Homage

Homage

byAngela Adamson, prettyangela@live.com

Dedication

This narration is dedicated to my mentor and lover Faye Duncan who captured me with herstory "Messy Pants Mary". Her story crystallized my longing for adominant and loving woman and made me realize that subjection didn'tmean abjection. Thank you, Faye, for your friendship and for takingcontrol of a secret part of me, and for letting me serve your desires.

My story

My name is Angela. I am engaged to be married to a wonderfulman called Rob and we are soon to be married. We live in a town in NewZealand close to our families, one of whom is my 13 year old nieceTracey. I am 30 years old, nothing special to look at, an Englishmajor, but now spending most of my days at home as I am 5 monthspregnant. I am happy and content but there has always been a small partof me, unknown to everyone, that has had a fantasy of being the lover ofa dominant woman. On one otherwise ordinary day last year I found myfantasy becoming more than a fantasy. I will tell you what happened andleave you to disentangle the truth from the embellishment.

I came acrossthe writer Faye Duncan and her story "Messy Pants Mary" whilst browsingonline. It was so fresh, so earthy, so delightfully wicked that I wrotean email to her saying how she had pushed some erotic buttons of minethat had been buried too deep for me to know them previously. Wecorresponded as friends for a while. I admitted to her my romanticlongings for a dominate woman as a lover. Her own fantasies were moreextreme. Faye loves the notion of role reversal, particularly betweenyoung girl and older woman, and had written about an older woman fallinghard for a young girl and suffering rejection and abuse in return. Thishad been the theme of the story that had so excited me.

It so happenedthat Faye was soon to be a tourist visitor to New Zealand and wearranged that she spend time in my town as I showed her the countrysideand we got to know each other. When I met her at the airport I foundher to be quite a bit older than me, with an assured manner, but just aseasy to confide in as she had been online. I found myself warming toher very quickly, trusting her, and wanting her approval and affection. I invited her into my home and our friendship quickly became veryintense.

Faye was always teasing me about my submissive fantasies,encouraging me in them, referring playfully to her own kinky interestswhich, because I knew she was excited by them, I also encouraged. Ibecame fascinated by her (and her by me, I think) and we started to playout little scenes in which she was the dominant and I the submissive. It began with harmless little tasks that she set me: not to wear pantiesone day, to finger myself when we went to the movies, and I kept wantingmore. I kept wanting to give myself to her, to allow me to be herlittle pet, and oh I reveled in her praise. To be called her good girlsent me to seventh heaven.

With my wedding on the horizon I knew thatthings were coming to crisis point. So one day I had a heart to heartwith Rob. I told him that there was something he didn't know about meand that he would need to accept this secret of mine if the wedding wasto go ahead. And eventually I managed to partially admit the truth:that I was mesmerized by Faye, who was showing me a new erotic path. Rob didn't and still doesn't know what to make of this but eventuallyagreed because he didn't and still doesn't want to lose me. At Faye'sinstigation Rob and I only ever have sex doggy style now. It allows meto be more disengaged from him during this intimate act, and to morereadily fantasize that I am with Faye; Rob, for his part, seems to enjoythis rather naughty coupling.

Faye has become a frequent visitor to ourhome and it is understood that, when she indicates, Rob must leave usalone. On these occasions Faye has full access to my swollen belly, myenlarged tits, and I will beseech her to fondle the child we both referto as "hers" both through my belly and through my tender and sensitivepussy lips. When she does this I sigh with contentment and I feel herbecoming more and more engaged with me, my womanly needs, and my sexualand romantic feelings. She will sometimes insist that am bare-breastedin her presence and she will pinch my nipples so that they are proudlyerect for her, testimony to my love for her, and my subjection to herwill.

(As the more extreme parts of my story now begin I find myselfaddressing Faye in the second person rather than the third personbecause this account is my gift to her for all she means to me).

Oh Faye, remember how on your visits you teased me about my niece Tracey? "I want you to become enamored of Tracey, dearest" you would say. "Iwant you to be her toy, and accept that what she wants I want too. Iwant you to suffer the unrequited pangs of passion for her. I want herto play with you as a cat plays with a mouse, to tantalize you withdesire and cruelty." Remember how these suggestions began almosthumorously, Faye? Remember how they became more and more serious untilI realized with a sick dread that you meant every word? And how, in myadoration and need to be your good girl, I agreed? And then do youremember how you worked on my heart strings, you encouraged me to admireTracey from afar, you coached me in reciting words of love as thoughaddressed to Tracey, and how in my desperate need for your approval, asick need for Tracey herself indeed began to well up in me? And whenyou saw this happening you praised me all the more and I began to desireTracey all the more because I knew it pleased you.

