Dominating Lesbians Box Set
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“Yes, Domina.” I breathe out. I try to push my hips out toward her so I can feel more of her touch, but I can barely get a good grip of the floor with my toes. Her touch warms my skin as she firmly presses her palm against my pussy. I try my best to spread my legs. I want to drop my weight down and force more pressure from her hand, but the hook keeps me too elevated. It’s the perfect torture device for her to control my pleasure.
Her finger dips past my folds and presses inside of me. My eyes roll back as I let out a long moan.
“Still my slut, this isn’t how you get fucked. Not with my hands.” She leans in and presses her lips right to my ear. My entire world goes still as I listen to her. “Instead, you’re going to get fucked with a cock.”
My heart drops as she pulls away and walks back toward the shelving with the sex toys. It’s hard to make out what she’s doing, but I can’t tear my eyes away from her. Finally she saunters back into the light with a strap on cock in her hand.
“Please Domina, please fuck me…” I groan and try to thrust my hips out toward her. I can already feel my hips instinctively gyrating as I imagine her slipping it inside of me. She brings the dildo down to the crotch of her leather outfit and attaches it to herself. I hadn’t noticed before, but there was a special place right at the crotch for a strap on to be attached.
I wonder if she had been planning this all along.
“Okay slut, it’s time to get fucked.” She smirks at me as she steps forward. The cock bounces with each step she takes.
“Yes, please fuck me Domina.” I whimper as she gets closer to me.
She presses my back against the wall before scooping both my legs up off the ground in her arms. A shocked giggle skips out of me as I wrap my legs around her waist, supported by the hook above my head and the wall against my back. She reaches down, grabs the base of the cock, and aims it toward my pussy.
“That’s right, beg for this cock. Show me how much of a dirty whore you are.” Her words land against my chest. My head thuds back against the wall as she clamps her mouth around the tip of my breast.
“Please! Please Domina. I want to feel you inside me.” I’m willing to say anything and everything just to get her to fuck me already. I feel like a rabid animal tied up and chained. There’s a thousand emotions swirling inside of me and all of them culminate right between my legs.
With one thrust upward, the strap on cock pummels inside of me. My mouth falls open as a mangled breath fills my lungs with air. Domina pulls back and bucks her hips up again. My tits bounce and the chains clang against the wall. I try to roll my hips with her, but the handcuffs dig into my skin. I feel like my movement is completely limited.
She’s the one in charge. She controls my pleasure and pain.
Another groan and I grab ahold of the chains on the handcuffs. Her tongue dances and circles around my nipple before she sinks her teeth around it. My pussy grips at the cock. It goes deeper. Harder. Faster.
Domina’s hands clamp around my ass as she bounces me up and down on the long shaft. She pulls her mouth away from my breast with a wet pop and brings her mouth right up against my ear again.
Her words land hot against my skin until tingles trickle down the back of my neck. “From now on you aren’t my maid. You’re my Slut. You bend over when I say. You fuck when I say. You lick when I say. Is that clear?” Her hips thrust up and the cock goes deep into me. My pussy grips and milks its shaft. I’m so fucking close.
“Yes, Domina.”
“Are you a good slut?”
“Yes, Domina. I am your good slut.”
Her thrusting is faster now. My tits bounce wildly each time her hips smack against me. The chain clatters and clangs against the wall. Even though we are all the way down here, I half expect it to wake up the entire house.
“Are you my obedient slut?” Her teeth playfully bit my earlobe. The pleasure swirling throughout my entire body makes it hard for me to even breathe.
Somehow I find a way to speak. “Yes, I’m…your obedient…slut.” The cock pumps up into me.
“Then come for your Domina, slut.”
Seemingly on command, my entire body succumbs. The pleasure boiling up inside my pussy explodes around the strap-on. I whither and shake so hard the chain clatters almost as loud as my groans. My whole-body tenses and releases until I’m turned into a puddle of pleasure. A panting wreck.
