This story I'm hoping will be hot. It's makeing me that way for sure. But then I know all the things I have planned for our little rich girl. In one week she wil be taught well, will learn fully what it means to be submissive. Enjoy the story. Diane
I'm rich. Honest simple terms. My dad is one of the wealthiest men in America. I'm his only daughter, his only child and he adores me. It's just the two of us, my mom died when I was nine..
I'm not a party girl. I'm in college. I don't sleep around, no drugs or drunken adventures. Just a simple girl who is very, very rich.
I've know since high school that boys don't interest me. I like them as friends. I even find some of them handsome. Just like boys teen girls devour magazines of naked men oohing and aaahing over their muscles and what's between their legs. I'd look at the pictures and see nothing I wanted to touch or have touch me. Honestly the sight of a naked man with his hard penis pointed at me makes me want to run away or laugh. I guess that decides it, I'm not into guys.
I did find by accident that the sight of a woman's body melts my insides. Deep desires that smolder inside me flame into a burning need. I found a playboy magazine in the office of my English teacher. I was supposed to meet with him about an assignment due in class. He was late. Bored, I began browsing through the books in his bookcase. I noticed a magazine peaking out from behind several books. I pulled it free and couldn't believe my eyes. Before I knew it, I was turning the pages. I wasn't reading it for the articles I was memorizing the shapes and curves of each beautiful woman. My teacher never showed up but I took his magazine with me when I left.
That night in my room I drank in the beauty of each pictured woman. A need to touch each beautiful breast, to taste each swollen nipple sent spasms clenching through my stomach. The hunger was so strong I pressed my lips to pictures and imagined the warm hard nipple pressed back against my lips.
My mouth watered at the sumptuousness of pink silken lips glistening with dew. Drops of dew an invitation to explore the treasure buried inside the glistening entrance. Pink nubs swollen wet and glistening thrust proud and aching past parted lips.
My mouth wasn't the only thing watering. Like a tidal wave moisture gushed through my pussy. I could feel it soaking my panties. I explored my tender nipples. Each was hard and straining against the silk of my nightgown. I pinched one between my thumb and finger. Then squeezed it hard as I pulled and twisted it back and forth. Lightning bolts of pleasure shot through me. A raging need exploded between my legs. I wanted so desperately to suckle and be suckled. I squeezed my nipple harder then gasped as I let it go and found the other. I mirrored my actions with my other nipple but I wanted, needed more. Bunching my nightgown I slid my hand up and cupped my exposed breast. The weight and warmth sent tingles through me. My nipple puckered harder. I teased the tip with my finger then held it captive while I scraped my fingernail across it. I gasped and panted as raw sensation engulfed my engorged nipple. Breathlessly I cupped my other breast with my other hand. My fingers circled the nipple and instantly I set a rhythm.
Both nipples throbbed in harmony as squeezed and pinched them. They'd sting and swell when I released them. Then I'd scrape my fingernail over them. I arched my back thrusting my breasts forward into the burning torment. I'd discovered something so beautiful and wonderful.
The glistening beauty centered between the spread legs of the women pictured in the magazines...it's difficult to find words. Sensual splendor. Hues of radiant pink, glistening and parted in offering and invitation. I craved the feel and taste of each woman on my tongue. I imagined closing my mouth over each swollen clit and stroking it with my tongue. I was so hungry I ached.
I pressed my hand against the crotch of my panties and cupped my pounding pussy. I felt the need pounding through me. It mixed with the beat of my pulse sending waves of need, desire, desperation through my body.
I slid the tips of my fingers over the warm fabric of my panties. I was shocked at how wet they were. My pussy tingled, swelling at my touch. I teased across my lips up to my clit. My hips bucked shoving my clit against my fingers each time I slid them over it.
I focused my thoughts and my gaze on the beautiful lady with silky brown hair. I slid my panties down to my ankles and parted my legs. I reclined against the pillows so I could reach between my legs but drink in the sensuousness of the woman in the magazine.
My hand slid once more to my pussy. It felt hot and steamy. Wetness engulfed my finger as I slid it across the entrance into my canal. I fought the overwhelming need to plunge it deep inside I wanted to tease and torment. I was imagining that it was the woman's pussy I was pleasuring. I imagined her pussy filling my mouth, her sexy smile my gift for pleasing her well.
I stroked the lips of my pussy and slid my eyes over her lips, a caress mirrored. My finger became my tongue as I licked and tasted her swollen lips. I brought my wet finger to my lips and tasted. Tangy sweet flavor exploded into my mouth. I sucked my finger inside and licked it clean.
