Date: Sat, 1 Sep 2007 17:08:26 -0400
From: M Horton <2981notrohrm@gmail.com>
Subject: Slave Girl Nina Part 1

"She didn't know I was watching her undress. But with a body like that,
who wouldn't want to watch? I had asked my dad to fix the crack in my
wall for years, but for the first time, I was glad he didn't. Her smooth,
chocolate skin, her long, perfect hair, and that backside that never
ended...it was hard enough to believe she was 47 and even harder to
believe that she was my aunt.

Yes, she was family. Yes, we were both women. And yes, I was only 18 and
going off to college in two months. That didn't mean anything to me; I
loved watching just the same. I did it every night before she went to
bed; the fact that she slept naked only made it easier.

She turned off the TV and finished smoking her last cigarette; watching
her smoke was even hotter than watching her undress. I enjoyed a smoke as
I watched her do the same; I thought about how she got me started the
last time she lived with us. I was attracted to her then, and I loved
watching her now.

I thought everything about her was perfect. Her body, her beautiful butt,
her disregard for her older, more successful brother...she was everything
a secret girl-watcher like myself could ever love.

I looked at the clock, reading 11:30, and back at my aunt, who decided to
sneak another cigarette. I felt a little warm, so I took off my top and
rubbed my breasts as I watched my seductress of an aunt smoke in bed. It
was for the best that she locked her door at night, but there was no way
I was letting another opportunity pass me by tomorrow.

I stripped naked and played with myself as I watched her put out what had
to be the last smoke of the night. She stretched her perfect, dark
chocolate body out on the bed, and as I climaxed, I imagined myself
placing my well-formed body on her perfect figure, kissing her sweet,
delicious lips, and caressing her gorgeous, chocolate body as she did the
same to me.

As I drifted off to sleep, never bothering to put my clothes back on, I
mumbled,

'Oh yeah, Aunt Debbie, That's how I like it,'

Among other things, still feeling the effect of the most powerful climax
of my life. I have never had any stimulation like Debbie before. Yes,
I've fantasized about women since I was old enough to understand sex, and
my dad thinks I don't date boys because I'm too wrapped up in studying
(and I am, but in addition to studying my work, I love studying
cheerleaders and field hockey players, too.)
I woke up the next morning and went about my business, only with the
image of my luscious aunt in my mind all day. I wondered if she was
calling her ex-lover trying to get back with her. It wasn't as if she had
anything else to do.

But as I went about my job, she came through my line and started chatting
me up. Debbie really is a nice lady outside of her sexual
irresistibility; she was always my favorite aunt growing up. She was even
more my favorite in that low-cut top, tight pair of jean shorts,
sunglasses she never bothered to take off, and a nice designer purse
carrying her ex-lover's credit cards and three packs of Newports.

It took everything I had not to leap across the counter and start making
out with her. But I decided that night that she was mine. I took her
bedroom key out of her purse without her seeing me. I handed it to the
cute cashier next to me and asked her to make a copy of it. She did,
mainly because she wanted me.

Debbie never used the key, so she wouldn't miss it; her bedroom door
locked from the inside. I had my own copy of her key, though, and I could
get in whenever I wanted, and I spent my day planning how I was going to
seduce my sexy, unsuspecting aunt.

I played it cool during the evening, chatting her up on the back porch
and asking her about her last lover. Debbie was thrown out by her last
lover for being her usual lazy self; she never worked a day in her life
and wanted a well-off woman to support her. Well, who didn't? She told me
I would make a very lazy man happy one day with my dedication to my work.
She had no idea.

I had the day off tomorrow, so I stayed up late and watched a little TV.
Debbie did the same; all she did was sit around in her room watching TV
in her clothes. Yes, she looked hot in that tank top and jean shorts, but
I didn't plan my seduction of my aunt to see her clothed. I felt like she
was never going to get undressed.

After midnight, long after the rest of my family had gone to sleep, she
finally started to show some signs of getting tired. I got to watch her
smoke, and even in her clothes, she looked delicious when she did. I was
down to my black bra and thong, the outfit I intended to seduce her in. I
was furiously grabbing my breasts through my bra, but she wasn't getting
naked. Did she somehow know I was watching?

