by Ella Ford
I felt a growing warmth in my pussy, a tingling core of pleasure that pulsed through my body sending shivers up my spine and down my legs. Sighing, I stood and gingerly walked towards the bathroom.
Summer was kneeling by the tub on a folded, white towel. She’d returned to her submissive pose and was gazing at the floor. The expansive bath had filled quickly and the room was moist with steam. I stood for a moment, wondering what to do next.
“U-undress me,” I finally said, nervous and unsure of myself. Summer jumped up once again and moved to where I stood. She stopped before me and allowed her eyes to meet mine, a tacit request for permission. I nodded and she stepped forward and started to unbutton my blouse.
I shuddered as I felt her hands through the thin material, warm and soft on my skin. She slipped the blouse over my shoulders and down my arms, taking it from me and carefully folding it. She placed it on the sink unit and returned to me. Once again, she fell to her knees and began to unzip my skirt. She pulled the tight material over my hips and down my legs. She looked up at me and tapped my ankle, indicating that I should step out of the skirt. I did so and she once again folded the garment, placing it with the blouse.
I suddenly felt exposed, standing there in my underwear with this naked girl. I felt myself blushing and longed to cover myself with my arms. Summer didn’t seem to notice my discomfort and instead continued by slipping my low heels from my feet with tender delicacy. She placed my shoes to one side and reached up to pull my pantyhose down my legs. Down to just my panties and bra, she stood again and made a twirling gesture with her finger indicating that I should turn around. I did so and she unclasped my bra with expert fingers. I felt her fingertips brush against my back as she pushed the bra down over my shoulders and I gasped as tingles shot down my spine and arms. Finally, she kneeled again and teased my panties down my legs, placing them with my other clothes.
I stood completely naked, towering over this girl who kneeled obediently before me. I was suddenly overcome with desire. I wanted to hold her close to me, to taste her mouth, to feel her tongue on me. My breathing quickened and I struggled to regain control. I took a deep breath, stepped past Summer and climbed into the bath.
I gasped as I eased my body into the warm water. I could feel Summer’s eyes on me, awaiting my next request. I paused for a moment, enjoying the bath and the sense of anticipation. I glanced around and caught Summer’s eye. There was a wicked look on her face. Half innocent waif, half sultry temptress. Her intent was clear, her consent obvious. Any lingering doubt I had about this strange arrangement left my mind there and then and I simply had to have her.
“Come and wash me,” I invited.
Summer crawled across the bathroom and knelt beside the bath. She took one of the luxurious bars of soap in her hand and used a sponge to work up a lather. I turned my back to her and lifted my hair from my neck, allowing her access to my skin. She reached forward, and with a delicate touch began to rub the soap into my shoulders. It was intolerably pleasant, her hands were soft and smooth, gently massaging my tense muscles. I moaned, closing my eyes and bowing my head. She moved to my arms, continuing to rub in quick circles with the palms of her hand.
I turned to face her, exposing my breasts to her and urging her to them. She took more soap and eagerly laid her hands on me, rubbing and squeezing as she worked the lather into my skin. My nipples ached as her fingers brushed against them, I longed to feel her mouth there. I was breathless now, hypnotised by her tender motion and the greedy look in her eyes.
“Get in with me,” I commanded.
She plunged her hands into the water to rinse off the remaining soap then bent to remove her shoes. I shuffled to the center of the large tub to allow her room to enter, never taking my eyes off her face, her breasts, her succulent pussy. I had never felt this way before, never felt this hunger, this longing, an intolerable craving for another person.
Summer paused to pull at the ribbon around her neck, allowing it to slip down her body to the floor, then stepped into the bath beside me. She lowered herself gingerly into the hot water. I reached out to her, nervously running my finger from her neck down her chest to her nipple. I paused there, savoring the soft yielding flesh beneath my fingertip. She moved towards me in the water, her body submerged to just beneath her breasts. I raised my hand to her cheek and she leaned into my palm, closing her eyes.
“What does mistress require?” she whispered.
