The Perils of Patricia

By Petricia

     The scenery slipped past the window of the train car unnoticed by her. The bright blue eyes gazed out at the towns, farms and streams but saw none of them. Her mind was occupied with what lay miles ahead. She had boarded the train in a haze of anxiety and excitement. Common sense told her that this was a terrible idea, that the best thing to do would be to go home and forget all about this. But the heat between her thighs burned white hot, consuming in flames any doubt as to whether or not to proceed.

     Until now, Patricia’s experience in submission had always been online. Oh, she had performed a lot of perverse acts in real life for her online Mistress. But they had mostly been in the safety of her own home, even if they were on a webcam and broadcast to God knows who. So when she was told it was time to submit in person she had balked at the idea, but she already knew she would do it. Her all consuming lust gave her no choice. Her husband Steven would be away for over a week on business so there would be plenty of time to visit Mistress and return home.

     The instructions had been quite clear. An envelope had arrived by overnight mail the day before Steven was to leave. It contained a locker key and a note from Mistress. She was to board the train bound for the city where Mistress lived, about 400 miles to the north. She was to be shaved from the neck down, dress in a simple skirt and white blouse. She was to take her phone, her purse, and the key-nothing else. Explaining her bald pussy to Steven would be a problem, but she would worry about that later.

     As she drove to the train station that morning her stomach was tied in knots, the internal struggle between her desire to run back to the safety of home and the burning desire in her wanton pussy waging war in her conciousness like nothing she had experienced in her 40 years. She sat at a light and absentmindedly touched her now bald pussy, realizing that she had already begun to soak her panties.

     “Oh my god” she exclaimed aloud, although no one was there to hear. A familiar scent found its way to her in the small confines of the car, her excitement now assaulting more than a few of her senses.

     When she had shaved herself this morning she had marveled at the way she now looked, like she did as a girl.

     “Like a submissive slut, is more like it.” she told the mirror in front of her.

     She also was slightly surprised to find it much more sensitive to the cool air. But most surprising of all was the way her pussy had positively leaked with her arousal.

     As the train approached its destination she made her way to the restroom to freshen up-or perhaps just to work up the courage to continue. She felt the familiar butterflies in her stomach and was certain everyone on board could smell her juices flowing. She checked her makeup, ran a brush through her hair, the flush on her cheeks seeming to match her fiery red curls. Mustering up her courage she made her way back to her seat to await permission to disembark.

     “This is it”, she thought. “I finally meet her.”

     She had known Mistress for a year and a half, first just chatting online and then progressing to---other things. She remembered the first time “MissSara” had insisted she perform on webcam. “Sure, just another horny middle-aged guy pretending to be something he is not, just to get a peep show”, she had thought to herself. After she expressed this thought, MissSara had turned on her webcam as well. Patricia was taken aback as an attractive young brunette appeared on her screen. Piercing gray eyes, arching thin eyebrows, high cheekbones, sleek black hair. There was also an intelligence about her, an air of superiority.

     The young woman calmly spoke into her microphone,”You were correct to question Patricia. It is important to develop trust between us. And now that I have shown my honesty to you, it is time for you ro reciprocate. Obey me now.” 

     Stepping off of the train she looked around expectantly for the young woman to whom she had become so obedient, although her instructions were to find the locker to which her key belonged. As nonchalantly as possible, considering her heart was beating out of her chest and she felt as if she faint at any moment, she tried to locate the locker. Clutching the key in her hand she glanced around one last time, certain MissSara must be watching her. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to her, although she felt as if everyone in the station must know what she was here for.

     Slipping the key in the lock and turning it seemed to take all of her concentration and energy. She warily peered into the small space, only to find a single note and another key. She unfolded the note and read the brief instructions:

     Hello Patricia,

If you are reading this, then you have taken the first step. Ready for more, little tramp? Then take the key, go to the restroom (right behind you) and remove both bra and panties. Find the locker which matches your key, place panties and bra inside and photograph with your phone. Send the picture to my phone. Remove the key you find there along with the 2 quarters and wait. I am guessing you are trying to decide whether to proceed or not. Decide quickly. You have 5 minutes to send the picture. And yes, I will know when your train arrives, and you will be timed.

