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

by I. M Rogue

  “This time I want you to cum in front of me little slut.”

  “Yes mistress” I replied gratefully.

  I cleared my mind allowing the stimulation to seep into me uninhibited. Very slowly I felt a far off orgasm begin to build. I closed my eyes and luxuriated in my task, taking my time and letting the orgasm build slowly. The sound of Courtney rustling on her dresser made me open them up again.

  She stood in front of me with a curling iron and held it up. I noticed a “C” carved into the flap that retracted.

  “This will clear any doubts” she smirked. “Now mount up.”

  I eased my body onto the dildo and buried it to the hilt until my swollen clit was pressing hard against the whirring machine. I ground my clit into the vibrating sybian harder, forcing the dildo inside me against the spot it felt best. I looked at Courtney watching me and my climax built up faster.

  I love pleasing her.

  Courtney plugged the curling iron in and stroked my face with the end of it. I could feel it becoming warmer and swooned nervously. She pulled it away and pressed it against my stomach. It was heating quickly and worried how long she would keep it there. But through my fear - the hotter the curling iron got - the closer my orgasm got. Shivers of an onrushing orgasm shot up my back as my heart pounded nervously about the heating iron. The pores on my stomach opened up and stimulation seemed to ruble out of each opening.

  My climax built with great intensity. When the iron got so hot it became painful I whimpered and she pulled it away.

  “Hurry up and cum little slut” she implored.

  Just as forbidding me to cum had made it harder to resist, her demanding me to cum made my climax stall. I tried to release but it just kept throbbing on the edge.

  “Cum for me now and I will let you will sleep in my bed tonight.”

  Oh fuck yes.

  It was all the encouragement I needed. My clit burst with pleasure that radiated through my muscles deliciously. The hair on my arms stood up as I proudly climaxed in front of my mistress.

  “For you mistress” I stammered as waves of pleasure overtook me.

  Suddenly it felt like my tit was stung by a giant wasp and I squealed loudly. Courtney held the hot iron against the side of my raw tit, just getting the edge of my areola. I whimpered overwhelmed, imploring her to remove it.

  “Please no more mistress.”

  She jerked the iron away as convulsions continued to ravage me. My tit stung worse than it ever had and I groaned through the remainder of my orgasm, torn between agony and ecstasy. When I finally shuddered to a stop Courtney kissed me firmly on the lips. Her sweet taste brought me back to my senses.

  “You now bear my brand little slut.”

  I looked down at my stinging breast. A three inch long cylindrical burn stretched across the side of it. The only section that wasn’t burned was where the ‘C’ had been carved, which was clearly visible on the side of my breast. She had indeed branded me with her mark. It felt so concrete, so meaningful – a real commitment. It was a physical sign marking me as her property. Even as it stung I gushed with joy looking down at it. Clearly the strawberry rash rule was over since my disappointing failure - and this was a new beginning. I truly felt owned by her.

  “That brand will only last about a month. When it fades you will need to be rebranded” she informed me.

  I want to please her so badly. I love this feeling.

  “Yes mistress. Thank you. May I eat your pussy to celebrate our deal mistress?”

  “I think you have earned it” she replied untying me.

  In no time her panties hit the floor. She sat on the bed, leaned back and spread her legs. I went down on her determined to leave her as satisfied as I felt. My tongue lapped at her sweet olive oil flavored juices. When I reached the clit I sucked it passionately.

  “Ohh that’s good Belle” she moaned, her legs tensing.

  Every soft moan she uttered was sweet satisfaction for me. Within five minutes I had her convulsing around my face in a torrid orgasm.

  I am getting good at this.

  When Courtney was done climaxing she complimented me on my improving skills and I thanked her proudly. Afterwards she led me to the kitchen and we made a late night snack of waffles together, eating and laughing at the silliest things. It was as if we were so relived to be back together that every little thing was funny. We were genuinely happy.

