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

by I. M Rogue

  Instead of getting mad Courtney held the skirt for me to step into and pulled it up into place. Then she picked up the cherry, grabbed me by the elbow, and led me out of the changing rooms. My pussy was still on fire and I felt naughty walking into the store in the racy corset.

  “We need to be rung up” she announced.

  “Just the corset?” Stacy asked going behind the register.

  “Ya get your money out and pay her Belle.”

  The corset was sixty dollars which ate up all the money I had, but graciously I paid like I was told. As Stacy handed me the change she passed a slip of paper with her number on it. I could feel Courtney fuming as I took it.

  “Hey Stacy, have our last cherry. Belle can’t handle anymore – she’s full.”

  “Thanks” Stacy replied taking the cherry and popping it in her mouth.

  Courtney grabbed my elbow and led me out of the store. I was so thrilled to be “with” Courtney again that the embarrassment of my attire didn’t bother me. In fact, I considered it a badge of loyalty.

  Without speaking Courtney escorted me quickly through downtown. What little cleavage my breasts had jiggled lewdly above the corset with each step. Plenty of people stared as we passed and several guys made comments. Courtney ignored them all remaining focused on her destination. As we walked the warmth of the sun began to make my compressed torso perspire. With each step I had to focus on my breathing and ass clenching. It was very difficult but I managed.

  We arrived at the fanciest clothing boutique in town and Courtney thrust me through the door. A very smug looking woman looked up from the register and her eyes bulged when she saw me.

  “May I help you” she offered rudely.

  “No we are just looking. I’ll let you know when we need you” Courtney shot back dominantly.

  Several haughty female customers now observed me and began whispering amongst themselves. I felt a certain humiliation and became light headed again, but also proud being by my lover’s side. Courtney led me to the back of the store and pushed me hard up against a tall rack of clothes.

  “So you really want another chance?”

  “There is nothing on this earth I want more than to belong to you Courtney.”

  “I am not convinced yet” she scowled, “But I’ll find out.”

  WACK! – Courtney slapped my right tit so hard I squeaked out a small scream. The sting in my breast radiated through my chest, down my back, and into my right leg. The clips were tugging painfully and my nipples were raw from them. I trembled in pain until it faded.

  “Thank you ma’am.”

  “For god sakes quit calling me ma’am. You making me feel old.”

  “What would you like me to call you?”

  “Don’t call me anything. You don’t have that privilege anymore.”

  WACK – a hard slap to the other breast created similar results. I shifted from foot to foot in agony but didn’t squeal this time. As the pain faded I began feeling woozy. Struggling to breath in the corset was wearing me down and increasing my pain was taking me beyond what I could endure. I toddled unsteadily in front of Courtney feeling ashamed that I was wearing out.

  “I should have never let that little bitch feel your prized pussy.” She snorted.

  My prized pussy!

  She lifted up my skirt and tucked it into the bottom of the corset, revealing my pussy to anyone that passed by. She pulled something out of her purse and I noticed it was a small vibrator. She turned it on and held it to my clit. My clit buzzed back to full size instantly and sent waves of shivering pleasure through my crushed torso.

  “Does the weak little greedy orgasm hound need to cum again” she mocked.

  “Whatever you want is what I want.”

  A very posh looking woman of about thirty five walked around the corner, saw us, and stopped in her tracks. Her eyes leered at Courtney’s hand holding the vibrator against me and she scowled. Shame enveloped me and my pussy drenched without my permission. I panted harder but suddenly it felt like I couldn’t breathe. An orgasm started building and I flinched, almost losing another cherry out of my ass.

  “What are you lookin at you useless bitch. You want some too” Courtney scowled at the wealthy woman.

  She didn’t respond and continued to watch us fascinated. My body began to twitch from the vibrator and a building orgasm made the corset feel unbearably tight.

  “Well then don’t just stand there, come here” I heard her order the older woman.

  The corset was squeezing me tighter, like a boa constrictor, and I found myself panting even harder as the lady approached. Everything felt so out of my control.

  “You’re making me wet” the woman whispered when she arrived.

  Her words sent a pre-orgasmic shiver through me.

  “Am I allowed to cum” I asked concerned I might not be able to stop it.

  “What do you think?” She asked the woman. “Should she be allowed to cum?”

  The woman was breathing heavier and we both panted looking at each other.

  “Make her cum right here” the woman stammered throatily.

  “If you want to watch then touch yourself” Courtney demanded.

  To my shock the woman reached her hand inside her designer original skirt and started working.

  Wow my girlfriend is fearless…and amazing.

  Courtney kept the vibrator pressed against my clit. My orgasm built faster and I struggled to breath. Waves of pleasure seeped across my trussed up torso. The woman now stood next to us and her hand was going crazy under her skirt.

  “You better not cum before she does” Courtney warned me.

  “Yes Courtney.”

  Please hurry miss.

  “Slap her” she ordered the woman, pressing the vibrator harder against my engorged clit.

  The woman slapped me lightly across the face with her free hand while her other hand went crazy on herself. It clearly aroused her.