MissSara

    Patricia was both impressed and frightened that MissSara knew what she was thinking. She was indeed conflicted as to whether to proceed. In any case she had to hurry so she rushed into the restroom, slipping into the last stall. She had been sent out without undergarments before so she didn’t hesitate long before unhooking her bra and trying to slide the straps down her arms and out the sleeves. Suddenly she regretted choosing this blouse as it was just a bit too tight to do so. Quickly she removed it and slipped out of her bra. Buttoning her blouse again she discovered another reason to regret her choice of wardrobe. Her nipples, erect from both the slight chill of the room and her excited state stood out plainly against the soft fabric and as she moved the silk rubbed enticingly over the pink buds. She had no time to contemplate this however, and quickly slid the panties down her long legs. Placing both in her purse, she hurried from the restroom, searching frantically for the locker, she was relieved to find it fairly quickly and jerked it open. Stealing a quick look around, she pulled her undergarments from her purse, placing them in the locker and snapping a picture with her phone. She pressed the send button just in time, or so it seemed. She wasn’t really sure how much time had passed. She began to wait and suddenly realized she had not looked for the key that was supposed to be there. Pulling her panties and bra from the locker she reached in, feeling for the key. As her hand found the key a middle aged man walked by, eying the underwear clutched tightly in her other hand with a raised eyebrow. Patricia stuffed the underwear back into the locker, blocking the opening with her body, and felt around for the two quarters. Now she wished she could sink into the floor. Time crawled as she waited for…what? She didn’t even know what she was waiting for, just that she was to wait.

     When the cell phone rang a minute later it seemed as if it had been hours. She knew without looking who it was.

     “Having fun darling?”

     “Yes MissSara.”

     “You are a terrible liar Patricia. You are scared and nervous and wondering why I am doing this. I realize you do not want this but I also realize how badly you need this. Don’t you Patricia?”

     “No MissSara I don’t think I do. Please can you just pick me up?”

     “You are lying again Patricia. You do need this. You positively ooze at humiliation, you have proven it time and again to me. So stop whining, insert the money, get the key, close the locker, and go to the next one.”

     With that the line went silent. Biting her lip Patricia gently fed the two quarters into the slot, closed the locker and removed the key, her bra and panties now locked away inside.

     “It’s not too late”, she thought. “I can still get my things and leave.”

     But the fire in her womb drove her onward. She walked to the next locker as gingerly as she could, breasts swaying and bouncing, nipples like twin thumbs trying to rip through the soft fabric. She felt the wetness on her inner thighs, a solitary drop creeping down her left thigh threatening to clear the hem of her skirt at any time. She felt as if she were under a spotlight, center stage, and all eyes were on her.

     Finding the next locker was a bit harder this time, as it was at the other end of the station, not by coincidence she was sure. She opened it and found the next note, along with yet another key, 2 quarters and a pair of scissors.

     “Next Patricia, I want you to cut off the collar button on your top, along with the next two. Photograph yourself after you have done so, then place the buttons in the locker, lock them in along with the previous key, take the key to the next locker.

Xoxo MS”

     Patricia gasped aloud when she read this note. How in the world could she walk around with her blouse open like that. She was thankful for being a c cup now, having always wanted to be bigger. With shaking hands she grasped the button at her collar and snipped it off, placing it in the locker. She was breathing heavily and her heart was trying to beat its way out of her chest as she quickly dispatched the other 2 buttons, leaving her blouse open to just beneath her breasts. A tear rolled down her cheek as she sent the picture of her restyled blouse. She placed the previous key in with the buttons and locked the locker. Searching for the next locker she fought the urge to backtrack to where her underwear was, feeling her breasts repeatedly trying to seek out the deep v-shaped opening down the front of her blouse.

     How she longed for the security of her own home now as she realized she was being led down a road into deeper humiliation, a little bit of control lost with each step. She was truly drawing some attention now, it was not just her imagination. She found herself back near the first locker, locating her next objective closeby.

    She now dreaded what she might find inside, her hands fumbling with the key for a moment before swinging the locker door open. Again, a note, a key and 2 quarters. While she really didn’t want to know what the note had to say, her hands seemed to act on their own, opening it and holding unsteadily up to read.