Both hands cupped each side of my pussy. I spread it wide. Cool air caressed me. I throbbed painfully. Giving no warning, I plunged the middle finger of each hand deep into my depths. My virgin pussy stretched around my fingers squeezing them tight. The milking throbbing waves pulsing through me centered into my hard clit. I tested it with my thumb. So hard, so wet and sensitive, one brush of my thumb and I was fighting not to cum. I waited letting the intensity of having my pussy filled by my fingers ease.
Slowly I began stroking my thumb across my sensitive clit. One stroke then I'd wait for the clenching to ease, then I'd stroke it again. My fingers pressed deeper into my spasming pussy. Cream leaked past them giving lubrication for my thumb.
One stroke, two then wait for the clenching to east. One stroke then another, my clit jerked and throbbed against my touch. Another caress, another stroke, my clit swells begging for more. I want to pull my finger from my pussy and rub my clit hard and fast with sure strokes that will send me crashing into release. But I deny myself. My fingers remain clenched inside my pussy and my thumb attends my clit.
Gallons and gallons of cum are bubbling towards the surface. My clit is swelling into a pinnacle of light. Each stroke of my thumb ignites the intensity. Deep inside my pussy it builds, spreading, engulfing, consuming. My pussy constricts encasing my fingers in warm creamy heaven. Cum gushing, spilling from my pussy. I cry out. My clit bursts into shards of light each one a point of ecstasy. I rub my thumb back and forth milking each drop, releasing each shard, drawing utter release.
I lay panting, exhausted. I'm startled that I'd found such intensity, such pleasure. Startled that it came with the thought of another woman. I still felt captivated by the beauty I'd seen in the pages of my English teachers magazine. I turn the reality that I was attracted to woman around and around in my head.
My aching body didn't help it the debate. Nor the fact that during the night I devoured each page each photograph, and that I flooded my pussy in orgasm for each beautiful woman.
Chapter 2
I've never touched or been touched sexually by anyone male or female. Though there's been a few time when I wanted to. I never did though, my father is well known and I would never do anything to hurt him in any way.
About six months ago some of my friends and I were at an art gallery checking out a new artist. In conversation while we browsed one of my friends mentioned that she'd heard about a new massage therapist who was doing wonders for women with stress. She mentioned the name, I was surprised to hear she was a woman since she specialized in only women.
I put it out of my mind but her name came up several times over the next few weeks. I'm curious by nature and since I'm interested in new natural healing methods I decided to investigate.
I called her office and made an appointment. I was struck first by how cute and sexy she was, then by how knowledgeable and professional she appeared. She explained that simple relaxation was in itself a healing process. Not a vacation to the Bahamas but true deep relaxation. She showed me around her clinic. The usual sauna, hot tub, candles, soothing music. Then she showed me a massage center. It wasn't a wooden or metal table with paper sheets. It was a bamboo mat laid across a foam covered pedestal in the center of a shallow pool of water. She explained that the feel of her hands massaging mixed with the caress of the water lapping the woman's body created a world of tranquility and peace. I wasn't too sure about it but promised I'd give it a try. She also led me to a conventional massage alcove. Her center was an open space with each phase of the treatment set aside in it's own allotted space. Done incredibly tasteful as well as beautiful.
I thanked her for sparing the time to show me her treatment center. I was hesitant to make an appointment though, I left with a promise to think about it and possibly get back to her in a few days. She stopped me as I turned towards the door. Her hand gently resting on my arm. "By the way, my name is Debby" She said. Her smile touched a flame buried deep inside me, brining a sputtering desire into dancing flames.
I virtually ran out the door. I'd been so careful, so controlled. No one knew the turmoil raging inside me. The last thing I needed was something or someone preoccupying my thoughts. Especially when that someone was a cute perky brunet with chocolate eyes and a smile that made my insides quiver. Someone who set fire to the well of frustration and need pulsing though my body.
I spent the next week distracted, in a haze. I couldn't focus because my mind and body yearned for someone I could never have. I repeated over and over in my head how much I loved my father, how important to me he is and how I'd do nothing to hurt or embarrass him.
I tried as hard as I could but it didn't work. At night, every night I gave in. My hands kneaded my breast, fingers squeezing nipples I gasped and begged. My cream covered fingers stroked my clit and spread the inner walls of my pussy as I plunged them over and over deep into my pussy. Only at night alone in my bed could I embrace the burning I felt for Debbie's touch.
