Date: Fri, 2 Feb 2018 18:27:21 -0500 From: DocMagnus Subject: To My Mistress - A Tale of Lesbian Seduction To My Mistress - A Tale of Lesbian Seduction (F/F, D/s,Humiliation, WaterSports, Toys, Consensual) by DocMagnus 2017 =============================================================================== To My Mistress - A Tale of Lesbian Seduction Chapter 1 =============================================================================== I don't know what it was about her. She captivated me.Not at first, of course. When I first laid eyes on her, she unnerved me. Theway she talked to me made me uncomfortable. I would never truly get comfortablewith her, but then that's the way it should be. For she was my Mistress, and Iloved her, quirks and all. I worked at the Crichton-Smythe luxury hotel in London.Centrally located in the Soho district, right around the corner from ForbiddenPlanet, which excited my boyfriend of the time to no end. In retrospect, I nowsee that his preference for going through shelves of graphic novels overpulling my panties down was a sign that he was hardly fiancé material. I used totell myself that he was "imaginative". But that was before the first genuinelyimaginative person I've ever met in my life showed up. The Crichton-Smythe was also directly across the streetfrom a high-end lingerie shop. Why couldn't I help gazing at it for hours onend every day? Was it because I was possessed by uncontrollable fantasies ofwhat a life in fishnets and black lace would be like? Maybe. But the moreprosaic reason was that the shop was directly in my sightline for the durationof my shifts. Oh well, at least I wasn't stuck looking at Forbidden Planet. Itwouldn't be until I finally entered the shop that I would discover it dealtwith far more than lingerie. I had been working the front desk at the Crichton-Smythefor nine months. I was one of those cute little 20-something girls that you seeat every front desk of every hotel worth staying at. I was attractive, with aslight edge, but no hint of any femme fatale leanings. Husbands found meappealing, but wives weren't unduly threatened by me. My figure was just on theright side of curvy, and worked well in concert with my reddish dark bob withbangs. I was perky, but not obnoxiously so, and organized. In short, I was verygood at my job, and I knew it. As Monte, my Manager, had made clear in myemployment interview, I fit a very particular type of personality that allluxury hotels seek for their front desk staff. There was no implied sexism there. It was refreshinglyimplicit. Monte was very clear with his blunt appraisal of my assets, and howthey were ideal for the position. He said if I didn't like it, I was free toseek employment elsewhere. However, the job he was offering paid significantlybetter than any commensurate positions. He also gave me his solemn promise thatno sexual harassment of any kind would be tolerated, from either employees orcustomers. One word from me, and he'd throw Sir Mick Jagger out on his ear ifit came to it. I decided to trust Monte, and he proved to be as good as hisword, until Camille came along. To My Mistress - A Tale of Lesbian Seduction Chapter 2 =============================================================================== It was the middle of a busy summer day. Check-ins wereconstant. I was finishing up a check-in on my terminal at the front desk when avoice caught me by surprise. "Hello dear, could you check me in, please?" Where had she come from? No one had ever snuck up on melike that before. I prided myself on always being aware of everything andeveryone in the lobby. And that voice: husky, definitely mature enough to be myaunt. American, but cultured. Probably from East Coast money. Wonder if she wasa Connecticut type, or elite enough to rate something in the Hamptons? "Yes, yes, just a moment, please", I said while I finishedup. This was the first time I'd ever betrayed even a hint of impatience with aclient (we called them clients, not guests, or customers. One screw-up on thispoint led to a very short meeting with HR). "Fine, dear. Take your time. I'm sure it'll be worth it." I finished and looked up. The owner of that voicebelonged to a very striking woman. Mature, I'd say in her late 40's or early50's. Smartly dressed in something dark, casual, and expensive. The necklaceand earrings looked expensive too. She was in good shape. Maybe a little curvy,but it looked like she used her gym membership. Maybe she owned the gym. Her hair was a dirty blonde that looked like constantwork for her preferred hair designer. It waved almost down to her shoulders,with finely sculptured bangs. I'll bet she rocked that Aniston style twentyyears ago. Her skin was slightly pale, but looked great. Arranged her lifearound her spa treatments apparently. But it was the eyes that really did something to me.Brown, with little flecks of yellow in them. The kind of penetrating