     “You have made it this far Patricia. In that case your hungry little pussy is overcoming your fear, yes? You are truly the wanton little tramp I have always known you were. Now darling, time for the moment of truth. You are a clever little cunt, so I imagine you can still find your way home. But I truly doubt you will. So here is your choice: Either leave now, I will be disappointed but not angry. Or if you wish to continue, place your purse (everything included) into this locker and lock it.Take the key and open the next locker which is a few feet to your left.

Xoxo MS”

     Patricia was wary of this step to be sure, but she thought,”Well, I have the key, I can still get my purse back.” She placed her purse, containing her return ticket, ID, money, keys, cell phone-everything into the locker retrieving the key and money and then locking it. Just as MissSara had stated, the next locker was only a few feet away. Opening it, there was the familiar note, yet another key (this one on a long string forming a loop), a small steel box, and a small padlock.

     “What now?”, she thought.

     “This is the second part of this step Patricia. You are to place the key on the string around your neck, the other key into the box, then padlock the box. Take the box with you to the next locker.

MS”

     With the new key around her neck, she placed the key to the locker containing her purse into the steel box, slid the hasp of the padlock into the latch of the box and, taking a deep breath, clicked the lock shut. She had just past the point of no return. She didn’t have the key to the box and the box held inside it the only way to retrieve her way home.

     She found the next locker and opened it with the key around her neck. Inside was a canvas bag, 2 quarters, and a small note.

     “Hello darling Patricia,

Almost there now. Remove the bag, and the quarters. Place the lockbox in the locker, lock it and replace the key around your neck. Go to the restroom and open the bag. Inside it you will find more instructions.

MS”

     Patricia carried the bag into the restroom where her humiliation had begun. Opening it on the counter and looking inside, she found the note on top and removed it, placing it on the counter. She couldn’t resist peeking inside, only to find a pair of impossibly high heeled pumps with ankle straps, also a plaid skirt, pink knee socks, 2 pink ribbons, and 2 small padlocks, along with a small makeup kit, also another key. She really didn’t like the looks of this.

     “You have got to be kidding. No way, no way am I going to wear this stuff. My god, what do I do now? I have got to get out of here now!”

     Panicked, she tried to focus, to think of some way out of this mess. She simply couldn’t walk out of her wearing this stuff. Finally she decided to read the note-perhaps it was just a joke.

     “My darling Patricia,

I imagine you have peeked at the contents of your bag, and are seriously considering backing out. That is fine with me, but remember the only way to get your purse back now is though me. I suppose it’s either hitchhike all the way home, or follow my instructions……”

     Fifteen minutes later a tall redheaded schoolgirl slut emerged from the womens restroom of a train station far from home. She teetered on her 6 inch stiletto heels, not that she had a choice as they were locked on her feet. Pink knee socks, ridiculously tight, short plaid skirt barely covering her ass which swayed provocatively due to the pronounced gait caused by her shoes. Six inches of exposed tummy topped by a knotted top which barely contained heaving breasts, nipples straining against the silk fabric. An incredibly pretty face, overly made up with bright pink lipstick, rosy pink cheeks, blue mascara and eyeliner, pink eyeshadow, all topped off with twin pigtails, tied with pink ribbons.

      Patricia’s cheeks burned with shame. Unable to look at anyone, she kept her eyes fixed on the floor as she made her way to a mailbox out near the taxi stand. Amid the honking horns at her appearance she dropped her shoes and skirt into the mailbox, lost to her forever. Trying to keep her skirt from riding up over her ass and simultaneously trying to keep her breasts in her top, she made her way back to the next locker, praying that this would be over soon.

     Arriving at her destination across the terminal, she found the locker to be a bottom one, near the floor. Taking the key from her neck, she tried to find a way to reach down to the lock without exposing herself in some obsene way. She decided to squat down-it would make the skirt ride up but not like it would if she bent over. Opening the locker, she slammed it shut on viewing its contents. Trying to regain her composure she hung her head to take a few deep breaths. Looking down in horror, she saw the drop of moisture hit the floor right beneath her pussy. My God! She was still excited. What the hell was wrong with her?!

