Put Me In a Skirt and Hurt Me: The Strictly Lesbian Adventures of Mistress Sophia

by Bryce, A. L.

  “No, Porsche, we’re done with that. I’m dedicated to Mistress Sophia. No one else.”

  Porsche rolled her eyes. “Dedicated to Mistress Sophia, blah blah blah. Come on, baby, a little friends-with-benefits time is called for! I’m stressed out over all this bankruptcy and sell-your-clothes talk. I need me a little lovin’.”

  Willow headed for the door.

  Porsche leapt up to go after her.

  “Wait! Don’t go ... OK, forget the ... ”

  “When you really want to get serious about this let me know.” Willow struggled into her heels and grabbed her purse. At the front door, she turned. “Look, you were the one who called and begged me for help. If you want to do this I want to be here for you. If you don’t, don’t. But know that you are going to crash at some point and it’s not going to be pretty.”

  Porsche stared belligerently at Willow.

  “Do you want me to send you information on bankruptcy or not?”

  “Sure. Email me some links or documents or whatever.”

  “Fine. I’ll email you, then I’ll leave it up to you to contact me when you’re ready to make some changes. If you aren’t ready just say so but don’t waste my time.”

  “Time you could be spending in the mirror mooning over the tiny pink welts your cunt-for-a-mistress gave you?”

  Willow bit her bottom lip then her top one. She turned and left without another word.

  Porsche shut the door and turned the lock. She went into the bedroom and flipped through the clothes in her closet. “Keeping it. Keeping it. Keeping it. Man, I have good taste! Keeping. Keeper. Keep. Keep. Keep.”

  19

  PORSCHE FLOPPED DOWN ON the bed once more and opened the drawer on her nightstand. She rummaged through the stack of Lelo vibrators until she found the pink one. The only one she ever used. There were nearly a dozen Lelos in the drawer. Porsche considered this and a tiny light bulb went off in her head. There’s like a thousand dollars worth of unused vibrators in here. Well, according to fancypants Willow, I can’t afford to buy any more EVER EVER EVER again ... so these will be for the future. Good thing I have some backup. And the tiny light bulb went out just like that.

  Porsche leaned back, reached up under her skirt (L’Wren Scott, thank you very much) and slowly pulled her panties down while humming Herb Alpert’s “Whipped Cream and Other Delights.” She spread her legs out straight and wide and flipped on the vibe. She continued humming as she stroked her pussy with it. Her mind was filled with Dolce and Gabbana, Christopher Kane, Chloe and Haute Hippie. Her cunt was juicing up as the vibe did its work. She pictured herself in outfits she’d seen online, straddling her manager’s face, eating out that little pimply-faced co-worker who tried to tell her how to make a better latte, pushing Willow’s face into her pussy, getting fingerfucked by Sophia. Oh, yeah ... She leaned into the vibrator, bucked her hips up, and opened her legs wider. I’m on my hands and knees. Willow is in front of me, her pussy just out of reach of my tongue. I’m jutting out my tongue trying harder and harder to reach that lovely little cunt. Almost! Meanwhile, from behind, Sophia strokes my ass with a red leather whip—gentle strokes over and over, building the anticipation. Soon those gentle strokes turn into well-aimed smacks, turning my ass pink, then red. Each stroke sends tingles up my spine and through my pussy ...

  She was sopping wet now, the vibrator rubbing harder against her clit, her lips.

  Willow steps forward and my tongue connects. I’m lapping those sweet lips back and forth, tasting her, my tongue darting in and out. Now, my tongue goes deep inside. Willow cries out like a little tart as I send her into a frenzy. Sophia’s still hitting my ass with her whip, now sliding the tip of the whip against my asshole, then pushing in. Now, the leather is gone and Sophia’s tongue is there probing, licking, eating my ass then reaching around to fondle my lips, pushing them together and pulling them apart, massaging them gently then more roughly ... more roughly ...

  Porsche jerked the Lelo back and forth, ramming it against herself.

  Willow sucking my tits, nibbling on them, as Sophia’s hands work my pussy. Willow reaches around and pulls my ass cheeks apart. Sophia pushes the whip handle in deep and ...

  Porsche sat up on the bed, thrusting the Lelo deep inside her pussy as she came like a maniac.

  “OOOHHHHFUCKINGFUCKFUCKFUCKMYFUCKINGPUSSYEATMYCUNTLICKMYHAIRYASSHOLEFUCKKKKKK.”