stare thatwould have put my old school headmistress's glower to shame. I found myselfjust staring into those eyes. Staring, and staring, and staring, and... "I'm ready anytime you are, dear." Shit! Was I staring? "Yes, so sorry" I blurted out. "That's ok. It was a novel experience to be keptwaiting." I checked her in. Her name was Camille...? Hmm. Wasn't sureexactly how to pronounce that surname. I'll just use... "Ma'am, here are your keys" as I handed her key-cards toher. "Don't call me Ma'am. I do not answer to Ma'am." "Yes, of course Mrs., uh--" "Don't call me anything now. We'll work on that later.Just nod your head for me." All right, then. This was uber-weird, but...I just noddedmy head like an idiot. It was like she had some sort of hold on me. We were done, I guess. She strolled over to the lift. Icouldn't help following her with my eyes. I turned back to my computer, didn'twant to be caught staring, but I was straining with my peripheral vision, and...sheturned her head. She ignored the lift that just arrived to walk back over,coming behind my desk. She grabbed my shoulders, looked me up and down. Thenshe undid a button, fluffed my collar, wet her hand, and did something to mybang. "There" she says, "You're attractive, you know." Did her tongue just flit across her lip? She couldn'thave possibly licked her lips, could she? "But you could be very, very attractive. Lots ofpotential here. Don't worry, we'll get you there." She disappeared on the next lift. To My Mistress - A Tale of Lesbian Seduction Chapter 3 =============================================================================== How long did I stare at that elevator? Until the nextclient showed up a minute later, that's how long. I pretty much forgot aboutCamille as the day wore on. Not initially, but then the check-ins and theconstant calls to the front desk pretty much obliterated the day. At oddmoments of respite, I would come back to her in my thoughts. What was it abouther? Why did she keep coming back into my head? How had she even gotten inthere in the first place? And what else do they sell in that lingerie shopacross the road? Was this some sort of attraction? It would be very odd ifit were. I'd never been that into the ladies before. Sure I'd shared a fewinnocent kisses with my teenage girlfriends. I may have even fantasized alittle, but I wasn't really the experimental type. I had a path I was on, andthat wasn't the sort of person I was. My boyfriend wasn't experimental in theleast, which is why we got along so well. Still, every once in awhile I wantedhim to take some initiative. Would it be so wrong to stick a finger up my assduring missionary, to see how I reacted? It was dirty, I know, but I was kindof curious about what it would feel like. "I see you checked Camille in today." I was daydreaming between check-ins, but leave it toMonte to ruin a moment like that. "Oh, yes. Is she a regular?" "Very. You should get to know her...if she shows any interest." "Yes, um, how precisely do you pronounce her last name? Ithink I may have it. Is it...? "Oh, I wouldn't worry about it. Chances of you ever usingit are very slim." Okay, now even Monte's acting weird. Maybe this is one ofthose dreams where I strip off my uniform, walk through the lobby naked, andwake up in another cold sweat with my hands between my... My shift ended at 6. I felt a presence behind me as Ilogged off my terminal. I turned around, and sure enough, Camille was there.She wet her hand, and brushed my bang back again. "I'm going for a drink in the lobby. You should join me,of course." It wasn't phrased like a question. "I'm pretty sure that's against the rules, especiallywhen I'm in uniform." "Not any more. Follow me, please" Camille said as shetook my hand. "But...but..." And, I was back to sober Karaoke. "I don't appreciate hesitation, miss. Now I've made myinvitation clear. Please follow me." A minute later, I found myself sitting at the bar, facingCamille. Employees were not allowed to dine or drink in the bar or restaurantunder any circumstances. This was a cause for immediate expulsion. And wearingmy uniform was like dressing up like a fox for the foxhunt. But nobody seemedto care. I saw Monte walk by a couple times, and he didn't even give me asecond look. Camille ordered our drinks. She knew what I should have,of course. Some fruity thing, while she sipped something dark and neat. Wetalked for a good while, well, mainly I talked. She seemed interested in mystory, and encouraged me to just babble on. But I knew something was going on.Come on, a woman like her does not just ask the girl at the desk out for adrink. "Is this a pickup? Are you...interested in me...in that way?" "Would you like me to be?" "Never really fancied the ladies, I'm afraid. Oh, notthat I have anything against the lesbians, it's just..." She cut me off. "If this is anything, than it is what itis. Please tell me that is