Introduction:
What follows is a fantasy. It has its roots firmly embedded in real life experience - as does all fantasy. But the events described have never taken place outside of my mind. This is a description of a budding relationship between a mature woman and her young employee, and it contains very graphic scenes of sexual role-play between these two, mostly involving themes of dominance and submission. Be certain that both players enacting this fantasy were well above the legal age limit or the time of recording, everybody participated voluntarily and nobody was seriously hurt during the recording. Enjoy!
Chapter 1: Rita's new boss
I had recently turned 18, and had found employment as secretary for a female vice-president of a nationwide fashion magazine. I had no previous experience and have been rather surprised when I was preferred over presumably much better qualified candidates. My boss was a Miss Sheila Grey, a stunning black-haired woman in her late thirties, always dressed according to the latest in women's fashion. She told me she preferred younger secretaries, as she enjoyed training such girls, and groom them for their future careers. I was flattered, of course, and tried to do my very best at work. After I had worked for her a week, Miss Grey called me into her office. She was sitting behind her large desk, and was dressed in a slinky, medium length red skirt, a matching blouse and a black bolero jacket. As always, she was wearing high-heeled shoes. She asked me to close the door, and, as I discovered later, locked it by surreptitiously pressing a button beneath her desk. - Rita, I've noticed that you always dress in pants, when at work. - Yes, Ma'am. I preferred pants. Not jeans mind you. I had done my best to dress in an appropriate manner for a secretary at a fashion magazine. - Indeed. It's not that you don't dress nicely, girl. I have noticed you do try your best. - Thank you, Ma'am. - It's just..., well I prefer girls to wear skirts, and dress somewhat differently from what you do now. However, I'm willing to pay for such clothes - and pay you a bonus if you dress according to my rules. So: will you comply? - I'm not certain, Ma'am. I do not normally wear skirts..., I'm not sure I'll be comfortable. - Ahh, but let us try it out then! I've chosen a few things for you. She stood up and went to a cupboard from where she took what to me seemed some very skimpy articles of clothing. - Now, please try this on, my sweet. - Here? And now? But Ma'am.. - Shush, dear, I've seen lots of girls naked..., and I'm sure you need not be ashamed of your body. You are very well shaped, you know. - Thank you, Ma'am. I felt flattered - and confused. I wasn't used to getting compliments from other women. - So, take off you clothes, and try these on instead. - Yes, Ma'am. There was really nothing I could do. I wanted to keep my job, and if it entailed dressing a specific style, I would comply. I stripped down to my panties and bra, but to my consternation Miss Greys dressing code also involved undergarments! - Of course, girl! What you wear under you skirt or dress is extremely important! Choosing the right lingerie can make feel erotic or sensual and that's the feeling I want in my girls! This is a fashion magazine, Rita! I could somehow see the logic of that, although feeling sensual and erotic with my female boss around seemed a bit weird. Actually I did want to feel sexy. My sexual experiences had been unsatisfactory and mainly involved fumbling, nervous teenage boys. So I proceeded to strip totally naked and my boss handed me the first item: a pair of white satin G-string panties that appeared awfully flimsy to me! I put them on, all the time feeling Miss Grey's intense eyes on me. - They seem very small, Ma'am! They do not cover my backside at all - and barely the front. - Ah, but that's just the point, you sweet thing! It's such an invigorating and exiting feeling to have direct contact between the naked skin and the fabric of the skirt. You'll see, and come to like it, I'm sure! I never wear anything else, myself. And the tightness of a triangle of cloth covering a girl's crotch is so alluring. Don't you think so? I felt more than naked, with my buttocks exposed and the G-string barely covering my young pussy. It did excite me though, to have my secret charms so sparsely covered. And the attention of Miss Grey was very flattering. She was so beautiful herself, and so worldly. - I.. I don't know Ma'am. I have never worn a G-string before. - Well, it looks very nice on you! You have such shapely and firm buttocks. The tight fit also enhances that voluptuous little pussy of yours. Nobody had ever spoken to me in such a manner! Voluptuous pussy! What could she mean? I felt a thrill, however, the mention of my privates. Miss Grey was looking at me with a small smile on her face. - You're not used to such frivolous language, my sweet. I can sense that. I like to use direct language though, so you had better get used to it, haven't you? - Yes, Ma'am, was all I could manage as a reply. - Good. Now the bra, please. She handed me a white bra, also made of satin, but with some sort of elastic component. It was like a normal bra, but the cups had holes in them! Right where my nipples were, inch-wide holes were cut. My boss smiled at my consternation. - This bra has been designed by a good friend of mine - for the explicit purpose of providing continuous stimulation of the nipples of the girl wearing it. You see, my sweet, such stimulation will keep you in the right frame of mind while at work. It is my experience that girls do much better work when they are relaxed by the slight sensual feeling of nipples rubbing against fabric. The bra also has a rubber band round the edge of the cup, that tightens the breast at the base, thus further enhancing the effect. This was all very strange, and I began to feel apprehensive. What was this woman trying to do to me? On the other hand I felt a tickling warmth in my body. She was strict and demanding in her manner, but also caring and loving. I did want to please her. She was my boss, and the job was very attractive. What could possibly happen? It was just a bra after all - although a strange one. - But Ma'am.., it seems unusual, this bra.. and those holes... I'm not sure... - Shush, girl! Here, let me help you put it on. She moved behind me, and stood very close. Her perfume, spicy and musky, enveloped me, as she with competent hands placed the bra over my bosom. My breasts are firm and grapefruit-sized, with brown aureoles and prominent nipples. Miss Grey fitted the bra, so the elastic band built into the cups gently put pressure round the base of each breast. The satiny smooth fabric was very snug on my bosom-flesh and the nipples stuck out lewdly from the holes. The bra made my bosom ride higher on my chest, and when my boss hooked it up behind my back, my shoulders were forced a bit back, ensuring an even more prominent display of my mammaries. The restriction caused by the elastic bands soon manifested itself as a tingling warmth in my bosom, most pronounced in my budding nipples, where a stiffening rapidly took place. This did not escape the attention of my boss. - Ahh. Lovely! A very rapid effect indeed. And how does my little girl like her new bra that makes her nipples all stiff and hot? Mmmh? - I.., I felt sort of warm, Ma'am. My... breasts.. I mean. They sort of tingle also. - Good, good. That the effect I looking for. Warm breasts and nice stiff nipples makes a girl much more appealing - and helps her concentrate. Now for the skirt. The warm sensations washing over my inexperienced body was too much for me. My restricted breasts and stiff nipples made me feel funny. Excited, filled with pleasure. I was glad Miss Grey took time to show me this. Teaching me. Training me to be a good secretary. Helping me concentrate. I gladly put on the skirt, which was black and very short. It was made from a slinky cotton material and fitted me tightly, but barely covered my ass and upper thighs. It was so tight on my bared buttocks that it felt like a second skin. - Turn around, dear. Yes. That's very good on you. You do have an extremely saucy ass, my sweet. Very shapely. Nice rounded buttocks. And no panties to blur the impression. You are made to wear a G-string, Rita, and I'll not allow anything else in this office. Understood? - Yes, Ma'am, I replied meekly, secretly enjoying the intimate sensation of the skirt's sleek material in contact with my bottom-flesh. Miss Grey sure knew how to dress a girl! My boss then handed me a short T-shirt, in a sandy yellow color and made from the same material as the skirt. It ended just above my navel, leaving my lower stomach fashionably bare, and hugged my bosom tightly. My stiffened nubbins, exposed by the holes in the bra, strained against the tight fabric, causing a multitude of sensations to erupt in my juvenile body. The blood-engorged nipples were titillated by the cotton and warmed by the constricting action of the bra. They were eminently visible and I felt on lewd display. Before I could protest, however, Miss Grey handed me a pair of very high-heeled shoes and asked me walk around the office a bit, so she could admire me. I felt like a slutty schoolgirl in the outfit she had provided for me. And it was humiliating to walk around with her penetrating eyes on me. - Wonderful! Just the effect I was hoping to achieve. Delightful, don't you think, sweetie? - N..Nnoo, Ma'am, I managed to stutter. - I feel so exposed and my .. my.. nip.. nipples are so stiff, and .. it makes me feel.. like a sl.. a slut.. Ma'am... - Hmm. And aren't you a little slut, Rita? - N.nnno, Ma'am! - Oh, yes you are! Look at me! Her eyes bored into mine. I had to look away. - Are you saying you are not excited by this? That you do not feel pleasure at showing yourself off in this manner in front of me? - Y.. yes, Ma'am. I'm not excited.. by this... - Ahh. But you'll have to prove that... Now: Spread your legs and pull up the skirt. - But.. - Do as I say, girl! Or you'll not be employed here any more! I say that you are an excited little slut, who loves showing off her body to me, and you say I'm lying. Prove it! There was no turning back. Slowly, with downcast eyes, I lifted the hem of my skirt, exposing the slight triangle of cloth covering my young pussy. Covering my shame... Miss Grey stood before me with smoldering eyes. So dominant, so beautiful... - Your G-string is absolutely soaked, you lying little slut! And I can smell it! The air is thick with your excitement, Rita. It was true: The skimpy panties that she had ordered me to wear were already moist with juice flowing from my young cunt. Never in my short life had I experienced