  She fell back on her pillow. “How’s that for fucking pretty girl language?”

  20

  SOPHIA WAS BACK IN her blue mohair chair with her iced tea, the ice cubes melting as she stared off into space.

  She’d called Tommy and Tommy had laughed her ass off, repeating, “Two minutes! That bitch is harsh! Two minutes? Two minutes!!!” over and over as Sophia had relayed the story to her. Now, Sophia sat jiggling her leg a little and chewing on the inside of her cheek. She was right. She was right to do it, she thought. I respect her now. If I do this, whatever this is, with her I will have to submit. Totally submit and let her eat me alive. Well, that’d be nice ... she smiled. She sat like that for nearly an hour, wondering back and forth if she truly wanted to do it.

  Finally, she rousted herself out of her pondering stupor and picked up her cell phone. She tapped the little picture of a kitten in her “Fave 5’s” and waited for Willow to answer her phone.

  “Yes, Mistress Sophia?”

  Breathless immediate attention to Sophia’s needs. Perfect.

  “You are to arrive at my home Friday at 9 P.M. You will leave Saturday at 5 A.M.”

  She could hear Willow’s intake of breath. This would be her first sleepover.

  “Yes, Mistress. Will ... ” Willow shut her mouth fast. She’d been about to ask if Porsche would be there. What was she thinking, questioning her mistress like that?

  “Is there something you wish to say to me?”

  “No, Mistress Sophia. I await your instructions.”

  “As for attire. Surprise me. And Willow, I mean it. Really take my breath away.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Willow gulped as the phone went dead. Holy Moly.

  Sophia set the phone down. She really liked Willow and was looking forward to their next session. She wanted to do some new things with Willow, some really fun new things. It was time to go shopping.

  Willow pressed the phone against her head and let out a deep breath. Take her breath away? Good gravy! Willow suddenly smiled. I think I know just the thing ... She pulled her Mac laptop toward her and began googling.

  Porsche shoved the girl around and roughly pushed her skirt out of the way. She yanked down the cheap white underpants, tearing them in the process.

  “Hey!”

  “Shut up and bend over!”

  “You’re crazy!” the girl said, but smiled and did as she was ordered.

  Porsche pulled down her own pants and opened up her lips, exposing her clit. She began rubbing it against the girl’s ass cheeks. “Oh, yeah, baby ... yeah, yeah.” Porsche lifted herself up and down on her toes, grinding away at the girl’s tailbone, her clit electrified by the contact.

  The handle on the bathroom door jiggled, then someone tapped on the door.

  “Just a sec!” Porsche called out, then renewed her efforts pumping and rubbing ferociously against the girl’s cheeks, reaching around to fondle her lips and slip a finger in hard.

  “Oooooohhhhffffffffffffffffffff!” She pressed her mouth against the girl’s shoulder, biting to keep from calling out as she came.

  “Ow! Hey! Ow! What the ... ”

  Porsche stepped back, pushing the girl against the sink. She pulled her pants up and turned to unlock the door.

  “Hey, wait! What about me?” the girl demanded.

  “What about you? This about you ... you’re a silly little girl who does it in the bathroom with baristas. You don’t deserve to come.” Porsche flipped the latch and whipped the door open, the girl scrambling to pull up her torn panties, the patron waiting for the bathroom getting an eyeful of puss
hairs.

  Porsche strode out like a gunfighter and headed back to her station.

  “Where have you been? We’ve had a bunch of orders and I had to cover the register and make the drinks!”

  “Boo hoo hoo. I was coming like a bitch in the bathroom.”

  “Oh, my God! You can’t talk like that in front of customers or in front of me!”

  “Oh, did I upset your Christian sensibilities? Fuck off, Jade.” Porsche hated these little 19-year old children Starbuck’s was hiring. She ignored the withering looks of the customers and made herself a double shot.

  At 3 o’clock, the manager called Porsche to her office.

  “Porsche, I heard about what happened today.”

  “Jade is lying, ma’am.”

  “Jade? Jade didn’t say anything. I had a call from not one, but two customers. I can’t tolerate this kind of attitude. Starbuck’s has an image to uphold and professionalism is tantamount to upholding that image.”

  “Yes, of course, and I am professional. I don’t know what those customers said but I can assure you ... maybe they mixed Jade and I up ... you know, we have a similar ... ”

  “Porsche, you come in late, you leave early, you call in sick a lot, and you are sloppy at your station. I have numerous instances of you being rude to our clientele. This is not news to you. We’ve had this discussion before. I’m going to have to let you go. Please gather your personal belongings and I’ll escort you out. I’m sorry.”