understood." Um, okay. "Uh, sure. I understand, I guess, Cami--" She cut me off again. "It would really be better if youcalled me Mistress." What...the...fuck! "Did you say...Mistress?" "Yes. Mistress." She wasn't being especially quiet aboutit. I know Tony the bartender heard her. Bet his beady little eyes were on me.I didn't know what to say. I should have, actually, but I couldn't sayanything. I couldn't look away from that implacable face, staring me in theeyes, either. "I'm not sure I understand." "There's not much, if anything, to understand. This iswhat the dynamic between us requires. "Mistress" I said softly, as if I was trying out theword. Was my mouth betraying me? Camille smiled just slightly, as if I were a studentstarting to grasp a concept. "That was very good. Why don't you thank me for thatcompliment." "Thank you...Mistress." "Good. In the future, try to keep in mind that I do notappreciate hesitation of any kind. And I do not care to repeat myself." "Yes, Mistress." We didn't have dinner as such. Camille, I'm sorry,Mistress, kept a steady stream of appetizers coming. We had a nice munch as wetalked. I admit it. I was beginning to fancy the idea of this exciting womanseducing me. It wasn't just that she was sexy, which she was, especially for awoman her age. But I found something arousing about the way she took completecontrol over everything. It was as if the bar and hotel revolved around her. Iwas so flattered that she found me interesting enough to spend time with. And it wasn't the drink talking, either. Mistress kept uscapped at just one drink each. It felt stingy at the time, but now I realizethat she didn't want me to let the alcohol make my decisions for me. Whateverhappened, I had to be a willing participant. After we'd been there for some time, Mistress reachedover to caress the back of my neck under my hair. It was very tender. Then shestood up. "We're done here." She strolled over to the lift without looking back,obviously expecting me to follow. She wasn't disappointed, as I dutifullyfollowed her into the lift. We stood side-by-side, staring straight ahead, notouching. It was by far the most awkward lift ride I had ever experienced. Mymind was swimming with the admittedly limited possibilities it was able toconjure at the time. I knew this whole "Mistress" thing was going to lead downsome edgier avenues than I'd ever experienced, but how far? I had to know whatwas really going on. "Excuse me, Mistress, but--" "You may speak when you are spoken to." Okay. I shut up. And my mind raced. To My Mistress - A Tale of Lesbian Seduction Chapter 4 =============================================================================== I can only relate the rest of this story in the presenttense, even though these events happened in the recent past. When I close myeyes and think back to them, they are happening all over again for me. I follow Mistress down the corridor to her room. Shestops at her door and turns to face me. "It would really be best for you to get on your hands andknees." I think I'm in shock. I must be staring at her like anidiot. She crosses her arms. "I made it quite clear downstairs how I feel abouthesitation, and repeating myself." She's right, she did. I go down on my hands and knees. Ihave absolutely no idea what I'm doing, or why I'm doing it. But I know I'mbeing...I guess dominated is the word, and I'm going with it. In truth, Mistresshas been dominating me all night. I just haven't wanted to admit it. Will Ienjoy this? Is this something I really want to try? Well, why not. It only hasto be this one time. And suddenly I feel like experimenting a little. I am alsoawfully aroused by her. But I'm not a lesbian. Damn sure on that. "Keep your eyes focused on the carpet." I put my head down and look at the carpet. I hear somerustling in Mistress' bag, and then... She puts something around my neck. Oh my God, that feelslike leather brushing against my skin. I've been collared; at least I thinkthat's how it's put. Mistress fastens it with expert ease, and then clips ametal leash to a ring on the collar. I hear the door click open. "Crawl." I'm frozen. Probably not a great place for that tohappen, out in the corridor of my workplace. Anyone could waltz around thecorner and find the front desk girl on her hands and knees sporting a collarand leash. The leash goes tau3t. I get the message. I start tocrawl, and Mistress leads me into her suite on my hands and knees, like herpet. Mistress pulls the leash to stop me a few feet into hersuite. "Stay. Eyes on the carpet below you. Do not move, and donot make any sound." I obey. I stare straight down at the light grey carpet. Isilently thank her for not choosing to occupy our suite with the hardwoodfloor. I have plenty of time to study this carpet. It's in good shape. Not tooold, shampooed regularly... I hear plenty of rustling in the background. But it's alldeliberately