anything remotely like this. My slit was clearly visible beneath the clinging fabric as a dark, wet line. My labia seemed swollen and had even parted somewhat. I was mortified. My body had betrayed me, and even though I was not ready to admit it, there was little doubt. This humiliating and domineering treatment Miss Grey had subjected me to, had caused an awakening of desires hithero unknown to me. My formidable boss moved closer to me. - Look me in the eyes, you lying little trollop. And tell me you are not excited now. No. Keep that skirt up. I want the evidence exposed. - I'm.. Please, Ma'am.. I'm not... - Ohh, yes you are, Rita. Now use the forefinger of your free hand to gently feel that wetness, there right in your sweet, little slit. It feels good... does it not? It did. Not that I liked to stand here in front of my new boss and finger my wet cunt. It made me feel like a little, naughty schoolgirl or something. Caught in the act. A dark thrilling feeling made me shudder with a feeling very much like anticipation. What did she have in store for me? What did she want? This was certainly not a normal working relation. Her eyes were so deep, so compelling, and so strong. My finger, involuntarily, was rubbing gently up and down my now sogging G-string. While I lost myself in her gaze. My nipples were rock-hard and throbbing with restrained pluses of pleasure. The air was thick with a heady smell of young girl in heat. - Stop fingering yourself! I did not tell you to stand here and masturbate in front of me, you naughty girl! I simply asked you to feel the wetness. Which is definitely there, is it not? - Y.. yes..., Ma'am... - Yes what? - Yes.. I'm ..wet.. down there... - Yes, your little cunt is all hot and bothered and slick with your girly excretions. That much is obvious. Will you not admit to being excited? I couldn't answer. She moved closer, and then behind me. Her body was so close I could feel her heat. Her voice whispered in my ear. - But I know you are excited, you naughty little slut. I know girls like you. You need to be told what to do, and how to behave, and you crave training and discipline. But don't you worry, dear. I can give you all of that. And much more. Oh, so much more. More than you ever dreamt even in your darkest and most secret dreams, while you fingered that sweet pussy of yours and dirty thoughts passed through your muddy little head. Her hands encircled my waist. Her tongue slid over my sensitive earlobe, and I stiffeled a moan. - Now, Rita. My little office slut. Taste you excitement, your arousal. Lick that forefinger you just used to caress your wet slit. I was in a trance, and without thinking I lifted my hand to my face and the pungent aroma of my own sex assaulted my senses. I had never, ever tasted my secretions. Oh, I had in the secret of my bed at night caressed myself while unformed thoughts and blurred pictures passed through my mind. But the thought of tasting the juices that were produced during those lonely explorations had never occurred to me. Before now. I stuck my tongue out and licked the finger coated in viscous fluid. The taste was slightly salty, highly aromatic with a flavor of nuts and ripe fruit. I loved it! And being told to taste myself by my female boss while she gently licked my ear and whispered lewdly was causing strange unknown feelings to course through my inexperienced body. - Now suck on that finger, you naughty little girl. Stick it into your mouth and really suck on it. Yes, good girl. Isn't it wonderful to taste yourself? To have your own juicy secretions in the mouth for the first time? I know it's your first time, dear - but it will not be the last. I'll see to that. Now let me pay some attention to those darling stiff nipples of yours. Begging for my touch they are. Sooo hard and stiff, the poor things. The woman behind me, who be now controlled me almost totally, let her hands wander upwards from my midriff and was soon enveloping my young breasts with her strong hands. Her fingers then began gently tickling and caressing my stiff nipples through the satiny cotton fabric of the tight T-shirt. Lightly she held both blood-engorged tips between her thumb and forefinger and rhythmically she applied pressure and pulled the swelling flesh-buds away from my chest. All the time she kept up her stream of sweet whisperings, and she even gently sucked on my sensitive earlobe and let her tongue explore my ear. I yielded against her, dominated by her manipulations, but though my blood was boiling with long suppressed desire and her treatment of my nipples made me weak, a protest rose up within me. This was wrong. Two women should not be doing this, should not be so intimate with each other. - Nooo.. No, please .. Miss Grey... This is... we shouldn't... I'm not.. like.. please.. Miss Grey did not stop. Instead she tweaked my nipples so hard I gasped. Then she started roughly to caress my tits, so exposed by the rubber band at their base. - What shouldn't I do, little one? Is it wrong to feel excited, to be a girl with wet little panties and stiff nipples because another woman stands close and whispers in your ear? Is it wrong to be aroused by being told what to do, how to dress and how to behave? You want to be trained and to be under strict discipline. Its written all over you - and your delightful body knows it and responds to it. Responds sooo well... Go with it, Rita. Give me control and you'll never regret it. I'll take you to places you've longed to be but never known about. I'm the answer to all your dreams, my sweet darling slut! Why did a thrill run up my spine every time she called me slut, or little girl, or naughty? And all this talk about discipline and giving up control. I couldn't think coherently. Not while she so roughly handled my aching tits and protruding nipples. I needed time. - Please, oooohhhh... , please stop, Ma'am.. my nipples... I can't... I shivered, a warm wave seemed to wash over my tortured young body, and slick wetness suffused into my already soaking panties. I could not hold it back any more. My mad, wanton desire. My longing to be under the control of this strong woman with the capable, seductive hands. My body betrayed me, and I melted against her, while pressing my full bosom towards her fondling touches. Wanting her, craving her strength, her wonderful caresses. Needing to be called a slut. Feeling like a naughty schoolgirl caught by a domineering head mistress. Deserving of punishment. And then she stopped her lustful caressing of my breasts. She let her hands dangle and I moaned in desperation, pushing my upper body forwards. A hoarse whisper in my ear: - You must beg for it now, you naughty little girl! Lying to me, and denying your excitement! Bad girl! Now beg for hands on your tits. Beg for your stiff nipples to be pulled and pinched. Blood throbbed hotly in my bosom. My breath was ragged with unfulfilled desire. Yes, I wanted to plead for her sweet, depraved caresses. I longed for Miss Greys hands on my firm, bra-encased flesh. - P..Pl..Please..., please Ma'am. I.. I.. beg.. you... please.. touch.. me... - Touch you where? - On my... breasts..., Ma'am - So say it. Please Mistress, play with your naughty sluts tits and stiff nipples. - Please..., Mistress..., play with your naughty sluts tits and stiff nipples..., touch me, pleeeaaase.... Ohhhhh... There. I'd said it. Even the Mistress part, not knowing what that was all about. And then strong hands were once again fondling my bosom and pulling and pinching my waiting, longing nips. I loved it. Loved the degrading words Miss Grey forced me to utter, loved her firm domination of me, loved to have her touching me. She had in a very short time managed to break down all my resistance and seduce me. I had become a wanton, willing slut in her hands, and her I was, a secretary succumbing to her female boss! I did not care that she was the same sex as me. That barrier had also broken down. All I cared for was the rush of exquisite sensation that this incredible woman was manipulating in me. Never in my short life had I been close to reaching such emotions and feelings as I was experiencing now. Humiliated, degraded, forced to submit - and I felt only raw desire and want. She played my body like a harp, did Miss Grey, and I was making dark and fearsome music. Voicing my longing by rubbing my body mindlessly against hers, lost in my body's shivering and strumming. She had me, she owned me, and she knew it. Miss Grey removed her hands from the erectile nubbins of flesh so lewdly sticking out from the centers of the constricting bra cups and stepped back a bit. She ran her hands lightly down my spine and then her fingers were tapping gently on the tight skirt that enclosed the firm flesh of my butt. - You have behaved very improperly, young lady. Lying to your boss. Trying to deny your obvious desire to be dominated. You're a wanton minx, and you must be controlled - and of course punished when you misbehave. Isn't that so? Yes, it was so. Somehow I knew it was so. To be punished...., by this formidable woman. To be subjected to her control and follow her wishes. Yes. I had behaved improperly. I should be punished for not being honest with her. Her strong hands gripped my bottom-flesh kneading it forcefully. - So, young Rita. My little love-slut. Tell me how misbehaving young ladies should be punished, and ask me, your Mistress, to be punished. Now, how should you be disciplined? - I.. I don't know, Mistress..., She applied more force to my resilient butt. And then suddenly a slap on my right bottom cheek made the point. - Now, slut! Can you remember how young ladies should be punished??? - Y.. yes, Ma'am.. They.. they should be... spanked..., Ma'am... - Mmm, yes... they should be spanked..! But where should they be spanked.. ? I felt I was getting the hang of the word games she was playing with me - and sweet arousal flew from my slit as I gave my response. - They should be... spanked.. on their naughty little butts, Mistress.... - Ah, yes... so responsive you are! On their naughty little butts, yes indeed.... SPANK! SPANK! Two hard blows landed on my bottom. I yelped. - Bend over and grab your ankles, young lady! I want do deliver a proper spanking of your delectable ass! I bent forward, very much aware of Miss Grey's eyes on my backside. The short skirt rode up over my naked buttocks and she had an unhindered view of my behind. The G-string only served to accentuate the nakedness of my flesh. - Spread your legs, you lewd brat! I complied, and spread my legs as much as possible, and ended up in an extremely revealing and vulnerable position. My bottom was in full view, and having spread my legs, the dripping wetness of my moist slit