Copyright © 2020 by, Tara Cummings
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Table of Contents
Taken by Mistress Lilly
Her New Lesbian Pet
Domina’s Lesbian Dungeon
First Time Lesbian
Punishing Her Lesbian Boss
The Interview
Taken by Mistress Lilly
Chapter 1
I stab my fork into my last ravioli and chomp down onto it in frustration. My best friend Rachel takes another sip of her wine and looks at me with genuine concern on her face.
“I don’t know what the problem is. I’ve picked up several guys in the last couple months and nothing seems to fix my problem.” I’ve spent the last hour complaining to Rachel about my sex life. Actually, about my life in general. I too stubborn to admit that its depression, but deep down I know its at least depression’s second cousin.
By all accounts I have no reason to be depressed. I’m thirty-nine-year-old single woman and I’ve already made partner at one of the most prestigious advertising agencies in the city. I have everything life could offer. I always had a never-ending need to chase the next best thing, and somehow I always managed to catch it. But now, things were different. Despite how many first-class meals I bought or vacations I went on I still had that cloud hovering over my head. It all just felt so…dull.
“Maybe I should have gotten married like you.” I laugh and nod toward Rachel. She laughs along with me and starts to shake her head.
“Come on now, Kate. You know you were never one for marriage. You’ve always been go, go, go! No husband would be able to keep up with you.”
I laugh, grabbing my own glass of wine and nearly finishing it in one gulp. “This is true.” I say before falling silent to think for a second. “Shit, do you think I’m finally slowing down?” I say with a shocked look. For the first time in my life, the thought of getting older felt all too real.
Rachel just laughs at me. “No dear. I don’t think you’re slowing down yet. I think you’re just in a rut.”
I nod my head in agreement even though I can’t tell if she’s being honest or just telling me what I want to hear. She was right about the marriage. I avoided it like the plague. It was never going to be right for me. Marriage would tie me down too much. Plus I ran into that all too common paradox women like me get trapped in—every man I find attractive is just as stubborn as I am. If he wasn’t just as strong headed as me, I’d get bored with him by the second date.
“You’re the most successful women I know. Hell, you’re the most successful person I know.” Rachel says as she looks me dead in the eye. She always give me that look when she’s ready to get serious. “You have every material thing you’d ever want, and we both know marriage would never make you happy.”
“Yea.” I nod, waiting for her to keep going.
Rachel’s face turns up with a worried look. “Can I get personal?”
I laugh. “When have you ever stopped at getting personal with me before?”
“True!” Rachel curls her finger away from the wine glass to point at me and laugh. There’s what feels like an hour of silence before I have to encourage her to say what’s on her mind.
“Well, what is it?”
“You’ve mentioned sex multiple times in the last hour.”
“Have I?”
“Yep.”
I think for a second and realize she’s right. “Okay? What’s that mean psychiatrist Rachel?” We both laugh as she shakes her head.
“It doesn’t take a psychiatrist to realize you’re not getting satisfaction in some way.”
“I mean, the men I’ve been with these last couple months are pretty fucking hot.”
“I believe you.”
“So, what is it then?”
“They’re men.”
My face drops and my eyebrows arch up my forehead. Still, I can’t help but smirk at the suggestion Rachel is making.
“I remember you back in college. You slept with just as many women as men.” Rachel starts to giggle. “I’m surprised you didn’t try to sleep with me.”
I throw my hands up in protest. “Hey now! I wasn’t that bad!”
“Yes, you were!”
“Maybe if you weren’t engaged to David I would have tried.” I joke, gulping down the last bit of my wine.
Rachel just shakes her head. We’ve known each other for years and is well aware of my dirty sense of humor.
“Still, when was the last time you had sex with a woman?”
“Shit, you weren’t lying with it getting personal.” I chuckle before giving what she’s saying some thought. “A couple years after college. It was this sexy little intern. I could tell she was curious about the world.” We both laugh.
“That was forever ago!” Rachel says, holding her hand up like she’s presenting the answer to me.
“Yea, so?”
“Maybe you’re tired of dick. You need something different.”
“You’re crazy.” I laugh, waving her suggestion away.
“Really though. Here, let me give you a suggestion.” Rachel pulls a pen out of her purse and grabs one of the cocktail napkins on the table. She scribbles something on it and pushes the napkin across the table. “It’s some high-class escort my boss goes to.”
“Isn’t your boss a woman?”
“Yes, this escort specializes in women.” Rachel winks at me. “I probably would have gone already if I wasn’t married and I was, you know, into that sort of thing.” She laughs.
I take the napkin and look at the name and website she scrawled on it: Mistress Lilly
I run my thumb over the writing and thought for a moment.
As funny as it was to think I’m just tired of men. Maybe Rachel was right.
Perhaps I needed something different.
Chapter 2
I grab the knocker on the door and tap it three times. I make the taps light, almost like I’m afraid the door will be answered. Ever since I booked the appointment with Mistress Lilly, I’ve been on edge all week. A minute goes by before the door opens.