A little more than a week had passed since I'd stepped into Debbie's clinic. Eight days filled with nothing but thoughts of her touch, thoughts of her breasts filling my hands. Thoughts of her soft lips their taste on my tongue.
I convinced myself that I would call and make an appointment. That somehow just the touch of her hands kneading aching muscles would be enough. There was no way she'd know of my attraction for her.
She answered and the sound of her voice was like a cool wave over my burning flesh. She greeted my introduction with enthusiasm and welcome. I made an appointment for later that same afternoon. My hand shook as I hung up the phone. I was breathing hard, shallow quick breaths. I knew I had to get some measure of control if I didn't want to look like an idiot this afternoon.
I headed for the shower. Deep cleansing breaths. I slid my fingers through my long golden hair. Vanilla scented soap lathered in my hands. I gasped as if shocked as I slid warm lather over my stomach. Warm sensation tingled and puckered my nipples and the dark circles framing them. They hardened painfully, aching throbbing peaks jutting from each breast. I closed my eyes embracing the pleasure as I squeezed and twisted both glistening nipples.
I spread my legs eager and pleading for the touch of my hands. Sliding my palms down my stomach I scooped up more bubbles. Slowly my slick fingers leading the way I caressed. My hips tilted forward, the tips of my fingers grazed the edges of my mound. My palms smoothing over the inside of my thighs.
I held my left hand pressed against the inside of my thigh. I turned my right hand and cupped my burning pussy. I pressed the heel hard against my pulsing clit. I ached so intently. I grasped for control but it was too late. My fingers pressed past my slick swollen lips. My legs spread wide my knees parting I shoved two fingers deep and hard slamming them inside me. My palm smashed my clit. I rocked my hips and rotated my palm back and forth across my clit.
Rich hot cum built deep inside my pussy. I panted, moaning as it built hot and thick inside me. Bursts of stinging pleasure shot deep inside me. The first wave of cum gush over my fingers, the walls of my pussy thickening and milking. I sank down pressing my back against the wall of the shower. I spread my knees wide. The spray of the shower dots of flame across my swollen pussy. My left fingers, three of them shoved deep inside, replacing my right. I slid my right hand higher my fingers embracing my clit. Furious intent strokes, I rubbed my swollen clit back and forth smashing it under my fingers.
I panted crying out moans of rich pure pleasure declaring my rapture. Pulsing cum flooded over my fingers. I stroked my clit refusing to stop after the intense waves had subsided. Little sparks of pleasure mixed with pain but I continued to rub. I moaned, the sensation too intense my clit too sensitive. I cupped the insides of my thighs my thumbs spreading my lips. I tilted my pussy exposing it fully, offering it openly to the stinging caress of the water falling from above.
My heart raced as I dressed for my appointment. I felt frenzied and out of breath as I walked inside the door to the clinic. I gasped calming breaths as I waited for Debby to come to the front waiting room.
Like a warm breeze she was suddenly there greeting me with a smile, leading me into her world.
The scent of cinnamon teased lightly through the air as she led me into a sitting room. A comfortable sofa and two chairs graced the room. Debby led me to the sofa and we sat facing each other. I was tense and frightened, I know it showed but I couldn't make myself relax.
Debbie began asking questions. Without meaning to I found myself telling her things I never imagined I would tell anyone. Somehow I shared with her the feeling of loss at not having a mother. My jealousy of friends at having both parents. I was shocked as I began telling her of the magazine I'd found in my English teacher's office. I blurted out the way I'd felt and the things I'd done.
Through it all Debbie smiled reassuringly, occasionally asking questions and holding my hand. Finally I ran out of words. Though I hadn't told her about my desire for her. I had some sanity left.
"I am so happy you feel comfortable enough that you could share your feelings with me" Debby said. "I can feel that you're more relaxed. The bond of trust offers a depth of freedom that isn't found easily and should never be taken for granted." Then she asked me one more set of questions. "During this past week you've masturbated? I admitted that I had. "How may times?" "Once or twice," I murmured. My eyes found hers. "Every day, sometimes more than once," "Did you masturbate while thinking of me?"
I froze. Every time I'd cum it had been with thoughts and pictures of her filling my mind. But how could I admit to something like that to her? I couldn't force the words into my mouth let alone say them our loud.
