Date: Wed, 7 Jul 2010 19:27:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: JB <bakerj32@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tommie 2 Tammie - Chapter 2 (TG)

Here's Chapter 2 of Tommie's story. Thanks to all of you who wrote such
supportive emails, encouraging me to write the next chapters.
Comments/suggestions/storylines are more than welcome - just drop me a note at
bakerj32@yahoo.com.

Thanks !

Jennifer

Prologue:

My name's Tommie - and this is the second chapter of my story in Denver. I'm
still in high school, and summers for me are an endless series of hotels while
my Mom & Dad work exhibit halls and trade shows. I'm 5'5" and 125 lbs with long
legs, barely any body hair, and long brown hair that reaches below my shoulders.
I like hotels because I rarely get noticed walking around and I can indulge my
lesbian, bondage, and feminine fantasies alone in my room, especially if I have
a good Internet connection.

When last we spoke (or wrote!), I was kneeling in my hotel room, facing the
window, wearing a sheer purple thong and black spike-heeled pumps, my hair is
down and brushed out, and I'm on a pillow that I was humping while I was
watching lesbian BDSM porn on my laptop and a beautiful older woman walked in on
me. Mistress Amanda has now gone next door to her
room...............................

Tommie 2 Tammie - Chapter 2:

About two minutes after she left (which seemed like an eternity) I heard the
snap of a lock that sounded like the room next door, and then voices as someone
was shown the room, and apologies were prolific. I couldn't actually hear who
was there, but I was pretty sure it was her. I continued to think about how sexy
this was when I was startled by the sound of a deadbolt snapping back, a door
opening, and then another door opening. Then, all I heard was someone moving
around in the other room. I dared not look, but I was nearly certain she had
opened the thru-doors.


That slight bit of uncertainty, however, made the next few minutes agonizingly
excruciating, and exciting, and terribly, terribly sexy. It was obvious now that
I could hear everything in her room - zippers on the suitcase, toiletries being
put away, and clothing being hung on hangars. Clearly, the door between our
rooms was wide open.

It seemed like forever, but probably only about 15 minutes, before there was a
change in sounds. I could hear her walking on her spike heels in the bathroom,
going in and out. I was guessing she was either getting undressed, or getting
dressed, or some combination thereof. It got very quiet, then the distinct
sounds of a phone being dialed. The sun was nearly below the horizon outside the
window I was facing, and with no lights on in my room, it was dark, and sexy,
and very, very quiet.

"Hello darling" I heard her say. "Are you on your knees?"

My heart skipped a beat, and I actually turned around, thinking she was in the
room with me. Then, I realized she was talking on the phone.

"I'm assuming all the chores are done, the dog is walked, and all my kitties
have been fed?" A short delay, then "Good, you may give yourself a reward
tonight. Since I"m not there, go in my bedroom and pick out a pair of heels, and
lick them as you masturbate. You may have as many orgasms as you like ! "

Another delay. "I love you, too, sweetie........be good to yourself, and
Mistress will be home to whip your bottom and make you happy in a few days.
Meanwhile, Mistress is going to find a toy and play with it. You may dream about
my hot, wet pussy, and make yourself come all you like".

Another delay - the person on the other end was talking.

"Your welcome, my sexy little slave. Now, go have fun. Good night, darling". It
became quiet again.

I didn't know if I should be jealous or aroused. I decided to be both. I hadn't
been able to tell if she was talking to a man, a woman, a boy or a girl, but in
my fantasies it would have been her lesbian lover. Either way, it was clear she
was dominant in her home life as well as when she walked in on teenage
cross-dressing boys ! It was just then that I heard water running (either the
shower or sink) for about five minutes. I don't know how long most women take in
the shower, but know my step-Mom takes long showers, so if it was the shower, it
was a quick one.

I began to notice that, even with the cushioning of the pillow, my knees were
getting sore. The sun was now completely below the horizon, my room was dark,
and I was still (after what must have been 45 minutes or more) kneeling
submissively, waiting for this mystery woman.

I heard more movement, then heels on the bathroom floor again, and then quiet.
The air in my room changed ever so slightly, then I detected a whiff of perfume
that still, to this day, creates an instant reaction in my penis. I didn't know
it then, but later I would learn that Lady Amanda wore 'Cinnabar' by Estee
Lauder, a very, very expensive fragrance. It's my all-time absolutely favorite
perfume, for obvious reasons. I was a virgin when I met her, and (hopefully) I
wouldn't be much longer, and Cinnabar is the reminder of the loss of my
innocence, and the single sexiest night of my life (up until now).