She simply wasn’t brave enough to look up to see whether anyone had seen her leaking. She quickly grabbed the contents of the locker and the note and ran into a nearby custodian’s closet. Through tear-filled eyes, she read the note.

     “Don’t worry little girl, this is the last instruction. This will be the hardest for you thus far. Go to the parking lot and find a yellow VW bug with black tinted windows. It is parked in a very private place. Go to the front of the car, put on the pink collar and leash. They can be locked on and together with one lock. Then wrap those pretty pink lips around the penis gag and buckle it on, under those adorable pigtails. Wrap one belt around your ankles and the other around your thighs just above your knees. Lastly, use the handcuffs and lock your hands behind your back. Don’t be afraid, I will be waiting for you.”

     Patricia stepped into the warm evening air, thankful that it was summer, considering her present state of unress. As Patricia approached the car, her stomach was turning somersaults, her heart was racing, breathing labored. It was indeed in a very secluded area, which did little for her peace of mind. She completed the task of binding herself, a whimper escaping the gag as the last cuff ratcheted closed around her slender wrist.

     She could do nothing now but wait. And wait she did. Seemingly forever! She had assumed MissSara was in the car, but now began to wonder. A few cars passed by but as far as she could tell, no one noticed the tied up schoolgirl whore waiting to be taken. Time passed like maple syrup through a funnel. Then she heard voices….. and footsteps! More than one set of footsteps. She began to panic, trying to hide herself behind the nominal safety of the car, but with the straps around her ankles and knees, she couldn’t move except by hopping, and she couldn’t squat very well. She knew she would just die if she was seen! Her only way of hihing was to bend at the waist, which not only caused the skirt to expose her ass lewdly, but also made her breasts escape the confines of her top.

     “Well, what is this? Look Amber, a naughtly little schoolgirl all trussed up and waiting for the schoolbus.”

Patricia looked up to see the familiar face of MissSara, although without makeup she didn’t appear to be anywhere near her 24 years. With her was another girl who seemed even younger. She was small, less than 5 feet tall, long blond hair in a simple pony tail, small breasts, dressed in jeans and a white hoodie.

Patricia hoped the earth would open up and swallow her. Sara knew that humiliation pushed her buttons, and she was pushing now—hard.

     “She is just adorable Sara. Just look at her though, showing off her tits and ass for anyone to see! What a nasty little tart!”

     “You’re right Amber, she really is a little whore! Very unbecoming! I think she should be shown the error of her trashy ways.”

     With that, MissSara took the end of Patricia’s leash. Slipping off her shoes, she propped herself on the hood of the car and threw the end of the leash over an overhanging pipe. Grabbing the end again, she pulled down hard, causing Patricia to stand up straight in order to relieve the strain on her neck. Sara then used a padlock to secure the loop handle back to the chain. Patricia was stuck now with her breasts exposed and no way to cover them or to move. All she could do was stand there and whimper through her gag, eyes wide as saucers.

     “First we will show you not to show off your tits like common trash!”

     Patricia yelped as the first clamp was applied to her right nipple, MissSara giving a little tug of the chain before placing the second on her left. The pain was not near as bad as the fear of getting caught in her present state. Here she was, dressed in this slutty outfit, bound, gagged, and being used by 2 girls who were young enough to be her daughters. All of this IN PUBLIC!

     She didn’t have long to consider this, as she now felt a hand under her skirt, sliding along the length of her slit, brushing her clit lightly.

     “Look Sara, her little pussy is soaking! She loves this!”

     Sara now stepped forward and dipped her hand under Patricia’s skirt as well, coating her fingers and then bringing them up to the slut’s face to see.

     Holding her hand inches from Patricia’s eyes so that there was no mistaking the fact that the fingers were soaked, Sara whispered into the slut’s ear, “You do enjoy this, don’t you little slut?”

     It was the first either had spoken to her directly. She felt a shiver go through her. Sara noticed it too, and with an evil smile she wiped her fingers on Patricia’s cheek and then spun her around quickly. Wrapping her arm around the helpless slut’s waist, she said to her friend,”Amber hold up this slut’s skirt for me please. We are going to teach her not to show off her ass for the whole world to see.”