Debby turned my hand palm up and held it while she caressed it with her thumb. "I'm not asking this as a way of embarrassment. I'm asking this so I know how to help you. So I'll know how to serve you."
The word serve jumped out huge and loud. I imagined. All the ways I'd imagined serving her filled my mind. I dropped my gaze to our hands. The caress of her thumb across my palm radiated through me. Warm soothing comfort, rich creamy desire. "Yes" I whispered anticipating her repulsion. "How many times?" she asked. "Every time." I sighed.
At her urging I began telling her of the intensity of my need to masturbate that past week. I shared with her how and when. Then came my thoughts and feelings.
"In every event you express a submissive role." She began. "You crave the need to be dominated."
I was shocked and surprised. I knew I'd always imagined being the one required to submit but I hadn't thought anything about it. I took it as a normal desire. But now that Debby had voiced it I realized the truth. I still didn't understand the meaning though. I just thought it was normal for one partner to desire the pleasure of the other.
I voiced my confusion to Debby. She began explaining to me the pleasures of dominance and the need for submission. As she spoke a desperate need, buried deep inside opened as if exposing it's self fully into the light. I realized, understanding and accepting the feelings I felt.
"Now." Debby said. "Now you're ready for me to open your hidden self. Your true self."
She pulled me up so we stood facing each other. "From this second forward, you are my slave. You will do only what I give you permission to do and you will only speak if I ask you to. When I do you will only call me Mistress nothing else. If you are very good I will only punish you lightly but if you displease me in anyway your punishment will be intense and guaranteed to bring you into quick submission. Do you understand?
"I don't understand" I began. The sting of her hand on my cheek shocking me into quiet.
"Your answer is "yes Mistress."
I nodded my head, tears stinging my eyes. "Yes mistress." I whispered.
"Good girl." She shushed my cries and brushed away my tears. Her hands cupped my face. Her warm lips caressed mine. The silken wet desire I'd felt earlier while we'd talked pooled between my legs engorging my clit and soaking my lips. A wave of desire, longing, submission filled me. I opened to her touch, her dominance, I gave myself away and became her slave.
She parted my lips with her tongue. I gasped drawing her deep into me exposing my submission. She plunged her tongue into my mouth and stroked my tongue. I melted into her, meeting her thrusts and stroking her in response. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth and held it captive while she sucked it licking and milking.
She released me and stepped back. I opened my eyes. Her lips glistened holding my attention.
"I want you for one week. You'll be with me every minute. I'm going to train you and by the time you go home you'll belong totally to me. Now undress!"
I hesitated. I couldn't help it. I was frightened, everything was alien. I didn't know how to be a slave not yet anyway.
My fingers shook as I slid the buttons free on my blouse. I trembled in response to the caress of silk sliding off my shoulders and down my arms. My bra followed. My nipples puckered forming tight sensitive peaks gracing the curve of my breasts. Debby just stood and watched as I stepped out of my shoes. My hands found the button at the waist of my jeans. The rasp of the zipper filled the air. I wiggled my hips, slipping the tight fitting jeans off my hips and over my thighs. I released them with my hands and let them slide down my legs on their own. One foot at a time I stepped from the warm pool of denim. I hesitate once more. Standing in only a white lace pair of panties a wave of embarrassment swept over me. My face burned heat engulfed my neck, my breasts. Debby waited, watching me a sexy smile lighting her face. A new wave of intent stirred me into action. I felt intense desire, intense need, unwavering submission for this beautiful woman. I wanted to trust her, decided to trust. My thumbs slid into the waist of my panties. I slid them off my hips. The soft lace and my fingers caressed me. I was dying of embarrassment, in seconds my pussy would be exposed. My naked pussy. Grasping a thread of resolve I slid the panties if one fluid move over my mound down my thighs then stepped free.
I stood facing my mistress. I desperately wanted to cover my breasts with one hand and shield my pussy with the other.
"I like that you shave you pussy." Debby said. "Tell me honestly, why do you keep it shaved?
I whispered, "I like the way it feels."
"I like the way it feels too." Debby whispered. She'd stepped close to me and slid her fingers over my lips. Her hands were cool against my burning flesh. It felt like heaven to have her touch me. I wanted more.
I moaned. She teased my swollen lips with her finger tips. I was slick and wet. Moist desire leaking from inside my pussy. Her fingers slid easily through my juices skimming across the opening to my pussy and across my hard clit. I bucked against her hand seeking the friction I needed.