I heard, imperceptibly, the rustling of stockings. Stocking make a unique sound
when they rub against each other, and Mistress Amanda was rubbing her thighs
together as she slowly walked across the room. I was still facing the window,
still kneeling, and didn't see her, but the perfume, and stockings, and her
general aura invaded my senses. I felt a lightness of being the likes of which
I've never experienced before, or after. She could have told me to jump out the
window to my death, and I would have enjoyed the fall. I've never felt so erotic
in my life, either before then, or certainly not after.

Her first touch was gentle, a light handed caress across my shoulder. I heard
the rustle of her stockings as she squatted down behind me, and the tickle of
her long, blond hair as she gently kissed my neck. I leaned to the left, giving
her more access, and was rewarded with licking and sucking behind my ear, along
my neck, and down to my shoulders. This would be the first of many lessons as to
how many erogenous zones there really are.

"Are you ready to serve me, slut?" she whispered, with one hand on my other
shoulder, and the other gently caressing my ass cheeks. As she played, she ran a
finger under my thong, pulling the center strip tightly across my rectum. "Are
you ready to obey me completely?"

"Yes, Goddess" I replied. It wasn't until I spoke that I realized I was
trembling, and my legs were shaking. Was I nervous, or had I met my limit for
kneeling?

"Stand up, sweetie......and be careful. You've been kneeling for nearly an hour.
It's going to be hard to stand. I'll hold onto you".

I stood, and She was right, it was really, really difficult. I flexed my legs,
standing alternately on each spike-heeled pump as I got the blood flowing
through my knees. Mistress Amanda stood behind me, holding me by the shoulders,
I felt the smooth fabric of a bra covering her breasts as the pushed against my
back, and in the dark, as I turned, I saw the lace of a garter belt. She was
wearing the same pumps I saw earlier, and stockings, but I couldn't see colors
in the dark.


She turned me by the shoulders, and took my hands and pulled them around her
back,and then embraced me. I looked up at her, realizing that with her two
inches of extra height, and taller heels, she was dominating me physically.
Then, slowly, gently, and without warning, her lips touched mine, and for the
second time that evening I felt the 'unbearable lightness of being'. She held me
as a lover would , kissing me deeply, my mouth opening to meet her lips, her
tongue darting in and out, and I moaned, loving every minute of it. She broke
off the kiss, and pulled back, smiling at me with a beautific look that
penetrated straight to my heart.

"Walk across the room, and back, twice. Do it slowly, and show off for me,
darling". With that, she sat down in the lounge chair, pulling the
hassock/footstool towards her, and putting her feet up. Her long, sexy legs were
now fully displayed. Wearing only heels, hose, a garter belt and a sheer,
low-cut brassiere, Amanda was a picture perfect example of mature femininity. I
didn't stand a chance against this kind of sexuality - I could merely do what I
was told. It was clear, even in the dark, that there wasn't a bit of hair near
her pussy, but in the dark, I couldn't actually see her cunt lips. I desperately
wanted to, but didn't dare push it.

After two laps, wiggling my hips as I walked, feeling obscenely feminine and
submissive, and my legs feeling much better, I stopped in front of her.


"Go get your laptop" she said, and I complied. "Kneel here on my right, and set
the machine on the hassock". I did so, setting it so she could see the screen.

She reached down and ran her fingernails across my bottom while she leaned in
close to my ear. "Are you ready to show me all your deepest, darkest, kinkiest
fantasies, my darling?" she whispered.

"Yes, Mistress" I croaked, completely overwhelmed by her voice, her perfume, and
her touch. My God I was horny !

"Show me your most favorite website - after Chanda Lily, of course. I'm verrrry
familiar with that one already.....and not just from seeing you on the bed
jacking off to it! It's one of my favorites. I love Chanda's Australian accent,
and the way she fucks girls and makes them go down on her. I think she's on of
the sexiest women in the BDSM scene. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, Mistress" I replied, and then without warning she kissed my again, and
again her tongue was deep into my mouth.

"What's your favorite thing on her site?" she asked me, pulling away slightly.
She couldn't have been more than two inches from my face, and her beautiful
brown eyes were like lie detectors, looking right into my soul. "Be completely
honest with me, sweetie.....what makes this hard?" I felt her hand on my cock
again, fingernails raking it thru the slick fabric.

