by Ella Ford
“I found her on the internet, especially for this playdate. Isn’t that amazing?” she asked rhetorically, studying the girl and her reactions to the touch. “I simply posted a message asking for what I wanted, and Princess here responded. She’s an english lit major at the local college.”
Cassandra rose and stepped around Princess to stand behind her. Then she began to lightly trace her fingers down the girl’s upper arms. Princess closed her eyes and chewed on her lower lip, her face a mix of nervous anticipation and outright fear.
“She’s a virgin, or so she claims. Hasn’t so much as kissed a boy. Or girl,” she added after a momentary pause. “I thought it would be a nice touch for such a special occasion,” she said.
I wondered distantly what she meant, what exactly was this occasion anyway? But mostly I stared at Princess, captivated by the young girl and her childish reticence.
Cassandra stepped away from the girl and walked towards me. Instinctively, I straightened my spine and crossed my arms behind my back, sensing that this powerful woman demanded submission. She purred her approval and gazed at my breasts as they thrust forwards. “Oh my Casey Jo, you have this one well trained. I expect you’ve had some fun with her?”
I felt myself flush at the compliment. It sounds strange to admit, I know, but even in this tense, strange circumstance, my submissive nature still found a place. In Cassandra, I sensed a dominant presence and was immediately filled with a need to please her, to offer my submission to her.
When CJ didn’t respond, Cassandra turned her attention back to me. “I wonder how she takes direction,” she mused idly, eyes flicking over my chest and legs. “Take off that ridiculous dress dear, I want to see your tits,” she commanded offhandedly, turning away from me and returning to her seat.
I blinked at the abrupt command and turned to CJ. The tall blonde nodded once and stared at Cassandra with a peculiar look that was ripe with both hate and reverence. My curiosity was raging now, desperate to know their history and the source of the thick tension. I glanced at Sarah and found the pretty brunette staring at the floor, a look of consternation on her face.
I began to undress, slipping out of the white apron and extravagant black dress, then reached around to undo my bra and slip it over my shoulders. I placed my clothes in a neat pile on the floor, then stood again, crossing my arms behind my back, naked now but for my black stockings, high heeled shoes and my slave collar. I felt the weight of scrutiny as every pair of eyes in the room fell on me.
Cassandra’s appraising glare, an objectifying leer as her eyes crawled over my body, sizing me up for some unknown purpose. The furtive glimpses of the girl called Princess, stolen glances in my direction as though she dare not reveal her interest with a fixed stare. And the twin looks from CJ and Sarah, both lost in their own worlds of contemplation, seeking solace in the familiar geography of my naked body.
“Very nice,” said Cassandra with theatrical enthusiasm. She clapped her hands together and laughed. “I think I will enjoy this a great deal,” she added. Not for the first time that day, I wished that someone would tell me what the hell was going on!
Cassandra sat back and crossed her legs, the soft swish of her pantyhosed thighs brushing together breaking the silence in the room. She looked at me, then her head turned to look at Princess.
“Leanne, I want you to seduce Princess,” she said casually.
“I…” I started.
“Are you hard of hearing girl? I want you to seduce Princess like the dyke slut you are. Warm up that virgin cunt of hers and get her ready,” she snapped. I glanced at Princess and found the girl staring at Cassandra, her mouth open. What had she expected?
“Ready for what…?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.
Cassandra beamed her anaconda smile and reached down beside the chair, pulling up a monstrous strap on dildo that must have been ten inches long. “Why, ready for when you fuck her with this!” she tittered.
Princess gasped and Sarah exhaled, both shocked by the rigid girth of the bulbous rod that Cassandra idly bounced from her hand. It was jet black and moulded in the exact likeness of a cock, rippled with veins and subtle detailing. Attached to the base of the dildo was a complex arrangement of straps and harnesses that would fix it to my body.