  “Harder” Courtney demanded.

  The woman slapped me a little harder.

  Courtney’s other hand slapped the wasp woman hard across the face, knocking it to the side. When I saw that an early convulsion rose up inside me and I fought to hold it back. My tits burned, my ass clenched and my clit screamed for relief.

  “That is a real slap. Now slap her like you mean it” she ordered the waspy woman.

  SLAP! – the mature woman slapped me so forcefully I saw stars. My cheeks began burning as much as my nipples and it felt like I couldn’t breathe. I panted struggling for air.

  “Now cum you old slut” I heard her order the woman.

  It felt like my mother was punishing me for being so slutty and for some reason that made my arousal ramp up even more. My orgasm was teetering on the edge. My body tensed up and waves of pleasure rippled through me. I struggled for more air and saw the wealthy lady’s face crinkle up ready to climax. I felt suffocated and struggled to hold my orgasm back and a whoosh flooded into my hips.

  I couldn’t breathe – I couldn’t breathe at all when my climax struck.

  “Oh Courtney” I sputtered and the room began spinning.

  Stimulation shot through my constricted body and spreading like water. The room spun faster and I felt cherries falling out of me and landing on the floor. My body convulsed and struggled against the corset as pleasure tore through me. The room began to get darker as a suffocating orgasm gripped me tighter than the corset. I gulped for air and the room closed in on me. The last thing I remember was the older woman softly moaning before I fainted.

  I woke up in the rear changing room of the boutique not knowing how I got there. Courtney was dabbing my head with a cloth.

  “You hit your head pretty hard when you collapsed.”

  “Did I make it? Did I please you? Did she cum first?”

  Courtney stopped what she was doing and sighed.

  “Ya, you did it Belle. I was very impressed.”

  “Ho good” I replied, still feeling lightheaded.


  She loosened the top strap of the corset and delicious relief overtook me. The pain eased and it became slightly easier to breathe. When she undid the second strap the relief doubled and my breasts were able to take their normal shape. I appreciated a deep breath as she undid the final two straps.

  My body tingled maddeningly when the corset was removed. Deep impressions were left all over my skin where the corset had been. Especially under the boning were their impressions were left like valleys carved into my skin.

  Courtney put her finger in one of the deep valleys on my belly and traced it up to my cleavage. She looked at it enthralled and I was grateful she was impressed by my devotion. I struggled awkwardly for something to say still feeling woozy.

  “Do you like touching me?” I asked meekly.

  She took my hands and put them on her breasts.

  “I think you have earned this.”

  My head cleared up fast and I greedily squeezed her tits making no attempt to be sensual. They felt exquisite and I languished how the nipples hardened and poked through her muscle shirt. I groped her like mad until she softly moaned and removed my hands. We looked at each other in silence for a moment and I felt a new connection. It made me bold.

  “Why are you so stern Courtney? What made you this way?”

  “Don’t ever ask me that again” she replied, her expression becoming serious.

  “Okay, don’t get upset…I don’t have a top” I mentioned trying to change the subject quickly. “I must have left it at the vintage store with my bra and panties.”

  She left me alone for a moment and returned with a gaudy gold top she clearly pulled off one of the shelves. It was beautiful, though didn’t match the skirt at all. But it was better than going topless.

  “I can’t just walk out in their blouse.”

  “Don’t worry Belle, I’ll pay for it.”

  We walked up to the sales counter together. It was expensive but she did pay for it without complaint - even as the clerk sneered at us the entire time. We started to leave and a strong feeling came over me.

  “Wait here” I stated and ran back to the dressing room to get my corset. Something inside me didn’t want to abandon it. I had bonded with it on some unusual level. When I brought it back out Courtney smiled proudly.

  “Couldn’t bear to leave it huh?”

  “No, because you gave it to me.”

  “I want you to come over to my house tonight. Not to spend the night, I just have something to show you. But before you do, I want you to consider your feelings towards me long and hard. I’m serious Belle, no BS puppy love stuff. Decide how you really feel deep down before you come over.”

  “I will, but I doubt anything will change. My feelings for you are more than just an obsession.”

  “Tonight we will find out” she hissed ominously.

  We walked out of the shop and strolled through downtown. She grabbed my hand and held it tenderly. My heart leapt with joy and I felt warm with accomplishment.

  I did it. I got my lover back.

  I walked on cloud nine with her all the way home, anxious to find out what she had in store for me that evening. Whatever it was, I felt confident I could handle it.

  OWNERSHIP PAPERS

  I stood in front of Courtney’s bedroom door wondering if I should knock or just enter. It’s a funny thing when a relationship is so young. The routines and rituals aren’t fully established yet, and my relationship with Courtney was unlike anything I ever expected. Recalling my last experience in her room I decided it would be best to knock.

  She answered my knock almost immediately and stepped aside to let me in.

  “So did you give any thought to what I asked?”

  “Ya, and like I mentioned, I have no reservations about committing to you. You’re what I want. Period – end of story” I replied confidently.

  “Okay, let’s see if you are telling the truth, sit down at my desk” she requested.