     Amber grabbed the hem at the back of Patricia’s skirt and pulled it up as far as it would go, holding the slut’s bound hands high with her other hand.

     Patricia’s muffled cries went unheaded as blow after blow rained down on her exposed behind and thighs, the sound of the impacts echoing off the walls of the parking garage. By the time it was through, she was bright red from her waist to the backs of her knees. Amber then tucked the hem into the waistband of Patricia’s skirt and both girls let go and stepped back, admiring their work.

     “I think we have given this little tramp something to think about Amber, don’t you?”

     “Oh yes, definitely Sara.”

     “Then let’s leave her alone with her thoughts.”

     With that, both girls climbed into the car, Sara started the enegine, backed out of the space and drove away, leaving Patricia screaming through her penis gag, frantically begging them not to leave her like this. She was certain she would go insane at any moment. Through tearfilled eyes she saw the yellow Bug round the corner coming from the opposite direction. Stopping just in front of her, the girls jumped out, Sara unlocking the leash from the pipe. The girls carried the immobile Patricia back to the car, placing her into the passenger seat and buckling her in. “Safety first darling,”she heard Sara say.

      

    

    

    

     

    

     

    

     

The Perils of Patricia

Part2

by Petricia

     Both girls climbed into the car, Amber in the back seat and Sara at the wheel. Sara reached over and retrieved the key from around Patricia’s neck, pausing to fondle a breast before adjusting the slut’s blouse and replacing her clamped breasts back inside. Patricia squealed through her gag as the clamps were trapped under the tight fabric, tugging painfully on her nipples. Sara also pulled the hem of the too-short skirt down, barely enough to cover the slick mound underneath.

     “At least I am covered.” Patricia thought it somewhat strange that this thought would occur to her after what she had already endured.

     Amber reached around and unbuckled the gag. Sara reached up and extracted the rubber penis from the pink lips wrapped so prettily around it. Patricia worked her jaw to ease the slight ache.

     “There, that’s better, isn’t it darling?”, Sara breathed into her ear.

     “Yes MissSara, thankyou.” A shiver ran through her as she felt the warm breath of this young girl on her neck.

     Sara put the car in gear and maneuvered it to the entrance to the station. Stopping near the door, she let Amber out to go fetch the box containing Patricia’s effects. The open door provided a full view of the schoolgirl in the passenger seat. Patricia kept her eyes focused on the slut shoes, wishing she were invisible.

     Smiling her sweetest smile, Sara stated to a man pulling a wheeled suitcase behind him with eyebrows raised,” It’s ok, she loves this, don’t you darling?”

     Receiving no response, Sara sat back down and said to Patricia in the most caring tone,”Don’t be shy sweetie, answer.”

     “Yes.” came the whispered response.

     “Yes what, dear?”

     “Yes….MissSara.”

     “Louder pet, no one can hear you.” slightly more menacing, but still with the same sweet smile.

     “Yes MissSara, I love it.” Patricia’s face burned with shame.

     Sara turned to her, placing one hand on either side of her head. Pulling her face upright and to her own, she kissed Patricia deeply, her tongue forcing its way past reluctant pink lips. Patricia was mortified. She had kissed a friend of hers years ago in a heated moment, but briefly-and nothing like this!

     Sara kept firm hold of Patricia, her tongue exploring the warmth of the sluts mouth. Patricia’s resistance faded with each second and she found herself responding, her tongue now slithering past the lips of the young girl. She no longer cared about the fact that she was shamelessly exposed, or that her nipples were beginning to ache from the clamps, or that she was here submitting to a young woman young enough to be her daughter while her husband was 1500 miles away. All that mattered at this moment was those wonderful lips, the warm tongue entwined with her own. She wanted this moment frozen in time forever. She marveled at how natural it seemed.

     The trance was interrupted by Amber clearing her throat and tapping her nails on the roof of the car. Patricia, panting heavily, realized that Sara had already turned back around to get out and let Amber into the back seat. Looking past Sara she noticed that Amber had her cell phone in her hand and had been pointing the camera at her.

     “My God Amber, your timing is really bad! I hope you at least got a few good pictures.”