I looked at Princess and winced, imagining the discomfort the poor girl would feel as I entered her with that thing. But then I felt something else, a pang of jealousy perhaps? If the girl was truly as innocent as she claimed, she had no idea how good it would feel to be pounded by the hard length. I felt a surge of warmth rise up from my pussy, filling my body with a tingling sense of anticipation.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” snapped Cassandra. “She’s not going to lose her virginity all by herself now is she?”
“No ma’am,” I replied obediently and took three steps forward to stand before Princess. The girl was breathing heavily now and staring at me with a look that was pure terror and hot desire. Her hands were by her side, fidgeting nervously, fingers rubbing together for want of anything else to do.
I stopped before her, snaked my left arm around her hip and placed my palm on the firm curve of her ass. Then I pulled her gently towards me. “Hi,” I said, as our breasts pushed together.
I felt her soft body trembling in my grip, every muscle appeared to be quivering. She was blinking quickly, eyes flicking left and right as though seeking an escape, never meeting my gaze. I reached up and touched her cheek, fixing her head in place. Her eyes instantly locked on mine and she appeared to relax slightly. “H-hi,” she breathed.
She smelled minty and fresh, with a light floral perfume that was subtle and faint.
“Is this really your first time?” I asked, captivated by her innocence and fear. I felt strangely dominant, and wondered if this was how CJ felt with me.
“Y-yes ma’am,” she breathed and blushed, averting her eyes from my face.
“Look at me Princess,” I said firmly and her eyes flicked forward in an instant. I felt a sudden rush of pleasure at her obedience. “Good girl. Now, close your eyes, and relax.”
Princess did as she was told, squeezing her eyes firmly shut. I felt her body go limp in my grip, allowing my arm to support her weight. Her hard nipples rubbed against mine, inflaming those sensitive nubs and sending ripples of electricity through my body.
I leaned forwards and kissed her gently, barely touching my lips on hers. A sudden flicker of taste ignited my senses. The taste of lipgloss and chewing gum. The sensation caused me to inhale deeply, hungry to experience as much of the girl as possible. I leaned forwards again, and kissed her harder, sliding my lips over hers and probing her with my tongue. She didn’t reciprocate at first, holding her mouth perfectly still and allowing me to explore her with mine. But in time, she loosened up and her own lips began to work, seeking out her own thrills.
I became more insistent, pushing my tongue between her lips and she took the hint, learning quickly what it was that I wanted and responding accordingly. She parted her mouth and poked her tongue out hesitantly, meeting mine with gentle flicks, before committing wholeheartedly and greedily sucking me into her. I sensed her falling back, distracted by the intensity of the kiss and forgetting to support herself. I tightened my grip and placed my hand behind her head, holding her up and securing her body against mine, then I pushed my stockinged thigh between her legs and gently nudged against her pussy.
She gasped and pulled back slightly, startled by the sudden pressure on her young sex, but I held her in place and kissed her harder, moving my mouth across hers and nibbling at her lips. She moaned, hungry for more of this forbidden thrill and I granted her wish, moving my hand around to grip her breast, squeezing her taut nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She gasped and moaned again, and I sensed a change in her, a shift away from the nervousness that she began with.
I pulled back and rested my forehead against hers, both of us breathing heavily now. “Kneel down Princess,” I comm
anded with a whisper.
Immediately, she fell to her knees on the plush rug beneath us, dragging me down with her. I stumbled slightly on the tall heels, but recovered and moved into position facing her, knees and breasts touching once more, and continued the steamy kiss. The girl seemed possessed now, eager to be guided still but experiencing drives and longings of her own. She wrapped her arms around my body and gripped my ass, kneading me inquisitively, her hands acting as pioneers in the new exploration of her blossoming sexuality. I allowed her to roam, encouraging her with gentle moans and light flicks of my tongue on her neck, her ears, her throat.
Her fingers traced the length of my ass, then I felt her push between my legs and seek out the center of my sex. She moaned, frustrated as she met the extent of her reach. I shifted slightly and grabbed her wrist, pulling her arm around my body and depositing her clutching fingers between my legs from the front. I parted my legs slightly and allowed her access. Her fingers danced over my labia, sampling the hot wetness with tender care. Then she plunged in with a healthy confidence, diving between my lips and finding my clitoris. It was my turn to moan as she began to press on my throbbing nub experimentally.