The first thing I see is long legs with red stilettos on her feet. A form fitting leather skirt hugs her waist, revealing the perfect amount of thigh. The corset she has on pushes her tits up and out like some kind of Victorian prostitute. But the moment my eyes lock with hers, my heart lurches. She has high, defined cheekbones with a devilish smile. Her pouty, red lips scream sex and her sky-blue eyes stare at me with the fire and lust. I can tell—this woman is a predator and she shakes even me to my core.
I gulp against a nervous, dry throat.
“You must be Kate?” She asks. Her voice is just as smooth and silky as her creamy skin.
My first words get knotted in my throat, but after giving a meager cough, I manage to speak. “Yes.”
She snaps her fingers and I jump. “In here, now.”
I slowly step out of the hallway and into her high-rise condo. I look around to see a chic leather couch and a fireplace going off in the living room. The entire place is sleek and modern. It looks straight out of a magazine. I wonder if this is her place, or if she just uses it for work. I imagine she wouldn’t want her clientele knowing where she lived. A fake condo would be appropriate for her line of work.
The front door sounds like it sl
ams shut behind me. I nearly jump out of my skin. My sudden reaction earns a chuckle from Mistress Lilly as she steps up behind me. Her fingertips lightly graze over my hip as she walks past. A shiver races up the back of my neck. She spins on her heels to turn and face me like she’s on a runway in a fashion show.
She looks me up and down before waving her finger toward me. “Time to start taking things off. First, your coat.”
I take my coat off and toss it on the back of the leather couch. The sudden nakedness of my arms makes me shiver; not from the cold, but from her eyes raking across me. It occurs to me that I didn’t even question her orders. I’ve been doing exactly what she says, when she says it. I’m normally resistant to anyone else being in charge, but it feels like I’m already caught up in her web of seduction.
Mistress Lilly starts sauntering around me, looking me up and down as she does. Her high heels click on the marble floor as she walks. “You are much sexier than my other clients. I’m going to have so much fun with you, Kate.” She smirks as she reaches up and brushes her finger down my naked arm. More tingles trickle down my back as she does. As she walks around my backside, she grabs ahold of my ass in a firm grasp. A jolt rushes through me before settling between my thighs in a warm ache. Finally, she completely walks around me and stops only inches from my face.
“I bet you’ve been thinking about me all week, haven’t you?” Her red lips curl up in a knowing smile.
“Yes.” Somehow I managed to speak in a confident tone.
Her finger reaches up and plants itself right on my lips. I don’t bother moving away. Her eyes have me locked in place like a hypnotist.
“I’m going to teach you how things are done with me. It’s ‘Yes, Mistress Lilly.’”
At work, I’m always the one correcting others. So when she corrects me it’s a shock to my system, but there’s something about it that makes that warm tingle between my legs grow.
“Yes, Mistress Lilly.” As soon as the words leave my mouth my heart starts to throb.
Her hand slips down my stomach and lands right on my pussy. She presses against my slacks, hard and firm. “That’s a good girl.” Then she starts to strut over to a love seat in the living room. “We’re going to try something.”
She sits down and breathes in nice and slow. I stand there not knowing what to do. Even though she’s across the room now, it still feels like her palm is pressed firmly against my pussy. Knowing she had just touched me there makes my knees feel weak. She slowly crosses one leg over the other, putting her toned legs on full display. Her eyes pierce through me from across the room. It feels like she’s dragging this moment out to build the tension in the room.
It’s working.
“Take your clothes off.” She says, finally breaking the silence. Her red lips curl up into a smile as I start to get undressed. I toss my slacks and blouse on top of my coat and stand there only in my bra and panties.
“You like the gym, don’t you Kate?” She asks as her eyes rake up and down my body. She’s clearly impressed with me.
“Yes, Mistress Lilly.”
Her smile grows a little bigger now that I’ve learned to refer to her title. Then she snaps her fingers and points to the floor. “All of your clothes.”
I gulp and hook my thumbs around my panties before pulling them down my legs. The moment I feel the silky material peel away from my wet pussy, a shiver races down my legs. All it does is remind me just how turned on she’s made me. I reach around my back, unhook my bra, and let it drop to the floor. I watch as her ruby red lips curl up even higher.
“With a body like yours, I bet you love fucking any man or woman you want?” She stares at me deadpan before I realize she actually wanted an answer to that question.
“Yes, Mistress Lilly.”
“They’re all sluts, aren’t they?” She speaks with venom on the tip of her tongue. It makes my heart pound like thunder.
“Yes, Mistress Lilly.” I’ve managed to remain confident until now. My words leave my mouth with a little tremble in my voice. Fuck. I can’t believe I’m not keeping it together. Its as if she has my whole body under some kind of spell. It makes my entire body shake with nervous excitement.
“Say they are all sluts.”
“They’re all sluts.” I repeat her words, staring at her from across the room. The cool air has already made my nipples hard and my pussy still has that warm ache. I just want to reach down and touch myself, but there’s no way I’d do that. I could only imagine what Mistress Lilly would do to me if I touched myself without permission.
