Date: Mon, 8 Nov 2004 12:35:57 -0800 (PST) From: Susan Tesoro Subject: Lesbian Labor Day Submission: Part 2 Lesbian Labor Day Submission: Part 2 by Susie T (susietreasure@yahoo.com) Disclaimer: (This story is not for minors or anyone offended by descriptions of sexual exploration between adventurous women. Feedback is welcome!) Part 2 Mistress lived on the third floor of a big townhouse. She slammed the door behind us after we entered her apartment and pinned my arms above me head and against the door as she kissed me passionately. My head was spinning from the drinks and lust. She kept my wrists together with her left hand and with her right she caressed my flank, my thighs and then my breasts. I gave a sigh as her warm hand played about my nipples. Mistress was so lovely, so beautiful, so forceful... Her features were refined and her skin olive: she looked Mediterranean, gorgeous. What had I been waiting for? Why had I resisted for so many years? I sank into her and pressed my pelvis against hers. She spread my legs apart with her knees, kissing, pressing, licking. "You are so luscious, my sweet little slut, my sweet little Susie!" She bit into my neck and brought her right hand up to my face and held my chin as she kissed me again. My arms were still pinned above my head. "On your knees" she whispered. I was breathing heavily and obeyed without hesitation. The apartment was dark but I could see Mistress by the light of the windows. She was removing her jeans. I could smell her aromatic pussy and I longed to tongue it. But she had other ideas first. She stood before me in her elegant heels, thong and black silk blouse. Her brown hair hung luxuriantly on her shoulders. She seemed to be about 30, and with a body to kill for. Mistress removed my vest very gently and then lifted my blouse up and away. Then she placed my leather vest back again, tying it loosely together at the bottom with its leather laces.... "I like you in leather, Susie, I like to see your breasts behind that lovely vest," she purred. "But I want your skirt off, now." I hurriedly undid the buttons at the back and unwrapped myself. She threw the skirt across the room. "Arch your back for me while you kneel, my little slut." I did as she asked, straining against the desire to thrust my face forward into Mistress's cunt. She knelt before me. "How's my little cowgirl?" she teased, obviously referring to my boots and vest. She kissed me on the lips but pulled my arms behind my back, and then she gathered my thong in her hand and lifted it upwards. Its pressure into my slit sent shocks through me, and now with two hands, one on my beckoning ass and the other in front, she yanked on the thong hard. "Do you like that, Susie?" she asked. "Oh, yes!" I exclaimed. She pulled harder and I began to squirm with wet delight. "Please keep still, slut." It was impossible. "Why are you so disobedient?" she asked softly. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mistress, I can't help it, you make me so fucking hot!" The first slap stung my cheek and made my head spin. "How dare you use obscenities with your Mistress?" She pulled my head back and slapped me even harder, this time on the mouth. "I know what you want, Susie, I know exactly what you want, and I'm going to give it to you, and even more: you'll get far more than you bargained for." Mistress stood up and grabbed my hair and violently jerked my head to and fro. "I saw it in your eyes at the bar, my little submissive slut," she whispered. "We're going to have quite a time this weekend." Weekend? I was growing mildly delirious with a mixture of desire and fear. What did she mean? What did she have in store? What the hell was I doing in this situation? Had I lost my mind? Mistress dragged me by my hair over to a sofa and had me kneel before it. She removed something from a side-table's drawer and within moments my hands had been bound behind me with cord. It was a curiously exhilarating feeling to give in to Mistress, to give up control. She now began to secure my wrists to my ankles, winding the cord around my boots to make sure my back would be arched while I was on my knees -- and to make sure I couldn't get to my feet even if I tried! My firm breasts jutted out and my hair hung languorously behind me and I knew I looked quite fetching. Mistress now untied the laces of my vest and pulled the vest back to expose my breasts. My nipples were crying for attention. I grew tired and began to sit back a little on my legs but Mistress sternly pulled me up. "I thought I told you to keep your back arched for me?" she said tenderly. "I'm sorry," I replied meekly. She offered the back of her hand to my lips and I kissed it instinctively. Then she slapped my cheek rather viciously. It was somehow a delicious feeling, the sting and burn of my cheek, the calling me to order. "Thank you, Mistress," I breathed out huskily, dreamily. She smiled down on me. "So, my dear Susie, what do you want?" "I want to please you," I said simply. "You look so wanton, such a whore...I think I'll make a record of this lovely image." Mistress sat before me on the sofa as I, on my knees, faced her and her delicious wet cunt, and the flash from a camera she had surreptitiously snatched blinded me. And another, and another, and another. "Just think what I can do with these, Susie!" she taunted. I blushed. "Now I have just one question