First Domination

by Claudia Chapman

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  First Domination

  A Lesbian Romance

  By: Claudia Chapman

  First Domination

  Chapter 1

  The music was blaring through the earbuds, pouring into the ears of a young Lilly as she set about her weekend chores. She had started on her room because it was the easiest to deal with and the least cluttered. Lilly took pride in her cleanliness, proving that a teenager could, in fact, keep a tidy room and still be able to function at least somewhat normally.

  Her parents were proud of her equally, showing her off to their friends and colleagues and crediting Lilly rather than themselves for her excellent grades, tough demeanor, and determination. Her grades were exemplary and though she had the looks and the physical attributes to be one of the school’s most popular cheerleaders, she had chosen academics and music as her outlets rather than parading around in a short skirt.

  She stood at the doorway admiring her handiwork, pleased at what she was seeing. Her pastel pink room with cream colored trim was the ultimate in understated decor. Unlike other teenagers, there were no posters of the latest boy bands on the wall. Instead, there was a large, framed oil painting of an eagle standing majestically on the edge of a cliff as if to be surveying its domain.

  There were her dresser, her bed, a rocking chair, a small desk with her laptop resting comfortably upon it, and a floor-to-ceiling shelf, adorned with her academic and music performance awards - and there were plenty. Her inspecting eye surveyed all that was in the room, checking for even a hint of dirt or disorganization, and when she was satisfied, she and her earbuds would be traveling to the next room.

  The bathroom.

  Just as she donned her rubber gloves and prepared to tackle the toilet, she felt a tapping on her shoulder. It startled her a little at first, but as she turned around, she realized that it was her family matriarch, Janice Stanfield.

  “You have a phone call, sweetie,” her mother told her as Lilly removed her earbuds.

  “Thank you, mom,” she answered, as she trotted down the hallway, and then glided down the stairs where she answered the home phone.

  On the other end of the line was her boyfriend, Tony Mallard, and he could barely contain himself.

  “Lilly,” he said, “I got my letter today and I have been accepted to Oklahoma State University!”

  “Oh, I’m so proud of you,” she said in her typically kind and sweet voice.

  “I knew you would get in. You’ve worked hard, Tony. You’ve earned it,” she said her voice becoming even more animated, picking up on and feeding off of her boyfriend’s enthusiasm.

  “Let’s go grab a burger tonight and celebrate,” he said.

  “I can be there at 7pm to pick you up if you want.”

  Lilly wanted to go but first, she would need to obtain permission from her mother and father. Neither of them was thrilled with her choice of boyfriend, but he had grown on them. Odds were very good that they would approve. It was Saturday night after all, and she had no homework to complete and her cleaning regimen would be over in plenty of time for her to get ready.

  Lilly had already received her acceptance letter to Ohio State University where she planned to major in business administration. She had received academic scholarships through DECA and other organizations that virtually paid for all of her classes through her Junior year and secured herself a receptionist job in a local firm who were going to work around her studies

  . She knew that it would mean that she and her boyfriend would be separated, and though he had put up a fight, she had convinced him that after graduation, they needed to see other people.

  He relented.

  It would be painful, but they needed the break and she was very relieved that he had been accepted to the school that was his number one choice. He was a bright young man and his choice of majors were perfect for his what he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to take over his family farm, and that just did not appeal to Lilly.

  For the next few weeks, life continued as it had for most of her life, and she was thankful. It made the transition after graduation much easier and predictable. Predictable was good.

  Her family had loaded up her car, filled her gas tank, and she was off to college. As she was hitting the border of Rogers, AR, the old Boston tune, “Don’t Look Back” came on the radio.

  She had no plans to look back whatsoever.

  Chapter 2

  To truly understand the size of Ohio State University, one has to walk its campus because it is a behemoth. It is spread out over miles and has lush greenery and turn of the century buildings that are as majestic as they are delicately designed. The sprawling campus runs along a main thoroughfare that leads to an arts district called the “Short North,” because it is just north of the downtown area.

  Lilly had found herself an adorable two-bedroom house north of campus just a few miles in a very established and mature neighborhood to live in while she studied. She and a friend (Allyson) from statistics class went in together on the house, making it affordable as it was cute.

  The roommates got along swimmingly because neither of them had pledged to sororities and they were both equally committed to their areas of study and refused to allow parties and the typical madness of college life take hold of them. They were “outsiders” and they perfectly okay with that. It’s not as though the college boys weren’t interested in them because they were both very attractive young women, it was just their constant refusal to go out and to party that caused the invitations to dwindle to the point where they were almost extinct.