“You,” I replied and leaned in to press my mouth against hers. She responded instantly, no hint of hesitation. Her lips parted and her tongue darted out to meet mine. I pulled her closer, forcing our open mouths together and plunged my tongue into her mouth, hungry for her taste.
I relished this new sensation. This girl’s kiss was softer than a man’s, more focused and less frantic. The taste of her lipstick thrilled me, the warmth of her sweet breath on my face caused a rush of desire that threatened to overwhelm me. I reached my hand behind her head and plunged my fingers into her hair. I grabbed a thick handful and roughly pulled her head backwards. I raised up on my knees in the bath and looked down at her.
She gazed up, succumbing to me and allowing her body to go where I directed it. With my other hand, I grabbed underneath her chin and leaned forward to continue to kiss her. There was more urgency now, our mouths slid together and I licked at her full lips, tugging at her bottom lip with my teeth. She gasped at my roughness and the sudden forceful drive that seemed to possess me.
I was operating on pure instinct now. With each new sensation, I adapted and changed my behaviour to pursue it. I became aware of a need to feel her tongue on my pussy. I looked around, improvising a method by which I might achieve this.
Still clutching her hair, I directed us both to the side of the tub and raised myself out of the warm water to sit on the side. I raised my right leg and rested my foot on the edge of the bath, spreading my legs and exposing my pussy to her. We made eye contact and I wordlessly signalled my intent with a flick of my eyes downwards. Summer dutifully submerged her body deeper into the water and shifted forward until her head was inches away from my quivering lips. She paused for endless seconds, then slowly drew her tongue up through my labia.
The sensation was exquisite! Every touch sent jolts of electricity through my body, down my legs and to the tips of my fingers. I threw my head back and moaned, grabbing her head and pushing her closer into me. She responded by moving her tongue deeper and faster, long strokes that brushed my clit and made me shudder with pleasure. I cried out, demanding that she go faster. She focused her attention on my clit, sucking it into her mouth and lapping it with her hungry tongue. I gasped as she pushed two fingers into my tight hole, rotating them around as she thrust in and out.
I was breathing heavily now, the intense sensation of being filled by her fingers compounded with the jolts of lightning that crackled over me every time her tongue pushed on my clit. It was unfathomable how good this felt. My previous experience of oral sex had been from reluctant or unskilled boyfriends, and my ex-husband never even bothered to venture down there at all. Summer was clearly an expert and her skillful touch fueled my heightened senses and set my senses ablaze.
“Oh yes! Yes! Faster! Faster!” I yelled out, unconcerned about who would hear. I wanted to come on this girl’s face, I wanted to cover her with my juices and then lick her clean myself. My mind reeled at these thoughts that were at once unfamiliar yet entirely appropriate.
Too late to do anything about it, I felt the distant roar of my climax approaching. It began in my pussy, a faint spark of white light, and grew rapidly, suffusing my legs and my stomach, spreading up to my chest as a flush of warmth and raging down my arms. I let it take me, surrendering myself to the inevitable and giving my body over to the surge of pleasure. It exploded in my mind, cancelling my thoughts and flattening my senses for an unknown length of time. I tensed my body, wrapping my thighs around Summer’s head and pulled her tighter into myself.
“Oh
fuck yes!” I screamed as the heat surged through me. It held me for the longest time, and I began to fear it might never leave. But it eventually relaxed its grip and released my body. I slid forwards into the water, pushing Summer aside. I felt a different warmth wash over me and the softness of Summer’s body sliding against mine. I closed my eyes and fell back against the side of the tub, contentment and bliss causing me to drift away.
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When I came to, I found Summer sitting beside me in the tub. She was lazily stroking a slender hand up and down my inner thighs under the water. Every so often, she would allow her hand to brush my tired pussy, sending shivers down my spine. I glanced at her, drinking in her expression of quiet obedience. I found my mind racing off in every direction, considering what I could do with this young blonde, what I could have her do to me.