And then today all your plans came to fruition. It is all now so immediate that I shall describe events in the present tense.

This morning on one of your visits to me at home you send Rob away asusual. As usual, when this happens, I know to make myself available andopen to you. You like to caress my swelling belly and to suck on myengorged nipples to relax me and ease the back ache that is a commonevil of pregnancy. I am at peace with your caresses, murmuring words ofmy adoration and devotion to you - and you are calling me "pet" and "mygood girl" and saying naughty things like "think if this was Tracey,think about how you would feel then; wouldn't you be a naughty Angelathen; wouldn't Tracey think her Aunt was a pathetic little dirty girl".

There is a ring at the door and it is Tracey! She knows nothing aboutyou nor of my wicked thoughts concerning her yet. I introduce you as my"special friend Faye" and I can see that Tracey is much taken with you,and your confident manner is winning her trust. You tell Tracey thatyou are advising and caring for me, and attending to my special needs -and you ask her if she would like to help (you initially put this to hervery innocently as though it was perfectly natural). When Tracey agreesyou explain that her Aunt Angela needs special caresses on her swollenbelly to "relax" her. You get me to expose my belly and you stroke methere quite sensuously. Your stroking pushes up my dress to the pointthat it is obvious I am not wearing a bra, and my full breasts areexposed. Your caressing travels to my nipples and you invite Tracey totake part. From time to time you pinch my nipple causing me to gasp ina combination of pleasure and pain, and you motion that Tracey should dothis too. She is very taken by the way I react so powerfully to thisstimulation and it is clear that she is rather enjoying having thisdegree of control over her aunt. I am very embarrassed to be displayingthis compliance, and the mixture of pain and pleasure but I know this iswhat you require of me so I close my eyes and pant softly.

I watch you smiling as Tracey continues to tease my nipples. She isstarting to realize that this is not about relaxing Aunt Angela. It isabout you and your plans for me, as you take advantage of my adorationfor you which will compel me to compromise myself so dreadfully withTracey. Tracey looks towards you for reassurance that she can continueto manipulate her Aunt.

You nod with a smile saying "Isn't she perfect, Tracey? Can you seewhat I like so much about her? Would you like to share the delight. Ican show you so much about your Aunt Angela that you never dreamt of."

This is new to Tracey but she is enjoying the power she has as mynipples respond to her teasing and pinching. "Do you like what I'mdoing, Aunt Angela?" she asks. It is not clear whether the question isjust to get reassurance that she is not going to be in fearful trouble,or whether she is mocking me.

I cannot stop myself replying in a way that I fully know will change mylife forever. "Oh Tracey, yes, oh please, my tits need you, I needyou". Now why did I say "tits" rather than "nipples"? Am I sinkinglower and lower becoming no better than a needy little slut, craving theattention of my Faye and my Tracey?

I can see Tracey's eyes narrowing. I think it is occurring to her howmuch power she could have over me - the first adult in her life who willdefer always to her.

Nevertheless I do see that she is confused because she turns to you witha questioning look. "Does Aunt Angela really mean this, Faye? What ifI want to have some fun with her at her expense? Would you be upset,because you seem to be her friend?".

Your answer to her is complex as you lay out the scenario for her. "Angela is my little pet. Yes I am fond of her, because her fertilelittle mind gives me pleasure, and I have patiently trained her to beobedient. Angela knows that I like to see her being abused by a younggirl - you Tracey, for I long ago told Angela that I would be giving herto you for you to abuse if you like. She will take it with hardly anycomplaint because she knows it pleases me. I have been conditioning herto come under your spell. So while she will remain my little pet, shewill also fall hard for you, and in her little head there will be thesetwo people who she is desperately in love with. For myself, I use thatdevotion to entertain myself. But you can, if it entertains you, bemore cruel. In fact, it would please and excite me to see you useAngela to learn how to be the dominant woman I already see the seedsof."

As I listen to your explaining all this to Tracey my heart is sick withdesire, shame, and confusion - but by the flooding in my pussy I knowthat I am bound to accept my fate.