must also have been very apparent to my dominant boss. She roughly pulled the skirt up, thus completely baring my butt and her warm hands rubbed gently over my exposed bottom cheeks. - Beg for your punishment, you naughty little slut! Beg to have your firm bottom spanked by your Mistress! By now I longed for it! I wanted her to spank me, and I was incredibly aroused by displaying myself in front of Miss Grey. I had no problems begging for what I wanted! - Please..., Miss Grey, Ma'am.... will you please spank my naughty... bottom... will you please punish the naked butt of your slut, Mistress... pleeaaasssse... spank... me, Mistress.... And then it started! A hard, hard raining of barehanded blows delivered to my undefended ass. Alternating between by vibrating buttocks, Miss Grey smacked me with devilish skill. Never to hard, but hard enough to cause a stinging pain that gradually resulted in a warm, heated glowing. My butt was soon hot, red hot, but still her spanking continued. Then she paused, and explored my tortured flesh. Tears silently flowed down my face, but the pain had diminished, the glow suffused out all of my young body and made my nipples throb with urgent need, and my pussy seep with viscous juices. Something wet slid over reddened flesh, and I gasped as my boss licked the bottom she had recently so expertly treated to a hard spanking. She took her time, my Mistress, to lick both my poor, punished nether cheeks until they glistened with wetness. Ahh, the devious woman! The laviscious seductress! She had broken many a girl just like me, and I was putty in her knowing hands. The pleasure after the pain. The slow lick cooling the heated flesh. She knew every trick and was an expert in dealing out punishment and discipline and at the same time causing exquisite excitement in her defenseless victims! The coolness resulting from her licking calmed me somewhat, but my spanked orbs still radiated glowing heat and combined with the sensation of having my boss tongue the tormented buns made me moan and slightly wriggle my behind. - Ahh... are your excited, you little slut? You wriggle that red bottom so seductively in my face... And your are dripping pussy-cream all over my carpet! Is my love-slut all aroused and hot, hnnn? Is her sweet slit wet with desire and aching to be touched by her Mistress, eh? Tell me , Rita... tell me how you feel... - I'm.. I fell... my pp..pp..puss.. sy.. I'm so wet.. Your spanking.. has made ... your slut... so ..ohhh, so hot..., Ma'am... Mistress... I'm ... Ohhh, please, Mistress... - Please what, my kitten? - I don't know... Yes.. please.. ..please let me come, Mistress..., touch.. me... - Ah! No, that won't do... a slut shouldn't be allowed to come before her Mistress has had her pleasure... but I will touch you... She let her fingers strum my taut skin, and then... oh... so gently, she caressed my mound beneath the moist fabric clinging to it. Slowly, ever so slowly, she parted my swollen outer labia and gently pressed the juice-drenched satin G-string inside. Competent fingers slid in thick, viscous excretions and massaged my blood-filled, sparsely haired sex. I was beyond any conscious thought and moved my exposed behind feverishly to maximize contact with her magic hands. Then.. - Ouch! Awwww.....! Hard blows rained on my so recently smacked ass. - Stay still, you silly girl! I in charge here! - Y..yes.. , Ma'am! I quietened down and tried to be still as she gripped the sogging bundle of fabric that now constituted my new G-string below and above my lewdly exposed sex, and started a relentless pulling. Up, down, up, down and so on. In a continuous inexorable rhythm she treated my wet slit to the rough caress of the G-string riding over my sensitive inner membranes. My clitoris rubbed against the thin satin sting and reacted promptly by standing to stiff and erect attention. The she stopped and I almost whined with frustration. - On your knees, young girl! Here. In front of me. I obeyed without thought. That was my purpose: To obey this wonderful woman boss of mine, who played with my body with such undeniable skill. Kneeling in front of her, I was surprised to see a wet spot on her perfect red dress, right at the divide of her majestic thighs. She was excited! I, a lowly secretary, had excited this woman! I felt proud. Proud to be kneeling in front of her, at her disposal. - Look, she ordered. And I looked on in awe as she very slowly and seductively drew up her skirt, revealing the matching, tight red panties beneath. Her musky odor engulfed my senses and her obvious female arousal fed my own. He turned her back on me as she removed the skirt completely, baring her magnificent rump to my adoring gaze. The silken panties were next, and I almost swooned as her sex was bared. She had droplets of honeyed dew in her thick black bush and the outer labia were parted in arousal. The pink inner membranes glistened with juice. - Turn your head up, and open your mouth. But don't you dare stick your tongue out! - No, Ma'am. I did as ordered and she came and stood above me, carefully placing her dripping cunt just above my open mouth. She was facing my feet and as she parted her bottom cheeks my nose was brought in close proximity with her anal rosette. I was in heaven. Drenched in her slick cuntal cream I tasted her sweet, salty arousal and knew I had found my place: Between the mighty thighs of this domineering woman! She rubbed against my face, riding me, using me for her personal satisfaction. She gasped her firm buttocks, exposed her anal rim, and told be to stick my tongue out. Then she, to my trepidation, pressed her elastic anal opening against the stiffened tip of my tongue, and suddenly I was tasting the bittersweet insides of her anal channel. Moaning above, she forced me to fuck her ass with my protruding licker. In and out my tongue raced, caressing the tight muscle of her sphincter. It was degrading, giving such perverted pleasure to another woman, but I reveled in the depravation of the act, and in the salty tangy taste of my boss's most intimate spot. When she had been pleasured enough in her ass hole, Miss Grey shifted slightly above me and I was allowed to lick and suck on her prominent labia while my nose still caressed the wet entrance to her bottom. Then I was forced to suck on her large clitoris, which under my careful attention grew to a stiff, inch-long throbbing nub of erectile flesh. And while I still attentively sucked that magic tumescent spot, my boss kept rubbing her wetness over my face, building up towards the inescapable crescendo. - Ahh... yes... suck my stiff clit, you wild thing... taste your Mistress... taste my sweet juice... yeeessss.. you a born pussy-licking slave girl... a natural talent... suck it, kitten... let me ride... ohhh. Yessss.... Lick.... Right there... mmmmmmm.... Now... now... nooowwwww.... In a series of long, trembling shudders Miss Grey orgasmed on my face. Juice slithered down my chin as I slobbered in her copious spendings. I felt very proud, to thus have given satisfaction to my Mistress and boss, and even more so when she bent down and gave me a lingering wet kiss and told me what a good, little slut I was. Her good little slut. Her property. Her slave girl and sexual toy. Then she ordered me up onto her desk, on my back. My feet were flat on the polished surface and my knees went to either side, thus fully exposing my sex. My Mistress removed her blouse and bra freeing her large breasts, which were crowned with dark brown prominent nipples. She stood above me, smiled and fed my eager mouth her long thick nubbins. - Suck on Mommas sweet nipples, little girl. Yess... that's it... make them nice and big for Momma... Gooood girl... now the other one... yessss.... I avidly sucked on Miss Greys puffy, inch-long nipples, feeling them grow and stiffen. Her hands explored my chest while I serviced her, pinching and pulling my own painfully erect nubs. She moved then, to stand at the end of the desk, and she spread my knees further, while she scrutinized my exposed sex. The wet, bundled G-string bisected my sopping cunt and restricted my stiff clit from rearing into view. My so recently spanked buttocks rested on the cool surface of the desk. Her right hand gently explored my naked vulva, rubbing and caressing the willing flesh. - Ouch! She had started spanking my wet pussy with her hand. Searing pain erupted and chased my complacency away. Heat flowed into the tormented area and after the first 10 rapid smacks the pain dissipated and only a warm, tingling feeling remained. - Does little Rita like her Mistress to spank her naughty wet pussy, huh? Does my girl enjoy being smacked on her naked slit? - Mmmm... yes... ohhh.. yes... Mistress... your naughty little girl likes.... Having her.. wet.. soo wet... little pussy... spanked... smacked... by... you... - And even a bit harder... like this? And faster! Hard slaps rained over my reddening vulva, but a numbness had set in and I only felt a rising passion from the rhythmic smacking. Heat radiated to my loins and juice seeped from the insides of my pussy. A few blows were directed towards the top of my slit, aiming for the erect clit, and a jolt of pure electric ecstasy hit me when Mistress Grey thus probed the extent of my submissive pleasure. - Yes.. Ohhh, pleeeease yes, Mistress.. spank me... slap my pussy.. more... please more... thank you, Ma'am.. you're so good to your little girl... yessss...... - No! Don't come just yet.... She stopped her sweet torture and I cried in longing. I so wanted release, that I begged her to touch me, spank me, punish me. And as she retrieved a small, wicked looking whip from a drawer I shivered in thrilling anticipation of the joys this strict disciplinarian would introduce me to. - This is a pussy-whip, my dear. And I'm going to treat you to the exquisite sensation of having your pussy whipped by a Mistress. You may come when I give the word - but not before! Ready? - Yes, Ma'am. - Then beg me to whip your pussy! - Please, Ma'am, Mistress Grey. Please.. please whip my pussy.. and punish me...I need it ... I need to be punished.. I'm such a naughty slut.. please whip it.. pleasse... The pussy-whip had a short leather-bound handle and was fitted with numerous thongs made from braided leather. Miss Grey initially just caressed my dripping sex with the braids, but as I lifted my butt from the table, begging for her to further excite my pussy, she started wielding the short whip with devilish skill. Red hot needle pricks exploded on my sensitive vulva, but the warming spanking I had received just minutes ago from her hands, and my extreme heightened sexual arousal, diminished my experience of pain. Instead, the continuing