Bed and Breakfast.
By Drusilla.
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My mother was a professional dominatrix, and so was my aunt. They had saved up enough money to buy their own business. Their clients were mostly men, but there were also some women clients as well. It was an older lodge located outside of town in the woods. It was two story with a complete walk around porch. My mom and my aunt decided to call it a "Bed and Breakfast" for their special clientele.
There was also a large basement, where mom had three separate rooms made and filled with bondage gear. Outside, was a large barn with six horse stalls and a tack room. Mom and my aunt used the stalls for cells. The tack room held all sorts of leather gear along with many whips.
Mom hired a man to satisfy the female clients, at least those that wanted a man. There were several female clients that preferred a woman instead. As I got older, I was allowed to participate along with my mom and aunt. It was only with clients that were wearing blindfolds or hoods. They had no idea who was playing with them.
I was somewhat amused playing with men's dicks, making them ejaculate and spanking their asses. However, my best interest was in the women that came to the Bed and Breakfast. They were from all walks of life. Asian, black, white, Indian and even transgender. They were from all age groups, and they had one thing in common. They all loved domination and being submissive.
I was learning a lot from my mom and my aunt, how to be safe and understand what the client wanted. I was always fascinated by the vibrators, used on both women and men. I loved to watch their reactions to having an orgasm. The women tended to be more vocal, so it was necessary to keep them gagged most the time.
My favorite was the Sybian machine, we had two of them. We also had eight other vibrators for various parts of the body. I loved using the hand held vibrator on the men as well as the women, but there were many times my hand would do just as good. There was one man, who always wanted to be forced masturbated by hand only.
There was a three-day weekend coming and mom said the Bed and Breakfast was booked full. There were four men and three women coming to stay the weekend. It meant a lot of work, but they pay was good and so was the fringe benefits. Two of the women, mom put in the downstairs rooms.
"There is a mature lady in room one. She requests females only. I think she should be your first solo."
I entered the room and closed the door. Even though she wore a head harness with blindfold and ball gag, I could still tell who she was. Sandy Chapman, principal of the local high school. She was in her mid 40's now. She was always smartly dress, usually in a suit. When she walked, she always had perfect posture. Ms. Chapman wore her brown hair straight and short, and the dark rim glasses made her look more attractive.
She was tied to a large post, her arms pulled back behind her and her legs held apart by a spreader bar. She wore a black pleated skirt, white ruffled blouse and black leather high heels. She was very attractive, I think it was more the beauty of submission. Having her as my English teacher years ago, I would never had guessed she was into bondage.
As a young girl, I remember the first time I went to her class. Ms. Chapman actually frightened me. Just her stern look and stern voice sent shivers through me, as it did many students. That was what first attracted me to her. During that first year, I actually had a crush on her.
Now, she was tied up and helpless in front of me. I was going to sexually dominate her for the whole weekend. I walked up to her, and unbuttoned her blouse.
"Let me see what you have under here."
She wore a one piece Lycra bra, I easily pulled it up to her neck out of my way. I fell in love with her breasts. Perfect round areola with stiff nipples protruding from the center, just like pink pencil erasers. I rolled them between my two fingers, gently pulling on them. She was whining through the gag.
I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. "You are mine for the weekend. You're going to please me in ways you never thought possible."
I twisted and pulled her nipples, up and down and from side to side. I made her whimper and whine through that ball gag.
I unfastened the pleated skirt, letting it fall around her feet. She had on a pair of black thigh high stocking and black lace trim cotton panties. I slowly pulled her panties down as far as they would go. Her pussy was completely shaved and beautiful. Those puffy outer lips and those moist inner lips peeking out. And, that little hood right over her sensitive clit.
I slid my fingers into her pussy. "My we are wet, aren't we?"
That's what she used to say to me. "My, but we are late again, aren't we?"
I rubbed my fingers across her lips. "Doesn't that smell sweet?"
I stuck my fingers into her pussy again and rubbed her juices over her lips again. I slid my fingers back into her pussy. "Hump my fingers like a good little whore."
She rocked her hips as best she could, being tied to the post. I did enjoy watching her boobs shake.
I grabbed her by the head harness. "You want to cum right now. Don't you?"
She quickly nodded her head. I untied her from the post and took the rest of her clothes off, before leading her to the Sybian machine.
With some help from my aunt, we mounted Sandy on the Sybian and buckled her legs and ankles down at the side. I cuffed her arms and hands behind her back. "You're gonna like this little machine. It's going to make you cum as many times as I like. If I like your orgasms, I might let you have five or six more this afternoon."
Watching Ms. Chapman ride that Sybian, made me fall in love with her all over again. She was so emotional and intense. After her first orgasm, I removed the head harness and blindfold. I could tell by her look, she recognized me immediately. I didn't care, I just turned the Sybian on again and cranked the speed up. I loved to watch her eyes roll back into her head.
Even with the ball gag in her mouth, she made a fair amount of noise. One time mom came in to see if everything was all right. I think Sandy squirted every time she had an orgasm. I could see the Sybian was very wet. Then I turned it up to high, watching her boobs bounce and her eyes roll.
I turned off the Sybian, then walked over to untie her arms and remove the gag. I couldn't resist but to bend down and kiss her as hard as I could. I knew I had to have her from that moment on. I felt her kiss me back. I whispered in her ear. "You make me so fucking hot"
I pulled her to her feet. "I'm going to dress you in a breast harness and take you out to the old barn." I wrapped my arms around her. "You're going to show me what kind of woman you can be." I felt her whole body shiver as I kissed her again. I kept her in the barn until she gave me four orgasms. We went back to my room and took a long bath.
I brought her down to the dinner table, full breast harness, leather collar and leash, arms tied behind her back. I sat down and pointed to the floor. "Kneel. You look at me and nobody else."
She knelt beside me at the table, her eyes staring up at me. I placed some food in the palm of my hand and held out for her.
I kept her like that for the whole weekend. Finally, it was time for all the guests to leave. I listened as Ms. Chapman talked with my mother. "I only want Ashley. I don't care what it costs. When I come here, I want her exclusively."
I heard my mom reply. "I think that can be arranged."
I watched Ms. Chapman get in her car and drive away. I knew she had that a little mixed up. She was going to be exclusively mine from now on, because I knew how to control her.
END.