A shell of who I used to be.
After this, I’m no longer the person I used to be. I’m Domina’s slut.
She pulls the cock out of me and leaves me dangling on the hook. If it wasn’t for the chain holding me up, I’d crumble to the floor.
“You’re a sexy, eager slut.” Domina says as she unfastens the cock from her leather suit. “But you are predictable.” She snickers as she looks at me hanging.
I look back at her with scrunched eyebrows.
“Do you really think I’d just leave my keycard laying there in the lounge.”
My heart drops. She was planning this the entire time!
She struts back over to me and taps the tip of my nose. “Keep it. You’ll need it whenever I tell you to come down here. And a good slut always does what her Domina says. Isn’t that right?”
The thought of me coming back down here on a regular occasion makes my heart thump with excitement.
I look at her with certain eyes.
“Yes, Domina.”
I wasn’t just her maid anymore. I was her little slut. Her plaything.
And I couldn’t be any happier.
First Time Lesbian
“This is going to be the craziest bachelorette party you’ve ever had!” Jody practically screeched as the bartender dropped off our third round of drinks.
“This is the only bachelorette party I’ve ever had.” I gave her a little smirk.
“Right, of course. But it will still be the craziest.”
“I still can’t believe I agreed to this…” I took a huge gulp of my Long Island Ice Tea. I thanked the heavens above that they made drinks extra strong at this bar. I was going to need it.
“Oh come on! It’s gonna be great.” Jody assured me with a gentle nudge of the elbow. “You’re going to look back at this night for many years.” I looked at her skeptically.
This whole thing had started a couple years ago during one of our drunken nights out with the girls. We were playing some truth or dare game and I had inadvertently confessed my kinky fetishes to them; spanking, bondage, blindfolds. But the most revealing confession I made—I wanted it to be with another woman. There were few things that turned me on more than a strong woman bending me over for her pleaser. The more I thought about it, the more I got chills up my back. How could I have ever told them such personal thoughts?
At the time they all looked at me with shock as they bit back smiles and laughter. How could a cute, nerdy, secretary girl like myself ever be into such depraved debauchery behind closed doors—lesbian debauchery at that. Now it was the night of my bachelorette party and Jody and three other friends of mine had decided to hire a “special kind of stripper.” They said she doesn’t specialize in the stripping part, it’s what she does afterward that makes her special. They said “She’s everything you’re into and more.”
Now that I was getting married to Brian they figured it would be the best time to go through with their little plan. It was a now or never situation. And I was starting to wonder if I wanted it to stay never. I told them at the time that Brian wasn’t into those kind of those. He was a cute investment banker I met downtown several years ago. Our relationship was great, after all I decided to marry him. He wasn’t exactly bad in bed either, he just wasn’t all that adventurous. To be honest, I never even bothered telling him the kinds of things I was in to. I was afraid he’d look at me like a crazy person. So I kept it to myself and eventually spilled the beans to my girlfriends. That was probably a terrible idea. Now I had to go through the most awkward night of my life. Even though they kept reassuring me that i
t would be great, I had my doubts.
“I’ve gotta tell you Trish, I never would have expected you to be into such things.”
Oh, great. Here we go again. I thought to myself as I rolled my eyes.
“I know, I’ve heard it a thousand times. I should have never told you guys.”
“Oh, stop it! If you never told us tonight wouldn’t be happening and you’d never know what it would be like.”
I gulped nervously. I was beginning to wonder if I even wanted to know what it would be like.
“You know me and Gabriel did those things once.” Jody said as her lips curled up in a smile around her straw.
“You what!” I couldn’t hide the look of shock on my face.
“Yep!”
“Why didn’t you tell me! You guys just rambled on and on about how you couldn’t imagine me being into those things, let alone with another woman.”
“Oh come on Trish. You don’t seem like you would be. Do I seem like I wouldn’t be into anything?”