abuse of my exposed pussy, resulted in a dramatically increased blood-flow, copious amounts of excreted juice and a thrumming, electric pulse of almost unbearable, lewd pleasure. Never had such feelings rushed through my young body. Never had dark angles sung so seductively into my nerves. I trembled. And moaned incoherently. And perhaps even screamed. I had gone beyond myself, and I could not get back. My whole being wanted relief and an earth-shattering orgasm was building up steam inside me. There I was, dressed as a girlish slut, lying on an office desk with legs spread as far as possible, my skirt up above my waist. My steel-stiff nipples rubbed sensuously against the fabric of my blouse and a need deep inside me made me touch them and roughly pinch the erect bits of erogenous flesh. They throbbed achingly at my touch and applied more pressure and pulled the stiffened nubs out from my bra-encased bosom. Fire raged between my widely spread thighs. Molten juice boiled within my cunt. The G-string was tight, buried in the folds on my pussy. The whipping stopped for a short while, leaving me whimpering, then an intruding digit pressed passed my well-lubricated rear entrance and I automatically clenched my anal channel around it. Relentlessly, my boss pushed her forefinger up into my tight, elastic back passage. Soon the knuckle had passed by my sphincter, and then it was all inside me, finger-fucking my virgin ass with forceful thrusts. I felt her manipulating the soaked G-string band, exposing my clit, which had been constricted behind the thin sheet of fabric until now. The hooded nubbin of sweet sensitive flesh was erect and thrumming with desperate need. The finger pumped inside my rear, my buttock glowed with radiant heat, my nipples ached with pain-filled lust, my clitoris pumped with blood. I spiraled down inside a black hole of raging, depraved desire. This exquisite sexual torment was more than I could bear. From somewhere I heard a monotonous crooning. It was me, trying to voice my need. Then, thankfully, release was granted: - You may come, Rita, yesss.. come for me... come for your Mistress... come, like you've never come before.... And searing, scorching pain hit me as she whipped my naked clitoris with the pussy whip. Leather braids flicked on the tumescent, erectile nub and then the pain was gone, absorbed into the orgiastic wave of absolute release than swept over me. My body moved spasmodically in the pool of viscous excretions on the desk. My girlish body trembled in the throes of a mighty convulsion. Every nerve in my body short-circuited and sent signals of extreme pleasure to my overloaded brain. Sweat ran in rivulets from my skin and my abused bottom tightened itself on the invading finger. Then a cool wetness engulfed my tortured clit as Miss Grey bent to suck it into the haven of her mouth. My convulsing sex melted and the bewildering storm of sensations reduced to a rhythmic propulsion of waves surging down to my sucked, erogenous magic little wand of teased flesh. Thus: Orally serviced by my boss, seduced into becoming a mass of seething girl-flesh screaming for sexual release, I finally rode my first true orgasm at the hands of my devilish teasing Mistress, to a wonderful, soul-satisfying crescendo. Never, ever in my short life had such feelings passed through me, and I knew already then, still riding the rough surf of my bliss, that I was hers to own. Forever. She had me, and she knew it as she gently brought me down from the mountain of pleasure and brought me back into the real world of her private office. She knew it even more, when I knelt, all my clothes in disarray, and kissed her hand, tasting myself on her warm skin. - Thank you, Ma'am.. Mistress..., thank you... She smiled down at me, bid me rise, and bent her face to mine, offering a long, lingering kiss. - Thank you, dear Rita, she answered. You are a born natural, and it was a pleasure to wake your secret desires to such a pulsing life... Then she kissed me again, and showed me her private toilet, where I could clean up a bit, and then we sat down to take care of the business of the day. Boss and secretary. Mistress and her slut.
Chapter 2: Life at the office
That night I slept fitfully, plagued by vague dreams where Miss Grey featured prominently, in various stages of undressing, and where I was naked and vulnerable before her. I woke up with a slick wetness between my thighs and masturbated in the shower, thinking of the treatment I had received the day before. I reached a somewhat unsatisfactory orgasm, and dressed in one of the outfits I had brought home. I chose a G-string and matching restriction bra in pale yellow satin, a darker yellow tight T-shirt and a short, dark gray skirt that snugged tightly to my bottom. I put on a pair of very high-heeled black leather shoes, praising the fact that my mother had taught me how to wear such footwear. I looked at myself in the mirror, and was surprised at the thrilling feeling that passed though me, as I stared at the sluttish schoolgirl that I represented. I took care with my make-up, not wanting it too heavy, and also doused myself with a small dose of my favorite flowery scent. Then I put on a long coat and took off for work. Soon after I arrived at the office, I was ordered to present myself in Miss Grey's office. With trepidation I entered the spacious room, and approached her. She stood behind the desk, tall and imposing in a white, short-sleeved dress that hugged her generous hips and was cut low in front to show off her cleavage. I stood in front of her, eyes downcast, confused and embarrassed. - Look at me, Rita! It was an order not a request, and I lifted my face to meet her penetrating stare. - There is nothing to be ashamed of, my sweet slut. You enjoyed our little game yesterday - as did I - and I'm certain we have embarked on a wonderful voyage of discovery together. I'm very much looking forward to training you and provide the strict discipline you crave - and I know you really want to submit to me and be my private sex-toy. You're afraid, of course, but there is no need to. You can trust me to guide you and I'll never do anything that you do not want to be done to you! Do you understand this? - Yes, Ma'am, but... but.. what we..yesterday... I've never before done something like that.., and I feel... - Embarrassed? Uncertain about your response to my domination of you? - Yes, Ma'am. - Well, that understandable, sweetie! It was your first time, after all. But tell me: Did you masturbate this morning, did you finger your wet little pussy, and did you dream about me last night? I stared into her smiling, knowing eyes. - Y..yes, I .. I did dream.. and ... - And what, you naughty little slut? What did you do? Tell me! - It.. I was in the shower, Mistress. And I thought about yesterday.. and you.. and I couldn't help it.. I .. my pussy was wet.. and I closed my eyes.. and spanked it a little.. and I put a finger inside.. and up into my ass.. and fucked myself.. and I came.. but it was ... not so good, Mistress..., I.. I.. - You wanted me, didn't you? To punish you, and tell you what to do? - Yes, Mistress... - Because are in fact my private little slut, and you belong to me, don't you? - Yes, Ma'am, I happily agreed. - So you are actually not allowed to masturbate and touch your little pussy without my explicit order. In fact you may not have an orgasm with me telling you to. Understand, girl? - Yes, Ma'am. I'm not allowed to finger my little pussy and I must not come without your permission, Ma'am. The game was starting again, and a tingling warmth suffused my young body. I loved this! Loved feeling like a small, naughty girl in front of her stern female boss. Loved having her in control of my sexual needs. - Good! Also, you may only use the toilet in here, when in need. And you must ask me for permission to go, every time. I want to control all your bodily needs! - Yes, Ma'am. I must use your private toilet for my needs, and always ask your explicit permission. - Fine. Now, your training must proceed. Every time you enter this office, you must, first of all, greet me properly. She sat down in the swivel chair, and ordered me to kneel in front of her. I quickly complied with the order. - That's my girl! Now, put your hands behind your neck and look me in the eyes. Yes, that makes your boobies stick out soooo nicely. Wonderful. Now kiss my foot. And the other one. Repeat after me: Good morning, Mistress. Your personal slut secretary is reporting for duty. - Good morning, Mistress. Your personal slut secretary is reporting for duty! - Excellent! Now, your morning duties may vary. One day you might have to orally satisfy me, or perhaps you will be ordered to masturbate in front of me. I could have you sucking on my nipples, or administer punishment. It depends on my mood and your behavior. However, every morning, after you have greeted me in the prescribed manner, you will present yourself to me for inspection. I must ensure that you are properly dressed and check whether you have played with yourself in an unsolicited manner. So Miss Grey ordered me to stand up, still keeping my hands behind my neck. Then I had to turn slowly around, while she carefully scrutinized my scantily clad body. When I had my back to her, I had to bend down, spread my legs and grab my ankles, thus totally exposing my buttocks beneath the short skirt. My boss gently let her hands glide over the naked flesh and then resoundedly spanked each cheek a couple of times. The seductive heat of her treatment reddened my buttocks and when I faced her again, standing up, she lifted the front of my skirt and inspected the taut triangle of scant fabric covering my slit. - Hmm, already your sweet pussy is getting moist with arousal! You are such an excitable little girl, aren't you? And you have been playing with yourself in the shower this morning! You have been toying with your pussy without my consent! It that not so, you randy little bitch? I had just told her about my recent masturbation, but I readily agreed that I had indeed been playing with myself. - Well, it's your first day of serious training under my strict supervision, but I cannot accept such behavior! You must be punished for your violation of my rules, and I will do this by administering a thorough spanking of your bare bottom. Over my knee, young lady! Mistress Grey indicated that I should lie across her lap, and I hurried to comply. In actual fact, it excited me to be so close to her, and a thrill of anticipation pulsed through me as I adjusted my young body over her lap. My boss carefully and slowly drew my short, tight skirt up so my buttocks were bared. The G-string did not cover any substantial amount of