paced. Mistress is in no hurry, whatever she's doing. I wish Iknew what she was doing. I should just look up. What could one little lookhurt? Oh, whom am I kidding? I'm a grown woman on her hands and knees in ahotel suite with a collar and leash around her neck. And it's all because awoman told me to do it. Mistresses' feet appear underneath me. She sports a pairof shiny black leather boots. The heels are high, but not ridiculously so.They're solid enough (chunk style) to make walking easy enough in them. I can'tsee how far the boots go up, but I can feel them brush against my hair as sheleans into me. Up to her knees at least, maybe even her thighs. I'll betthey're sexy. Wonder what else she's wearing? "Kiss them." What, her boots? Her feet? I've never done anything likethis before. But I do as she commands. I lean down and kiss each foot,tenderly. I've never kissed leather before. "Do you know what we're doing here?" she asks. "I think so. Is this S & M?" "That's is this S & M, Mistress." "Is this S & M, Mistress?" "You could say that. Do you know what S & M standsfor?" "Ummm....." Nope. Total blank. "S & M stands for sadism and masochism. That is apartially correct definition for what I do. BDSM is the more accepted acronymthese days. It stands for Bondage, Discipline, Sadism, and Masochism. Those areelements that will define our relationship. I don't expect you to understandthis completely yet, but you will with my training. Tell me you understand thisenough to go on." "I understand, Mistress." "As of tonight, I am your Mistress. You are toacknowledge that when you address me. Now try that again." "I understand...my Mistress." "Good. Now be honest. You don't completely understandwhat's happening here, do you?" "No, my Mistress, I do not." "That's ok. You will. All you have to know for now isthat no harm will come to you. You are going to go through a training programtonight. It's one I've specially designed for my requirements...and particularkinks. We will have a definable relationship at the end of it. Do you know whata safeword is?" "I...I think so" I stammer. Stammering? I don't have astammer. God, I haven't been this nervous since that time I tried to do Karaokesober. Silence. Ooops! "I think so, my Mistress." "Please be consistent. It's for your own good. A safewordis your lifeline. It is the only thing tethering you to your old life. It'swhat you use if something gets to be too much for you, or you decide this justisn't for you. Do you understand?" "I think so, my Mistress." "Your safeword is red. Nice, simple, and traditional. Sayit for me." "Red, my Mistress." "Tonight you may use it anytime you need a break, or ifyou need to stop completely. Do you understand?" "Yes, my Mistress." "Once we start, I will not stop for words like stop, no,please, or any expressions of pain. I will only stop if I hear the word red. Doyou understand?" Expressions of pain? What have I gotten myself into? Ishould just say that word right now. But instead I say... "Yes, my Mistress." "Good. There is no shame in ever using a safeword, at anytime. I will respect you for it. It will still be in effect at all times afteryour training is over. That is because of my kindness. You should thank me forthat. " "Thank you, my Mistress." Her feet move. She's gone. Now what? She didn't say Icould do anything. I hear stuff happening in the room. Sounds like a case beingopened, maybe a towel being unfolded. She walks back over to me. I can't see, but I can hearher, and feel her near me. My Mistress circles around and stops behind me. Shebends down and... A pair of hands reach into my skirt. My panties arepulled down my legs, very, very slowly. Mistress guides them all the way, overmy shoes, until they are off. She then proceeds to strip me naked, verymethodically. I can occasionally feel her body brush against mine as she leansin to unbutton and slide things off. She's naked, except for her boots, near asI can tell. My bra is the last thing to come off. I think she standsup once she's done, and looks me over for a bit. I can't see anything but thecarpet, so I don't know for sure. I must be shivering with nerves. I've neverbeen scrutinized like this before. My body's so imperfect. Is Mistress havingsecond thoughts? I feel her body on top of mine suddenly. She's lying ontop of me. It's like I've been mounted. I feel her breath in my hair, and theside of my face. She reaches under and fondles my breasts. It's not rough, butit feels like she owns them. She stands up. The weight and warmth of her body goneimmediately. The leash goes taut again. "Crawl." I crawl. She leads me to the bed. There's a padded benchat the end of it, about half the height of the bed. She guides me up onto it onmy knees, and then directs me to bend over the bed, resting on my hands. Morerustling. I have yet to see anything but her feet. I think I hear somethingbeing strapped on maybe? Sounds like some