She shut off the TV and got up to face the window. I watched her
glorious, extra-large backside packed into those jean shorts that could
never hope to fit it. Finally, the top came off, and the bra followed.
She wasn't facing toward me, but she had to in order to get the lights. I
waited.

And the shorts dropped. Then the panties. She wasn't wearing slutty
underwear. That was the first thing that would change after I was
finished with her. If I was going to watch my gorgeous aunt undress, I
wanted to see that backside in a thong. I had a big, beautiful butt, too,
and I showed it off with naughty thongs; she should do the same.

She laid down in bed enjoying her 'last' cigarette of the night, so I had
a little time. I grabbed the key out of my jeans and, without a word,
crept into the hallway to enter her room. Without making so much as a
sound, I opened the door and found Debbie distracted by her cigarette.

I closed the door and looked her naked body over before she even saw me
in all my delicious, chocolate, curvaceous beauty. Her own niece had
caught her naked in her bedroom. She didn't know what to say. All she
could muster was,

'Nina, what the--'

She set her cigarette aside as I jumped into bed with her. I ran my hand
along her perfect body and kissed her. She was too stunned to kiss back
at first; I think she thought she was in big trouble, and she was. I was
about to execute my plan to make my aunt Debbie mine.

Soon, instead of resisting, Debbie kissed back. I don't think she knew I
was a lesbian. I was really good at keeping secrets, which is why my dad
didn't know she slept naked and why her last lover didn't find out Debbie
had been cheating on her with a 20-year-old stripper. Or, more
accurately, thirteen of them. At the same time.

I enjoyed the last of Debbie's cigarette with her as we rubbed our bodies
together; my thong was wet with anticipation and lust for my beautiful
lover. As we put the smoke out, I blindfolded her and told her,

'Take off my bra, lover.'

She used her hands at first, but I said,

'No, baby. With your teeth.'

It gave me an excuse to run my hands along her naked, delicious body
while she worked on getting me naked.
Or so I thought. She took it off without trouble, telling me,

'There's a lot you don't know about me.'

The next to drop was my thong, also with her slave teeth; she then ran
her tongue up my body and back into my mouth. I kissed her for what felt
like forever. I loved feeling her delicious, sexy tongue touching mine.

She caressed my back and my butt, and I did the same to her. It was
easily her best feature. With one hand, she was grabbing my backside;
with another, I didn't know what she was doing and I didn't care. She was
mine. I was seducing her, and my plan was going into action. And she was
a hell of a kisser. That was something I knew a lot more about than what
I let on.

She turned over and got on top of me; my hands rested nicely behind my
back. She broke the kiss and moved down to go down on me; I spread my
legs for her, and she dove right in, playing with my legs a bit, too.

Then suddenly, she stopped, and she slapped my legs together, and I
couldn't get them apart. I tried to move my hands, only to realize I was
handcuffed. She opened her bedside drawer and pulled out a ball gag, and
she stuffed it in my mouth! I thought I was seducing her, but she turned
the tables on me, and I was so lost in love with my gorgeous aunt that I
didn't see it coming.

She straddled me and said,

'You naughty little bitch. You thought you could just come in here, get
me all horny, and have your way with me, and then blackmail me to your
father, didn't you?'

I nodded in obvious fear. She replied,

'Your daddy knows I'm a lesbian. He knows everything about me. And if he
finds out about us, I'll tell him you seduced me. So from now on, you're
my bitch. You got it?'

I again nodded.

She took the gag ou of my mouth and forced me to kneel over the bed. My
face was staring directly at her spread legs. She had long since lost the
blindfold and was now putting it on me. She wrapped her legs around my
head tightly, so I couldn't just duck out. I knew what she wanted.

I started licking. My new mistress wanted to be pleased, and I wanted to
please her. Her take-charge attitude was a huge turn-on, as was her
turning the tables on her mischievous niece. I had it all planned out. I
was going to seduce her, make love to her tonight, and blackmail her into
being my sex slave until I had her eating out of the palm of my hand.
Then, when I graduated and got a nice job, she would move in with me and
be my live-in maid and sex slave. It was too perfect. And so was she.

But as I was pleasuring her, my thoughts of wanting to make her scream
were mixed with how she must have known about my plan. She wanted that
room because she knew I was watching her. And I knew she thought she
caught me kissing another girl after basketball practice last year. She
told me she believed it wasn't me kissing my beautiful teammate. But it
was me, and she knew it.

