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

by I. M Rogue

  MELTDOWNS

  When I got back to my room I mustered up the nerve to face Courtney and the severe punishment I surely had coming. I took a moment to consider what I should wear but had no idea, finally deciding to go for sexy in a last desperate attempt to appeal to her. I didn’t own very much in the way of sexy so I resorted to my sheer black panties and short plaid skirt that was hardly new to her. But it was the best I could come with and as I dressed I began to hate myself.

  I don’t deserve her and whatever she does to me I brought on myself. I guess I’ll have to get used to pining for her from afar. Honestly, I hope she does break up with me.

  I didn’t mean it, but I was trying to prepare myself for heartbreak. Wrapped up in self loathing I headed next door a little early – what difference would it make? I couldn’t upset her any worse than I already had.

  Mr. Wells answered the door blissfully unaware of the drama he was surrounded by and welcomed me in with a warm smile. I walked to her bedroom in the back of the house and stood in front of the door. There were no sounds coming from the inside, it felt like a morgue.

  Tap tap – I knocked.

  The door swung open and she stood there in just sweat pants, her beautiful hair messed up like she didn’t care. She motioned me in and slammed the door behind me. Her eyes flared at me as I stood awkwardly in front of her – looking dressed up compared to her disheveled state. It only made us feel further apart.

  “I didn’t mean for what happened to happen” I mumbled.

  She continued to just glare at me – the hurt in her face was clearly visible.

  “I don’t blame you if you hate me, but I still love you. I swear I didn’t want it to happen.”

  “Strip and bend over that chair” she stated in a cold emotionless voice.

  I undressed completely before bending over the back of her dresser chair and she began tying my hands to the foot rungs. Then she tied my feet to the base of the chair securing me tightly in the bent over position.

  “Go ahead, do what you want – I deserve it” I stated sadly.

  “I don’t think you get it Belle. I have full legal protection to do anything I want to you. When I am done making you pay you will be lucky if you can crawl out of this room. And don’t think this means we are still together –we’re not. When this score is settled I don’t ever want to speak to you again.”

  “Yes mistress.”

  SLAP! – she struck me hard across the cheek.

  “Don’t you ever fucking call me that. You lost that right.”

  She walked to the closet and removed a long black whip with flayed ends - the one she had initiated me with the night before.

  “I thought that was only the initiation whip” I asked, dreading the nightmare whip.

  “I showed you what would happen if you ever betrayed me. I am going to whip you until you’re bloody bitch.”

  Oh dear no.

  “Please Courtney, don’t say that.”

  Out of the corner of my eye I saw the whip raise up beyond my view, a half second later it hit my ass so hard I nearly tipped over the chair. The sting shot through me like a bullet until my eyes only saw the color white.

  “I am sorry Courtney.”

  Holy shit that hurt a lot! That’s too much!

  Another equally hard blow needled right through me, feeling like it stung straight through to my clit before rebounding off of it. I screamed loudly in pain.

  “Ow Courtney, please have some mercy.”

  “You have shown that you don’t deserve mercy. How do you think it makes me feel to learn you were with my mother? This isn’t the first time she has done this to me. I would have never guessed you…”

  SWAT!

  Another hard blow rained down. It landed right on the same spot as the last and made me screech out a broken scream.

  “Ahh-ahhh. It was as stupid mistake that will never happen again” I pleaded.

  “You couldn’t wait to be alone with her – could you?”

  SWAT! – the sting of the next blow made my nipples jump to attention - as if they were begging for mercy on my behalf. My entire ass was ringing with a searing pain that ripped through me. I tried to reason with her.

  “No Courtney no! I swear she was the one that seduced me. I didn’t want it. She tricked me into becoming aroused. She must have planned it.”

  “FUCK-YOU!” she shouted angrily.

  SWAT!

  SWAT!

  SWAT!

  She started whipping me with abandon and my ass burned inconceivably bad. The sting of it pounded in my temples and drool drained out of my shocked mouth. The stinging in my ass felt like a hot flame and I whined and writhed in agony over the chair.

  “She made me. She tricked me before I knew what was going on” I begged.

  “So why didn’t you try and stop it bitch?”

  SWAT! – This blow was to the back of my head. The tines of the whip slashed around and stung the side of my cheek and I whimpered terrified.

  She is going to beat me to a pulp.

  “Please have some mercy on me Courtney” I squealed.

  “Mercy? You want mercy bitch. Let me show you what I think of that.”

  The anger in her voice sounded insane. She was off her rocker and operating on pure rage, throwing the whip at me. I watched her open her dresser, pull out the curling iron and plug it in.

  “Here is how much mercy I think you deserve. I am going to enjoy this you little cunt. Spread your legs.”

  My legs were tied firmly to the chair and there was no way of spreading them. Surely she knew this but was seemingly making excuses to make me appear disobedient.

  “I can’t spread my legs, they are tied to tightly.”

  “If you refuse to cooperate we will just have to make do.”

  I felt the curling iron against my pussy lips and shook nervously. She began easing it inside me, inch by inch, making me more nervous. Once the curling iron was shoved deep into my pussy I grunted in a panic. I heard the sound of her turning it on and felt a twinge of warmth all along the walls of my pussy.