my flesh, it was buried in the crease between my orbs, and only a very small triangle of fabric right at the top of my ass covered any substantial part of my bottom. - Mmm.., you do have such a very spankable bottom, my darling girl! I might have to spank it every day in order to have your disciplined properly! Would you like that? Her hands gently kneaded my expectant buttocks and her fingers dug deep into the firm flesh. - Would my little slave-girl slut like to have her bottom spanked every day by her Mistress? Hmm? SMACK - SMACK - SMACK. Her hands dealt out hard spanks on my vulnerable flesh. - Answer your Mistress, you naughty, disobedient child! - Ouch.. oh.. Mistress.. ye..yes yes, please.. Your little, naughty slut would like.. Oww.. thank you, Mistress... to have her bottom spanked every day! Thank you, Ma'am! Miss Grey continued her barehanded spanking of my naked behind. She alternated hard, stinging slaps with gentle massaging and kneading of the reddening orbs, and through the pain I quickly attained the state I had reached the day before: A state of undeniable sexual arousal at being subjected to domination and pain and being at the mercy of this formidable and intimidating woman. The spanking ceased, but not the indecent fondling of my vulnerable ass. My heated bottom-flesh glowed and throbbed and my young ass quivered at Miss Grey's expert touch. She spread my cheeks and her forefinger slid up and down my crack and teased the tight sphincter open. For a while she very gently finger-fucked my tight asshole while I recovered from the spanking. - Thank your Mistress for your spanking! - Th.. thank you, Mistress for spanking me. - Good. Now I'm going to introduce this into your ass. She showed me something resembling a small, silvery egg. It was about 2 inches long and an inch wide. - This is a vibrator that I can control by using a remote controller, much like the one for a TV. I'm going to push it into your ass-hole, so you'll be able to receive signals from me, without anybody else knowing. For example, whenever you feel 3 short buzzes followed by 2 long ones, you must come immediately to my office and await further instructions. You must have the vibrator inserted at all times when you are in the office. Understood? - Yes, Ma'am . My boss now pressed the egg-formed vibrator against my anus and her previous finger-fucking of my tight back-passage had prepared it somewhat, so the silvery device passed my sphincter without trouble and was lodged just inside. It pressed against the elastic walls of my anal channel, but was not uncomfortable. Miss Grey then tested the device by using a small remote control. An almost inaudible buzzing started inside my ass, its intensity taking me with surprise. The vibrations were transplanted to the surrounding areas, including my pussy and vulva, and produced a highly pleasurable sensation. My Mistress turned the vibrator off, slapped my red butt, and bid me stand. - Now, the device inside your ass is a powerful one, and I'm sure you can orgasm simply from the sensations it produces, without touching yourself at all. That gives me a power over you degree of sexual arousal, and I intend to use that power! I'll sometimes, as a reward or punishment, let the vibrator stimulate you for an extended period. And I might or might not allow you to come. Under no circumstances are you to touch yourself during the periods of stimulation! Do you understand, girl! - Yes, Ma'am. I understand. - Very well, now come and sit on my lap, facing me. Good. Spread your legs, hands behind your neck. I'll just tease your sweet nipples a bit, like this. Pinch them and pull them out. Mmm, yes.. you like that, you darling girl! Let me just slap your tits a bit... wonderful.. so firm they are... Now, that should do. I think you are warmed up sufficiently now. You may start on your duties. - Yes, Ma'am - But before you leave my office, you must remember to curtsey properly and kiss my hand. Yes, that's a good girl. Run off now. I returned to the front office, walking carefully with the new sensation of having my ass stuffed with a vibrator. I spent the morning without receiving any buzzings, but I had to pee, so I knocked on Miss Grey's door and entered. I hurried to kneel beside her, with my hands behind my neck and I looked her in the eyes. I kissed her right foot, then the left. - Good morning, Mistress. Your personal slut secretary is reporting for duty. - Fine. I did not call on you, though! Do you need to use the toilet? - Yes, Ma'am. - Ok. To do that you greet me like you just did, and then ask to be allowed to go pee-pee. I blushed in having to talk in such a little girl manner, but found my voice and realized that having to beg, and to talk a little girl in front my boss, was in fact turning me on! - Please, Ma'am may your little girl go pee-pee? I was surprised at how young I sounded, just like a girl pleading her mother. - Yes, Rita, you may go pee-pee, but leave the door open, and don't start until I tell you to. I hurried to Miss Grey's private toilet, leaving the door open. I pulled down my G-string and sat down, ready to go. Then I looked at my boss, who was smiling at me from her position behind the desk. Suddenly a buzzing started inside my ass! She had turned on the vibrator inside me, taking me by complete surprise. I sat there, on her toilet, will a full bladder and my flimsy panties round my ankles, while an intensive, sexually arousing vibration was making my pussy wet! My ass contracted around the egg shaped intruder and my buttocks trembled. My bladder was full and I was filled with the urge to pee. - Please, Mistress, I pleaded. - Yes? - Please,..may I..., may I pee-pee, Ma'am? - Nooo, not just yet... pinch your stiff nipples now..., yes, that's a good girl... you please me, Rita... sitting there, ready to pee, with a vibrator buried in your ass, sending sweet sensations to your wet pussy... pull those nipples away from your tits... Good... She watched me, and her hand was below her white dress, caressing the folds of her moist cunt. Then she stopped the vibrator, and as I slumped slightly forward, she gave me permission to pee. I did, and the stream of urine splashed into the bowl, while pleasure raced round my body. Afterwards I just sat there, shivering. Miss Grey came to me, still smiling. - Wonderful things, these vibrators! Now. Does my little girl want Mummy to wipe her? - Y.yes, please... My boss carefully wiped my pussy and pulled up my scant G-string. Then she had me kneel on the office floor while she stood above me. Her white dress covered me and I turned up my face, looking up between her thighs. She had no panties on, and was slowly lowering her juicy womanhood down towards my waiting mouth. I almost swooned as the heady scent of her mature body enveloped me totally beneath her thin dress. And as I licked her velvety sex to multiple orgasms, loving the feel of her stiff, long clitoris between my lips, I knew I'd do anything to please this woman. Afterwards, as she licked her juices of my glistening face, she invited me to her house on the same evening, and I happily accepted, wanting so very much to spend time with her, to be trained and strictly disciplined by her, to let her govern me, body and soul.
Chapter 3: The boss at home
Before I left the office that afternoon, Miss Grey provided me with a package and a set of instructions. I opened the package, when I got home, and found an outfit inside that looked suitable for a 12-year-old girl. There was a frilly pink dress, with a short skirt. A pair of pink cotton panties with flower print, white cotton socks with lace and a pair of black shiny dancing shoes fit for a girl. No bra. The included instructions told me I'd be picked up at 8 pm and told me to put on the clothes and make my appearance as similar to a young girls as was possible. I showered (no masturbation this time) and started to dress. The panties were very snug, and clearly outlined my slit. The dress also fitted me tightly, especially on my upper body, and my cleavage was very visible, as the dress was cut very low in front. I put on the socks and shoes, and looked at myself in a mirror. I found it strangely exhilarating to be dressed up in this way, and I did my best to provide the finishing touches by applying a discreet make-up and arranging my blond hair in two pigtails. At 8 pm I was ready and when the doorbell rang, I rushed to open it, feeling like an excited little girl. To my surprise, a strange woman was standing outside. She was tall and blonde and dressed as a maid. She smiled down at me. - Ah! So this is the little girl, who has an appointment with Mistress Grey tonight. Without conscious thought, I curtseyed deeply and replied. - Yes, Ma'am, I'm Mistress Grey's little girl. - Fine! Let get going then. She led me to a dark limo and I sat beside her while she drove through town, to a spacious house in a northern suburb. She parked the limo, took my hand and walked me to the front door, where she rang the bell. Miss Grey opened the door, dressed very conservatively in an ankle-length gray pleated skirt, and a black blouse. - Thank you, Maria. You are dismissed for now. The maid curtseyed and walked away. Miss Grey took my arm and pulled me inside, then closed the door. - Well, little Rita. It's good to see you, though I'm sure you know, you've been very naughty. I've talked to your teacher today, and she said she caught you reading fashion magazines during class. You know you are not supposed to do that! - Yes, Ma'am. I was using my little girl voice, which by now was becoming second nature. - Don't you Ma'am me, child! I'm your Mummy and you should know it! Ah! So this was the game we were playing tonight! An incestuous, lesbian relationship between mother and young daughter! A depraved thrill rushed through me. Well, we were consenting adults, both of us, so what was wrong with a touch of role-playing. I enjoyed the little girl role, my boss had designed for me, and she looked very strict and imposing in her conservative dress. - Yes, Mummy. Sorry, Mummy. - You should be sorry! Reading fashion magazines during school! I've never heard of such a thing! You certainly need to be disciplined. Come with me! She took me by the hand and I meekly accompanied her. When we arrived in a room reminiscent of a library, with many bookcases and deep easy chairs. A few closed cupboards were also present. Prints of scantily clad women decorated the walls and soft music was playing. Miss Grey sat down in a large chair and I stood before her, as a little girl who had broken an important rule, with downcast eyes and hands at my side. - Look at me, Rita. I looked up at her stern visage. - Yes, Mummy... - Go to that cupboard