She Took Me in Hand: 3 Lesbian Dominant/Submissive BDSM Romances

by I. M Rogue

  “Slap me again” I squeaked meekly.

  SMACK!

  “Again” she demanded.

  “Slap me again.”

  SMACK!

  I couldn’t believe it. She had me pleading to be struck. My face was stinging more than I could handle. Our parents chattered away only six feet away as Courtney abused and took me over right beneath them.

  “Say it again” she insisted.

  “Please no more Courtney. I can’t take it.”

  SMACK!

  “A-GAIN!”

  “Slap me again” I stammered.

  SMACK!

  My face reeled to the side and rung from the singing. I was conquered and no longer had any will to resist her. Pleasing her became the only thing that mattered.

  “I need to eat your pussy” I stated sincerely.

  Her hand went back to the light mocking slaps.

  “I knew you did you little slut” she smirked. “Are you my slut?”

  “Yes” I answered obediently.

  “Tell me so.”

  “I am your slut Courtney. My body is owned by you. I will do anything you tell me to. I am your personal whore.”

  “You better be telling the truth or I will never look at you again.”

  No! Don’t say that.

  “I am, I promise. I mean every word of it. I am yours Courtney.”

  I could scarcely believe my own words – or how much I meant them. I was in full obsess mode over this girl and would do anything to be with her. She had defeated me and I loved her confidence, controlling manner, and goddess body.

  “I am going to test your loyalty, if you pass, I won’t throw you away. But if you fail I will never look at you again…ever. Now follow me” she stated and swam to the pool ladder. I followed close on her heels like a dog.

  We got out and went to sit with the parents. Courtney asked for some orange juice and my mother happily poured us each a glass.

  “Belle your cheeks look a little pink” she mentioned handing me the glass.

  “I think I just got too much sun” I answered protecting my dominant obsession.

  Courtney was pleased with my fib and patted me on the leg. It was the first time she showed approval without abusing me and I glowed happily. I watched her take a napkin and dip it into her orange juice and soak it through. Then she discreetly moved it down by my ass.

  “You better act completely normal. Show any signs of distress and we are through” she whispered to me.

  I wondered what she was up to. When nobody was looking she pulled back my bottoms and smeared the napkin over my rash. With a snap she released the bottoms and the juice soaked napkin clung to my strawberry rash.

  The sting from the orange juice struck immediately. It shot through my wound like a bee sting and vibrated painfully down my leg. I struggled to maintain my calm as the sting continued to radiate maddeningly.

  “So it seems like you girls are hitting it off” her father stated.

  “Ya we are finding lots of things in common” Courtney answered.

  The burning sting caused perspiration to form on my forehead as I fought to sit still.

  “That is great”, my mother interjected. “It must be wonderful to have a good friend right next door.”

  “Oh it’s definitely going to be interesting” Courtney assured her. “Don’t you think Belle?”

  I bit my lip trying to remain strong and meet the standard she had set for me.

  Stay strong for her Belle. Don’t lose her now.

  “Ya it’s good” was all I could manage.

  The stinging pain continued to grow stronger as the citric acid burned my wound.

  “It’s good, is that all you have to say about me” Courtney joked to me.

  “Courtney seems like a really special girl and I feel lucky to have her right next door” I replied.

  It took all my willpower to remain still but I managed it. Courtney smiled and nodded at me approvingly. She sat back for a while longer listening to their conversation and waiting for me to writhe in pain. It was hard not to, but every time I felt the need to squirm I looked at her stern beauty and was reminded why I was tolerating this. She was the reward I suffered for, and there was nothing I wanted more.

  After ten minutes of agony she got up and walked all the way across the yard to the pool house. She turned and gave me a look that summoned me. I mustered up all my strength and got up casually to follow. The rash stung like someone was holding a match to it but I strolled across the yard as if I hadn’t a care in the world, trying to impress my tall mistress.