She slid her fingers to the pool of juices puddled just inside my opening. Two fingers slid through the pool scooping my essence. She raised her fingers to my mouth and spread creamy liquid across my bottom lip. "Open your mouth and taste your sweet pussy." She instructed. The tip of my tongue slid forward and grazed across the surface.
Tangy rich flavor filled my mouth. Debby slid her fingers into my mouth. "Lick them, suck the flavor of your pussy from my fingers." My clit pulsed clenching in agony, the sweet juices of my pussy filling my mouth sending erotic sensations straight to the swollen clit between my legs.
I licked and sucked her fingers searching for each drop of my essence. I whimpered in protest as Debby slid her fingers from my mouth.
"You're a good little girl. You crave the taste of pussy like a true slave. I'm going to gladly fill you sexy mouth with juices and enjoy your begs for more."
I followed Becky, naked and scared as she led me into a room she hadn't showed me last time. In the center of the room was a padded bench. She led me to it and instructed me to kneel across it. She came around to the front and placed each hand in bindings. Only my stomach rested on the bench, my breasts hung free. She reached for one and pinched the nipple hard. I cried out in pain. I wiggled in protest. Fear motivating me into action. I wiggled and pulled trying to get away. Debby secured one leg then the other. From the waist on I was exposed. My thighs and calves secured. My legs spread on either side of me.
I sobbed, shivering, scared. Debby stepped into view. "The first thing you need to know is that you are totally helpless and dependant on me. Your body is mine, my toy, my pleasure." I cried begging her to stop to come back and release me. Instead she left the room. The minutes pulsed through me. Each aching, trembling stinging.
I'd relaxed into an uneasy exhaustion. Debby's hand sliding up the inside of my thigh woke me.
"I think now you're beginning to understand." I waited tense, hoping she'd release me. Instead searing burning pain spread across one cheek followed quickly by the other. I'd never had a spanking as a child, never. The stinging explosion of the paddle seared both cheeks this time. I begged in heaving sobs, pleading for mercy, pleading for release.
"I want you to beg me to spank you. Beg me like a slave."
Another hard smack across both cheeks sent me screaming. "Please! Please spank me! I wailed. But instead of stopping another set of strokes sent the paddle searing across my ass.
"You have to beg like a good little slave. Beg me because you want me to spank you and mean it."
I couldn't catch my breath. I was crying so hard gasping words of beseeching. Ever minute I'd gain a breath, every minute a stinging smack enflamed my bottom. Becky's fingers slid over my pussy. They came away soaked. "In your head you scream defiance, in your pussy you gush with need."
I jerked as her hand spanked my pussy. My swollen clit crushed by the stinging blow. My pussy clenched around the two fingers she shoved inside me. I cried and moaned gasping in surprise. She withdrew her fingers and spanked my pussy again. Again she plunged her fingers deep inside me. This time she pumped them in then out stroking my walls. Her fingers withdrew, another stinging swat. My clit pounded, hard and desperate. I ached higher and higher my pussy tightening towards orgasm. Debby felt my pussy clench around her finger. I knew I was milking them but the intense reaction of her spanking my ass and now my pussy was undeniable.
I arched my pussy begging for her touch. The stinging of my ass, the stinging of my pussy intensifying the depth of need engulfing me. I ached to come. My pussy so ready it quaked on the very edge. The slap of Debbie's hand the stroking of her fingers holding me captive, denying me release.
"Beg me know little one. Beg me to make you cum. Show me that you're my little slave."
My pussy clenched painfully. Her words vibrated through me swelling my engorged clit. "Please! Please make me cum!" I cried
"You don't cry like a pussy in need you whine like fish wife appeasing her husband. Now beg me to let your pussy explode! Beg me to fuck you, to use you. Beg to be my slave!"
"Please mistress! Please make me your slave! Please! Please use my pussy as your toy. Please mistress, please fuck me! I screamed
Her hand connected in another slap across my swollen wet pussy. Two fingers grasped my clit and pulled it stroking it up and down. Wet and slick with my juices she stroked them across my sensitive clit. My pussy ached, clenching around nothing I needed to milk and suck with the walls of my pussy. Her slick fingers stroked me hard and fast. Sure strong fingers take me into a consuming orgasm. I screamed, my clit swelled under her fingers. My pussy explodes, shatters, flooded waves of gushing cum soak my pussy spilling past the entrance and soaking Debby's hand.
I collaps, exhausted, spent. Debby walks out of the room.
Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards....Robert Heinlein