     “I am sure you plan on doing a lot of that later so don’t give me that look! And yes I got some very nice ones, thankyou very much.” Amber feigned indignation,” Almost as good as some of the ones we got a while ago when she was showing off her tits and ass!”

     Both girls giggled at this while Patricia blushed furiously, turning her face to the floor again.

     “Oh no little slut! No hiding like that. You are much too cute to keep your face hidden.” Patricia heard from behind her.

     Amber reached around and grabbed the leash, pulling it back tightly and making Patricia sit up straight. Amber wrapped the leash around the headrest several times, securing Patricia’s neck tightly. She then set about lacing something into each of the schoolgirl’s pigtails. Patricia felt her hair being pulled backward and had no choice but to follow until her head was squarely against the backrest. As Amber finished whatever she was doing back there, she was no longer able to move her head at all.

     Fortunately for Patricia, it was dark now and, stopping at the first traffic light, the cars on either side saw only a woman looking straight ahead, being driven by two young girls talking gaily to one another.

     “MissSara, may I please have the clamps removed….pleeease?”

     “Oh but Patricia, they look so adorable on your little schoolgirl titties, don’t you agree Amber?”

     “Definitely Sara. I just love them.”

     “Please, they are getting very sore.”

     “Ok, ok, don’t whine babydoll. Amber will you do the honors?”

     “Love to!” Amber answered with a bit too much enthusiasm to make Patricia comfortable.

     Amber reached around both sides of Patricia, pulling the connecting chain away from Patricia’s imprisoned breasts and releasing them from the confines of her blouse. The new pull on her tender nipples elicited a groan from their owner. Amber hefted a breast in each hand, massaging them, squeezing gently, thumbs flicking the clamped nubbins. Near tears not only from the pain, but from the idea of this young woman…..no, this girl having such control over her. Amber grasped both clamps, squeezing them open enough to pull free of the trapped buds. The sudden flow of blood to her tortured nipples produced a pain momentarily more intense than what she had felt when they were clamped. Patricia stifled a shriek, followed by a series of moans as her nipple regained their normal shape, aided by Amber’s massaging.

     “Very good self control Patricia. I was afraid we were going to have to gag you again.” Sara beamed.

     Amber ceased her ministrations to the sluts breasts, but left them exposed. Patricia could do nothing but look ahead.

     Sara smiled inwardly. This was going very well. They were purposely allowing the slut small respites in her degradation, only to snatch them away. This would keep her on the edge at all times, and instill a feeling that they were both her antagonists and her salvation. Sara loved the idea of breaking this slut mentally, emotionally, and physically.

     The girls chatted happily as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Not wanting to be gagged again, Patricia remained quiet except for the occasional whimper when there was an opportunity for a passing motorist to view her exposed breasts. She wondered how the two could behave as if there were not a bound, nearly naked woman in the car.

     The ride ended more or less without event in the underground parking structure of an upscale apartment building. Patricia knew from past conversations that MissSara was a psychology major at the local university and that she lived with 2 roommates near campus. She had assumed that Amber was one of the roommates but after the car was parked and the two exited the car, Amber leaned over the seat and kissed Patricia on the cheek, whispering “I can’t wait until tomorrow slut.” Patricia couldn’t contain the shiver that ran through her at such an ominous statement.

     The girls said goodbye, leaving Patricia alone with MissSara. She didn’t know whether to be relieved or worried. Sara walked to the passenger side and opened the door.

     “Well, it’s just you and me now darling.” Patricia could not contain a small whimper, although she was trying to maintain some degree of composure.

     Sara released her hair bondage, followed by the leash holding her upright. Once the seatbelt was undone she swung Patricia’s legs out of the car and released her, helping her to stand. Patricia waited for the rest of her bonds to be removed until she felt the tug on her leash, realizing Sara had other ideas.

     Patricia resisted the pull,”MissSara please, not like this”.

     “Oh yes, just like this sweetie”. She pulled a bit harder. “Besides, I don’t have the keys. I left them at home”, feigning innocence,”Oops!”

     With that Patricia’s hopes that the rest of the evening would go easily were dashed. She walked nervously behind her new Mistress, praying that they would not encounter anyone on their journey, resigned to the fact that she was truly under this girls’ control. What a sight she must be, dressed (or barely so) in this silly outfit, being led on a leash, heels clacking on the garage floor. She dared not look around, but simply followed meekly.