  “Would you like to come next door and see my room” she asked.

  “Okay” I replied thrilled by the offer.

  We walked around the house to the side yard. Once out of sight I whimpered in pain and gave her a distressed look.

  “Can I remove the napkin?” I asked eagerly.

  “Wait until we get to my room” she said sternly, “and get that pained look off your face. You are not done until I have you safely in my room.”

  “Okay” I replied obediently.

  She is taking me to her room. This has to be a good sign that she likes me. Maybe she will kiss me.

  MY NEW MISTRISS

  She led me into their house and down a long hallway to her room in back that had a hand written sign on it: “Keep out – this means you”.

  She really is a loaner. Maybe she just likes privacy?

  I was anxious to see what her room looked like but when she opened the door I stopped in my tracks. The walls were painted red and black, it was dimly lit and intimidating. A sheet was strewn over her curtains blocking out even more light. Hanging from the far wall were two thick ropes with wrist bindings dangling from the ends. An outline of a person was painted on the wall beneath the ropes and posters of tied up woman hung on the wall over her bed.

  A nauseated feeling crept into my stomach and for a moment I forgot about my stinging rash.

  “Come in little slut, we have a lot of work to do.”

  What does she do in here and what have I gotten myself into?

  While struggling with my fear she grabbed me by the short hairs on the back of my neck.

  “I said come in” she scowled dragging me into her room.

  She marched me over to the wall with the ropes and pushed me against it.

  “Put your arms up” she ordered.

  I complied submissively and she grabbed each wrist and bound it to the ropes. She grabbed a third rope next to me and pulled it hard. It raised my arms higher until I was helplessly stretched out across her wall. She tied the end of the rope off securing me in this vulnerable position and it suddenly felt like I was in danger.

  “Courtney I’m scared” I stammered.

  “Good, you should be” she smirked.

  She pulled the string on my bikini top and it unraveled and fell off bearing my breasts to her. Her hands moved down to my bottoms and she roughly pulled them down around my ankles. Standing there stretched out and naked in front of her I began to tremble.

  She ignored it, going to her closet and pulling out a long leather belt.

  “Let’s go over this one more time. Who is your owner?”

  “You are” I squeaked.

  “And what are you?”

  “You next door neighbor.”

  WHIP!

  She brought the belt down hard across both nipples and I cried out in pain. The sting seared my nipples and echoed through my chest.

  “What are you?”

  I searched my mind in a panic before remembering how simple the answer was.

  “I am your little slut” I stammered.

  “Aw, you look afraid. Would the little slut like to go home? Is that what you really want?”

  “No, I want to stay.”

  “Why”

  “Because I want to kiss you.”

  WHIP!

  She rang down another blow painfully across my chest. It stung so badly my eyes watered and I writhe
d in agony against my bindings.

  “I want to eat your pussy” I whimpered. “Please don’t whip me anymore. I’ll be obedient.”

  WHIP!

  WHIP!

  She whipped forcefully causing me to scream loudly and flailed against the wall.

  “You never tell me when to stop bitch. I’ll whip you all afternoon if I want and you’ll thank me for it.”

  WHIP!

  Another blow landed across my nipple and I cried desperately as the pain surged through my chest.

  “I’m sorry” I pleaded.

  “Scream all you want slut. Nobody can hear you back here.”

  Extreme submission washed over me.

  “Please let me eat your pussy Courtney. I need to, please let me. I can’t wait another moment to taste you. Whip me more if you want but please let me taste it.”

  She threw the belt on her bed and reached round her back. In one motion her top came off revealing her breathtaking breasts to me. They were large but not huge and stood out straight. Hard nipples protruded from them, pointing at me accusingly. Her hand went into her bikini bottoms and pulled them down. Her perfectly shaved pussy came into view and I swooned submissively.

  “From now on you call me mistress.”

  “Yes mistress.”

