Date: Thu, 11 Dec 2008 11:15:06 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Dominating Kasey (lesbian/ authoritarian, f/F) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a teenager and a woman. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2008 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay699@yahoo.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Dominating Kasey By Jan It all started the day I went shopping for underwear at the mall. I headed straight for "Victoria Secret." I had just turned 18-years old, and had my mother's credit card in hand. I gathered up a variety of items, with the help of the attractive clerk. Her name tag proclaimed that her name was Phyllis. Phyllis was so attractive I could not help being attracted to her. I was not sure how old she was, but she had to be in her fifties. She just looked much younger than her age. She was a very elegant looking woman. Everything about her was very professional looking. She had on a silver-gray business suit with a lavender blouse under the jacket. Her pumps were lavender too, with a moderate heel. She had a gold chain around her neck, with matching earrings. Her bleached blond hair was styled in a very tight French curl without a hair out of place. It was obviously professionally done, and it had a soft texture. Her eyes were a blue very much like "Elizabeth Taylor", and can be called lavender. She had a wide smile that made you feel like she was your friend the minute you met her. At the time I was struggling with my feelings about my attraction to women. The town we lived in was Old mill Creek, Illinois a suburb of North Chicago. I had been raised in a blue collar neighborhood where girls typically were boy crazy at an early age. Most of my friends talked about nothing else. Most of their families would have been shocked to find out just how young they had been the first time they had sex with boys. Very few of my friends were virgins by the time they entered high school. Girls in my community were not supposed to be attracted to other girls sexually. From an early age I had been attracted to other girls, and even some women. When I entered high school, I took an art class that had a very attractive young teacher. I had a crush on her the moment I saw her. Nothing ever came of it, I suspect she knew I had a crush on her, but she had no interest in that kind of relationship. I still felt guilty about the feelings, that woman aroused in me. Phyllis was also arousing the same kind of feelings. Phyllis kept assuring me that I would look sexy in this or that item of lingerie as I selected various kinds of panties, bras and nylons. She helped me select some that I would have been embarrassed to allow anyone to see me in. She insisted that I try them on. I eventually took the lingerie into one of the changing booths and tried them on. She was very skillful in manipulating me into buying some of the items I would have been too shy about wearing in public, even if they were under clothes. I never knew just how submissive I was to women, especially beautiful, strong willed women! I bought the lingerie and took them home. I only put on the really sexy stuff in the privacy of my room. I started going back to Victoria Secret almost every other day. I learned that her name was Angelica. She was very friendly, and we talked about clothes and other things while she selected more items for me to try on. It was not as if I was going to buy them, or anything. I just liked trying them on, and talking to her. Phyllis was growing bolder too. One afternoon she walked into the dressing room with me while I was standing there looking at myself in the mirror. I was admiring the look of the lingerie on me. She complimented me on how attractive I looked, and kissed me on the cheek. I was too shocked to respond. She only advised me to buy the sexiest items, and always advised about sale items that would save me the most money. One afternoon, she told me it was her break time, and asked me if I would like to go on break with her. I agreed to join her, and we headed for the employee's parking lot. We got in the back seat of her car and she wrapped her arms around me and started kissing me gently on the mouth. I was overwhelmed with the thrill of it all. She smelled so nice and she was so gentle the way she held me. When she felt my breast, I could not believe how much it made me tingle. She placed her hand under my dress, and stroked my panties very gently until I actually climaxed. It was wonderful even though I felt soooo naughty and guilty afterwards. I didn't say anything when we got out of the car. I went home to think about what had happened. Of course, I had to return to visit Phyllis again. She was married, so she didn't like to have me around when her husband was home. We would make arrangements to meet at her house when we were sure we would be alone. The first time I saw her home I was very impressed. It was a huge home, and the landscaping was out of this world. I had only seen homes like that on television or magazines. She took me on a tour of her home; her closet was bigger than my bedroom. She had enough shoes to stock a shoe store. I was thinking she could, totally be, my sugar momma. As we wondered through the house, she insisted that I had to remove an article of clothing in each room. I can assure you, I was totality naked before we were half way through the house. She came up with a rhinestone studded dog collar that she fastened around my neck with a leash attached. She led me by the neck through the remainder of the house. When we finally came to the entertainment room, I could not believe all of the gadgets they had. The LCD television on the wall was monstrous. The sound system was hidden, so that you could not even see the speakers. The control panel could pipe sound throughout the house. While I was taking in all of the toys, Phyllis produced a couple of pairs of nylons she must have picked up, while we were in the bedroom. She led me to the coffee table, and forced me to lay face down on the table, and she tied me to it. That way I could not protect myself when she spanked me. When she was satisfied that my butt and the backs of my thighs were red enough, she knelt behind me, and spread my butt cheeks. She actually licked my crack, and asshole. I could not believe she would do anything like that. She deliberately would not let me cum. She would bring me right to the edge of climaxing, and then she would stop until I calmed down. It was a delicious torture that drove me crazy for hours, until there was nothing she could do to stop me from having the most mind blowing climax I had ever had. I was addicted to the sex she gave me. Another time Phyllis took me into her big backyard where she had a very ornate gazebo as a center piece. She led me out there, after I had removed all of my clothes. She used a silken rope to tie my hands over my head, and suspend me to the rafters in the middle of the gazebo. She pulled the rope up until I was standing on my tiptoes, then she swatted my bottom, breasts and even between my legs with a leather paddle. She also, attached metal clothespins to my nipples and my labia. I was scared to death that someone would see me. Phyllis, must have read my mind, because she assured me that no one could see us. She added, she was not sure if the neighbors could not hear my moans, as she pulled on one of the clothespins on my tit, until I moaned very load. The pain was a turn on to me. I had become, totally, submissive to her every demand. When she let me down I performed every oral act she requested. I loved sucking on her tits, and found that I was a natural pussy licker. It surprised me that I was so willing to lick her ass too. She also had a foot fetish, and insisted that I lick her toes, and her feet. I would do anything she requested. One time when I was tied to a bed, she removed her pumps and nylons before she stuck her toes into my pussy. She drove me to distraction rubbing my clit with her big toe, before she stuffed it in my vagina. When I climaxed she made me suck her toes clean. Whenever I visit her the only clothing I'm allowed to wear is tennis shoes and socks, the sexiest panties possible and the rhinestone dog collar. It seems even naughtier if Phyllis is fully dressed. When we go out in public, she tells me what to wear. There are times when I am told to wear some sexy panties she just sold me, and have me sit facing other women in restaurants, and make sure the women see my panties, while I masturbate for them to see. At other times I am told not to wear any panties at all, and short skirts so that my ass can be seen, while we are walking in the malls. Some times while she is driving up to the mall she plans on exhibiting me, she has me stuff a battery powered vibrator in my pussy. She carried the remote control, so that she can turn it on in the most embarrassing locations. One afternoon she took me to a religious book store that sold all kinds of religious things, like candles, icons and religious recordings. She waited until there were only women in the store, before she turned the vibrator to the highest setting, and watched the little old ladies reacted to me moaning through a climax. I was terribly embarrassed as the little old ladies looked at me, confused by my moaning, and my face contorted as if I was in pain. There was one sweet little old woman that approached me, and asked if I was sick, before she smelled the stink of my pussy. She could not get away from me fast enough, when she figured out I was climaxing right in the middle of the religious store. Phyllis was standing far enough from me, so that no one would know we were together. They just thought I was some sort of person possessed by the devil. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay699@yahoo.com