  I sat down and she placed a sheet of paper in front of me. The title read ‘Contract of Legal Ownership’.

  I began reading it:

  “I Belle Dubey do herby acknowledge that Courtney Wells is my full legal owner and I am her property to use as she wishes. I submit my full legal consent to whatever actions she commits me to perform or endure.”

  A cold sweat broke out on my forehead as I read it. It was flattering but also intimidating. She was right, I really needed to be sure if my commitment was real. She was taking legal ownership of me – or at least getting legal protection to...do illegal things to me? It was as ominous as it was flattering.

  “Real commitment is starting to sink in eh Belle?”

  “I guess so. Is this really necessary?”

  “It is if you want me - and there are no second chances to do this. You sign it now or you never sign it” she stated handing me a pen.

  I want her. What choice do I have but to trust her?

  I took the pen and signed my name really big and without hesitation - boldly going all in. Courtney looked impressed and smiled when I handed the paper to her. She put the contract in a metal strong box and sealed it tightly before putting it away in her closet.

  “You may address me as mistress again little slut” she informed me proudly.

  “Thank you mistress.”

  Happiness boiled up inside me when it felt like we were officially together again. I wanted to jump and dance on the spot. I smiled up at her waiting for my first instructions as her legal property.

  “Stand up” she ordered and I bolted to my feet.

  “Remove your top.”

  I was still in the gaudy blouse she had bought for me at the boutique and took it off with care. My breasts were still raw from the corset redemption and my nipples greeted their new owner eagerly. Courtney cupped each breast and massaged them possessively.

  “They held up pretty good this afternoon - and so did you. I thought you were so beautiful in the corset. It was hard to keep my hands off you.” She took a shallow breath, “it was hard to keep my lips off you too” she added leaning in for a kiss.

  I swooned with appreciation at the unexpected kiss - but it ended too quickly.

  “Lose you’re skirt and take your position against the wall.”

  I dropped my skirt and stood against the wall in the middle of the painted outline below the wrist bindings. She tied the ropes to my wrists and pulled them above my head. I watched her get the sybian out of the closet and began to grow more excited.

  “It’s time to initiate you.”

  “With the sybian mistress” I asked anxiously.

  “Yes…but not right away.”

  She reached into the closet and pulled out a whip that I hadn’t seen before. It was red with black tips that flailed into tiny leather strings. It was painful just looking at it and my stomach grew colder.

  “This is the initiation whip. It’s going to make it clear what the penalties for disobedience are. And don’t forget little slut, I have legal protection to do anything I want to you. After the third blow you will officially be my property to look after.”

  “Yes mistress” I replied, my heart pounding nervously looking at the fierce whip.

  That whip would be my first taste of her ownership and I was afraid already. She loosed the ropes enough to ease me down onto my knees and she bent me forward exposing my back. Her scent permeated my nostrils as she lowered my face into the rug. Anticipation began eating away at me as she dragged the whip slowly across my back, lining up her first blow. My skin tingled and my breathing became stilted.

  I hope this doesn’t hurt too mu..

  SMACK! – the whip came down hard on my back. The pain shocked me far more than I was expecting and I cried out, startled by how much it hurt. It felt like a shark had taken a bite out of my back and I writhed in pain at her feet.

  SMACK – a second blow rang down before I could adjust to the first. The sting felt like it echoed right through to my chest and I swayed from side to side
as much as my bindings would allow, shivering in agony.

  “Are you ready to make it official?” She asked.

  “Yes mistress, make me yours forever” I pleaded.

  SMACK – the third blow rocked me to the core and I whimpered “oh, oh, oh” until the pain began to fade. My back stung and felt hot and cold at the same time.

  “And now one to grow on” Courtney announced.

  “Another?” I stammered alarmed.

  “Your right, how could I be so naïve? Two more, for questioning my intentions.”

  SMACK!

  SMACK!

  “Owwwhhhh” I screamed.

  Drool dripped out of my mouth before I could finish the scream. I was in too much pain to close it. I writhed and sputtered on the floor tugging against my bindings, desperately trying to sooth the pain on my back. She put the whip under my chin and raised me up onto my knees.

  “That is just a taste of what you will get if you ever disobey me little slut. Now…whose property are you?”

  “I am officially Mistress Courtney’s property to do with as she pleases.”

  And I mean it now more than ever.

  “That’s right slut – I own you now and don’t you forget it.”

  “Never mistress.”

  She pulled the rope, my arms jerked higher above my head and she raised me upright on my knees. My back burned continually and I could feel welts rising, burning in streaks. She knelt down in front of me, gripped my panties, and pulled them off wearing a wicked smile.

  “Now it’s time to get serious” she said sliding the sybian between my legs. “Does the little orgasm hound want to get off?”

  “Yes if it will please my mistress.”

  She eased the rope and lowered me down onto the sybian much like she had the day before, me sitting firmly on it with the dildo up against my clit. When she turned it on the vibrations began mingling with my seared back. It was as if the stinging in my back made the tingling in my clit feel more intense. It didn’t take long for my clit to begin throbbing and swelling.