and get me the hairbrush and the paddle. I went to the cupboard she indicated, opened it and gasped. It was filled with various implements of discipline. Whips and paddles and rods and riding-crops and several I could not name. I knew a hairbrush, though, and found a medium-size brush with a wooden handle and back. I also managed the paddle, which looked like a ping-pong paddle - but was made from thick, black leather. I returned to stand before her, and handed over the two implements. - Very well. Now, dear, I'm going to provide you well-deserved punishment. You will lie over my lap, and I will administer a severe spanking. Come here! - Yes.., Mummy... Apprehensively, I approached her and was soon lying across her lap. She had me spread my legs, and my frilly skirt was taken aside to reveal my bottom, but I was still wearing the pink, flowery panties. - Such nice panties, my dear. - Thank you, Mummy. Her hands caressed my ass through the very tight-fitting cotton stretched taunt over my nether cheeks. She applied a few bare handed spanks, and then retrieved the wicked-looking hairbrush. SMACK. The wooden side of the brush hit my panty-clad ass with relentless force. I yelped, and involuntarily clenched my ass-cheeks. SMACK. Pain stung again. I was a little girl in a frilly dress, lying across her mother's lap, getting her bottom spanked with a wooden hairbrush. Tears welled up in my eyes as the harsh treatment of my ass continued. Again and again the brush left it's mark upon my bottom, which soon glowed with red-hot warmth. It was not difficult to fall into the role of a young girl being punished by her stern mother. I was soon blubbering with the intense pain caused by the hard spanking. Then, to my great relief, my boss paused in her discipline and for a while she gently caressed my panty-clad behind with the bristly side of the hairbrush. - Sooo, my sweet, relax now. Let Mummy make it better... I know it hurts, dear, but you must be disciplined. Mustn't you? Mmm, yes, you must... and it makes your little bottom such a lovely shade of pink. Very nice with those tight panties you are wearing. I tried to relax, and as the pain subsided, I succeeded in enjoying the soothing caresses of the hairbrush as my Mistress used it to subtly massage my exposed globes. With firm, circular motions she had the bristles sensitize not only the skin beneath my panties, but also the naked flesh on the back of my thighs and even between them. The bristles were somewhat rough, but I soon found I enjoyed the feeling as the action set my blood flowing and heated the whole area. This devious, depraved woman who was my boss, most certainly knew her trade! She played with my sore bum until I wriggled uncontrollably on her lap and moaned with the pleasure she was teasing forth. Then Miss Grey started to tap my bottom cheeks with the bristly side of the brush. Not very hard, but in a very fast rhythm she let the brush dance on my backside. Small pinpricks ensued, casing further stimulation of my young flesh. Already a sticky wetness was flowing from my slit causing a dark spot to appear on the flowery panties. Mistress Grey had noticed, of course, and used the brush to gently tap between my spread legs, right on my exposed sex. - Hmm, it seems my little darling is getting all excited. All hot and bothered. Well, Mummy will have to rectify that! Such a disobedient girl like you needs much training and discipline. So I'll continue your punishment by using on paddle on that pink bum of yours! - Nooo, please Mummy... I'll be a good little girl. I'll never read any magazines in class again, Mummy! I promise... Please don't paddle my bum! It's so sore, Mummy! - Hush, child! Mummy knows what's best for you! And your firm little butt needs a good, strong paddling! - Pleeeese, noooo... Mummy! - Stop you complaining! Or I'll have to gag you! And stop touching your bum! I'll tie your hands together now, to stop you interfering! There, that should do it, just a silken scarf. She tied my hands behind my back using a long scarf, and then the paddling commenced. SLAP - SLAP - SLAP - SLAP. The thick leather of the paddle provided a very different sensation from the wooden hairbrush. The pain was less intense, as a larger area was covered, and as Mistress Grey let the leather caress my tormented flesh after each slap, I found it much easier to endure the paddling. The repeated action of the paddle, however, did cause a further reddening and heating up of my bottom, and I could also feel an increased flow of juice from my pussy. The flowery, pink panties were stretched so tightly over my spanked and paddled behind that they felt like a second skin. They protected my ass only slightly, but it made me excited, to have on such little girl panties while being treated in such a demeaning manner. The combined punishment and subtle caress of the wicked leather paddle continued for what seemed a very long time. When Miss Grey finally stopped, my ass was a seething red mass of sweltering flesh. I longed to rub it and soothe the pain - but as my sexual arousal was also undeniable, I equally longed to finger my moist pussy. But that was not to be. I was ordered, still with my hands tied behind me, to stand up. - Well, darling. I don't want you to touch your hot little bottom, and certainly you cannot be allowed to play with that wet slit of yours! So Mummy is going to secure your hands behind your back.... with this! - What's that, Mummy? - It's a leather sleeve, my sweet. Both your arms fit into it together, like this. And then it can be tied up. Now turn around, I'll untie that scarf.. there.. now keep you arms together... yes.. That's a good girl... I'll just lace up the sleeve. There. Now, turn around and look at Mummy. Miss Grey had laced the leather device so tightly that my shoulders were drawn back, thus pushing out my bosom. I felt uncomfortable, and helpless. A small, disobedient girl in front of her strict, disciplinarian mother. Arms immobilized. Bottom red and throbbing from my recent punishment. Smallish tits pushed outwards, stiff nipples poking at my dress. - Good girl! No need to look so downcast, dear! Tell me now, what sort of fashion magazines were you reading? - I.. they were just .. normal fashion magazines, Mummy... Vogue and stuff...! - Hmm, that is not what your teacher told me, young lady! She said you were in fact looking at women prancing around in very small bikinis or even quite nude! Now tell me the truth! - But.. Mummy.. Yes.. It's true; Anita and me were looking at some pictures in some magazines she had gotten from her big brother... Naked women.. and in underwear, Mummy... Please, Mummy... Don't spank me any more, Mummy... My bottom feel so hot, and it must be very red, Mummy.. pleeeeaase... - Oh, you crybaby! You must learn to take your punishment, especially if you persist in being such a naughty girl, and look at pictures of naked women! I need to be very strict with you, Rita! You must learn how to behave properly. And I tire of your pathetic whining, girl! I believe you need a gag! To my surprise my boss then proceeded to lift up her long skirt, showing off her long stockinged legs and black silk underwear. I couldn't help noticing a dark, moist telltale spot right over her pussy. This game we were enacting was definitely turning her on! She then pointed to her panties. - I am going to pantie-gag you, girl! My the panties I'm wearing right now. So get down there and remove Mummy's panties. - But Mummy, I whined, How? My arms are in the sleeve... - Oh you stupid, little girl! Must I tell you everything? With you mouth, of course! Kneel down in front of Mummy and make some use of that gab of yours! - Yes, Mummy... I managed, hampered by not being able to use my arms, to kneel down and get in a position, where my face was directly in front of Miss Grey's panties. A whiff of female arousal reached my nostrils, and I shivered in pleasurable anticipation. What an extraordinary pleasurable task! To remove my Mistress' moist panties, using only my mouth! Eagerly I grabbed hold of the elastic waistband with my teeth and drew it downwards, baring the top of her black bush. She turned slowly above me, to help me out, and the next thing I knew was pressing my face close to her fleshy buttocks, drinking in the intoxicating smell of her, as I gradually managed to bare the naked skin. Again she turned gradually, and as she once more had her front towards me, I had managed to get the panties down to her upper thighs. Moist droplets glimmered in the hairs covering her mature pussy, and her slit had parted slightly, giving me a tantalizing peek at the glistening pinkness inside. I longed to lick my way into her insides, but knew better than to try. Instead, I concentrated on getting the black silk panties all the way down her slender, muscular legs and out over her feet. With the panties clenched between my teeth, I knelt in front of her and sighed as she lowered her skirt, once again hiding her most secret places from my adoring eyes. She retrieved the panties. - Very good, girl! I might make a proper, nicely trained lady out of you, yet! - Thank you, Mummy... - Now open up your mouth.. yes, like that... stick your tongue out and taste Mummy's panties... Ahh,. You like that, you little rascal! Yes, lick the crotch nicely, suck them now... all the way inside you mouth... good... that's it.. all of them inside... then I'll tie this scarf round you head, to keep those panties in... You like the taste of Mummy's pussy, I can see that from the way you relish chewing my underwear.. That's good... You might be allowed to taste Mummy's pussy some more if you behave yourself... She now spent some time teasing my tits and nipples through the pink dress I was wearing. She then pulled my dress down, baring my torso and bent down to suck my nipples into the warm cavern of her mouth. She also licked my bosom carefully, taking her time to once in awhile suck my tit-flesh into her mouth. Soon my nipples were standing to stiff attention. - Ahh, so nice tits, sweetie! Shake your tits for Mummy now. Yes, that's good! Faster! Do you like to have Mummy suck on her little girl's nips? Of course you do, you darling! You like Mummy to pinch and pull those stiff little niplets! And I enjoy pleasing my little girl. Having her shake her girlish little tits and presenting those stiff paps for me to play with. Let me flick them.. yes... keep still, child.. good.. now a hard flick her and another here.. Ahhh, the are begging for it, the erect little things... My nipples were now painfully erect through all the attention she had been paying to them. Miss Grey then sat down and placed me on her lap, my legs spread wide, my arms inside the