  It was the Friday evening before the football game of the year, the Ohio State Buckeyes versus the Michigan Wolverines, and the campus was a noisy, amped up environment. The girls had decided that they would stay in and watch some DVDs, eat popcorn, and drink beer.

  Neither of them being big drinkers, they had saved a 12-pack of beer for a special occasion. They took a vote and that Friday was to officially be classified as a “special occasion.”

  They hurriedly put on their pajamas and spread out a comforter on the floor to catch any stray popcorn that may not make the journey from the bowl to their mouths as they often did on a movie night. Allyson put in the first DVD and Lilly made the first of what would be many beer runs to the fridge and back.

  The first movie they played was a romantic comedy that left them in tears at the end where the guy gets the girl and everyone lives happily ever after. Though they had seen the movie many times before, it still had the power to get them.

  That, and the fact that the alcohol was beginning to do a little damage.

  They were on their third beer when Allyson stood up to refill the popcorn bowl and knocked over her beer bottle. It wasn’t completely full, but it still left a bit of a mess. She stood briefly and placed her hand over her mouth and spoke.

  “Ooops,” she said in a childlike voice. “Am I going to get a spanking?” She said teasingly.

  Lilly laughed, but she also felt something welling up inside of her, a kind of a warmth she had never felt before, she wanted to spank her. She stood up in front of Allyson with her hands on her hips, frowning.

&n
bsp; “Why, yes, I do believe a spanking is in order,” exclaimed Lilly.

  Without hesitation, Allyson bent over the arm of the couch and looked back over her shoulder and the now flush Lilly.

  “I’ve been a very, very bad girl.”

  Lilly stood to the side and behind Allyson, staring at her round, firm ass through her tight pajama pants. It was then that Lilly saw that Allyson was wearing no panties. Lilly’s imagination ran wild and she did nothing to control it. She was thankful for the alcohol loosening her inhibitions.

  She drew her hand back and let the first swat hit its mark gently. Somewhere in the back of her mind, taunting her, had been this desire to be in control and she could feel it being unleashed.

  Allyson looked back again, her cheeks red, her eyes filled with pleasured anticipation.

  “I said, I’ve been REALLY bad,” were the words she spoke.

  Another smack landed on her ass in the same spot as before, Lilly hoping she would be able to leave her mark on dear, sweet Allyson. Then, another slap. Then another.

  Allyson’s moans of pleasure were increasing in volume and the hair on the back of her neck had begun to stick together from sweat. Lilly was beginning to sweat as well, her heart racing and her temperature rising. With a sudden jerk, Allyson’s pajamas were around her ankles, revealing her round, firm ass that had begun to develop handprints of red. Allyson quivered and her legs began to shake.

  Lilly removed her pajamas and when Allyson attempted to rise and join her, Lilly instinctively grabbed the back of Allyson’s hair and forced her back down.

  “I didn’t tell you to get up, so don’t try that again,” Lilly said with a growl in her voice. Allyson mumbled something in response such as, “Oh, my god,” but Lilly hadn’t heard her.

  Lilly positioned herself behind Allyson, moving into full view of the back of her thighs, the curves of her hips, and her handprints. Her cheeks were slightly spread apart and quivering in anticipation of the next slap, but instead, Lilly dropped to her knees behind Allyson and grabbed a cheek in each hand, spread them further, and buried her face between Allyson’s welcoming thighs.

  Allyson squealed as Lilly squeezed harder and forced her tongue inside of her, chin resting on her wet, throbbing clitoris. Allyson felt the warmth rising up inside of her, the flow of her juices running out of her and all over Lilly’s face. Her thighs began to shake uncontrollably, her stomach muscles tightening as her hands dug into the couch. She threw her head back, screaming out Lilly’s name, pushing her hips into Lilly’s face and grinding. Lilly responded with a swift smack on her ass that served to heighten the pleasure that Allyson was feeling.

  In a few moments, Allyson lay bent over the couch, the armrest soaked from her pleasure, mixed with the saliva of Lilly who stood up and spoke to her.

  “Get off the couch and on your knees in front of me,” said Lilly assertively.

  Allyson obeyed.

  “Yes, ma’am,” she whispered as her loins began to pulsate again.

  “You will be called my ‘Pet‘ from this point forward and you will respond accordingly,” she said, “Because you know what happens if you don’t.”

  Allyson was looking up at her face, nodding her submission, and shifting her eyes to the finely trimmed pubic area of Lilly. Unconsciously, she licked her lips desiring to taste her friend for the first time.