I took a look at her and held back a giggle, “no, not exactly. So what did you do?”
“A little light spanking, bondage.”
The bartender was walking past with buggy eyes as he overheard our conversation. He quickly smiled and turned away. Jody noticed him, but didn’t pay him any mind. I waited on bated breath for her to continue.
“So, did you like it?”
“It wasn’t bad,” she shrugged her shoulders. “The spanking not so much, but the bondage I did.”
I gulped.
“It felt amazing to have my legs spread wide and him teasing me with his tongue. I couldn’t stop him or control the pace.” Jody looked up as if she were reminiscing on a fond memory. Then she gave a vocal sigh and playfully fanned her face with her hand.
Her little story made my own chest flush red. I could practically feel the warmth spreading across my cheeks and between my thighs. I was starting to hate this aspect of me. Just the mere thought of kinky BDSM with another woman got me hot and bothered—probably because it was a sexual craving I never satisfied.
“I’m worried about Brian.”
Jody looked at me cautiously for a second.
“Come on Trish. You’re not going to back out now are you?”
I just looked at her, worry etched all over my face.
“Just one more night of fun before you say ‘I do.’ I think this is something you have to do for yourself anyway. If you don’t, maybe you’ll never experiment with it and then you’ll never be happy and then your whole marriage will be in shambles and you’ll be divorced in 5 years!” Jody laughed.
“You always have a way of exaggerating things.”
“Exaggerating! You know sexual incompatibility is the cause of 75% of divorces.”
“And 90% of statistics are made up on the spot. You’re such a bull-shitter.” I laughed. Jody only gave me another playful shrug of her shoulders as she finished her drink with a long suck of the straw.
In all honesty, she might have had a point. I loved Brian to death, but my kinky thoughts were really starting to get the better of me. I probably watched more lesbian porn than the average frat guy. And that was something totally out of the ordinary for a girl like me. Or was it? I guess I never really asked my other girlfriends if they watched any. I just assumed other woman didn’t watch it—and definitely not as much as me. It had become the only way I could get my sexual frustrations out of my system.
I don’t know how many times I had pleasured myself to the image of a woman bending a girl over a bed and spanking her cheeks red before taking her with a strap-on. I just wanted to be dominated and Brian wasn’t the one to do it. Not to mention, he was a man. He was too sweet and loving for anything like that. Sometimes a girl just wants to be bent over and taken.
I clenched my thighs tight and reminded myself that we were in a busy bar. It was the last place for me to get all flushed and horny.
“You’re thinking about tonight aren’t you.” Jody teased as she looked me up and down.
“Of course I am. How could I not be!”
Jody laughed, “well it probably won’t be much—”
She was quickly interrupted by her buzzing phone on the bar top, “longer.” She finished her sentence as she grabbed the phone and looked at the text message.
Then she looked up at me with the biggest grin I had ever seen.
“It’s time. They’re ready.”
***
As soon as I entered my apartment my heart kicked into overdrive. It was dark with thumping music and flashing spotlights filling the room. I could barely recognize it as my own apartment. I said a few curse words underneath my breath for letting us do this think at my place. Now I could barely recognize it as my place at all.
“Hey girls!” Tammy greeted us with more drinks as we walked into the room. I gave her a little smile as she grabbed my arm and tugged me into the living room. It was obvious—I was nervous as hell and it was probably written all over my face like a giant billboard to the world.
As soon as I walked into the dark living room I saw her. She was giving Jennifer a lap dance as the music thumped and hummed the walls to life. She was fit and busty. Her arms were toned and strong as she gripped the back of the chair and rolled her hips against Jennifer. She definitely looked like the type of woman who could dominate.
The girls hooted and hollered as soon as I walked into the room. Then the stripper turned around with a smirk curling up the side of her face. My eyes trailed down the crevice of her breasts and toward her shapely abs.
I gulped harder than ever and instantly downed the drink Tammy had given me.