sort of bottle being opened. Smellslike lotion, or... A finger goes in my...oh my God! A finger just went into myass! What the...I'm not ready for this! No one said anything about... A hand grips my shoulder. "Relax" she says, "just focus on your breathing. Try tobring it down, breathe normally." I do what she says. I focus on my breathing. It begins togo down. I'm relaxing, and... It's just the very tip of her finger, poking in at theentrance to my asshole. It's definitely lubed. It goes in a little deeper now,as she pushes. The muscles around my sphincter are relaxing, allowing theopening of my asshole to be expanded. Mistress grabs my hip, and gently pullsme towards her as she pushes her finger in deeper. It feels weird. It feelsdirty. But it also feels kind of good. I let out a little moan. "Mistress, may I--?" "You may speak when you are spoken to. Don't speak out ofturn again." I stay silent. But there's so much I want to ask. So muchI need to know. What's the reason for fingering my ass? Wouldn't she rather playwith my pussy? Will she have me lick her pussy? What's up with the butt? Whatcan she possibly get out of it? Okay, maybe that last question could berephrased. Her finger is in all the way now. That didn't take long.She's moving it in and out, and very slowly finger-fucking me. Then she stops,with her finger buried all the way in. "I require five stages of submission before I accept awoman's slavery. You passed the first stage when you consented to address me asMistress. The second was when you allowed yourself to be collared, leashed andled in on your hands and knees. We are beginning the third stage now. Eachsuccessive stage could be considered more humiliating than the last, dependingon your point of view. If you complete all five stages, you will be my slave.If not, you are merely a submissive little girl that I had some fun with, andyou will never be allowed back in here again. We're going to keep going now.You are not allowed to speak, so questions are not permitted. But remember, youcan use your safe-word at any time. You may even use it just to test it out ifyou like." I have a million questions racing through my mind ofcourse, but I keep my mouth shut. I can always use my safe-word if this getsout of hand, but really, I just have a finger in my ass at the moment. And Ilike it. Maybe I shouldn't have thought that. Mistress removes herfinger, and puts it in front of my face. "What does that smell like?" "It smells like--" "It smells like shit, doesn't it?" "Yes, My Mistress." "Say it." "Your finger smells like shit, my Mistress." "Why?" "Because it was in my ass, my Mistress." "Because it was up your dirty asshole, you filthy littlecunt. Say it back to me like that." "Because it was up my dirty asshole...and I am a filthy littlecunt, my Mistress." What is wrong with me? I'm getting excited. I think I'mgetting wet down there. "Your ass is fairly clean, all things considered. Sodon't worry. But a thorough cleansing is required for your Mistress." Mistress gets up, and pulls on my leash again. She leadsme into the loo on my hands and knees. I still don't get a chance to look upand see what she looks like. She directs my field of vision just as much as mymovements. "You'll find an enema kit on the sink. Use it to cleanseyour ass for my use. Take as much time as you need. Do whatever you feel youneed to do, but you are not allowed to shower. When you are done, get down onthe floor on your hands and knees with your eyes facing down, and tell me youare ready to resume serving me." To My Mistress - A Tale of Lesbian Seduction Chapter 5 =============================================================================== I notify my Mistress when my ass is clean. I'm on thefloor as instructed. I hear her footsteps, and then my leash is pulled. I amled back to the same position on the bench, bent over the bed. A hand grips myshoulder. Her lubed finger is inserted back in to my asshole. It pushes ineasily. I keep my eyes down, and stay as silent as possible. My ass must berelaxing. I feel a second finger stretching me. I concentrate on my breathing. Hmmmm. I don't know much about anal play, but I figurethat two fingers must mean she's loosening me up for something. A third fingerenters, but doesn't get very far. And then...no more fingers. Just like that. She's in thebathroom. I hear washing up. Then she's back behind me. I hear rustling andstraps. Have no idea what is going on. Wish I did. I'm getting worried. The hand is back on my shoulder. I feel something bobagainst my butt as my Mistress gets closer to me and... Oh my God! A...a...a...thing is being pushed into my ass. It'snot a finger. I can't tell what it is. Aaaaargh! It's huge! Feels like a penis. How is thatpossible? The tip is in. She's stroking my hair. "Focus on your breathing, remember? Your ass with acceptthis." She's right. I do focus on my breathing, and the assholestarts