  It was great to be in love, and it was great to be taken into her bed afterwards. We laid face to face spending the rest of the night talking and sharing secrets.

  STACY’S HARD NIPPLES

  The next morning she wanted to go downtown, just to shop and mess around, so I went home to change. We met at eleven in front of her house and headed into town. I didn’t have any money but she assured me I was covered.

  No matter how tough she acts, she always looks out for me.

  We stopped off for lunch at ‘The Pizza Palace’ and shared a medium vegetarian. I knew she wasn’t big on vegetarian but she ordered it because she thought I’d like it. Truth is, I would have enjoyed some meat but it made no difference. She was inwardly worshipping me just as I outwardly worshipped her.

  “Do you wanna stop by the vintage store and see if Stacy is working today” she asked.

  “I don’t know, do you think she would actually want to see us again?”

  We both laughed at the idea. My laugh was a little uncomfortable considering Stacy had taken intimate liberties with me the last meeting.

  Strange that Courtney is not jealously keeping me away from her. Maybe the contract has increased her confidence. She has nothing to worry about – I wouldn’t leave her for anybody. She owns me now.

  “I thought that you might be jealous that she felt me up…and fingered me the last time” I inquired.

  “She only did it because I told her to. I was just wondering about her. She submitted to me…but then seemed more attracted to you. It was confusing.”

  “Oh I totally know. Which one of us do you think she has the hots for more?”

  “Me of course” she smirked.

  No it was me.

  “I’m not so sure, she gave me her number – not you.”

  “Ya that is just because I intimidated her. You didn’t see the way she acted when we were alone.”

  “Now that makes me jealous” I recoiled.

  She discreetly grabbed me by the back of the hair and pulled my head up. A young girl walking past noticed but scurried on without gawking.

  “You little missy have nothing to worry about. I would never betray my precious Belle - my favorite possession.”

  “Well then let’s go see which one of us she goes for” I mused.

  “Okay how about this. If she goes for you then I have to go down on you in the changing room. But if she goes for me you have to do me. If it’s neither of us then it’s a tie and we do each other. Deal?”

  “How do we know which one she “goes for’?”

  “Your right, lets simplify it. You know how she has those giant nipples? Whoever makes her nipples hard is the winner.”

  “Okay” I agreed.

  I got this in the bag. She was practically drooling over me the last time. I can’t wait to feel my owners tongue for the first time.

  We arrived at the vintage clothing store and Stacy was indeed working. We entered together but separated once inside. Stacy noticed me first and smiled real big making me think I had it in the bag. I walked up and started talking to her.

  “Hey you, how are you doing?”

  “Didn’t expect to see you here again, you didn’t lose my number did you?”

  “No, I was just browsing and stopped in” I replied smiling seductively.

  I watched for some sign she was excited to see me in her chest, but nothing.

  “Hey bitch” Courtney stated sternly as she walked up.

  Stacy’s eyes got wide and I realized there was a larger dynamic to their brief relationship that I originally thought.
This wasn’t going to be as easy as I thought. Her breathing increased when she looked at Courtney and for a moment I thought I was going to lose that quickly. I watched her nipples, but no reaction.

  “Do you think this skirt would look good on me?” I interrupted.

  I grabbed a skirt of the rack and held it up to my skirt. As I did I made sure the hem of my skirt pulled up just enough to reveal a glimpse of my panties. Stacy looked at me and her breathing increased.

  “It might, you should try it on” she smiled.

  “I don’t know, the last time I was in your dressing room things got a little…cramped” I joked. “Would you help me try it on?”

  I watched for any sign on her chest but nothing happened. She did bite her lip though and I could tell she was interested.

  “You, you want my help?” She reiterated.

  Courtney grabbed her by the hair, pulled her head back and forced her to look up into her eyes. Stacy’s nipples sprang to attention.

  “That wasn’t fair” I accused her.