  Her hands went to my sore nipples and stroked tenderly. Tiny waves of delicious sensation rumbled through them. She continued doing it, demonstrating just how well she knew my body and soon I was swooning wantonly. She massaged and groped both breasts like they belonged to her making me feel overly subservient.

  “I’ll do anything for you mistress. I am your slut. Please let me prove myself worthy to stand before you.”

  She rubbed up against my stretched out body and hugged it. The feel of her soft flesh against mine made my clit swell. She brought her lips to mine and gently, barely perceptively, kissed me. It made me moan and a flood gate opened in my pussy. I began panting heavily as she pulled her head back.

  That kiss was so amazing and she barely touched my lips. She is a frigging goddess. I am so lucky to be hers.

  “Are you ready for some lunch little fuckslut?”

  “Yes mistress.”

  She grabbed the rope on the side of us and loosened it until my arms came down.

  “Get on your knees” she demanded.

  I dropped to my knees in one motion which pulled my arms back above my head. She tightened the rope until my arms were stretched above me again. Her long legs took a short step towards me until her pussy was in front of my face. She grabbed my hair again and forced my face into warm snatch.

  She eased her pussy over my mouth and I licked her slit getting my first taste of another woman. It was a flavor I had never tasted, different than mine, sweeter. It was divine and I loved the taste of it. She held my face tightly in her crotch as I licked and sucked like the amateur I was.

  I wish I could hold her ass while I sucked. Maybe someday she will let me.

  I locked my lips on her clit and sucked gently, working my tongue over her swollen nub. She began moaning consistently and her coos of pleasure filled me with pride.

  “You’re going to report to me every morning to do this. Do you understand” she moaned.

  “Yes mistress, thank you” I gurgled around her engorged clit.

  I sucked and licked hard, doing my best to make her cum. When I sensed her legs tensing up I went wild, adding moans to my frenzied work.

  “Mmm, umm” I cooed around her.

  “Eat that pussy little fuck slut. Yes, like that!” She moaned making me proud.

  A moment later she heaved in orgasm and her wet pussy ground her juices into my face. As she convulsed she smeared her passion all over my face and I rejoiced in my accomplishment. I hadn’t disappointed her and my heart leapt with success. My rash stung and my clit began throbbing for an orgasm of my own.

  I did it. She will keep me around – I’m hers’ for sure now.

  When she had finished she forced my head back and looked down at my cum covered face.

  “I think you have earned a reward little fuck slut.”

  She untied my wrists and I was free.

  “Crawl over to the bed and bend over it” she demanded.

  I crawled on my hands and knees over to the bed and bent over it waiting eagerly for her next move. I could smell her odor on her bedspread and loved being there.

  She is going to get me off. Oh god this is exciting. I wish I could spend the night in this bed.

  She opened a drawer on her nightstand and pulled out a thick dildo with a bunch of straps attached to it. She weaved the straps through her legs and around her hips attaching them. When she was done the dildo jutted out like a guys cock and I realized she was going to fuck me with it.

  My pussy pouted in anticipation. I couldn’t wait to feel her filling my pussy and working to please me. Her hands grabbed my hips and I felt the rod stroke my drenched pussy lips.

  “You ready to get fucked now little fuck slut?”

  “Yes mistress.”

  “Beg for it.” She growled sternly.

  “I am your fuck slut to use mistress. Please fuck me.”

  I could barely comprehend that I was begging this girl who I’d only know a few hours to fuck me. I wasn’t a slut until she turned me into one – and I realized that I loved it. It was the most exciting feeling I had ever known. She gave me a sense of purpose that was addictive.

  “Is this what you need” she asked dragging the dildo across my dripping snatch.

  “Yes, please give it to me mistress.”

  She continued dragging it over my lips, pressing the tip against my clit making me swoon. She teased but never offered penetration. I couldn’t take it and begged even harder.

  “Fuck me like a slut. Fuck me like your own personal whore. My pussy is yours – take it. Please mistress, please, pleeeease drill me hard” I pleaded lost in lust.