to relax. That thing back there slowly pushes in, until it's buried inmy ass. I feels Mistress's body against mine. That's when I realize...she'swearing a strap-on cock. I had no idea those things actually existed. Icertainly never expected to see one, or feel one, especially back there. Mistress slowly works it in and out after my body hasadapted to it. She starts fucking me with it. I'm being fucked in the ass by awoman with a strap-on. It feels dirty of course, and a little rough. But mybody starts to adapt. It feels pleasurable, like an itch that needs scratchingat first, but then something more. She handles me like a piece of propertywhile she fucks me. She grips my hips or shoulders hard, and sometimes reachesdown to squeeze my breasts. God, this is getting me hot. I think I'm actuallygoing to cum from anal sex. I can feel an orgasm coming. "Oh, please. Don't stop, don't stop, I'm about to..." The fucking stops abruptly. The strap-on is maybe halfwayin. "I told you not to speak, and I meant it. I don't want togag you tonight. If I have to because you can't follow a simple direction, I'llbe angry. Is that clear?" "Yes, my Mistress." I don't think I'm ready to find out what happens if Imake her angry. I can't help some of the sounds I'm making, but I'll do my bestnot to speak any words. Mistress resumes the anal-fucking. She ramps it up, andfucks me hard. I feel so dirty. I'm getting hot, and sweaty, and totally turnedon by this dominant lady taking me back there. The strap-on doesn't hurt. Itfeels great, actually. She fucks me hard. I'm actually getting close to what Ithink is an anal orgasm, too. I didn't even know those were possible. Myboyfriend really should have tried this with me. But every time I feel myselfgetting near to cumming, Mistress stops. I'm on the edge at least four times,and every time, she stops before I can get there, waits for me to settle down,and starts back up again. I want to ask her why she won't let me cum, but Idon't want to make her angry. I'm really feeling desperate when she stops for the finaltime. Really desperate. God, I want to cum. I'm a quivering, whimpering, sweatymess. I'm trying so hard just to be quiet, when every instinct I have says Ishould beg her to fuck me into next week while I cum. Maybe she'll finally... Nope, she pulls out. I feel a void back there now withouther strap-on filling my ass. It definitely feels like an itch that needs to bescratched now. I feel her moving off and away, then feel her getting onto thebed. She's on her knees in front of me. I see it now, for thefirst time. That big, black dildo, strapped tightly around her waist with blackleather straps. It's disgusting, still shiny and slick from lube. It doesn'tsmell like shit so much, but it does smell like where it's been. It's shapedjust like a man's cock. "You are done with the fourth stage. This is the fifthstage." Mistress grabs my hair. Fuck, the fifth stage can'tpossibly be what I think it is, can it? "Clean." I don't do anything. This can't be happening. "When slaves are fucked, they clean the objects of theirpleasure afterwards. It's a necessary manifestation of the Mistress/Slaverelationship. I imagine you're thanking me now for seeing that your ass wascleaned." Oh God. Am I really going to take that thing in my mouth,knowing where it's been? How low will I go for this woman? As low as she wants me too, apparently. Still feeling hersolid grip on my hair, I put my lips to the tip. I run my tongue over it. Ittastes horrible, like ass and lube over silicone. I will later find out thatMistress chooses non-toxic materials, since all of her penetration tools are cleanedin her slave's mouths. Mistress pulls me in, gently shoving the dildo in, andfilling my mouth. She guides my head back and forth, so I am sucking it inobedience to her. What kind of line have I crossed here? This has to be themost disgusting thing I will ever do in life. After about five minutes, Mistress backs up, pulling herdildo out of my mouth. It's slick from my saliva now. I can't even begin todescribe the after-taste in my mouth. Mistress keeps my head tilted down. Istill haven't gotten a good look at her since I went down on my hands and kneesout in the corridor. She moves off the bed, out of sight. I hear straps beingundone in the background. Then I feel the leash being tugged. "Off." She guides me off the bed, back onto the floor. "Crawl." She leads me into the bathroom. A cup of blue liquid andan empty bowl are on the floor. She leads me to them and stops me. Mistressleans next to me. She tilts my head up by the hair, and puts the cup to mymouth. I still can't see her. "This is very expensive antibacterial mouthwash. Rinseand spit." With her guidance, I clean my mouth as thoroughly aspossible, swishing and spitting the entire contents of the cup. When I am done,Mistress leads me to crawl into the very large, glass-enclosed shower. Sheremoves