"I really like the whippings, and the girl-girl sex, and especially the strap-on
sex. It looks like she really enjoys fucking girls that way, even though it's
more domination than love-making."

Amanda eyed me curiously. "That's a very perceptive statement for such a young
person" she said. "Are you sure you're a virgin?"

"Yes, Ma'am." She eyed me even closer. "So you enjoy the domination aspect, the
exchange of power, and the loss of control?"

"Yes, Mistress. I like that most of all. I think the whippings and the forced
fuckings prove that she's in charge of her bitches."

"Do you imagine being fucked like one of those girls? When you masturbate, does
it excite you to imagine yourself in lingerie, bound over a table, with a
strap-on being shoved forcefully up your ass?"


I couldn't lie to her - she could feel how hard I was ! "Yes, Mistress.......I
think about it a lot.  I love to imagine a woman grabbing me by the hips and
thrusting her cock into me".

"Excellent !  So........show me your next favorite site.  Show me something
reallly kinky". She leaned back a little, but her fingernails stayed on my
thong, and her eyes were boring into me. I was amazed at the amount of details I
was willing to share with this willful woman who was a complete stranger to me.

I nervously selected 'whipping-gate', a German site where women were actually
whipped. I got to the home page. I rolled down thru the page, where there were
large, full-color sample photos of each video. Clearly, the beautiful young
women were not enjoying their modeling work, and the welts of the canes and
leather straps were clearly visible. Although most of the whippings were
administered by men, several videos were women on women, and I lingered on those
as I scrolled down. The scenes were realistic, and scenario-based, with prisons,
dungeons, and outdoor scenes.

She leaned in closer, and used her other hand to caress my already-hard cock
thru my thong. "Does this turn you on, slut?"
"Yes, Mistress". I noticed I was having trouble breathing.

"You can imagine yourself in that position, can't you, bitch?" she whispered,
her fingernails tracing across my cock and my ass simultaneously. We were
looking at a photo of a fully-dressed woman, known on the site as 'The
Instructress', wielding a whip to the bottom of a pretty girl in a dungeon. The
globes of her ass were flexing as the single-tail whip impacted the flesh, and
other photos showed deep, red welts across the girl's bottom and thighs.

"Oh, God, yes, Mistress" I panted, getting closer and closer to my peak. As if
she knew that, she leaned back and stopped.

"Do you have a membership?"

"No, Mistress, I just look at the trailers and samples. I don't have a credit
card".

"Hmm........we'll have to fix that later.  For now, show me the next site......
one that you like to jack off to when you're ready to come. Show me the one that
creates the really hot feelings in your loins."

I went to 'leslovevideo', which was a catalog, but they had a sample video for
almost every movie they sold. She leaned in closer, and began carressing my back
while I paged thru several different titles. She stopped me at one that featured
the inimitable Nina Hartley in a lesbian domination fantasy about a school for
lesbian slaves.

"Are there samples here?" she asked, clearly interested in the idea of the older
Ms. Hartley dominating the young girls pictured with her.

"Yes, Mistress, and I've watched this one before. Would you like to see it?"

"Of course........don't you?" With that, she kissed me gently on the cheek.

"Yes, M'Lady" I replied, trying out another of the superlatives she had given me
to call her. I selected the video trailer and we waited while RealPlayer loaded
up, and I felt a little dizzy thinking about the kiss on the cheek.

The trailer started, telling the story of Nina Hartley as the Headmistress of an
all-girl school that focused on lesbian training. I felt Amanda's one hand on my
back move to my ass as Ms. Hartley began paddling a young lady really, really
hard, and then Amanda began grabbing my cheeks harder when the trailer finished
with a dungeon whipping scene, followed by oral sex on the concrete floor
between two students while a third serviced the Headmistress on a
leather-covered table. I was breathing hard, and so was she, and it wasn't until
the short video was finished that I realized her other hand wasn't on me
anymore. I wasn't sure where it was, but I had a sneaking suspicion she was
playing with herself.

"You want to be a lesbian slave, don't you, darling?" she asked me, her other
hand re-appearing on the scene by sliding into my thong, and for the first time,
she actually touched my cock full-on. I was hard as a rock, and ready to come at
a moment's notice. She pulled the thong aside, and my cock and balls hung out in
the open.

