” I whispered between moans.

  “Relax sweet little Belle. Let me make you feel good. I need to.”

  She lightly squeezed my clit again.

  “Ohh” I swooned uncontrollably. “Please Mrs. Wells, I don’t want to upset your daughter.”

  “She doesn’t have to know” she replied rubbing my clit slightly harder.

  Her leg swung off of my back and she stopped straddling me. She placed her other hand on my shoulder as she continued massaging my
hungry clit.

  “Roll over sweetie” she whispered.

  I wanted to lay still and not cooperate but my submissive side was in control and rolled my body over obediently. I lay on my back before her and she straddled me again.

  “Please Mrs. Wells, we shouldn’t do this?”

  She ignored me and unbuttoned her top taking it off. She wore a red satin bra that she quickly unhooked and her tits fell freely over me. They were much larger than Courtney’s and I cursed myself for finding them so attractive. I looked into her face and could see the resemblance to the girl I worshipped.

  Come on Belle, don’t do it. Put your foot down.

  She leaned down to kiss me and I turned my head away. I felt her breasts dragging along mine as she hovered over my face. Her hand came off my clit and I secretly yearned for it to return. She brought it up to my head and forced my face to turn and look at her.

  She leaned down and gently kissed my lips, but I didn’t kiss her back. She began softly kissing my mouth over and over. I resisted kissing her back but swooned uncontrollably.

  Each kiss seemed to be breaking me down. She tasted very much like Courtney which I both loved and hated. It was too tempting. One extra gentle deep kiss made me respond and kiss her back. She moaned appreciatively making me wish I could continue. The desire to share my lust with this mature woman was powerful.

  She began undulating her breasts against mine as we kissed. It felt so sensual in a demanding way. I felt drunk on her desire and started subconsciously gyrating my hips beneath her - wanting it all.

  “Mma, Mrsss, Mrs. Wells, please stop. I can’t do this.”

  “We are both adults. You have nothing to worry about little one. I know what I am doing, I have been with girls your age before. Please don’t stop me – I want this.”

  She arched up and let one of her large breasts drag across my chin, then guided it over my mouth. I struggled to resist the soft heavenly globe of wanton flash that begged to be licked. She began breathing harder, imploring me with her breath to take her nipple into my mouth. I continued to hold off until she positioned it perfectly between my lips and it felt like I had no recourse but to suck it in.

  I opened up and sucked Courtney’s mother’s tit into my mouth. Her nipple elongated between my lips which made my clit throb for attention. When she moaned I couldn’t help feeling satisfaction from pleasing the experienced woman. It made me feel validated in my own desirability.

  After a minute of nursing she removed her nipple from my mouth and laid heavily on me. I felt her weight pinning me – conquering me, then she slid her body down my torso. I felt her hands grab my ankles and spread my legs wide as she slipped between them. All modesty was out the window as her maternal lips tenderly kissed my swollen lust.

  “Ohhh Mrs. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  She ignored my words, sucked my clit into her mouth and stroked it firmly with her tongue. Electric stimulation radiated outward and I moaned in ecstasy.

  I am in so much trouble if Courtney finds out. Please don’t hate me Courtney, but I can’t hold off your mother. She is too good.

  Mrs. Wells began sucking me expertly, doing a spinning motion with her tongue that made my approaching orgasm rage to burst.

  What am I doing? I am betraying Courtney. This is insane – stop!

  “No more” I stammered meekly, but there was no stopping her.

  My words only made her suck twice as hard and I helplessly shuddered under her in pre-orgasm. Every stroke of her tongue felt like a musical note that played the tune of my onrushing climax like a virtuoso.

  As I shuddered on the edge of climax two of her fingers penetrated me and lifted up hard.

  Her mother’s hand is inside my pussy!

  A bolt of stimulation shot through my body and I exploded in climax, whimpering guiltily at the pleasure I knew I shouldn’t have received.

  I shook violently on the bed with her between my legs licking relentlessly, not allowing my climax to mellow. Soon another bolt shot through me and the orgasm intensified again. My muscles trembled and the hair on the back of my neck stiffened. I whimpered louder, shocked by the intensity. As it started to mellow she swirled her tongue in just the right motion and made me cum again.

  The more I wanted her to stop the more my orgasms kept coming. It was so wrong, which made it feel so intensely stimulating. I continued rocking in taboo climaxes for several minutes before the image of Courtney finding us crossed my mind.

  A sudden alarmed strength surged through me and I pulled away and rolled over. I jumped to my feet stating, “I need to go.”

  “Don’t be embarrassed” she stated calmly.

  I fumbled for my clothes and got dressed hastily.

  “Please don’t tell Courtney” she added.