  “It’s getting a little hot in here, don’t you think bitch” she mocked.

  The iron began warming up and I panicked further. She was in such a vengeful frenzy that I feared she was going to disfigure me.

  “No, please baby no” I pleaded.

  “I’m not your baby bitch. Now hump the last lover you will ever have.”

  The curling iron quickly got hotter and I was too afraid to hump it. I began crying desperately, tears streaming down my alarmed face. The walls of my pussy began heating rapidly. I was terrified.

  “Pleeease don’t do this Courtney” I sobbed out of control.

  She was shaking with rage as the iron became unbearably hot, moments away from scalding me.

  “Ahhh! Courtney – help!” I cried.

  Suddenly she pulled the iron out of me, ripping the plug out and throwing it on the floor. Her face crinkled in on itself and she fell to her knees in a deep guttural grimace. Her mouth heaved wide open in a frozen scream that made no sound – but told of great suffering. Finally she collapsed against my chair and cried like baby. Her arms wrapped around me and her hands gripped me tightly.

  “I’m so sorry Belle” she sobbed.

  “I’m sorry too” I sobbed back. “I forgive you.”

  “But I don’t know if I can forgive you” she wailed. “I know it’s not your fault.”

  We both cried in our own misery for a few minutes. As we did so she untied me from the chair and then curled up on her bed in a fetal position. I sat down next to her and tenderly stroked her hair until she settled down.

  It was unusual to see my strong stern mistress so vulnerable. I couldn’t remain sitting on my ass because she had covered it in painful welts so I lied down beside her and spooned her as I stroked.

  “Your mother did this to you before?”

  “Ya, when I was fifteen” she sobbed.

  “Fifteen? What
exactly happened?” I inquired curiously.

  “She began having an affair with the first girl I fell in love with - who was only fourteen at the time.”

  “Fourteen” I repeated shocked. “That is crazy.”

  “No, that’s my mom. I hate her…and I hate Linda.”

  “Was that the name of your first love?”

  “Ya” she whispered distantly.

  “What happened after that?”

  “Linda fell in love with her and they had an affair for months behind my back. When Linda’s mom found out about it she threatened to call the police and turn my mom in. There was a lot of fights and lot of drama. I was the last to know…well except my father who still doesn’t know.”

  “Your father never found out?”

  “Mother made up a lie and convinced him to move away because she was afraid of being arrested. We’ve moved twice since then.”

  No wonder Courtney has such high standards for loyalty. Her mother has messed her up.

  “I hate your mother now too” I stammered. “You deserve so much better than that. You deserve the best. You’re an amazing girl and I couldn’t imagine loving anyone else.”

  Her hand squeezed mine tighter.

  “I’m hurt that you cheated on me but I forgive you Belle. I believe that you didn’t mean for it to happen. I would never purposefully try to injure you. I’m so sorry about the curling iron – can you forgive me.”

  “I love you way too much to stay mad at you. I know you were out of your mind. But please don’t ever scare me like that again.”

  “I would never injure you like that.”

  “I believe you. You have been through a lot and still became an amazing person. That is something your mom can’t change.”

  “It’s just – Linda did fall for my mother. That hurt the most of all. Her lies - her sneaking around, it was devastating. When I realized you were with my mother, I saw her when I looked at you. I have so much pent up resentment towards my mother and Linda. It’s all so humiliating.”

  “It’s okay gorgeous. I forgive you and I love you” I whispered. “You have nothing to be ashamed of around me. I worship you.”

  “I feel so empty, like I have been drained of everything meaningful.”

  “You still have me – you are still my mistress and nothing is going to change that.”

  “After today I don’t deserve to be your mistress.”

  “Don’t say that. You will always have me, and you may still punish me for wronging you with your mother. Release that pent up resentment in a more controlled way – like you usually do. Heck it might do both of us good.”

  She giggled and I felt a little better.

  “It might – I do love possessing you Belle. I want to have you so badly I wish I could just put you in my pocket and keep you with me all day. But there is something I need you to do for me.”

  “Just name it Courtney and I’ll do it. Anything.”

  “I need you to punish my mother for me. I can’t do it myself, she is too good at manipulating me. But somebody needs to get her in line.”

  “Punish her how?”

  “Get her in here and whip her in front of me. You would be my hero if you could do that for me. I wish so much that I could do it – but something inside me makes me afraid to dominate her. She has always been able to manipulate me.”

  “I can do that for you” I whispered kissing her.

  “Really, you would do that for me? You don’t mind being dominant once?”

  “No, what you need is what I need. That is what is important.”

  “I promise eventually I will be my old tough self again. I won’t disappoint you. Besides, I am not usually into all this mushy stuff. Being in love with you is great – but I am stern by nature. That is my comfort zone.”

  “Okay how are we going to do this?”

  “I’ll call her in here and then you confront her. You’ll have to follow your heart on how to do it - but don’t let her manipulate you.”

  “What if she doesn’t go along with it?” I asked.

  “Make her go along with it Belle! That is the point of punishment isn’t it. Do it for me – vindicate me Belle.”