  “What? No! You can’t be serious. I need this job. LOOK! Look, I’ll do better! Right now, I’m just going through a rough patch in my personal life. I don’t know if I told you but my mother has just been diagnosed with breast cancer and ... ”

  “Your stepmother?”

  “No, no, my mom. My mother mother.”

  “Oh, would that be the same one that you took a week off six months ago for her funeral? Arisen from the grave has she?”

  “Oh, shit! No. You ... yes, my stepmother. Look, we are dealing with BREAST CANCER here ... and uh, I have a, uh, drug problem. Can’t Starbuck’s enroll me in a program and help me, uh, get clean and ... ”

  “Get your things together, Porsche, and I’ll escort you out.”

  Porsche leapt up and slammed open the office door. She surged through the store with her arms outstretched, knocking over the African Specialty Coffee and Teas display as she went. “THIS PLACE IS A FILTHY HOLE PEOPLE! THERE ARE COCKROACHES IN THE BEANS! WE SIFT THEM OUT MOST OF THE TIME BUT SOMETIMES WHEN WE GET REALLY BUSY WE JUST GRIND `EM RIGHT UP! YOU’RE FUCKING DRINKING COCKROACH TURDS IN YOUR COFFEE RIGHT NOW!”

  Porsche hit the sidewalk and spun to the left. She began running, stopping in a block, fully winded. As the hot tears roared down her cheeks, she faced the wall of a building, wishing she could sink into it.

  21

  SOPHIA DUMPED THE BAGS onto the bed and began sorting through all the treats she’d purchased for Friday night. There was a new paddle, black leather with a cushioned side and a rather nasty almost sandpaper side. Delicious! Next, a new set of tit clamps, made so that when you sucked on the little stick attachment the clamps got tighter. Some self-warming lube. And finally, a pair of red patent leather ballerina fetish shoes with a nine-inch heel in Willow’s size. It was going to be a fun, fun night.

  Willow stood in front of her mirrored closet doors, turning left and right. She had on a black leather spanking skirt and a red latex peephole bra. Until now Willow had always been told—or chosen to wear—lace and silk, the sheerer the better. This, she hoped, would be the unexpected surprise the mistress might enjoy.

  She stepped into her Giueseppe Zanotti suede platform ankle boots and checked her makeup in the mirror. She’d put on more eye makeup then she’d ever worn before, rimming her green eyes with black in a slightly Egyptian way a la Liz Taylor in Cleopatra, but not that far out. She’d applied red lipstick and then gloss. Her lips looked slippery, like she’d just licked a nice pussy. Her hair was done up in a French twist and skewered with chopsticks—this too was something new. Willow’s hair was always worn down when she went to see her mistress.

  She nodded at the mirror in satisfaction, flung on a 1960’s vintage Chanel Chinese-inspired coat, grabbed her clutch, and headed for the door.

  She arrived a few minutes early and waited nervously for her phone to show the correct time so that she could ring the bell.

  Sophia waited on the other side of the door. She could see Willow through the peephole and was surprised by her updo. And she wondered what was under the coat. She wasn’t surprised that Willow waited. Willow always arrived early and always waited for the exact time to ring the bell. She was such a good girl!

  Sophia was naked but for thigh-high black patent leather stiletto boots and fingerless leather gloves that ended just above her elbows. She also wore a black lace eye mask she’d found on, of all places, Etsy.com.

  The clock struck 9 and the doorbell rang.

  Sophia waited thirty seconds then pulled the door open. Willow stepped inside.

  “Take off your coat.”

  Willow unbuttoned the coat and let it drop to the floor.

  Sophia had to stop herself from showing any emotion. Willow looked FUCKING HOT. Sophia had thought Willow would splurge on some La Perla or something ... she wasn’t expecting Willow to dive into fetish attire.

  “I’m pleased.”

  Willow flushed with happiness.

  “Turn.”

  Seeing the back of the paddle skirt caused a surge of juices to flow in Sophia’s cunt.

  Oh, my, my, my.

  “Follow.”

  Sophia led Willow back into the bedroom. A black patent leather under-bust corset was laid out on the bed.

  “Put this on me.”

  Willow picked up the corset and wrapped it around her mistress’s waist. Sophia held the sides while Willow began to expertly lace it. She pulled it tight; she knew her mistress’s tastes when it came to corsets.