sleeve, my dress pulled down to bare my chest, my stiff nipples aching for her rough caresses, my mouth gagged with her silken panties. - Be a good girl now, and sit still while Mummy plays with your sweet little tits. She roughly grabbed my firm tit-flesh with one hand, while she with one arm cuddled me close to her. She bit my earlobe and whispered her seductions into my ear. - Such a pretty little girl you are, dear. You please Mummy, you know. You took you spanking very nicely, and you were very good at removing my panties. Mummy likes her little girl to be so well behaved. I wanted to please her, to be a good little girl, and I moaned behind my gag as she pinched my nipples and gently slapped my tits. She licked my earlobe and made a wet trace down my neck and over my chest. Then she sucked a generous amount of my breast into her mouth and I whined and moved my bosom, trying to get her to also pay attention to my nipples. She did, after a long while, and I was shaking with frustration as she at last took one of my painfully erect nipples between her teeth and then softly bit on it! Suck. Bite. Suck. For an eternity she alternated her treatment of my sore, sensitive flesh between sucking and stretching it out with her teeth. Then the other nipple was treated in the same manner and I was crying with my need when she had finished. Then she took something, like a strange scissor, on the table beside her. I was ordered to hold completely still and to my fearful trepidation she fitted a small black rubber band onto the scissor-like pliers. The pliers kept the rubber band distended and my boss now placed one over my stiff right nipple and then closed it over the nipple and removed the pliers! The result was that the rubber band fitted tightly over the base of my nipple, constricting it and restricting the blood flow. A throbbing, pricking pain started to grow in the tortured flesh and the nipple swelled with blood and gradually turned a vivid reddish brown color. The other nipple was treated in a similar manner, and I sobbed as the pain coursed through both my erect nubbins. - Shush my baby. Relax. This makes your darling nipples stand out so beautifully! Mummy likes stiff nipples on her sweet girl! Her let me kiss the pain away... Mmmm, yesss... isn't that nice, to have Mother kiss your stiff, sore little nips? And tease them a bit..., gently... rolling them between my fingers... Yes, dear, let me dry your tears now. You're a very good little girl, Rita. Miss Grey's kissing and fondling of my swollen nipples caused the pain to abate somewhat. But the rubber bands were still very uncomfortable. My Mistress, however, had far from finished her diabolical tormenting of my bosom. She retrieved two black silken scarves and used them to tie round my tits, at the base. She did not tighten them excessively, but it was still more than I had previously experienced from wearing the restriction bra. My poor breasts now protruded lewdly from my chest, topped with rock-hard, tortured nip. I sniffled, horrified at my predicament and fearful of what was to come. What did my dominant boss have in mind for me? - Sooo, baby... yes... Mummy's little girl has her tits all tied up now, and they look sooo sweet! Mummy likes her little girl to have her tits sticking out so nicely. Mummy likes to play with the girly boobs. Like this... kissing them... licking them... sucking the nips... mmmm..., flicking fingers at them... Ohhh, are you crying you little darling! Don't cry, dear! But you have been a naughty, disobedient girl, and you should be disciplined. Ahhh, so red the little tits are now! So stiff the nipples... Don't let the pain get to you, darling. Mummy knows what best. I will make you feel sooo good later, better than you've ever felt... but first you must be a good girl and endure you punishment. You must be taught a lesson. But Mummy will reward her darling now, for being such an obedient girl, and being such a sweetie when you took of Mummy's panties. I'll take off the rubber bands from you nipples. Would you like that, dearie? I nodded. Desperate for some relief. I had not expected the intense agony that ensued! Mistress Grey carefully removed first one, then the other of the small rubber bands using the scissor-like device. As the blood came flooding back into the sensitized flesh, agony was the result! It felt like red-hot pins being stuck into my poor flesh. Wave after wave of pricking pain caused me to almost collapse on the lap of my boss. She stroked my hair quietly and soothed me. - So, there, cutie-pie. That right, cuddle up to Mama, you sweet thing. I know it hurts to have those rubber bands removed. But it will son pass, and then your nipples will be all the more luscious and succulent because of the treatment. And so very sensitive and susceptible to Mummy's ministrations. Yes, quite now, my sweet. That's it, darling. Let Mummy kiss the pain away..., mmmmm..., so hot those paps are now, dear! Hot nipples throbbing in my mouth.... Ahhh..., yes.... She sucked strongly on the sore, stiff nubbins and soon the pain subsided and was overshadowed by a molten warmth suffusing into the tender bits of flesh. Topping my bound, protruding bosom, the nipples were now almost inch-long, stiffly erectile and throbbing with dark desire. They glistened from Mistress Grey's saliva and I had never felt such heightened sensation in them before. Like antennae, they picked up the slightest caress or breath and translated it into a delirious buzzing in my young body. I now had to climb down from Miss Grey's lap and kneel before her. I did, and to my consternation I noticed a dark spot on her gray pleated skirt. My leaking pussy had left a wet stain! It had not gone unnoticed of course. - Why you little slut! Leaking your juice all over Mummy's nice skirt! I thought you were a well behaved, nice little girl, and look here: You dribble your girl-juice all over me! Well, I'll just have to punish you, Rita. And I believe I know just how to do that.... She connected the sleeve holding my arms imprisoned behind my back with an eyelet in the ceiling and then tied me down on a padded footstool. I ended up with my pantie-clad butt up in the air and my legs spread wide and tied to the footstools legs with leather cuffs. My bound breasts were just free from the stool and hung free, but not loose, and they were hampered in jiggling by the binding scarves. My mouth was still gagged with my boss' soggy panties and she had secured me to the footstool with several lengths of rope across my torso. My pink dress was disheveled and I was filled with fear, but I knew my panties were shockingly wet with sticky girl excretions, and I knew I was at the mercy of my dominant boss, who now had free access to my ass and pussy. Mistress Grey stood before me, caressing a black, evil-looking short riding crop. She had removed the stained skirt and changed her apparel. Now she towered above me clad only in a tight-fitting black leather corselet, matching panties and black stockings and long leather boots. She certainly filled the part of a dominant mother chastising her wayward, young daughter! It made me excited, though, this sinister outfit and its implications of dominance and total surrender. - You naughty, naughty girl, you! Reading smutty magazines in class, with pictures of naked women! And now wetting you nice flowery panties and making a spot on Mummy's skirt! Did you get a wet pussy from reading that awful stuff in class? I'm sure you did. I'm certain you and that Amanda girl got all giggly from looking at those women. And very probably you also got a wet little pussy! And so did Amanda I'm sure. Well, young lady. It's time to suffer for such disobedience! Time to teach you not to dribble on your dear Mummy's skirt! She moved out of my sight, behind me. And I felt the cool leather of the riding crop caress my red bottom. The previous spanking had left it warm and glowing, but I did not relish the thought of being treated to an undoubtedly severe cropping. The crop found it's way into the crease between my buttocks, and Miss Grey moved it insidiously up and down. She then angled it a bit and targeted it to caress my wet slit. I had expected hard slaps and pain, but was getting a feeling of the seductive powers of leather in the hands of a competent Mistress. I couldn't move my body but still tried to push my exposed behind closer to the touch of the crop. - Mmm, so Mummy's little girl likes the crop, does she? Well, you'll have plenty of chance to enjoy it, sweetie! She then started slapping my wet, pantied crotch with the crop. Not hard, in fact I barely felt any pain, but in a rhythmic cadence that made me moan through my aromatic gag with arousal. Tied over the footstool with widely spread legs, my behind was exposed and vulnerable. My juice had soaked into the cotton of the flowery panties, and the moist fabric stuck to my vulva. The incessant tapping of the crop on my slit, lewdly exposed by my position and my sexual excitement, caused a gradual heating up and swelling of my puffy labia, an increased flow of pussy-cream and a stiffening of my clit as blood flowed into my sex. - So, my misbehaving baby's slit is wet with her cream! Well, Mummy will teach you! And train that willful pussy of yours! It needs spanking, that girl cunt of yours, doesn't it? Oh, yes it does... and you like to have the crop slap on your wet, sticky crotch, don't you? Yes, my sweet baby, Mummy knows what her girl likes... ! The crop moved away, and instead she now roughly kneaded my nether cheeks, once in a while slapping them with her bare hand. I wriggled in frustration, wanting her hands to touch me between my legs, to go to my pussy and to provide release for the storm that had begun to rage in my young body. But she didn't, this wily woman, she played with me and teased me with such craft that I would only obtain release when she wanted me to. And right now, she was far from granting me any sort of release. She was pulling my tight panties away from my bottom, then releasing them to snap back on the spanked flesh. The action also put pressure on my pussy, and she would let her free hand play with the naked flesh of my bottom while the panties were pulled up. Her fingers explored my crease and even caressed my tight rosebud. Then a finger was pressed relentlessly through my tight, clenching finger and deep into my anal channel. It was slick, probably from her spittle, and Miss Grey now started finger fucking my tight back passage. She would completely withdraw her finger, then insert it again as far as possible. Her other hand was softly now slapping my pussy. I was becoming delirious at her ministrations, moaning though the pantie-gag and clenching