my collar and leash in there. "Turn so you face me. Rise up on your knees. Put yourhands behind your head. Keep your eyes down." I comply. Maybe she's going to bathe me. That would benice. I would still rather cum, but I'm so sweaty, I could do with a shower. Mistress sits on a bench and removes her boots. I watchher feet as she walks straight towards me. I feel her naked thighs against myhead as she leans into me. Her strap-on is gone. She gets a grip on my hair. "This is the fifth stage. Most submissives consider itthe hardest." What? After what I've been through tonight? How is thatpossible? Mistress tilts my head up. I get my first look at hersince the corridor. She's entirely naked. Without her clothes on, she looksreasonably fit for her age. Attractive. Her breasts are holding up well. Shemakes eye contact with me, and guides my head back. "Put your hands down. Lean back on them." I do as she says. I'm lower now, with Mistress' vaginadirectly over my face. Is she going to have me eat her out here? Seems logical.She certainly didn't cum from ramming a strap-on up my ass. I've alwayswondered what pussy tastes like. Mistress looks up and closes her eyes. Silence as sheseems to concentrate on something, and then... I don't believe it. She's pissing on me. It starts with afew drops, and then her stream lets loose. With an iron grip on my hair,Mistress pisses all over my face. She directs me and squats so that she cansoak my breasts too. Some of it gets in my mouth. No helping that. I should saymy safe word. This is too much for me. What kind of person pisses on another?That's it. Safe word time it is. Re... I don't say it. I can't believe myself, but I don't sayit. Instead, I watch as this woman covers my body in urine. It's absolutelydisgusting of course...at first. But then I feel myself sort of, well, gettinginto it. The sheer humiliation might even be turning me on. After her stream is flowing steadily, she opens her eyesand looks down at me. She looks me straight in the eyes as she pisses all overme. It seems to take forever. I'm thinking she must have drank an awful lot ofwater after her solitary drink in the bar. I am thoroughly, thoroughly coveredin piss once it's over. She smiles, just slightly, as she maintains eye contactand the iron grip on my hair. "You're mine now. Clean up. Take all the time you need.Then ask for my permission to join me on the bed. I will then dictate the termsof your slavery." Slavery. I'm a slave. What does that mean? To My Mistress - A Tale of Lesbian Seduction Chapter 6 =============================================================================== "May I have permission to join you, my Mistress?" "Crawl to the bed on your hands and knees. Then resumethe position you took for ass-fucking." I dutifully crawl from the loo to the bed as Mistress hascommanded. I'm clean now. I took a nice luxurious shower, and tended to myselfafterwards. I can't smell the piss all over my body anymore, and I don't tastemy ass in my mouth either. But I feel every inch a slave. I hope she lets mecome tonight. I crawl up to resume my position on the bench, leaningover the bed. Mistress gets in back of me again. I can feel the strap-ondangling from her. Maybe she's finally going to fuck my pussy now that I'm herslave. I've waited all night for this. She angles it down there, and... She starts shoving it up my ass again. Seriously, anotherbutt-fucking? Can my ass take it? "Don't worry," she says, "I'm not going to fuck your sluttyass again. I'm just going to work this back up there, and leave it in." Mistress works it all the way in. Then she pushes me ontothe bed so I'm lying on my stomach. I'm pinned by her body lying on top of me.She's right. She's not moving the strap-on now that it's back in. Mistress thenreaches under me with one hand to gently fondle my breast, while she strokes myhair my hair with the other. "I find it helps to reinforce a slave's position if she'sfeeling my dominance in an unmistakably assertive way while I discuss the termsof her service. That's why I've taken your ass again. I purposely didn't fuckyou too long, or too hard, so that you could handle this. Tell me youunderstand, slave." "I understand, my Mistress." "Good. I am going to make the terms of our relationshipcompletely clear now. After I have done that, you will be permitted to ask meten questions. Is that understood, slave?" "Yes, My Mistress." "I am here for one week. You will be my slave for theduration of that week. Your submission to me will be complete. You will followall of my commands, and tend to all of my needs. Tell me you understand,slave." "I understand, my Mistress." "You will speak when spoken to. You will restrictyourself to yes or no answers whenever possible. You will never speak withoutincluding the phrase `my Mistress' somewhere. You will be staying here with me.We will come up with something to tell your boyfriend. You will