  “Bring me that paddle.”

  Willow went to the bed and picked up the new paddle. She handed it wordlessly to Sophia, her pussy lips plumping with anticipation.

  “Bring me the stretcher bar.”

  Willow went to the closet and took out the stretcher bar. She took it to Sophia and waited.

  Both Sophia and Willow knew the next several steps in this part of the game but Sophia was always pleased that Willow never stepped ahead, always followed protocol.

  “Take the bar and stand over by that wall with your back to me.”

  Willow obeyed.

  Sophia came up behind her, took the spreader bar and strapped it to one and then the other of Willow’s ankles.

  “Hold on to the wall.”

  Willow leaned forward slightly placing the flats of her hands against the wall and jutting her ass out.

  Beautiful, she’s beautiful, Sophia thought as she brought the padded side of the paddle down onto those luscious ass cheeks peeking out from the straps of the paddling skirt. One stroke, two, three gentle ones to get Willow warmed up, then some with a little more force. Then the real treat began as Sophia brought her full strength into the swings and gave Willow a mighty fine paddling, turning the creamy white skin to hot pink. Sophia observed how Willow’s juices were sliding down the girl’s thighs and allowed herself a little smile of satisfaction. Then she turned the paddle over and began again.

  Willow’s head was about to explode with joy. Her mistress had liked the outfit, had strapped her into one of her favorites, the spreader bar, and was now whaling away on her with a new paddle. How could things get better? But they did, they did, because Mistress had paused and then began again with the other side of the paddle, this side rough, so that the pain and pleasure Willow felt now blended into an indescribably delectable feeling that took her breath away. She was dangerously close to coming.

  As if sensing this, Sophia stopped spanking Willow and walked away.

  “Remove the spreader and come to me.”

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nbsp; Willow reached down, unbuckling the spreader, then went to her Mistress, her nipples bursting out of the red latex peephole bra.

  Sophia reclined on the bed, pillows propping her up.

  “Step closer and lean down.”

  Willow stepped to her mistress and leaned over her. Sophia licked Willow’s left nipple while her hand tugged at the right one. Willow stood as still as she could as her body surged with a tidal wave force climax. She lifted up slightly on her toes and swallowed back a moan as it rippled over and over, causing her hips to jerk slightly even though she willed her body to be still.

  Sophia was pleased. She released both nipples, picked up the new clamps, then applied them to Willow’s nipples. Then she took one of the little protruding sticks in her mouth and tugged gently. The clamp bit down into Willow’s titty and Willow went rigid. Sophia did the same with the other nip. Willow was on the slippery slope of too much pain, but she wanted so much to please her Mistress Sophia, she refused to ask for less punishment. After a moment, she found she could take the pain.

  Sophia got on her hands and knees on the bed and thrust her ass up high, exposing her beautiful bald pussy, the lips pink, moist, swollen.

  “Eat me out. And Willow, this time, don’t follow protocol. Eat me any way you wish. Make me happy.”

  Willow started. She was amazed. No tick tock metronome licking? And her mistress waxed bare! Just for her? Just for her. This was really something new. Willow moved shakily to the bed and began to lick Sophia’s perfect lips and thighs and ass. Tentatively, she circled her asshole, unsure of what pressure to use, what techniques would please…then she decided to please herself, what else could she do? She’d eat out her mistress as she’d always fantasized about eating her out. Fully. Deeply. Roughly. And she hoped with all her heart that her Mistress would approve.

  Her tongue dove into that asshole and she pushed as hard as she could, fucking Sophia deeply. She swirled around and out and in again. She spread Sophia’s cheeks roughly with her hands, opening her up, making her more accessible, and then she fucked in and out with her tongue like a little dagger. After several strokes, she pulled out, made her tongue flat, and lapped at the puckered asshole. Next she moved down and lapped flat-tongued against her mistress’s beautiful cunt. She rolled her tongue up and over the exposed pink lips, savoring every drop of juice. Then she pulled away and started in again with the softest of tongues, gentle licks on Sophia’s ass cheeks, then little nibbles, barely bites. Sophia raised her ass up just a fraction, and that was all Willow needed to know her mistress was enjoying herself. Willow nibbled some more, then lapped, then she reached her hand up and spread Sophia’s lips wide open. She laid her tongue in the folds and dragged it, full-length, along Sophia’s cunt. Sophia bucked against Willow’s tongue, then flipped over and pulled Willow’s head between her legs.