“But there’s only one slut here tonight.” She smiles at me and winks. “Do you know who the slut here is?”
My eyes naturally fall to the ground in submission. “Yes, Mistress Lilly.”
“Who?” Her voice booms across the room, making me jump.
My heart is beating so fast I can feel my pulse in my temples. “Me, Mistress Lilly.”
“That is right, Kate. You are my little slut. Now say it.” She snaps her fingers and another jolt shoots through my body. When her fingers snap I snap into action.
“I’m your little slut.” Whatever confidence I had before I entered this room has completely left me now. She’s managed to break me in a matter of minutes.
I can already feel that insistent ache inside my pussy growing more intense. Mistress Lilly’s eyes slip downward, right between my thighs. She starts to giggle and laugh in a mocking tone. “I bet you’re just so very horny down there aren’t you my little slut?” The second I hear her call me a slut, my toes curl against the tile. It’s like a trigger word that shoots horny excitement throughout my body. I’ve never been degraded like this before, but something about it turns me on so fucking much. It feels good to just…give in.
I draw in a shaky breath before summoning the energy to speak. “Yes, Mistress Lilly.”
“Come over here, my little slut.” She barks, motioning with her finger for me to come over to her. Without thinking, I start to walk over to her. The marble floor is cold against the bottom of my bare feet. Her tongue slips across her lips as she watches my naked body timidly walk over to her. “I must admit, you do have a cute little pussy. Nice, shaved, and wet. I bet you love using that thing like the dirty slut you are.” She giggles mockingly. Then she starts to slip her tight leather skirt up over her hips. She lifts up off the couch for a moment to slip it over her ass.
I can hardly pay attention to her humiliating words because my eyes immediately fall down between her legs. She’s got a nice, shaved pussy and the moment I see it my heart lurches inside my chest.
Mistress Lilly tosses a pillow from the love seat onto the floor in front of her. Then she scoots to the end of the seat and leans back.
“On your knees, my little slut. You’re lucky I gave you a pillow to kneel on.” She points right at her wet pussy with a smile. “Let’s see how good of a slut you really are.”
I don’t question anything. My knees drop to the pillow and I inch a little closer as she spreads her legs wide open. That familiar scent of wet pussy tickles my nose. I haven’t smelt that since college. My whole body practically shakes with horny excitement.
“I bet you love eating pussy like a good little slut, don’t you?”
I look up from between her legs and make eye contact with her. “Yes, Mistress Lilly.”
“What are you waiting for? Get to work.” She giggles as she reaches down and pushes my head between her thighs.
Horny lust swirls throughout my body until it culminates inside my own pussy. My teeth nibble and bite along her thighs before my tongue reaches out for playful licks. Mistress Lilly shakes underneath me as my kisses land closer to her pussy. She falls back while my tongue explores her outer lips. I glide it over her pussy—tasting her with a groan of my own.
“Fuck! That’s a good little slut.” She pants, egging me on as she pats the top of my head like I’m her pet.
I slip over her pussy, tasting her musky wetness as she w
himpers and moans. Her legs jolt and shake every time my tongue reaches out and flicks across her sensitive spot. Every time I’ve ever eaten a woman out in the past was preparation for this moment. Making Mistress Lilly happy is the only thing that matters right now. I need her to like me. I’ve never felt like I needed to please somebody this much before.
My tongue brushes along the inside of her folds until I slip it over her clit.
“Fuck!” Her hips buck upward, forcing her pussy to press against my mouth. My eyes clench as I breathe in her horny scent. “Lick that pussy like a dog. That’s what you are to me, my little slut. Just a horny little dog following orders from her master.”
My tongue flicks across her faster. Her words seep into my mind and control me in the most humiliating way possible. My own pussy is so wet and achy that it takes all the self-control that I have not to reach down and start pleasuring myself. I wrap my hands around her legs and push my face harder against her. I reach up and push a finger inside of her.
“Yes! Just like that slut. Finger fuck me!” She pants, hands clamping behind my head as she rides my licking tongue with her bucking hips. My mouth circles around her clit. I flick across it. My heart is pounding so loud I can hear it in my ears. She tosses her legs over my shoulders and her thighs clasp against the sides of my face.
I keep going. Keep licking. Keep moaning.
My thrusting finger moves faster, and my tongue flattens and glides over her clit. Over and over again. I love it when I make her legs jolt around my face.
“Fuck! You’re going to make me come!” Mistress Lilly belts out, ass completely lifted off the couch as her hips hump against me like they have a mind of their own. “Make me come, my little slut.”
My tongue is getting tired from flicking so much, but I keep up the fast pace. I know I have her on the edge and I want to earn the orgasm from her. My fingers thrust inside of her, pressing on that perfect spot that makes her legs shake on my shoulders.
She tosses her head back and her hair whips against the back of the love seat. She groans as I look up from between her thighs. We lock eyes as her mouth falls open in pure pleasure. She’s not going to last much longer.
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