I gently eased up out of the bath and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapped myself in it. Summer looked to me for instruction.
“Get out of the bath, join me in the other room,” I calmly said and turned to leave the bathroom. I was impressed by my assertiveness, thrilled my sexual dominance. It excited me that Summer obeyed my every command without hesitation.
I walked through the large hotel room, and sat down on the comfortable sofa in the center of the room. Within a minute, Summer emerged from the bathroom. She stood before me, awaiting instruction.
“Open the Champagne and pour me a glass,” I said, gesturing at the ice bucket at the end of the bed. She nodded and walked to the bottle, then expertly popped the cork and began to pour a glass. As she finished pouring, her hand lost its grip on the bottle and it slipped in her grasp, knocking the glass over and spilling the Champagne onto the floor. She gasped and quickly picked the glass up. She looked over at me, a look of guilty shame spreading over her face.
A sudden compulsion struck me, a feeling that I have never had before but which caused my pulse to quicken once again. I set my face with a look of disapproval and beckoned her over to me. She dutifully put the bottle back in the bucket and stepped across the room with her head bowed.
When she finally reached me, I took hold of her hand, caressing her slender fingers with my own. I met her gaze and spoke. “Summer, you’ve been careless haven’t you?” I asked, my voice dripping with stern authority.
“Yes, mistress,” she replied.
“And what happens to careless girls?” I said, the thrill of this roleplay causing my face to flush.
“They’re punished, mistress?” Summer replied.
“They’re punished. Now, I want you to lay across my lap. Right here.” I pointed at my thighs and the floor to either side. “Quickly now,” I snapped, sensing her hesitation.
She meekly lowered herself to her knees on my right and then lay herself forwards across my legs, so that her hands rested on the floor to my left and her feet rested on the floor to my right. Her firm ass was perfectly positioned for my right hand, and I tenderly stroked the warm flesh of her cheeks. Drawing my fingers down over her asshole, I pushed my hand between her thighs, forcing her to open her legs slightly and give me access to her pussy. I lingered there, exploring her lips - a familiar geography, yet it thrilled me to discover it on another woman. She was damp, a warm slickness that came from inside her and was not from the bath. I brushed her clitoris and she moaned at my touch. Suddenly, I withdrew my hand and raised it up above her ass, she gasped at the absence and tensed in anticipation.
I paused, relishing Summer’s imperceptible shivering as she prepared to be spanked. What was wrong with me? Why did this excite me so much? Why did I wish to dominate this girl?
I brought my hand down on the soft flesh of her ass cheek, not too hard at first, a light slap to give her a taste. She yelped at this and shifted on my lap. I stroked her ass again, mixing tender caresses with the pain of the spanking. She inhaled as I raised my hand again. Once more, I held my hand above me, lingering there to increase her anticipation. I brought my hand down, the flat of my palm slapping against her skin with a sharp crack. She jumped and raised her head back.
“Oh god, more mistress, more!” she demanded. I grabbed her hair once again and pulled her head backwards, then raised my hand once more and brought it down on her ass without a pause this time, harder than before. Her eyes were clenched shut and she gasped louder as the pain hit her. Her ass was turning red by now, and I tenderly stroked the burning skin, causing her to shudder at the contrast of pain and pleasure. I dipped my fingers between her legs again to find her pussy to be dripping wet. I realised that she was enjoying receiving this as much as I was enjoying administering it. Some punishment, I thought to myself and raised my hand once more, pausing at the apex.
“You will thank your mistress, Summer,” and brought my hand down with a satisfying thwack.
“Oh yes! Thank you mistress, thank you!” she cried.
I thought that was quite enough punishment for now and ordered her to kneel beside me. She eased herself off my lap and winced as she lowered herself to her knees.
I looked at her once more, cocking my head to the side as I considered what to do next. My attention was suddenly drawn to Summer’s large bag on the other side of the room. The large canvas carryall had fallen open slightly and some of its contents had spilled out on to the floor beside it. One particular item caught my eye. I looked back to Summer and smiled at her warmly. She gazed back, a look of nervous apprehension on her pretty face. I touched my fingertips to her chin and lightly kissed her red lips.