     They arrived at the elevator and her fears began anew. Mercifully it was unoccupied. Even this brief hope of sanctuary was taken from her as Sara directed her attention to the video camera high in one corner of the car. She blew the camera a kiss and took Patricia into her arms, kissing her more passionately than she could recall ever being kissed. Patricia responded immediately this time, returning the kiss with all her soul. The first time, in the car, had been wonderful but she had been very nervous and self-conscious. This was nothing like that. For the moment this was all that existed, Sara and her, together in this small space, floating in nothingness. There was no world outside, no past, no future, just this moment of bliss.

     A soft bell announced their arrival at Sara’s floor. The door opened and Sara reluctantly released her embrace. Breathlessly, Patricia opened her eyes to the shocked expressions of a young couple who were waiting to board the elevator. She was once again plunged into her world of degradation and submission. She simply stared at her toes. There was little else for her to do.

     “Hi!” Sara declared brightly. “Let’s go darling.” She had her arm around Patricia’s waist, guiding her out of the elevator.

     The young couple stepped into the car, watching the leash drag on the floor and the bound wrists.

     “Oh, she likes that sort of thing,” Sara said to them playfully,”It’s not really my thing but I don’t mind playing along. Sorry, we have to go, she is in SUCH a hurry!”

     With a little giggle she pulled her humiliated captive along the corridor. With tear-filled eyes Patricia followed along, nearly at her breaking point. She hoped that a small reprieve from the continued assault on her dignity awaited her on the other side of the door the stopped at. At least, she thought, she would be inside Sara’s apartment and away from further public humiliation.

     Sara opened the door and pulled her new toy inside. Locking the door behind them she virtually attacked her prey, ripping open the front of the silk blouse. Patricia, pinned against the door, gave way to the lust which had been threatening to consume her all evening. At this moment she wanted nothing more than to be taken by this nubile young woman. Her wish was granted by Sara, who devoured every inch of the slut. She was a whirling dervish of desire, hands mauling breasts, caressing her behind, manipulating her once again dripping sex.

     In moments Patricia was without her blouse or skirt. This time she did not resist in the least as she was led to the bedroom.

     Sara led her to the foot of the bed, pressing her shoulders down until she was on her knees.

     “Spread your knees darling.” She softly demanded.

     “More”, until Patricia was stretched to near the point of discomfort.

     Sara walked slowly around the kneeling redhead, as if examining a racehorse. Every inch of Patricia’s body was scrutinized, poked, prodded, caressed. Patricia, for her part, kept her eyes fixed on the floor in front of her.

     “Gorgeous, just gorgeous!”,Sara pronounced in a throaty tone seething with desire. Looking at a spot on the floor between the outstretched knees,”Oh my! Someone is a bit anxious, hmmm?”

      Patricia shifted her gaze to the area directly beneath her burning sex to discover, much to her horror, that she had left a token of her arousal in a tiny puddle on the floor.

     “I….I’m so sorry MissSara.”

     “Don’t be darling. It tells me more than any words could.”

     Sara walked over to her nightstand, extracted something Patricia could only guess at, then, kneeling down next to her prize, turned her attention to the soaking juncture between the slut’s thighs.

     “I love it shaved like this pet. I want you always like this, naked, open to me” Sara cooed.

     She couldn’t help but notice the shudder that passed through the bound woman’s body. She snapped on the vibrator, the unmistakable sound filling the quiet room. Another shudder. Sara smiled, knowing that this woman was completely hers. At first touch of the vibe Patricia began to moan and whimper uncontrollably. In no time at all it was well lubed and Sara slid it in until her hand bumped up against her Venus mound. Patricia shrieked as the huge vibe stuffed her completely, spreading her labia wide. She was certain that if she were to look she would see her abdomen bulge from the huge intrusion impaling her.

     As Sara began thrusting the vibrator in and out, she used her thumb to massage the clit stretched so tightly across the top.

     “Look at me pet. Look in my eyes.”

     Patricia lifted her eyes self-consciously to gaze into those amazing gray eyes. Those eyes which totally mesmerized her, holding control over her very soul, yet at this moment caring and adoring.