  Lilly reached down and grabbed two handfuls of soft, sweaty hair and forced Allyson to bury her mouth between Lilly’s legs. Together, they let out an expansive moan that could have shaken the windows. Allyson then moved her hands up Lilly’s thighs and pushing her fingers inside of Lilly while thumbing her clit. Lilly did her best to maintain some control, to show that she was the alpha in this relationship, but then it dawned on her that the roles had already been established. Freely, she released a groan of pleasure that bordered on growling.

  Allyson’s hand moved faster and faster as she could feel how Lilly was welcoming and throbbing on her face. Allyson was enraptured by her new position, her lips and tongue tasting the sweet nectar of her friend. Lost in thought and taken over by Lilly’s hands pulling her hair harder, Allyson slid her free hand between her own legs and inserted her index finger and slowly moved it in and out of her.

  Lilly’s mind was completely incoherent, for moments, the heat of her ecstasy building, she was finding her first experience with another woman to be the missing key in her life and that thought alone brought her to orgasm.

  Her legs clenched, her hands pulled hard and forced Allyson’s face into her as she erupted. Lilly screamed so loudly, it was almost like a howl, and she wasn’t about to stop - she let herself go, diving into the warmth of her physical and emotional joy.

  She released Allyson, and the two lay together on the floor, forgetting about movies, but rather spending the evening experimenting and kissing each other wildly and with reckless abandon.

  Their first experiences with another woman had changed them, before then, Lilly had never been in control, she had never been in control in her relationship or any part of her life because of over domineering parents.

  For the first time she had be in charge. And she liked it…

  Chapter 3

  Joan Corley had always been a leader, someone who wasn’t afraid to take risks and it showed in her schoolwork in high school and in college. While she majored in Political Science, she was anything but political. Studying the history of the processes made her stomach turn and the corruption that existed within every level of government was too much to handle without being sent to jail for assault.

  She helped pay for college by working at a telemarketing firm much like the one she managed. Joan had honed her skills as a salesperson, racking up record numbers for her crew and moving up the food chain, even though she was a part-time, and not full-time employee.

  After college, she had taken a job as an assistant manager at a much smaller telemarketing firm that made calls on behalf of nonprofit organizations for fundraising purposes. She still spent time on the phones and closed an astronomical number of sales, teaching some of her tricks of the trade to her subordinates. It wasn’t long before she was promoted and when that happened, she began wearing more hard-edged fashion that included dark, vertical lines to accentuate her tall, thin frame. Her red hair and pale complexion made the dark colors wash out her face, giving her a ghostly appearance at times.

  She used that to her advantage.

  Right out of college she married an executive with another company, and that lasted all of six months. He wanted a lazy homemaker to cook, clean, and select concubines for him and that was simply not Joan’s cup of tea. Her second marriage lasted a little longer and the main reason for that is her husband was a photojournalist for a local television station and he was gone much of the time “on assignment.” She divorced him as well.

  Her third and fourth husbands were back-to-back, a tornado of relationships, really. Some might say on the rebound. The third was a friend of the second, the fourth being a friend of the third. They had all been connected and the ex-husbands would often gather and discuss her sexual prowess or lack thereof, and how much each of them had lost to the barracuda in a pencil skirt. Three out of the four were in counseling, wrestling with the emotional and verbal abuse they were forced to face every day of their marriages.

  Joan burned through men like a chain-smoker burns through a pack of cigarettes and she had half of the concern that the smoker did. Somehow, the ray of sunshine through this cloudy and tumultuous disaster of a life was that she had no children with any of her husband’s.

  She had worked her way up the ladder at her present company over the course of the previous 11 years, and now she sat on top of the peak that was the Vice President of Arkansas Development. It was a title she didn’t take lightly, but she also knew that she was as high as she could go there in Little Rock, but she had no desire to move at that time. She had collected for herself property, a beautiful home, sports cars, and other toys that we
re best suited for Arkansas, not anywhere else.

  It had been at least 5 years since she even talked to a man in anything other than a professional relationship. The men of the company knew that she was like a deadly viper who could strike at any moment and they didn’t want a piece of that trouble. It’s not as though she would have entertained the thought of a “date” with anyone from the office anyway.

  Her work had become her life and her life had become her work, but something was about to break and she knew it.

  Her staff respected her, the odd one even feared her.

  Production and profits. Joan Corley knew only those two things. Her office had the lowest staff turnover rate in the company, and the highest customer retention, and the highest profits every quarter for the previous five years.