Suddenly, I sensed a presence and a sudden tugging sensation, then Princess’s head and my own were pulled roughly backwards. Cassandra had moved to stand beside us and was gripping our hair tightly, bending our necks back so that we were both staring at her. I felt a sudden pang of regret to be snatched away from Princess’s eager explorations with such suddenness, but the bubbling cauldron of warmth in my pussy rolled on.
“That’s enough foreplay girls,” purred the older woman, leering at us with filthy intent. “Time for the main event.” She released us and pointed at the floor behind Princess. “Don’t just sit there dripping on the carpet girl, show Leanne that pretty virgin pussy of yours.”
The girl looked at her and blinked, an expression of startled bewilderment on her face. But she was too far gone to object now. She’d had her first taste of another woman and now she wanted more. I could see it in her eyes, a hungry entitlement, a need for sensation and arousal. It was a look I recognized from Sarah’s face.
I glanced to the side and found my little mistress regarding me with that same distant cold that she’d had since we arrived at the ranch. But her cheeks now burned with a faint arousal and she’d shuffled forwards on the sofa to watch the performance, pushing close to CJ and linking her arms with her lover.
“Put this on,” commanded Cassandra, handing me the strap on harness.
I took the complex device and swung my knees around, then began to thread my legs through the leather straps, watching with rapt attention as Princess moved into position.
The pretty blonde had turned to face away from me and lowered down on to all fours, placing her head down on the floor and pushing her ass upwards. As I watched, Cassandra squatted down and gently tapped the insides of Princess’ thighs, urging her legs apart. The nervous girl did as she was told, splaying her legs open and revealing the puffy mound of her pussy to me.
I gasped at the sight of it, so neat and delicious. It was moist with wetness, glistening in the afternoon light. Pulling the strap on up to my waist, I rose to my knees again and tightened the harness, a nervous urgency taking hold of me, causing my hands to tremble and slip on the buckles.
Cassandra moved to Princesses side and dipped an explorative finger into her inviting lips, parting the pink flesh and revealing the moist folds within. “Exquisite,” breathed Cassandra, seemingly as captivated by the young girl as I was.
I shuffled forwards, suddenly consumed by a singular purpose. Cassandra stepped back and allowed me to position myself between Princess’ parted legs. I reached up and hooked a hand between her thighs, pressing my fingers into her damp lips and exploring her as she had explored me earlier. It was a forbidden thrill, this nervous charting of genuinely new ground, and I felt Princess exhale as my fingers pressed down on her bulging clitoris.
As I worked, I could feel the heavy weight of the thick black cock tugging at my waist, swaying back and forth and tapping the back of Princess’ thighs. I felt an insistent tug on my own pussy as the thick strap that ran between my legs created a distracting friction there that only served to increase my arousal. I was suddenly taken by an animal need for this young girl, to pound her pussy until she screamed for mercy.
I laid a hand on her back and pushed down, forcing her upper body against the floor and angling her tight hole upwards. Then I began to slowly tease the bulbous rod through her dripping lips. She moaned expectantly, pleading with me to stop, begging me to begin.
I stopped my tentative exploration on her hole and applied a light pressure there, eager not to be too rough with her. I shifted my hand to her hip and gripped her tightly with my fingers, then I slowly began to push forwards, gently pressing the tip of the dildo into her.
She sighed and cried out, and I reversed the stroke before I penetrated too far, pulling the tip out of her. She moaned again, a different kind of cry this time, filled with want and longing. I pushed forwards again, slightly harder, allowing more of the thick rod to disappear into her, relishing the way her tight entrance seemed to grip the moulded length. She lifted her head and moaned, digging her fingers into the thick pile of the rug.
With tender care, I pulled the dildo from her once again then pushed forward without hesitation, forcing the dildo deeper into her with more confidence. It met with little resistance, sliding easily into the moist entrance. She moaned once more, expressing pleasure rather than discomfort now, feeling the thick length fill her hole more and more.
