Climax: Volume 1

by Ella Ford

  Then I reached up and hooked my fingers in the waistband of her hose and, with a sharp tug, pulled the pantyhose and her panties down to her knees. Her ass was revealed to me, perfect globes of pale flesh, firm to the touch and burning with her inner warmth. I laid my hand on them once more, relishing my first touch of the girl’s skin and the way that she sighed when my fingers touched her.

  I took a deep breath, attempting to gather myself and control the raging emotions that warred inside me. A residual feeling of guilt, a deep shame that was all but eclipsed by my strong desire to possess this girl totally.

  I worked my hand down her ass, teasing a single finger across her perfect asshole and then pushing it between her thighs and into her waiting pussy. It was my turn to gasp as I found her lips to be slick with moisture, her arousal evident by that wet chasm. I pushed my whole hand between her legs, forcing her apart and plunging my fingers into that unfamiliar topography. Lillian squirmed with every touch, and I reached down with my other hand and gripped a handful of her blonde hair, steadying her on my lap.

  With my eager fingertips, I located her clitoris and rubbed it gently. This made her moan and lift her head up towards me. I lingered there for several seconds, swirling my finger around, stirring her delicious honeypot. Then I pulled my hand back and raised my arm above my head.

  I felt Lillian tense on my lap, her legs straightened behind her and her hands clawed at the thick carpet. I held there for several seconds until I felt her begin to relax, then I brought my hand down on her soft ass.

  Thwack! The sound of my hand landing on her ass was loud and piercing, and she yelped in pain and jumped forward. I held her in position by her hair, reigning her in like a wayward horse.

  “I want you to tell me that you’ve been a bad girl Lillian,” I said, purring like a kitten and tenderly stroking her burning ass.

  “I-I’ve been a bad girl mistress,” she said without hesitation.

  I raised my hand and brought it down again, harder this time, with more confident certainty.

  Thwack! She cried out, sobbing a little. Her feet scrabbled behind her, the soft material of her pantyhose unable to find traction on the thick carpet.

  “And what happens to bad girls, Lillian?” I asked.

  “Th-they’re punished, mistress,” she whispered and tensed her body for another stroke.

  Thwack! Each sharp crack exhilarated me, flooding my body with lust and making me breathless. This inexplicable feeling of power and domination fired my passions more than anything I’d ever experienced. I realized that I was born to this, had wanted it all my life but had never recognized these dark desires for that they were. The way I dealt with my co-workers, the way I was with friends. Everything led to this inevitable destiny, and it had taken this miscreant teenager to pull it out of me.

  Thwack! I brought my hand down once more and, once more, Lillian cried out in pain and squirmed on my lap. After each painful swat, I took care to caress her reddening ass, to mix pleasure with pain, to clarify my position as the source of punishment and the bringer of joy.

  As if to emphasize the point, I dipped my fingers between her legs and plunged into her labia once more. I gasped, exhaling with surprise as I found her pussy to be wetter than before, wetter than I would have ever imagined. Her lips and thighs were dripping with wetness, slippery beneath my touch. I rewarded her by pressing down on her clitoris and she arched her back upwards and cried out. “Ah! Ah!” she moaned, and I felt my own pussy explode with desire.

  “Last one Lillian, then it’s playtime,” I said, unable to resist my urges any longer. For the final time, I raised my hand, fingers still moist with her juices, and brought the flat of my palm down on her burning ass.

  THWACK! The final stroke was the hardest of all and she screamed out, clenching her teeth until the tendons on her slender neck went tight and strained. Then her head fell forwards and she panted heavily, sobbing occasionally between each labored breath.

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  With a gentle touch, I helped her to her feet, lifting her petite body off my lap. Then I pointed to the floor in front of me and she lowered herself to her knees once more. Her pantyhose were still rolled down her thighs and she made no attempt to remove them or pull them up again, instead following my instruction to the letter.