And she knew I was attracted to her, and she played it up as much as
possible. So she plotted to have me seduce her so she could always say I
came onto her, and now she has me right where she wants me - with my
hands and feet in cuffs, my head held prisoner by her gorgeous legs, and
my tongue at her service.

For something that turned out so wrong, it felt so incredibly right. I
was at her service. I was tongueing her, and I was loving every second of
it. I smelled her delicious cigarette as she enjoyed both my tongue and
her smoke. I only wished I could watch her or share it with her.

I tongued my goddess to climax once, but she wasn't even close to done
with me. I continued, working faster and deeper and giving her one climax
after another. And she squeezed tighter with every one of them.

I couldn't stop if I wanted to; I was hers. I didn't care who heard her
scream; I was loving this. She laid back, still not loosening her legs,
and she called me every name she could think of. Being degraded and
called filthy names by my own aunt while I used every ounce of strength
my tongue had to make her climax - there was no sexier experience in my
entire life. I wanted her to own me. I wanted to be her bitch, her slut.
I would drop everything for the goddess who was degrading me.

I brought my beautiful mistress to climax for what had to be the eleventh
consecutive time, and she was finally spent. She collapsed flat on the
bed, spread her perfect legs, and reached for a cigarette. I stopped as
she lit up, desiring a lust-filled kiss with my goddess, but she looked
down at me and said,

'I didn't say to stop, bitch.'

Still restrained, I continued. She tasted like absolute sweetness, and I
was incredibly excited while I served her. I wanted her to spank me, to
degrade me physically, and to mark me as her property. But most of all, I
wanted her to scream like she had never screamed before. I wanted to be
caught in the act. I wanted everyone to know what a filthy slut I was and
how I seduced my goddess of an aunt.

She lifted her legs up and let me tongue her gorgeous butt. I buried my
face between her perfect, extra-large cheeks that couldn't possibly fit
in the tight jean shorts she loved to wear. I darted my tongue into her
and out, making her scream with even more intensity. She was moaning but
seeming disinterested at the same time; her indifference was a major
turn-on for a worthless slut like me.

I brought her to a twelfth and most intense climax with my slut tongue in
her tight butt. No one had ever been back there with anything but a
tongue; I could tell easily. And I loved how it felt firm but bounced
like the heavenly backside it was.

Her screaming had to wake half the neighborhood; I didn't mind a bit. I
was hers, and her butt was for me to pleasure. She set her butt on my
face while I tongued her like the bitch I was, giving her one aftershock
climax after another with each one becoming more powerful. She started
off shouting nasty names at me; she was now only shouting wordless
shouts.

I let her rest for a minute before she strapped her legs around my face
again and demanded more. I wasn't even close to tired, and neither was my
gorgeous goddess. She took no time at all to be brought to more
successive climaxes, each more intense than the last. She couldn't stop
screaming, and I couldn't stop making her.

I was absolutely in love with her. Her legs were wrapped as tightly as I
could imagine around my slut face, and my tongue was working overtime. I
was in her power. I was always in her power; this was always my fantasy.
She commanded, and no matter how slutty or degrading it was, I obeyed.
Without question.

I lost count of the number of times she got off, and I think she did too.
But in the middle of my pleasuring of my beautiful, angelic demon, I had
a feeling I was being watched. I was always so self-conscious before, but
I didn't stop. My new lover was all I cared about. Pleasing her,
worshipping her, and being degraded by her; it was all I lived for. And I
didn't care who knew it.

As she wound down, she lit another cigarette and laid back, probably
expecting another round with my slut tongue that I was more than happy to
give. She turned toward the now-open door and saw my mother standing
there in her nightgown. She looked at us once and said,

'Don't let me bother you.'

I wasn't going to. I was too lost in lust with my new goddess. And she
didn't, either.
Mom actually pulled up a chair and watched her daughter be humiliated by
the woman she lusted after. She knew it was well past two in the morning,
but with all the screaming, she couldn't sleep anyway. Aunt Debbie handed
her a pack of cigarettes, and Mom stripped naked and enjoyed the show.

Mom got to watch me get my butt paddled for what felt like forever, and I
loved every minute of it. Debbie was forceful, rough, and loved to
inflict pain. I knew she dominated every woman she was with, and she was
the best at it. I moaned like a little bitch through my gag, and Debbie
slapped my face as often as she could. She took no backtalk from me, but
I gave it just so she would smack me.