my ass around the intruding digit, enjoying the sensation of being on display and at her mercy. My boss withdrew from my contracting asshole and firmly grabbed the tight panties. Then she ripped the cotton, from elastic waistband to the crotch, leaving the strands to insufficiently cover my skin. She bent down to plant a single kiss on each red buttock, and then moved to crouch in front of my face. She removed the panties stuffed inside my mouth, grabbed my hair and roughly devoured my soft mouth with deep kisses. I melted beneath her assault, kissed my Mistress and Mummy back, savoring the shared taste of her pussy. - Mummy's going to take her baby's cherry now. Her little asshole cherry. I'm going to rape your tight little anus and make my little girl a proper woman. Now how would you like that? How would you like mummy to penetrate you from behind and fuck your tight ass with a dildo until you scream in ecstasy? Hmm? How would Mummy's darling like to have her rosebud raped? >From something in her eyes, I got the cue to my response. - Pleeasse, Mummy! Don't..., I'll be a good little girl... But don't fuck my virgin ass, Mummy...! Please... - Oh, stop, you silly girl! Mummy's little slut must be trained to take a good-sized dildo up her tight ass! - Nooo, pleasseee, Mummy... don't hurt me... - Oh, I'm not going to hurt you, dear! You are going to love this! She went to retrieve something from a cupboard and when she returned she had strapped on a harness that had a black, knobby shaft protruding from it. The knobs were perhaps an inch in diameter at their widest. - Now Mummy is going to fuck her little girl senseless! This shaft is a double one - the other end is deep in Mummy's own pussy. So when I stick this my baby's tight ass and take her anal cherry, I'm going to also fuck myself. Are you ready, honey? - Noooo...., I whimpered. Secretly I longed for her rough treatment of me, longed to be filled with the wicked artificial cock that looked so depraved on her. She moved behind me, crouched down and leaned over me. The rubber dong caressed the crease between my buttocks. Her hands went to my bound boobies and as soon as she gently touched my nipples they sprung to immediate attention, standing stiff and pulsing with an aching desire! - See, I told you so..., Nicely trained nipples they are now! So sensitive to Mummy's touch... She played with my bosom for a while, toying with my protruding nipples and the blood-filled tits. Then she knelt behind me and I felt the tip of the dildo at the entrance to my most intimate hole. - Nooo, Mummy.. please don't stick it inside me... pleassee... not in my bottom.. SMACK - SMACK - SMACK. She slapped my quivering behind hard with the riding crop. Stinging pain erupted. - Stop your sniveling, girl! You should have thought about this when you and that Amanda girl sat in class and got your little pussies wet by looking at prancing naked women, and when you dribbled your pussy-cream all over my nice clean dress! You have been misbehaving badly, and been a very naughty little girl, so be quiet now and take your punishment! Besides, you'll soon come to love this! Mummy knows just how to satisfy a laviscious little pet like you! And I am going to have you ass cherry, no matter what you do. You might as well enjoy it! - Yes, Mummy... but.. I'm scared, Mummy... my ass.. is sooo tiny.. and tight.. and you're going to stick.. that... thing.. up in me... Pleese.. be gentle, please, Mummy... I'll be a good little girl, and do everything you say... - Oh, I'll be gentle, dear! And you tight little butt can easily expand to take Mummy's cock. I've lubricated it well, and you'll have no problems taking it inside you. Here we go... yes... the first knob now... - Ohhh, Mummy.. it's so big.. I can't... Ugggghhhh... uhhh.. it's inside me... your big.. cock.. is inside me, Mummy... in my ass... As the first knob passed my sphincter, expanding the tight muscle, then constricting again as the spherical knob passed, I clenched my bottom involuntarily, trying to expel the intruder. I did not succeed, and as the knob pressed against the membranes of my anal channel, a buried, debauched desire began to pulse through my bound and violated young body. As the second knob on the shaft slowly expanded my anus, I eagerly accepted the penetration into my butt, and the pleasure starting to surge through me did not abate, even when my boss treated my stinging, red-hot bottom cheeks to a through spanking with the riding crop she still held in her right hand. Slowly, teasingly the shaft glided up inside my virgin posterior, perfectly under the control of my Mistress Mummy. - Ahhh, sweet Rita.. such a perfect ass for fucking... can you feel Mummy's shaft inside your lovely bum, my darling? - Mmm... yes, Mummmmyyyy.. ohh.. you're all the way inside me.. in my ass... filling me... pleeeaaaseee Mummy, fuck your little girls ass... fuck meeeee... oh... yes... it's so goooooddd Mummy... you're sooo nice to your little girl..... fuck me Mummy... fuck my bottom.... Miss Grey withdrew the knobbed shaft almost completely from my ass, then she let it glide back in, titillating and teasing the rim whenever a new know passed my rosebud. Inexorably she continued her strokes, gradually increasing her rhythm, and once in a while using the riding crop or her bare hand to spank my back or buttocks. Then, filling my tight asshole to its limit, she bent over my prostate body and keeping the shaft buried in me, she started pinching and teasing my already excessively stimulated nipples. - Ohhhh... yesss... Mummy... you fuck my ass so good.. inside me.. mmmm... please, oh, yes, play with my stiff nipples.. yessss... mmmm.. pinch them, Mummy... Ohhh... slap them... slap my tits, dear Mummy... - Oh, yes, I'm going to treat my sweet baby girl so well.. pinching her stiff nubs.. spanking her firm ass, fucking that tight, young butt...., Mummy will make her baby come like she's never come before... - Yes... Mummy, please make me come.. let me coooome, Mummy! I need it so, your baby needs to come... fuck my ass... slap it... harder.. Ahhhh... ohhhh.. yes... I'm burning... sooo hot... We were both in a frenzy now, rapidly approaching the point of no return. We moaned in sweet, delirious unison and I knew that Miss Grey, with one end of the dildo deep in her pussy, was close to the edge. Then she stopped her fucking and spanking of my bottom, and with the shaft embedded to its fullest in my ass, she then proceeded to fondle my dripping snatch! She pinched my erect clit between two fingers and then started humping me again. My whole body was shuddering in response, getting ready for the ultimate release. - Yes, Rita, my love, my darling, my baby. You may come now, my sweet, and Mummy will come at the same time... now... oh, God... yes..., Now... Come, baby... come for Mummy... She was manipulating the erect tip of my clit within it's well-oiled hood and at the same time fucking my roughly my ass with the knobbed shaft that continuously excited my rose bud by the series of contractions and dilations it was providing. I was approaching total delirium, screaming my passion out incoherently and bucking, in so far as my tight bondage permitted, to meet Miss Grey's thrusts and to have her continue fondling my clit, which seemed to have grown to enormous proportions. It filled my world, my senses. My bound tits, tipped with rock-hard nipples. My burning, spanked bottom cheeks. My teased, tortured flesh. All exploded and melted as a relentless wave of paradisic bliss swept through my young body. With my boss pummeling my ass above me, riding her own torrentous orgasm to completion, I was overtaken by veritable flood of released sensations. All my nerves sang their wild, wild songs with loud strumming and the resulting overload hit my poor brain. Such music I made! Such bellows of ecstasy I produced! My anal muscles contracted, in a deep bass, incessantly round the intruding dildo and my clit stood tall and sang soprano with abandon. A storm raged, and I came, and came, and came..... The depraved perversity of our actions. The role-play of a dominant Mother chastising her errant daughter with a blatantly sexual discipline. The fact that Miss Grey was my boss. All this added layers of intensity to my finally obtained orgiastic release. Nothing in my short life had ever come close to this. Nothing could have prepared me for the total mind-blowing satisfaction and pure, raw pleasure that coursed through me. Having herself achieved a shattering orgasm, my boss gently withdrew from my ass, and proceeded to remove my bonds, including the scarves round the base of my tits. She helped me stand up and we then walked together to her scrumptious bathroom, where Miss Grey helped me clean up and found me a comfortable bathrobe to wear. She then showered changed her own attire to a robe similar to mine, and we sat down on a soft couch in her living room, and she served cool, sweet, strong wine in small antique glasses while we chatted. - Miss Grey, Ma'am.. today.. I mean.. I've never... - Sheila now, my darling! You've never what, Rita? - I've never come close... to this.. before... It was.. I mean, Ma'am.. Sheila.. so satisfying..! - Mmm, yes.. I did notice that! She smile warmly at me, teasingly. - Seriously, my dear. I've only very seldom seen such a reaction, and such natural participation from anyone! You were absolutely perfect today, and I loved every minute of our session. Not that I doubted I would! These last days have confirmed my very first impression of you - and... Something serious crept into her voice. - And, Rita.. I.. Well, I would very much like you to stay. - Tonight, you mean? - Tonight - and every other night! My darling, I'm very much infatuated with you. No, let me get this straight: I love you, Rita. I love every inch of your dear, sweet body, and I love even more your soul and your mind! Could you, perhaps, find in yourself just a small whisper of feeling for me? She was not looking at me, not daring to, and I suddenly knew what subtle powers were at work. I had power, much power, over this strong woman, who was so dominating, because I dared submit to her. I couldn't answer her question straight away. I couldn't speak and tears were clouding my eyes. Instead I cuddled close to her, took her face between my hands, looked through fog into her wet eyes and kissed the tears of her cheeks. - Oh, Rita, sweet Rita! - Sheila, my love... Not many more coherent words were said that night. We had so many things that needed to be said, without words, without whisperings, but through the gentle caresses and sweet fondlings of two women very much in love.
The very next day I moved in with Sheila, and I've never looked back.