  “No, I would never tell her. I love her” I stated, before realizing my mistake.

  “Are you dating my daughter?” She asked seriously.

  “Yes” I confessed.

  “Oh dear – not again.”

  I didn’t stick around to find out what that meant.

  “You’re a nice woman so don’t take this personally but that was a onetime thing - a mistake on my part. I never want to do it again.”

  I rushed out of their house and back home feeling dirty and guilty. If Courtney ever found out it would be the end of us forever.

  I stayed in my room all afternoon feeling too ashamed to leave. Courtney arrived at my house to check on me just before dinnertime. She entered my room and found me just sitting there. She walked up and kissed me. I tried to kiss her back normally but felt like my betrayal was obvious. It was only in my head though, she didn’t suspect a thing.

  “I am so proud of how you have handled yourself since our contract Belle. I want to give you a reward. Take off your clothes, I’m going down on you.”

  “Not now Courtney…it’s almost dinner.”

  “I want you for dinner lover.”

  “No!” I stammered guiltily.

  Her expression changed and she pulled back.

  “What the hell is going on? The first time ever I offer to please you and I’m rejected? Have you forgotten our arrangement...or are you in need of a reminder?” She stated sternly.

  “Don’t be mad it’s just…it’s just – I wanted to go down on you.”

  She smiled devilishly.

  “Is the little slut hungry for me?”

  “Yes”

  I am a little slut. I feel horrible.

  She peeled her jeans off in no time and sat down on my bed.

  “Get on your knees and do it you hungry slut.”

  I practically dove between her legs anxious to atone for my sins. I worked feverishly to please her, and she loved it. I worked with zest and moaned more than usual letting her know how much I appreciated her. It didn’t take long to bring her to the edge and I tried to copy the swirling tongue trick her mother had taught me. It drove her wild and she came powerfully under my service.

  “Oh fuck Belle, oh fuck Belle” she moaned while convulsing.

  When she was done she let out a long satisfied breath and sat up to look at me.

  “I love you so much. That was amazing, how did a prude like you get so good at eating pussy?”

  I was please she liked it and the way she said she loved me made some of my guilt melt away. She pulled me close and held me, kissing the side of my head. Suddenly she pulled back and smelled. Her expression went puzzled and she smelt again.

  “Why do you smell like my mother’s perfume?”

  Holy crap – I should have taken another shower.

  “I, I don’t know what you mean.”

  Her expression became serious, deadly serious.

  “I mean why do I smell my mother’s perfume on you Belle?”

  “I don’t know” I replied trying to sound confused.

  She pulled her panties up followed by her jeans. Then she grabbed my wrist hard and drug me out of the room.

  “Come on�
� she scowled in a tone I’d never heard her make.

  She drug me straight through my house and all the way next store. She opened her front door and dragged me into her kitchen.

  “Look mom, Belle is here” she stated thrusting me into the kitchen.

  Mrs. Wells and I looked at each other trying to be casual but Courtney knew immediately by the expressions on our faces.

  “I don’t believe it. How could you do this to me again” she scowled at her mother.

  Her mother just shook her head guiltily and looked down at the floor. My stomach grew sick and felt cramped. My heart banged in my ears and reality seemed to slip into slow motion.

  Courtney turned to me with a look of blood on her face.

  “You…you!”

  She grabbed me with both hands and drove me into the kitchen wall so hard I banged my head. Her fingers dug in painfully and I thought she was going to kill me.

  “Courtney stop, let her go” I heard her mother shout.

  “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry” I tried to squeak out.

  “Courtney you stop this right now” her mother stated grabbing her arm and jerking her away from me.

  SLAP – Courtney’s hand landed hard across her mother’s face.

  “Don’t you ever touch me you fucking bitch.”

  She rammed her body into mine until we were nose to nose.

  “Report to my bedroom at nine o’clock you fucking cheap bitch.”

  Then she turned, bolted to her bedroom and slammed to the door. My hands were shaking and I wanted to cry.

  “I hope you are satisfied” I stammered to her mother and left their house shakily.

  Instead of going home I took off running. I ran to the end of the block and through the park I played at when I was a child. I finally stopped at the edge of the grass and fell to my knees crying.

  It’s over. Everything I went through to get her – and I let it all go in one moment of weakness. I can’t even pretend to deserve her now. She deserves better – I am shit.

  I cried for a while longer feeling sorry for myself. When the sun began to set I got up and headed for home. Nine o’clock was approaching and for the first time I was not anxious to meet up with my lover. Or former lover as I now felt. How could I face her? I had committed the ultimate betrayal and nothing would ever be the same again. I could only imagine what she was going to do to me – but felt sure it would be our last time together. All that was left of us was to punish me. I was no longer worthy of her.