She danced closer until she toward over me. I was surprised at how tall she was for a woman. She had to be close to six foot. I could practically feel the heat radiating off her skin as she stepped closer.
“So you’re the special girl?” She asked as she stooped down toward my ear, her hand gently snaked around my lower back to pull me closer.
I swallowed hard and squeaked out a meager, “yea.”
“Call me Cynthia. She said as she gently tugged my arm and motioned for me to sit down on a chair in the center of the living room.”
As the music pounded in my ears I could already feel the warmth spreading between my thighs. She danced and rolled her hips on me. The whole time she rubbed her wetness against my skin. The other girls hollered and danced in their seats. Then Jody appeared by my side.
“Take this off! Show some more skin for our lovely guest.” Jody laughed as she started to tug my blouse up over my head. I started to protest at first until Cynthia grabbed the other end of my blouse and pulled it over my head with Jody. My skin instantly bumped up with goosebumps. I felt as naked as ever sitting there with only my bra and skirt on. My chest was a flushed bright crimson red.
“I’ve got a little gift for you.” Cynthia said against my ear. Her words were hot and heavy and sent tiny tingles cascading down the back of my neck. Her hand landed on my knee and snaked its way up the inside of my thigh. I quivered and sucked in a deep breath. But I let her message my leg and tickle the inside of my thigh with her fingertips. Just as I was starting to get used to her touch, she turned around and walked towards a bag next to the couch.
I tried to peer through the darkness and the flashing lights to see what she was taking out of it. When she finally came back my heart stood still. It was an unmistakable vibrator.
“This is a remote controlled vibrator Trish.” Cynthia said as she gazed at the pink vibrator with a devilish smirk. “I’m going to insert it inside of you and control the vibrations with this remote. It’ll help you…behave.” she said with a wink.
I looked over at Jody for some kind of guidance, but she just shrugged her shoulders, “I told you she was a ‘special kind of stripper.’” The other girls laughed and hollered as they watched my mortified expression. I’m sure they were having a good time, watching me be the center of attention as they sipped away their drinks.
Jody leaned over the back of my chair and whispered in my ear. “It’ll be fun. Trust me.”
I nodded towards her and slowly opened up my legs. she reached the vibrator between my thighs. I clenched my eyes shut as I felt her push my panties aside and ease the vibrator past my wet lips. I was surprised at how wet I already was, but having a woman like Cynthia playfully thrusting her tits in your face tends to turn a girl on.
My mouth fell open and my eyes locked onto her as she pushed it deep inside of me.
“Now I control your pleasure,” she whispered as she pushed a button on the remote. Buzzing tingles instantly attacked my pussy. My hands fell to the armrests. My knuckles turned white as I clenched the chair as tight as possible. Cynthia continued to dance and roll her body against me. My tongue ran across my lips as I watched her pussy against me.
“Looks like someone wants a taste!” she yelled out to the whole room.
The other girls laughed and started chanting “Take it off! Take it off!” in unison. With that, Cynthia grabbed the tiny strings of her underwear and pulled it down. My breath stood still as her wet pussy came into view. Then without any sort of warning she propped herself up on the chair and thrust herself towards my face. I turned for a second laughing as I saw the other girls dancing in their chairs with shocked expressions on their faces.
“Lick her! Lick her!” Jody started chanting, the other girls quickly followed suit. I looked up at Cynthia to see her smiling down at me, her hips gently rolling in circles and her wetness dangerously close to my face. Her musty scent tickled the back of my nose.
“Fuck it.” I whispered as I reached my tongue out. Slowly, I trailed it up her wet lips. It was the first time I had ever come this close to another woman’s pussy. My heart raced a million miles an hour. I could barely believe it was actually happening. Cynthia let out a deep grunt as she slowed her rolling hips. I teasingly flicked the tip of my tongue along her clit before flattening my tongue along her wetness and lapping her up and down.