My butt was incredibly sore from the intensity of the paddling, but she
gave me no time to complain after she switched to a leather whip. It felt
like heaven the way that leather cracked my bottom. I loved the feeling
even as it stung me. I still wasn't allowed to see the tools she was
using to humiliate me, but I could sense my mother's presence and listen
to her play with her breasts and pleasure herself to the sight of her
daughter being whipped was the most humiliating thing I could imagine.
And I loved the feeling more than anything.

If not for the gag, I would have begged Mom to join in humiliating me,
but she preferred to watch and enjoy the show. The men of the house were
sound asleep and wouldn't be woken by a fireworks show in their ears, let
alone in the guest bedroom. The house was all ours, and the lashings
across my nice backside were my reminder that I could never mess with the
best. And my aunt Debbie was the best.

Mom got up and seemed to lay on the bed, and I felt her legs press around
my head. She wanted me to go down on her, and I was hers in a heartbeat.
The two ladies used me like I had never been used before, and Mom's
unkempt body was mine to enjoy. She tasted like ecstacy; there was
something very familiar about enjoying her, as if I was going down on a
stronger, rougher version of myself.

All the while, Debbie whipped me, and I could do nothing to stop her. My
tongue was busy working my beautiful mother over. The two ladies had
teamed up to humiliate me, and I wanted nothing more than to be their
bitch. I was lost in lust with both beauties, and the pain and
humiliation they inflicted was the most wonderful feeling I could ever
imagine.

Debbie turned my dark-chocolate butt a bright cherry red with her whip,
and Mom enjoyed being brought to climax almost as many times as Debbie
had. She was spent after that, but they knew there was one thing left
that they had to do.

I wanted my breasts to be punished, and I wanted to be brought under
their spell.

Mom took a whip and lashed my gorgeous breasts repeatedly. My very
sensitive nipples enjoyed the touch of leather, and my slut nature
enjoyed the punishment. Debbie continued on my butt while Mom worked on
my breasts as fast as she could. It wasn't hard to make me feel pleasure
just from my nipples being lashed; I had achieved orgasm from a bra that
was too tight before. Numerous times. I was very sensitive to sexual
pleasure.

She worked me over in a very tight pattern; one breast go a lashing and
then the other in a continuous motion. All the while, she was telling me
everything I needed to know about being her slave. I couldn't argue with
anything she said, nor did I want to. I was in her power.

She was now no longer my mom, but my mistress, and as such, she was now
Mistress Lara, and my aunt was Mistress Debbie. I was to answer to any
degrading name they chose to call me. I was theirs and theirs alone to
use as they pleased and to give to others to use. I was to be naked at
home at all times, and I was to wear miniskirts and thong bikinis in
public, even to my job and to class. I would obey her every word.

I would be marked as property of my mistresses. I never wanted anything
more. They were getting me tattooed in an obvious place. I wanted the
world to know I was a slave to my mistresses. They wanted me shaved at
all times and my long hair kept in a ponytail for their use. I was at
their command.

Mistress Lara brought me to climax with the whip repeatedly, and fromn
that point, I was theirs. I was their naked slave to do with as they
pleased. I was more in love with both of them than I had ever been with
anything or anyone; I served only them, and I cared only to serve them.

My mistresses agreed that I had been punished enough, and so they took my
gag out and uncuffed me. We enjoyed a nice, luscious threesome for the
rest of the night into the morning, where my dad saw what we had done. He
didn't say anything, of course, and just let us go about our business as
we wanted. His wife was now cheating on him with his sister and his
daughter, right under his nose. He couldn't do anything, nor did he want
to.

My mistresses and I have been madly in love for the last year, and I
don't mind telling everyone I'm a lesbian love slave. I have a nice
tattoo on my lower back that says 'Property of Mistresses Lara and
Debbie.' My best friends know I'm an incest slave, and all of them use it
to blackmail me into sexually serving them. I'm owned now by my gorgeous
mother, my delicious aunt, two sexy basketball players, a cheerleader, a
Goth, a part-time dominatrix, and the entire field hockey team. I spent
so much time between sexy female legs that I hardly have time to study,
but I solve that in other ways..."