I glanced down as I pulled the cock from her, finding the hard plastic was slick with her juices. I pushed onwards, ramming the rod home and savoring her little cries of surprise as the length ploughed her.
I began to move quicker, spurred on by the tight strap between my legs, tugging insistently at my own pussy and causing my surging pleasure to mount. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, I forced the glistening shaft into Princesses gaping hole. Louder and louder she cried out, cursing and begging in equal measure.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, yes, harder!” she cried out and her gusto thrilled me. I gave her what she wanted, ramming the dildo home again and again, feeling the light slap as my hips smacked against her ass, a rhythmic beat that marked the time of her fucking.
Suddenly, her young body arched upwards, spine bending to an uncomfortable angle. “Ahhhh,” she moaned as the tentative orgasm rose through her inexperienced body. Her legs kicked backwards and her hands clutched at the floor. Her head began to shake back and forth as she struggled to release the overwhelming tension in her body. Abruptly, the motion ceased and she lifted her head back, opening her mouth as if to scream but not uttering a single sound. And then she collapsed forwards, sliding off the slick length of the dildo and crumpling in a heap.
I gazed down at the girl, breathing heavily and full of my own unsatisfied desire.
Then I became aware of a slow clapping and turned to find Cassandra beaming with a radiant and terrifying smile. She clutched her hands to her chest and blinked rapidly three times, then looked over at CJ.
“Oh Casey Jo, you always did have the most exquisite taste,” she drawled. “Leanne is simply wonderful, a fine addition!”
I blinked and looked around, meeting the gaze of my mistresses. To my surprise, Sarah was ashen faced and striken, a look of pure shock and misery clouding her pretty face.
Cassandra stepped back and crossed her arms, appearing deep in concentration. Finally, she spoke and my comfortable world of domestic submission crumbled around me.
“CJ. Following our understanding, I wish to exercise my right as your former owner to purchase Leanne from you. She’ll become part of my household just as soon as I can put the paperwork together.”
Chapter 4
From across the room, Sarah sobbed, a pitiful cry of anguish that broke my heart and added to my sense of confusion. I turned and looked
at CJ, seeking reassurance and the firm bedrock of our arrangement, but she didn’t meet my gaze and looked glumly at the floor.
From behind me, Cassandra tittered. “Oh my, she didn’t tell you did she?”
I looked around, confused and reaching for understanding in the strange situation. In front of me, Princess had recovered enough wits to roll over and sit with her back against the sofa, her knees drawn up to her chest defensively. She clearly sensed that something momentous was happening.
“Tell me what?” I turned and faced CJ, aiming the question directly at her, but she remained silent and sullen.
“You see, my dear, CJ wasn’t always the self-assured dominatrix that you have trusted your very existence to,” started Cassandra, not waiting for CJ to answer. “I first met her when she was in college, a mere slip of a thing at eighteen. She was nervous and inexperienced, seeking the guiding hand of an older woman to… show her the ropes. I gladly obliged, giving her the discipline and structure she craved. And, in turn, I acquired my first submissive, my first sex slave if you will.”
She stalked across the room and perched on the side of the sofa, reaching down to stroke Princess’ neck. The girl looked shell shocked and distant, barely recovered from the hard fucking that I’d just given her and confused by the intense situation that was unfolding around her.
I found my mind reeling at the story that Cassandra was telling. That CJ was once a submissive surprised and shocked me in equal measure. She seemed to be born to dominate, an eternally commanding presence in the lives of both Sarah and me.
“She lived here at this ranch as my maid for two blissful years, serving me and her own whims in equal measure. It was a happy time, wasn’t it CJ?” she asked rhetorically, then continued without stopping. “But CJ was a wilful, naughty girl one who needed punishment to keep her in line. I began to suspect that the submissive life was not for her. And my suspicions were borne out when I found out that she’d been seeing Sarah behind my back, nurturing her dominant instincts with her own fledgling submissive.”