  “I’ll do my best for you. God I really do love you a lot.”

  She stood up with a very serious expression on her face, a look of determination that impressed me. She was a girl on the edge of facing her demons.

  “I’ll go get her” she stated seriously.

  Butterflies fluttered in my stomach as I waited to confront my girlfriend’s traitorous mother. I knew I had to be strong for Courtney. I was the only one that could stick up for her in this situation. I put on my stern face and tried to get into the mindset to accomplish this insane task.

  MISTRESS FOR A MOMENT

  “What do you mean Belle has something to ask me? Why don’t you just tell me what it is” Mrs. Wells asked walking into the room. Then she added, “God I hate this room. Why can’t you behave like a normal girl?”

  I started to understand the dynamic of their relationship better and her words made me very angry. Courtney was amazing because she wasn’t a normal girl.

  “Why can’t you be a normal mother” I interjected.

  “What are you trying to infer Belle? That was a rude thing to say.”

  “I know about you, about your past. About how you treated your daughter and manipulated her to accept it. Well she never accepted it.”

  “Don’t fall for her sob story Belle. I have been a good mother to her. Linda didn’t love her – that wasn’t my fault. Courtney had no official claim on her.”

  “Well she has one on me” I replied raising my shirt and showing her the brand from the curling iron. “Yet you pursued me anyways.”

  “Jesus Belle, she did that to you?”

  Courtney just stood there frozen, unable to confront her mother.

  “That’s right, I proudly wear her mark. And when it fades I will proudly allow her to brand me again. That is what you got between and that is something you need to atone for with me.”

  “Atone? She repeated confused.

  “But you’re betrayal of your own daughter is what you really need to pay for. Hitting on your daughters friends is despicable.”

  “Friends who are half you age” Courtney added nervously.

  “I don’t know what you two girls are up to but leave me out of it. I already told Courtney I would not pursue you Belle. It was just for fun, get over it.”

  Courtney looked at me concerned and I knew it was time to be strong for her. I reached out and grabbed Mrs. Wells by the short hairs on the back of her neck, just as Courtney had taught me to do. I had no real experience being dominant so I focused on following my heart.

  “Shut up and strip you little slut” I ordered.

  Her eyes got big at my forceful tone and she tried to pull away. I held on firmly and pulled her head back, craning her neck awkwardly.

  “I said fucking strip bitch.”

  “Take it easy Belle, what are you doing. Let me go this instant.”

  Courtney sat at the head of her bed, her knees pulled into her chest, watching tentatively. I knew I had to do a better job for her. I mustered up all my inner strength and slapped Mrs. Well hard across the face. Drops of spit flew out of her mouth and a shocked expression crossed her face.

  The slap felt good – it felt right to me. I immediately followed it with two more and Mrs. Wells reeled in shock. I didn’t wait for her response and drug her by the hair over to the ropes against the wall. She began struggling and I worried she was stronger than me. I tapped into my love for Courtney which gave me extra strength and I forced her against the wall, grabbing one of the ropes as I did.

  Mrs. Wells yelled “how dare you” as I got one wrist tied to the ropes. Now she was partially bound and it became easier to control the mature vixen. She tried to flail her other arm but I grabbed it and wrestled it into the other wrist binding, fastening it firmly. Then I quickly grabbed the ti
ghtening rope and pulled her arms high above her head, stretching her out against the wall.

  “What are you doing to me?” Mrs. Wells whimpered.

  I continued to pull the rope hard until she was nearly forced onto her tip toes, dangling by her arms. I looked over at Courtney who was riveted to the scene and I felt she was impressed by what she had seen so far. There was…hope in her eyes.

  “Now we are going to teach you a lesson that only us ‘not normal girls’ know about” I scoffed at her.

  Her mother struggled against her bindings in vain.

  “You can’t get free. Aren’t you impressed by your daughters handiwork – I know I sure was when I first saw it.”

  “You’re crazy Belle, let me go before you do something you’ll regret.”

  “Not before making you pay for the sins against your beautiful daughter.”

  I saw in her eyes Mrs. Wells knew somewhere inside that I was right. She had this coming and whatever happened – she had brought on herself. It was a feeling I was certainly familiar with.

  “Courtney, are you just going to sit there and let her do this to your mother?”

  “She is not doing anything that she hasn’t been through herself. What are you so afraid of mom? Maybe she is right – maybe you need to learn this lesson.”

  “If you don’t stop her you will regret it someday. Trust me Courtney, I know how these things go.”

  “The only thing I regret is not being able to do it myself” she replied coldly.

  “Okay, if it will make you feel better I’ll go along with it, do what you gotta do. But remember my warning, someday you will regret it.”

  SLAP! - I slapped her mother again hard across the face.

  “From now on you don’t speak unless ordered to.”

  I grabbed the bottom of her tee shirt and pulled it up over her head. Her large breasts heaved out at me. I must admit, abusing the mature woman had a certain excitement. I was so angry at her that each time I punished her it aroused me. I would never have believed I would be strong enough to slap anyone – more less a woman twice my age. It made my pussy deviously warm.