“It’s time to get serious,” I purred.
Chapter 3: Domination
Distantly, I was aware that I was running on pure instinct now. Driven by my animalistic lusts and desires, fueled by the strange passion of the night. Something had changed in me in the last few hours and I’d given myself over completely to this new fire that burned within me. My focus was solely on Summer and her magnificent body. I wanted to use her in every way I could. I wanted to feel her tremble beneath my touch, kneel at my feet and worship me as her owner and master.
I couldn’t explain where this had come from. This was precisely the kind of mentality that I had abhorred earlier that very day, yet here I was, powered by a need to dominate. The contrast of this unexpected need and my once firmly held convictions thrilled me. The notion of releasing myself to my primal instincts excited me beyond anything I have felt before. It was exhilarating and I leaned into the compulsions with all my heart.
Leaving Summer kneeling by the sofa, I returned to the bathroom, hurriedly gathering what I needed. The red ribbon that had been tied around Summer’s neck and my discarded panties. I headed back into the main room and dropped my supplies onto the sofa. I could feel the blonde’s eyes on me, studying me for an indication of what I intended to do next. Her face was an intoxicating mixture of excitement and nervous apprehension. I paused, deciding that she didn’t need to know what was coming.
“Put the blindfold back on and kneel on the floor,” I ordered. She moved without a single pause, returning to the bed to recover the lacy black blindfold and putting it on. Not for the first time that night, I felt a rush of satisfaction at how malleable she was, how she would obey my every instruction.
Satisfied, I turned to the bag by the wall. Apparently, Summer had been sent here fully equipped for a night of pleasure. Her bag contained clothes and makeup paraphernalia, but also a number of colorful sex toys. These had spilled onto the floor and were scattered here and there, a grotesque selection of ribbed and textured columns of varying lengths and shapes. I studied the collection, looking for something in particular and finally found it. A sizable strap-on dildo with a black leather harness. It was eight inches long and flesh coloured, moulded into the shape of a cock. Perfect.
I felt possessed now. Some sleeping beast had been awakened within me and it was in charge of my actions. This driving force now wanted only one thing: to fuck summer.
I moved over to where she kneeled and roughly grabbed her hair. She squealed in surpris
e but didn’t move her arms from behind her back. I pulled her up to her feet and marched her over to the bed, then pushed her forward until her lower legs struck the padded base and she toppled forwards onto the mattress. Before she could recover, I grabbed her hips and pulled her backwards so that her upper body was on the bed but her knees were on the floor. She allowed herself to be thrown around and manipulated, surrendering to me in every way.
I left her here and returned to the sofa to retrieve the ribbon and the panties. I paused here and looked back to where Summer bent over the bed. Her arms were still folded behind her back and her ass was high and exposed, still slightly pink from the earlier spanking; her pussy was fully visible, the neat lips coated with a glistening wetness that signalled her arousal. I felt my pulse quicken as I gazed at my prone submissive. My spirit sang with an almost indescribable lust. The girl before me was mine, she belonged to me, I possessed her in mind and body, and could do precisely what I wanted. I gathered my things and picked up the enormous strap-on, and returned to the bed.
I hopped up beside her and knelt by her body. She was breathing quickly, the anticipation evident on her face. I lightly brushed my nails across her shoulders, enjoying the way she shivered at my touch. Then I grabbed her arms and pinned them together on the flat of her back. With my other hand, I threaded the red ribbon around her wrists multiple times then tied the ends together in a tight knot. Summer struggled against the binding to test its limits, but found her arms completely secured.
“Nearly done,” I said pleasantly, stroking her soft blonde hair, “just one more thing.” I grabbed her hair and turned her head to face me. “Open your mouth,” I commanded. She obeyed dutifully, parting her glistening red lips wide. I paused for a tantalising few seconds, then took my bunched up panties and stuffed them in her mouth.