  “What do you mean? You showed her your panties” she laughed.

  “Ya but I didn’t touch her.”

  Courtney was still holding Stacy by the hair and Stacy was fully submitting. I felt I had lost but still didn’t think it was fair.

  “If you had a choice Stacy, which one of us would you rather go down on” I asked boldly.

  Courtney’s jaw hit the floor and I snickered inwardly. Stacy looked between us feeling trapped by whichever answer she gave.

  “I’d like to do both of you” she stammered.

  Mine and Courtney’s eyes flared at the same time and we smiled at each other. Before I could explain what we were up to Courtney began pulling her towards the changing rooms.

  “Come on Belle. Stacy has a lot of work to do. Don’t you little slut” she leered at Stacy.

  “Yes ma’am.”

  A twinge of jealously mixed with admiration for my powerful girlfriend – she could make a policewoman go submissive if she wanted to. I followed behind them wondering if Courtney was actually going to make her eat us both. When we arrived at the small changing room I got my answer.

  “Get down on your knees bitch.”

  Stacy meekly got on her knees.

  “Yes ma’am, I’ll do whatever you say” she replied.

  That made me jealous and I found myself becoming dominant.

  “Take your top off bitch” I ordered.

  Courtney looked at me with a surprised expression and grinned. Stacy quickly shed her blouse and I my jealousy eased at her obedience to me.

  Damn she is almost as submissive as me. She is getting off on it.

  Stacy’s long nipples were at attention and I could tell she was aroused.

  “Which one first” she asked.

  Courtney and I looked at each other. I had no clue what to say.

  “Both” Courtney responded. “Lose the skirt and panties Belle.”

  I removed my skirt and panties while Courtney pulled her jeans down. When we were both bottomless she stood next to me and kissed me.

  It was wonderful - I could never get enough of her kisses.

  We stood side by side with our faces locked together softly kissing. I felt Stacy’s hair against my thighs and her tongue swathe my clit. I swooned deeply, partly from her stimulation and partly from being allowed to kiss my mistress so freely.

  I can’t believe Stacy is going down on me.

  After a minute of working on me she switched to Courtney leaving me smoldering for more. I continued making out with my mistress while she moaned softly from Stacy’s service.

  By the time Stacy switched back to me I was on fire. We could hear customers browsing not far away which made my pussy even wetter.

  “You’re our obedient servant girl, aren’t you bitch” Courtney whispered to Stacy.

  “Uh huh” she grunted around my clit.

  Her tongue was going crazy on me and I relaxed and soaked in the lurid naughtiness of our situation, allowing my climax to build rapidly. I moved one hand down and dominantly forced Stacy’s mouth tighter against my engorged clit. She sucked it in hard and licked with abandon. I felt the first wave of climax rippling to the surface. I took a deep breath between Courtney’s lips, gripped her tightly, and shook in a delicious orgasm.

  As I shuddered Courtney held me up firmly, lovingly, as our servant girl took care of me. When I was done she immediately moved back to Courtney and got busy.

  “Good job servant girl” I whispered panting.

  I stroked Courtney’s face tenderly as Stacy serviced her. I watched closely as her eyes began to grow foggy and her climax struck softly. I held her up as she had done for me while she gently rocked through a mild orgasm that she really seemed to enjoy. She moaned and kissed me anxiously while she climaxed and I hoped it would never end.

  When she was done she pulled Stacy away by the hair, telling her that was enough. Now that Stacy was done she looked up at us conflicted. She was clearly unsure of her role in our changing room threesome.

  “I think the little servant girl deserves a reward” I mentioned.

  “What do you think it should be?” Courtney asked.

  “I’ll rub her clit while you finger her.”

  Stacy’s expression looked shocked – but hopeful.

  “I suppose the servant girl earned some type of reward. Stand up servant.”

  Stacy stood up and we both started unbuttoning her dress. She wore a one piece that buttoned down the front and it took us a minute to unwrap her.