  As she kneeled, she winced in discomfort. The tender flesh of her spanked ass must have brushed against her heels causing her renewed pain. But she remained quiet and didn’t utter a single word. She folded her arms behind her back and awaited my instruction.

  “There now, that wasn’t so bad was it?” I asked rhetorically, then continued without waiting for a reply. “Now, it’s time that you showed me what a good little girl you can be. Would you like that?”

  She lifted her face and looked at me, her expression one of cautious enthusiasm. “Yes mistress, of course,” she replied.

  “Then I would very much like you to eat my pussy.”

  Her tongue flicked out of her mouth and licked her soft lips. “I’d like that a lot mistress,” she said with a genuine sincerity.

  “I can see that you would. Show me how much you want that, beg me to eat my pussy,” I commanded her.

  Instantly, without a single second of hesitation, she raised up on her knees and locked her fingers together in front of her. Her eyes met mine and her expression became one of desperate longing. Her eyes went wide and doe-like and her lips pursed together alluringly. “Oh please mistress,” she began, voice thick with sultry desire. “Oh please may I lick your pussy? Please?” she begged. For all the absurdity of what I was making her do, she genuinely sounded as though she meant it. Either that or she was a very good actor.

  “Very well Lillian, you may eat my pussy,” I finally relented, not needing much persuasion at all. I stood up before her and flicked the button of my skirt open, then wriggled it down my thighs, never once breaking eye contact with her. As the skirt fell to the floor, her stare lowered to my pussy, I hadn’t bothered wearing panties. There was a greedy hunger in her eyes, a willful longing for forbidden passion.

  I sat back on the sofa and pushed my hips forwards until my pussy was on the edge of the seat. Then I spread my legs and dipped two fingers into my labia, spreading my lips apart to reveal the perfect pink of my sex. Lillian sighed expectantly, unable to take her eyes off the feast that lay before her. Yet she remained kneeling, her hands flat on her thighs.

  Her obedience and restraint thrilled me, and the feeling of exposure on my aching pussy sent shivers up and down my spine. It barely crossed my mind that this was to be my first time with another woman, there was no hint of hesitation or apprehension in my mind. I wanted Lillian, I wanted her tongue on me, inside me. It was entirely natural, perfectly right and I could imagine nothing else.

  “Please begin, Lillian,” I purred, beckoning her towards me.

  Immediately, she fell forwards and began crawling, never once taking her eyes of my waiting pussy. She moved slowly, her knees bound together by the gathered material of her pantyhose. I enjoyed her constricted motion, the way her body was limited. It filled my mind with sordid possibility, thoughts never before considered, but embraced now without question.

  Finally, she reached the sofa and sat back on her heels, positioned between my legs. She gazed down at my fleshy lips, damp with desire and glistening in the light of the room. Her face seemed to freeze, pretty features locked in a mask of uncertainty.

  My inner voice screamed at her to continue, to sink that hungry tongue into my aching snatch, but I quelled that desperate voice and instead said, “Is something wrong Lillian? Have you changed your mind?”

  She looked up at me, sheepish and blushing. “No mistress, it really want to. It’s just… I’ve never done this before and… what if I do it wrong?”

  I smiled at her, suddenly feeling very affectionate towards my submissive maid. “Oh child, that’s perfectly okay. I think you are going to get lots of opportunity to practice in the future,” I offered. T
hen with a slightly harsher tone, added, “Now get your tongue in my pussy and stop wasting time.”

  She smirked demurely and then lowered her head, inching forwards with her tongue pushed out of her mouth. With a tentative sweep, she dragged the tip through my lips, a gentle first brush that set my body on fire with its erotic energy. Then she lowered her head further and took a deeper pass, obviously enjoying her first taste.

  I gasped at her sudden confidence, ripples of pleasure rolling up from my pussy and into my body. Her tongue felt warm and wet, an all encompassing softness as it swept across my pussy. Then her exploration found my clitoris, nudging that throbbing bud with delicate flicks.