You leave the room. I don't know for how long or whether you aresecretly watching but Tracey's sweet pink tongue is licking her lips. Iwatch her fearfully, fascinated by her youthful beauty, envious of herfirm body (so lithe compared to my bloated pregnant self), wishing Icould make her love me, but sick with apprehension at the power she nowknows she has.

She eyes me coolly. "Do you think I am beautiful, Aunt Angela?" sheasks softly and her long hair brushes playfully on my erect nipples - isthat intentional? is she teasing me?

"Oh Tracey, you are so perfect, so wonderful" I answer and her lipcurls at my pathetic adoration for her.

"But you shouldn't be having those naughty thoughts, should you Auntie"she continues "not a grown woman pregnant with her husband-to-be's baby. No, you shouldn't be in love with your young niece. That's wrong,isn't it?". Her words are reasonable but her tone is contemptuous andmy soul is shriveling. I so want Tracey to return my love. I would doanything for her - because I know it would also please Faye. But I cansee that she is intent only on toying with me, teasing and tempting me,and never yielding herself. Oh what could I do to make her relent? What could do I do to win her love? Will I now spend every day in theagony of longing for my sweet niece while knowing that she takes noticeof me only to mock my devotion?

As I look at Tracey's perfect young face I can imagine her thoughts. She is just coming into her womanhood and, as yet, has no sexualexperience beyond what her own fingers will have taught her aboutherself. She sees me as a little toy on which to experiment, to learnhow to use erotic stimulation to get her own way. So I am not surprisedwhen I see her fingers playing with the elastic of my panties, slippingbeneath the fabric to reach the moist heart of my longings. I am notsurprised by the cruel smile that spreads across her face at my gasp ofpleasure, nor at the wider smile as I moan my disappointment when shewithdraws her finger.

"So that's the way of it, Auntie" she says softly"you want it don't you? You'll beg for my finger won't you? Oh, Ithink you will beg and beg." And with a little laugh she folds herhands coyly into her lap.

I look at her pleadingly. "Tracey, please, please, I need..." and my voice tails off.

Tracey laughs. "You need what exactly, Auntie" she asks coldly.

What can I say? I am lost now and cannot stop my descent into shameful submission. "I need you to...touch...me, Tracey, please, please".

"Where shall I touch you?" asks Tracey, eyes wide with mock innocence.

"on my...pussy...please, oh please".

Tracey laughs again and her young head tosses her silky hair so that itglistens in the morning sunshine. "Dirty sluts don't have pussies,Auntie, do they? What do they have? You tell me."

With a barely audible whisper I answer "They have cunts, Tracey".

Tracey continues mercilessly "What did you say, Auntie? Do speak up. Tell me again what you want".

I swallow in shame. "Dirty sluts have cunts, Tracey. Please, please touch my dirty cunt."

Tracey again extends her finger. She slips it into my panties and begins lightly playing with the lips ofmy ... cunt. Yes, I am now so degraded that I have to think that word,accept that word. My cunt belongs to Faye now, and through Faye itbelongs to Tracey. As she fondles Tracey is whispering. "Naughty dirtyAuntie, naughty dirty dyke, Tracey's little love slave. Oh Auntie I amgoing to enjoy degrading you so much. In a few days your head will beso full of me, your heart so full of longing, that you will do anythingI want. Shall I ruin you, Aunt Angela? Shall I tear down your perfectlittle life?".

I cannot respond because tears of humiliation mixed withthrobs of desire are racking my pregnant body. Just before I explodeinto the strongest climax I have ever had, Tracey's finger withdraws andwith another mocking laugh she rises and leaves. I am left sobbing withfrustrated desire and wretchedness.

But then I look up and there is myFaye smiling kindly down at me. "My little pet" she whisperssoothingly. "I saw it all. You did so well. You pleased me so much,you gave me what I wanted. You are my good obedient girl and I cherishyou for that. Now come into my arms and I shall finish what Traceystarted."

I sink into my lover's arms, allow her skillful fingersaccess to my erotic fount, and she gently and lovingly strokes mysensitive nub. As I cum hard in a delicious climax I whisper her name"Faye, my Faye". I know that many humiliations lie ahead of me as Iyield to Tracey. But I know this is for Faye. It is what she wants andI will not fail her. I am hers until the end of time.