for you, dear, just one...are you ready?" I gulped but nodded. "But I don't want you to answer hastily, so after I ask I'll give you some time to think." I was growing perplexed. "Susie, dear," she cooed as she lifted my chin, "will you do anything I ask, anything? Don't nod, don't answer, just savor the question. And if you do agree you will agree to put yourself completely in my hands, an utter stranger, and you will be my property until Monday evening, ready to do anything I bid. Don't agree unless you're willing to take the risk. If you refuse, which is what any sensible person would do, I'll simply unbind you and send you back to where you came from. But if you have the guts to go along with me, then one sweet wet pussy will be yours to lick tonight. And that's just the beginning." She stole away quietly leaving me on my knees in the dark, my breasts, my pussy aching, my whole body aflame. She knew I would never be able to refuse. When she returned she was completely naked except for her black heels. She sat before me and spread her legs. "If you agree, nod; if not, shake your pretty head." I nodded. She lay back at the end of the sofa and her feet rested on the cushions directly in front of me. "What are you waiting for?" she queried. I'd been so fixated on her pussy that I grew confused until realizing what I needed to do. I brought my lips to her elegant black pumps and slowly licked, first the sides, then the soles and then the heels. "Good girl," she murmured. I kept at it while she began to purr and the scent from her cunt grew even stronger and more irresistible. "I see you like degrading yourself...I like that in a slut." Then Mistress moved herself before me and spread her legs and held them up by her arms wide apart. "Keep your fucking back arched," she reminded me. I was mesmerized by the vision of her smooth-shaven pussy and tight puckered netherhole. "Do you like what you see?" she teased. "Oh, Mistress, I love it, I love it!" "How can it be that 2 hours ago I was serving you drinks and now you, a grown woman, a professional of some sort, is on her knees panting with lust for the cunt of a woman whose name you don't even know?" I breathed slowly. "You turn me on, Susie, you turned me on at the bar when I first laid eyes on you." I was speechless and so so horny and so so grateful... With a deft quick action she brought my face into her pussy and ground herself against my mouth. I was in a frenzy as I licked her, my entire face bathed in her juices as I began to work my tongue up her slit from the bottom, and back down again, and quickly sideways. I had thought so much about how I would eat a woman that it all seemed second nature, so easy, so exciting. My Mistress moaned as she now held her legs aloft and gave me free rein to pleasure her. And pleasure he I did, nibbling on her nether-bud's rim, pressing my tongue into her ass, sucking on it, and then moving up to her delectably pungent and slippery cunt. Mistress pulled my head away suddenly and I grew afraid, but it was only to lavish a long wet kiss on my submissive pleasuring lips. Then I was back at her pussy and ass again and I could feel her start to rumble and quiver. Her flat hard stomach began to contract and her pussy involuntarily thrust against my mouth and Mistress screamed freely in orgasmic delight. I drank her cum and shook my head from side to side against her mound and she wrapped her legs around my neck and pressed me harder against her, and as she bucked I slathered her clit and sucked up on it fiercely to send her into ecstasy. Oh yes, finally, finally I was fulfilling my dream! "You ... are ... so ... fucking ... good... Susie," gasped my lover. I still couldn't get enough of her cunt and thighs, so I nibbled and gently licked and kissed, taking care now to avoid her oversensitive bud. It felt so utterly natural to be bound before her, completely at her service, bound but yet so free in pleasing this beautiful dominatrix. And I wanted more ... more pleasing, more binding, more teasing.... I wanted her to tie me up or down and stretch me over or out and do whatever she fucking well wanted with me! Just then I heard a door open .....and into the apartment sauntered another woman whom I could barely discern in the dimness of the room and the haze of my frenzied lust. But as she bent over to kiss my exhausted Mistress I recognized her as the sexy blond who had kissed and danced with me at the bar. "Is she good, Gwen?" asked the girl. "Very good, my dear," answered Gwen, my erstwhile Mistress-lover. "I could barely wait to join you." She turned to me. "You like to please, don't you?" "Yes, Mistress," I replied. "I'm not your Mistress," she said, smirking, "I'm Gwen's special pet, Heather." "Yes, Heather," I smiled. "Well, with Gwen's permission, I'd like you to please me now." "Turn me on, Heather," whispered Gwen. "Do you have a name?" asked Heather. "Susie" I answered softly. "Well, Susie, I'm going to strip for you and Gwen, so why don't you relax." Heather was a beauty: about 5'6" and no more than 115 lbs dripping wet. Her thighs were hard and smooth and toned. Her breasts were small and firm, her stomach so flat...Her blond hair was short, and I remembered our delicious kiss at the bar as she slowly removed her clothes for us. After she had stripped elegantly to nothing but a skimpy thong she pirouetted and stood before