  My mind exploded! This was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. My ex-husband had tried to go down on me, half-heartedly and always at my request, but he was a clumsy, unenthusiastic lover at the best of times and the idea of oral sex seemed to repel him. His mouth was reluctant and misguided, and in the end I gave up asking.

  But having Lillian eat my pussy was a different proposition altogether. Her inexperience was quickly eclipsed by her enthusiasm and she delved deeper into my sex with every passing second. Her touch was electric, causing jolts of pure pleasure to shoot down my arms and legs and left my entire body tingling. With every loving taste, her confidence grew, she seemed to dart from place to place, eager to explore every sensitive niche of my pussy. I allowed her free reign, enjoying her enthusiasm, lost in my own world of total ecstasy.

  Her tongue found my hole, tight and inviting, and forced its way inside. I felt myself stretch ever so slightly, then felt her hardened tip probe inside. Oh fuck, that felt good! I longed to reach out and grab her hair, pulling her mouth forwards to lock her in position and grind her face against myself. But I resisted, allowing the girl to continue at her own pace. There was plenty of time for my wishes later.

  Slowly, tantalisingly, she worked her way upwards, sucking my lips into her mouth and slurping my juices inside herself. Then she landed back on my clit and settled there, happy with her tour of my most private region.

  She began to swirl her tongue around in tiny spirals, varying the speed and intensity like an expert. From somewhere deep within me, a thought bubbled to the surface: as a woman, Lillian knew her own body, and so knew what other women liked, knew which buttons to push and which levers to pull. It was the perfect arrangement, and I wondered why had it taken me this long to try it! Then the thought sank below the surface of my ocean of desire and I was lost once more in the intense feelings of pure pleasure.

  With every firm press of her tongue on my clit, every rough lick, the fire in my pussy burned brighter. I felt myself breathing quicker, felt my fingers dig into the soft material of the sofa, as if to anchor me into this reality. My toes curled up in my stiletto heels and I squeezed my legs together, locking Lillian’s head between my stockinged thighs. She made no attempt to struggle or resist, and seemed equally lost in her frantic work.

  I thrashed my head from side to side, sensing the inevitable onslaught of my climax, but not willing to surrender myself to it yet. Between my legs, Lillian’s mouth worked harder and harder; pressing, licking, nibbling, sucking. Every touch sent my mind upwards until I felt separate from my body, gazing down at the pair of us, our bodies locked together with passion and desire.

  Then something inside me tripped, a distant trigger that signalled the point of no return. The fire in my pussy leaped upwards, spilling out of its confines and flooding into my whole body. The liquid heat of pure lust. My back arched upwards and I screamed out, no longer able to contain the pleasure inside me. As the orgasm burst, my mind went supernova, and my senses were overwhelmed. I cried out once more, screaming an oath I could not remember. My whole body spasmed, arms and legs thrashing about.

  And then the feeling left me. I collapsed sideways onto the sofa, fearing I might blackout. My limbs were tingling and my pussy felt numb with exhaustion.

  “Oh my,” I managed to say, not coming close to expressing the intensity of the orgasm. I managed to open my eyes. Lillian had returned to her kneeling position, her mouth and cheeks were still slick with my pussy juices. She didn’t seem to mind one bit.

  I sat up and went to her, dropping to my knees in a mirror image of her pose. Then I took hold of her head behind her ear, pulling her towards me. I held her there for an eternity of seconds, my eyes locked on hers, then I ran my tongue across her face, lapping up the product of my desire and savoring the warmth of her soft skin. She relaxed into my grip, allowed me to clean her, closing her eyes and leaning her head to one side. Then I placed my mouth on hers, thrusting my tongue forwards to probe her mouth. She relented and allowed me access and I found her own tongue. Our mouths slid together, lips sticky with desire and tongues rolling around, hungry for the taste of each other.

  For an endless time, we kissed, then I pulled away and freed her. She gasped at the sudden absence.

  I stood up and peered down at her. “Thank you Lillian, that will be all for now. I believe you have laundry to take care of. I’ll be in my study if you need me.”

  And with that, I left the room.