  I felt the tip of the dildo slide between my pussy lips. I maneuvered my pussy onto it and forced the first inch inside, unable to wait any longer. She gripped my hips tighter and plunged the dildo further into my virgin pussy.

  Oh fuck that feels intense. I wonder if it excites her?

  She began thrusting the dildo deeper and I moaned in ecstasy.

  “You do have a nice little pussy bitch” she hissed.

  Her compliment drove me wild and I started humping back against the dildo hungrily. With one hard thrust she buried it to the hilt, her hips slapping my ass forcefully.

  “Oh fuck I love it” I yelled in lust.

  She started long stroking me which sent me over the edge of passion. I felt so possessed, so controlled, so valuable that it made each stroke intensely stimulating.

  “Hooo fuck! Hooo fuck!” I repeated after each stroke like a whore.

  Courtney started slamming into me, fucking me hard.

  “Take it hard you little prissy little slut. I am going to fuck your brains out. Your pussy is mine now and it will be forever.”

  “Ohhh” I cooed in heaven.

  As she fucked me hard I felt an orgasm welling up deep inside. I had fingered myself a few times while masturbating but never felt anything like the penetration climax that was building. It was going to be massive.

  “Thank you mistress – thank you” I moaned lustily.

  The room was filled with the sounds of her fucking me deep with the strap on – and the sounds of my out of control moans. Courtney began grunting each time she trust into me and my orgasm rushed up on me. Just before my climax struck she pulled out abruptly.

  “No” I quivered on the bed desperately. “Please don’t stop mistress.”

  “I didn’t give you permission to cum” she leered. “From now on, no matter where you are, you don’t cum without my permission. Is that clear.”

  Courtney is so powerful and demanding. I think I’m falling for her.

  “Yes its clear mistress. I’m sorry. May I please have your permission to cum?” I begged.
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  “No you may not little slut. You still have a lot of training before I will allow that.”

  “Yes mistress. Forgive me for being so greedy.”

  She left the room and returned a short time later with a wet wash cloth. She knelt down and began gently dabbing the strawberry rash, washing the citrus off it. Finally the stinging rash stopped raging and I sighed from the delightful relief.

  When she was done tending my abrasion she grabbed me by the hair, pulled me upright and sat me down on her bed. The wash cloth came up to my face and she started cleaning her dried juices off me. She was so tender and considerate that I couldn’t restrain smiling. Suddenly she became this nurturing considerate girl who made me feel valuable.

  It made me crush on her even more and I realized something. I was gay. That was why sex never interested me that much. I had been running from the truth and her stern abuse forced me to face it. It all made sense now and I felt so lucky to have discovered it with such a gorgeous girl.

  “Now we are going to have to get back to the barbecue. You will never tell anyone about what happened today – none of it. Am I clear?”

  “Yes mistress I understand. I wouldn’t know what to say even if I wanted to.”

  “There, your face is beautiful again” she said pulling cloth back.

  She called me beautiful! She really likes me. Yes!

  My heart soared as we stood up and started to put our bikinis back on. My chest had marks from the belt across it so she gave me one of her old cheer tee shirts to wear. It smelled just like her and I relished wearing it proudly.

  “Mistress, if you don’t mind my asking.”

  “Once we leave this room, don’t call me mistress anymore” she interrupted.

  “Yes mistress. But I was wondering, when will I be allowed to come?”

  Courtney smiled and pulled me close. She kissed me and her tongue pressed its way into my mouth. I joined her eagerly and enjoyed kissing my first girl for real. Our tongues swathed each other lovingly and the kiss meant more than anything else we had done. By the time it ended I was no longer concerned with climaxing. The kiss was satisfying enough.

  “Little fuck slut, you will be allowed to cum”…she slapped the strawberry rash firmly, stinging it once again, “when that rash completely heals.”