  “This is just like Christmas” I mused wickedly.

  When her dress was fully open I boldly reached down and rubbed her pussy through her black panties. She was already wet so I ordered her to drop them. Her panties went down and I began gently flicking her clit. It grew stiff right away and I massaged it sensuously.

  Stacy swooned submissively under my touch and I watched Courtney move her hand between her legs. A loud moan filled the room and I knew Courtney had penetrated her. I was proud for Stacy, being submissively serviced like this by two girls she hardly knew. I would have enjoyed it myself.

  I started rubbing her clit hard and fast and her face tensed up. I noted Courtney’s arm moving rapidly and figured she was banging her good. Stacy leaned in on me for a kiss and I repelled away. I had no permission to kiss her.

  “It’s okay Belle, just this once.”

  Stacy leaned in and I kissed her tenderly. It made her moan which thrilled me. I liked kissing her but only because she needed it. I really was only interested in kissing my lover – but I appreciated Stacy’s lust.

  After kissing for a moment Courtney pulled her face over to her and kissed her. Stacy swooned even louder and her body tensed up. Courtney pulled her face back and ordered her to cum.

  “Cum right now bitch” she insisted, and began banging her hard with two fingers.

  I followed suit and increased the rate of my stroking. Stacy stiffened further, outnumbered by the stimulation. She let out a groan and shook between us. We both held her up as her orgasm rocked her back and forth. I kept my fingers going strong, not allowing her to control her climax. She rocked and quaked violently between us.

  “Oh my god you guys are so devious. I love you both” she panted between convulsions.

  When she was done we all got dressed. She tried to kiss Courtney again but Courtney pushed her face away.

  “That was a onetime deal. I’m not single” she informed her.

  That’s right – she is mine!

  I giggled with delight just basking in the idea. I liked Stacy but I was glad when it was over. I had no real interest in other girls and I’d had enough of sharing. I was the submissive one. It was for me to be used by Courtney. That was all I needed.

  “Will you two be coming back to visit me again?” Stacy asked.

  “Who knows what the future will bring” Courtney replied mysteriously.

  “Okay well you know where to find me” she assured
us. “Call me.”

  We exited the store and headed home. I remembered I had an appointment with my mother to meet with a college counselor at four. I asked Courtney if she wanted to accompany us but she told me to go ahead and spend some time with my mom alone. We agreed to meet up again after dinner and separated with a kiss.

  When my mother and I got back from my appointment we ate dinner and I rushed upstairs to change into something I thought my mistress would appreciate. A moment later Courtney strode through my bedroom door catching me nude. I smiled at her and let her see my naked body for a moment.

  “So this is where you sleep. It’s a little too pink for my tastes” she offered.

  I looked around and realized she was right. My room was so filly, so girly compared to hers. But what could I say – our differences were one of the things we liked about each other. I was soft and feminine for her and she was strong and controlling for me.

  “Get dressed, we are going to the movies” she announced.

  “Just like that?” I replied.

  She walked up to me and slapped me hard on the ass.

  “Owe!” I grunted.

  “Feel better now?”

  “Ya” I answered grinning. It was true – it did make me feel better.

  I got dressed and we went out to the independent movie house on the south edge of town. They usually showed gay and lesbian dramas and tonight they had a choice – a lesbian drama or love story.

  “It’s your choice Belle, which one would you like to see” she asked with her arm around me.

  “I would rather you choose” I replied. “I want my owner to be happy.”

  To my surprise she chose the love story, and though it was not very compelling we cuddled through it and enjoyed ourselves. On the way home she bought me an ice cream and we sat downtown people watching. The moon was bright and the stars twinkled happily.

  She took me home and bedded me down in her wonderful smelling bed. Our flesh molded into one. She had me roll on my side and spooned me, holding me so tightly I smiled contently until I fell asleep.

  THE ULTIMATE BETRAYAL