me. Gwen meanwhile had moved to the end of the sofa, obviously enjoying the show. "Now Susie, dear, can you finish it for me, can you get these off with your lovely little mouth?" I grasped the top of the thong with my teeth and then leaned back: it was difficult the way I was bound, having to slide backwards as I tried to lower her undergarment. Heather kept her legs together and after barely a minute I had lowered the thong to her ankles. My back was bent over and my head at her beautiful feet as she stepped out. "Good work, Susie. Now get yourself up and arch your back for me." I did as told. Heather then turned around facing the sofa, extended her arms so that they reached and rested on the tops of the back cushion, and spread her legs. Her magnificent ass was inches from my face. Just as I licked my lips, ready to snake my tongue out to pleasure this sultry gal Gwen's hand came down hard across her buttocks. "Oh, yes, Gwen," Heather cooed. Gwen repeated the spanking to Heather's clear delight and then she grasped her buttocks and spread them apart for me. I didn't hesitate a second. I attacked Heather's netherbud with delicate ferocity, pressing my hungry lips over its rim and flicking and darting my tongue in her succulent orifice. The smell was sweet and incredible and the taste of her was exquisite. Occasionally Gwen would release Heather's cheeks to smack them or to use a hand to press my face further into Heather's bum. I felt like an animal and I wished that my own hands had been free to roam along Heather's muscular back and torso and smooth thighs and calves... Heather was sighing and squirming and Gwen commanded me not to let my tongue stray to her pet's pussy. "I want her to beg, Susie, I want Heather to grovel for a pussy-licking." And grovel she did, while I hardened my tongue and pushed it past her sphincter, in and out, and while Gwen kneaded and spanked her pet's ass viciously, eliciting screams. "My god, Gwen, please, please let her kiss my cunt, please! I need to cum, I need to explode! Please, honey, let her do me right!" Gwen pulled my head back suddenly and Heather gasped in frustration. "No, don't stop now, c'mon Gwen, c'mon Susie, I'm dying!" she screamed. "On your back, bitch!" commanded Gwen, " and you stay where you are" she added to me. I remained in position, back arched, hands bound to my ankles. Heather rolled over and Gwen guided her ass to the edge of the sofa. Then turning her back to me Gwen, with her beautiful long dark hair, settled her pussy on Heather's face. She reached behind her and grasped Heather's ankles to lift her legs aloft and spead them open wide. "Now, Susie, lick that luscious cunt for me, sweetie," she ordered. I leaned forward and plunged into Heather's copiously wet cunt, spitting on it, lathering it, pressing my nose and lips into the folds of her pink labia, sliding my chin along her slit, tonguing and sucking her hard clit like a madwoman. My face was completely wet. I pulled on her labia with my teeth and then bit down with exquisite delicacy on her swollen clitoris, sending Heather over the top. She exploded and I thought she would have leapt off the couch were it not for the weight of Gwen's cunt across her face and the iron-like grip that held her legs. "That's it, pinch my nipples, my pet," screamed Gwen, "lick me baby, lick your lover's cunt!" Gwen heaved and shuddered over Heather's muffled orgasmic groans and after several minutes she let loose her hold on Heather and finally dismounted. She turned to kiss me tenderly on the lips and to stroke my moist and matted hair. I myself was completely aflame, yearning desperately to be touched, pinched, prodded, caressed, stroked, slapped -- anything! I wanted to cum so badly -- I was truly crazed with desire. Gwen knelt behind me and unbound my hands. "Oh, Gwen," I murmured in desperation. She kissed the nape of my neck gingerly and lifted me to my feet and nodded for me to stretch myself out on the sofa. My ankles were bound still. Heather pushed my feet up to my ass (I of course still wore my cowboy boots) and removed my thong before pulling my thighs wide apart. Gwen stretched and held my arms behind my head. My leather vest was flung open leaving me gloriously and utterly vulnerable, utterly in my captors' power, and craving hungrily for release. Heather lifted my bound legs up and then slid her lithe body between them to lay upon me. She kissed me full on the lips as her warm taut flesh pressed against mine, breast to breast, pussy to pussy. Her eager hands found my nipples and pinched and squeezed them mercilessly sending shocks to my beckoning cunt. I kissed her with fervor and Gwen graciously released my arms so I might embrace Heather freely, so I could pull her hair, caress her wonderfully firm ass and guide her grinding pussy against mine. I came in waves, wave upon wave, delirious in ecstasy as I drifted off into a brief dream. I awoke a short time later alone, bound hand and foot to the four corners of a welcoming soft bed, and in the dark I thought of the sweetness of my perverse desire to submit. What would my friends or relatives say if they knew how I had degraded myself, if they knew that even worse (or better!) was to come from the person they thought of as kind and honest and moral and decent? They might like me even more, I mused mischievously, before falling fast asleep. (to be continued)