work your frontdesk schedule, and be available to me at all other times. Your break timesduring work will be modified to suit my needs. My personal assistant will goover your life schedule for the week. You will be permitted to attend toanything she deems important. Otherwise, you will be at my beck and call. Tellme you understand, slave." "I understand, my Mistress." "As you now know from firsthand experience, I have ratherextreme sexual tastes. I leash my women. They crawl on their hands and kneesfor me. I fuck them in the ass regularly, and when I fuck them, they clean up afterwards.I also mark my slaves with my piss. Quite a few prospective slaves have tosafeword out at some point, when I push too far past their limits. I respectthose limits, but I have no use for those women in my bed. I respect yourwillingness to allow me to push so far past your boundaries tonight. I promiseyou, you will be rewarded, by being allowed to serve me, and in other ways.Tell me you understand, slave." "I understand, my Mistress." "Now then, ten questions. You've earned the right. Thinkhard. Address any possible concerns you might have. Nothing is off limits. Idon't want any lingering questions to ruin this week for us." Okay, think hard. The first question seemed obvious tome. "Why me, my Mistress?" "I rely on intuition, and the kindness of friends. Montehas been spotting potential slaves for me for years. He knows how to read them.He alerted me to you, and I'm always up for a stay in my favorite hotel. When Isaw you, I was immediately attracted, and I knew you had possibilities." Monte is a...what, talent agent for her? De facto pimp? Isthat why I got the job? I'm not so sure about this arrangement. I don't likethe idea of being whored out. On the other hand, it is my choice to be lying onthis expensive bed with a woman's strap-on shoved up my ass. Oh well, nextquestion. "I need to cum so badly. Will I be allowed to cumtonight, my Mistress?" "No. I do not allow slaves to cum on their first night ofservitude. They need to know that they serve me. You will be allowed to cum thenight after tomorrow." "Why so long, my Mistress?" "That was question three, slave." Drat! "You need to be punished first. You hesitated out in thecorridor tonight. I do not tolerate hesitation or disobedience of any kind. Mycommands are followed instantly. After tomorrow's punishment, you will beconditioned to serve me better. I doubt you will ever dream of hesitating likethat again. I embrace the sadism aspect of BDSM, and enjoy punishing unrulygirls. You'll feel that for yourself tomorrow. You shall also be routinelydisciplined as I feel the need." My mind is swimming. I feel like I have so manyquestions, but my brain is going blank. OK, what else do I really need to know? "I'm still not sure I can do this. What happens if I wantto quit before the week is up?" "Your safeword will be honored at all times. Just say it,and you're released. No questions asked." "How many other slaves have you had?" "It's hard to say. You'll be the seventh that hasactually earned the title of slave. I have had some submissive lovers whocouldn't be considered slaves. I have also used other dominant's slaves aswell." "Do you swap lovers?" "I do what I wish with my slaves. If I command you toservice someone, you do it. I won't whore you out, but I do have a network offriends, and we like to share." I don't know that I'm ready for that at all. On the otherhand, I didn't know that I was ready for any of this a few hours ago. Thatbrings me to my next question. "Why have I been so turned on by these things tonight?They should disgust me." "Maybe they should, but you can't help yourself. You'vealways been submissive. You just didn't know it. I recognized your potential assoon as I made eye contact with you checking in today. Think of me as yourspirit guide this week. As you serve my needs, I will help you unlock your sexuality completely. You'll know what you are at the end of the week, andyou'll have a better idea of what to do about it. "Does this mean I'm a lesbian?" "Possibly. You're certainly acting like one tonight. Thiscould be the start of a whole new chapter of your life. You might swing awayfrom men forever. Or, you might have been a latent bi-sexual. Like your latentsubmissiveness, your bi-sexuality might have needed the right person to awakenit. Maybe this is just an experiment, and you go back to men exclusively, but Idoubt it. I do know this. I have had many supposedly straight women submit tome." "What do you get out of fucking me anally? It can'tpossibly make you cum, can it?" "It's a power thing. One of the ultimate acts ofdomination for me is the first time I take a woman up the ass. When a womansurrenders her ass to my strap-on, I know she's surrendering everything. Now,one last question. A bonus. Make it good. Then we go to sleep." "Do your slaves ever fall in love with you?" "Yes. Always."