"Yes, Mistress" I throatily replied, having difficulty speaking as I was almost
ready to come.

"Well, Tommie isn't an appropriate name for a lesbian slave, now is it? We need
a new name, a very feminine girl's name for my newly enslaved little slut. What
would you like for a name, whore?"

I was speechless. My cock was throbbing now, and I was scared that I would come,
and I didn't know if that was OK. I turned to look at her, pleading with my eyes
for relief, and in the soft glow of dim light from the window I saw her smile,
just before she leaned in and kissed me. She gently touched her lips to mine,
and discreetly slid her tongue into my mouth, and then the kiss became harder,
and more insistent, and her touch on my cock became lighter, and more teasing,
and I thought I would just scream with pleasure.

She broke off the kiss and leaned back, pulling her feet off the hassock.
"You'll be Tammie, which should be easy to remember" she said, crossing one leg
over the other so that her red spike-heeled pump was a mere two or three inches
from my erect member. She continued to lightly tease it, a rhythmic stroking
that had me ready to explode. "So, Tammie, would you like to come now?" she
asked, grinning from ear to ear, and clearly enjoying the complete and total
control she was exerting over me.

"Oh, God, YES, please, Mistress.......may I come?" I begged, in a voice louder
than I expected.

"You may spurt when you're ready, slut, but I want you to ensure the majority of
your come lands on the front of my shoes". With that, she uncrossed her legs,
put her feet up next to each other on the edge of the hassock, and spanked me
hard several times while she teased the head of my cock again and again.

To this day, I'm not sure I remember that orgasm. I do know I made a lot of
noise, so much so she shushed me, and smacked me harder on the bottom to get my
attention. I remember the incredible relief I felt, the enormous venting of
pressure, and then, as if it was the most important thing in the world, I
remember seeing my come all over her shoes as she pulled me over to her and
kissed me for what seemed like an eternity. I remember feeling so loved, so
owned, so dominated, so pleasured, so embarrassed, so humiliated, and so
completely, absolutely & totally aroused, sexy, and horny, I was convinced it
could never be this good ever again.

Her feet now down on the floor, she looked at me with a completely satsifed
expression on her face. SMACK ! She slapped me hard across the face, and then
carressed the cheek as it turned red. "Down, slut, and lick every little bit of
your come off my shoes. I want them sparkling clean in sixty seconds!" With
that, she pushed my face towards the floor.

I immediately put my elbows on the carpet, and without delay (and without
thinking about the taste) began lapping up the cream. It was salty, and kinda
slimy, but not too awful, and did NOT want to disappoint the vision of beauty
who was spanking my bottom gently while I licked. It only took a minute, and she
turned her feet this way and that to help me, and then I had the shoes clean.

"Lick my heels, slut" she commanded, crossing her legs again, and putting one
shoe up at eye level. I straightened up on my knees, stuck out my tongue, and
slowly touched it to the bottom of the spike heel while I looked into her eyes.


I ran the tip of my tongue in circles around the heel, and she sucked in her
breath. "Where EVER did you learn to be such a little pussy teaser, you sapphic
slut? she asked, grinning again, and then without any shame whatsoever, slid her
hands between her legs and spread her lips.


NOW I could see her cunt, and it glistened in the moonlight and attracted my
complete teenage attention. It was smooth-shaven, and beautiful, and she was
teasing her clitty with one middle finger, which she licked every so often and
touched it to her clit, which was standing up fully.


For the first time in my life, I was seeing a real clit, not just a video. This
fact was not lost on the Mistress. "Have you ever 'actually' tasted pussy,
Tammie?" she asked, sliding that same middle finger into her hole.

I was mesmerized. It took me a minute to answer, during which I began sucking
her heel in earnest, taking all four inches into my mouth, and then releasing
it. "No, Goddess" I replied, and wished I could have thought of something more
original to say. I was transfixed by the glistening wetness of her opening, and
I felt my entire self being sucked into that hole.

"Come here, and kneel facing me" she said, and with that, she slid her bottom
down in the chair so it was almost at the edge. I was speechless......I was
about to get my first lesson in cunnilingus, and frankly any soreness in my
knees was looooong since forgotten!

CHAPTER FOUR AND BEYOND: Tammie learns submissive sapphic slavery, learns how to
be a girl for her Mistress in private, and then takes the show on the road !