  Chapter 4

  Now

  With the entree of the girl’s punishment finished, it is time to serve the main course. I return the paddle to the corner table and look at the girl, bent double over the table. She gazes up at me, a thin line of drool dripping from the corner of her gagged mouth. Her cheeks are soaked with tears, yet she appears eager for what is about to come.

  Dirty girl, I think to myself, she knows exactly what I intend to do to her tonight! Her fate was sealed the moment I bent her over the table and exposed her pussy to me. I smile back at her, relishing the power dynamic between us. She is my fuck toy, my possession, and I use her as I want. In turn, she loves her mistress, craves every sensation that I give her, whether pleasure or pain.

  I stroke her back and bend down, reaching under the table to a nondescript canvas bag that awaits there. With my hand still on the girl, I rummage in the bag and immediately find what I am looking for. I pull the object out, dragging trails of leather harness behind it. Then I hold it up to her, as if to confirm her suspicions.

  The girl blinks nervously and squirms under my grip as she studies the monstrous strap-on dildo that I’m holding in front of her face. She always does, as though she’s never seen it’s bulbous length before, never felt it push forward into her tight, young pussy. But she always yields, always begs for more as I ram it into her. She moans, muffled cries of mock protest, into the gag. I merely smile back at her and tenderly caress her back, which is now gleaming with thin beads of sweat.

  I step back to her rear and strap the appendage to my waist, tightening the leather straps until I feel a pleasant pressure on my clitoris. Then I slowly tease the enormous rod across her dripping pussy lips. She struggles, pulling against the ropes that bind her arms. I stroke her ass and offer soothing words, and she soon calms before me.

  As I prepare to fill her pussy with that fat length, I think back to the first time I fucked her with it, the first time she set eyes on my favorite toy.

  Before

  For the next few days, Lillian and I barely saw each other. After that first intimate submission, my new maid withdrew into her own little world of domestic servitude. Gone were those initial flashes of rebellion, and I saw no need to discipline the girl. She rose early, began her chores and pottered about the house for the rest of the day. Then at night, she either retired to her room, exhausted after a full day of work, or sat with me in the living room, watching TV or listening to music. At first, I invited her to sit beside me on the sofa, but she seemed reticent. After asking her what was wrong, she replied that she would rather kneel at my feet. I allowed this, secretly thrilled by her meek docility.

  For my part, I spent those few days drifting around the house aimlessly, my mind alive with the scope of possibility that now lay before me. Gone were the feelings of guilt and shame, the feeling that my initial good
intentions were simply a cloak for my darkest desires. I had accepted that the nature of my relationship with Lillian was something that we both wanted somehow, both needed. For whatever reason, it was discipline and submission that she craved as much as I craved her tender touch and the thrill of domination. We were the perfect opposites, an erotic mirror.

  On the evening of the third day, I provided Lillian with some very specific instructions. She was to finish up her tasks, then head upstairs and shower. While showering, she was to shave her pubic hair with the grooming implements that I had provided. I was quite clear on this point - it was a new rule that maids in my employ should have shaven pussies. When she was done preparing herself, she was to report to me in the living room.

  Her face lit up when I outlined my instructions, a mischievous glint in her eyes causing a shudder to run down my spine and a familiar warmth to build in my loins. “What should I wear mistress?” she asked, falling into her girly voice that was filthy and adorable at the same time.

  I thought for a second, in the same way that one might consider which sauce to have on a medium rare steak. “No clothes, I want you completely naked,” I replied, then dismissed her with a flourish.

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  At around eight o’clock, I heard a timid knock at the door to the living room. “Come,” I shouted, and the door slowly pushed open. With her hands linked over her pussy, Lillian hurried into the room, completely naked with her head bowed.

  I watched her walk across the room, studying every inch of her youthful body. She’d tied her honey blonde hair up in a neat braid, pulling it off her face and revealing her delicate features wonderfully. She wore little makeup, aside from a scarlet lip gloss that made her full lips glisten with implied moisture.