     “Don’t look away darling. I want to see you. I want you to see me when it happens.”

     With that Patricia went over the edge, a virtual tidal wave overcoming her. She screamed for all she was worth, the orgasm releasing a torrent of emotion along with the all encompassing euphoria that engulfed her body. Time froze, and at that moment she knew, just as Sara did, that this girl owned her very soul. In that moment this girl had seen inside her more deeply than anyone ever had and she had done the same with Sara. They were bound together in a way she never even realized existed.

     Sara smothered the last of Patricia’s screams with her own mouth, reveling in her power over the woman in such an intimate way. She helped Patricia to the floor as she collapsed, writhing in bliss.

     “Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod,” she babbled incoherently, lost to her own semi-consciousness.

     When Sara felt she had recovered sufficiently she pulled Patricia back to her kneeling position, pushing outward on her thighs to ensure her knees were spread obscenely wide, just as she like. The vibrator fell to the floor, buzzing merrily until Sara picked it up and turned it off, tossing it out of the way.

     Sara stood, a wry smile on her face, and pulled her top over her head, hips swaying, body moving seductively. Unbuttoning her jeans, she danced before the kneeling woman like a seasoned stripper, flirting with her, blowing kisses, making a real show of removing her jeans. Down to just her bra and panties, Sara was everything Patricia had imagined, her long black hair caressing soft white flesh. The bra was removed to reveal two perky globes topped with lovely little brown buds. Patricia had always wanted larger breasts, but seeing these gave her a new appreciation of her own.

     Sara at last hooked her thumbs into her lacy black panties and slowly slid them down her toned legs, revealing a tiny dark patch of meticulously groomed hair just above her sex.

     Patricia stared at the show, transfixed by the unveiling of each new treasure.

     Sara leaned her cute behind against the bed, spreading her legs wide. She reached down with both hands and spread her labia, massaging and caressing her now damp sex.

     “The time has come darling.” She did not have to explain, both women knew what that meant.

     She curled one finger seductively,”Come here pet.”

     Patricia started to crawl forward.

     “Keep your position pet.”

     Patricia returned to her wide kneed position and sidled slowly forward, thankful that it was a short distance. When she arrived, her face was inches away from Sara’s sex. She felt flushed, heart beating loudly in her heaving chest. This was it. She could detect the faint scent of Sara’s arousal, the same as her own, yet different.

     Sensing hesitation, Sara placed a hand on either side of the slut’s head and gently drew her face to her own heated sex. Patricia felt her lips contact the tender flesh of Sara’s labia, her nose tickled by the tuft of fur just above. The pressure at the back of her head became more insistent. Her tongue cautiously peeked from between her parted lips. She felt the wet, coppery, slightly sweet taste on her tongue. The realization dawned on her that at this point it was going to happen no matter what. She steeled herself and plunged her tongue into the waiting dampness and was rewarded with a low deep moan from above her.

     She began tongue fucking Sara in earnest now, spurred on by the girl’s passionate cries and her own renewed arousal. She worked her way upward and placed her tongue squarely on the engorged clit. Sara bucked so violently that, had she not been holding the redhead in place, would have thrown her backwards onto the floor. Patricia persisted, knowing from her own experiences at self pleasuring that Sara was approaching Nirvana.

     Sara, for her part, buried the slut’s face in her pussy with all her might, locking her thighs around the red head and encouraging her performance in a low, guttural growl.

     Sara came in an explosion of passion, lights flashing in her head, her entire body rocked by the percussion of a million bursting stars. She clutched at the red hair buried in her belly, howling in animalistic pleasure.

     Sara had experienced plenty of orgasms before, or so she thought. But nothing could have prepared her for this. Her entire being shook with the orgasm, radiating from her womb out towards every nerve ending in her body. Patricia knew it too, tears streaming down her face. Such was her joy that she had given her young Mistress such pleasure.

      Sara finally released Patricia from the death-grip she had held on her. The slut’s face was covered in her juices. Her make-up was a mess, her hair disheveled, tears streaked her cheeks. Yet, she was smiling sweetly, eyes gleaming, still wet with tears.

     She pulled Patricia to her feet, retrieved the keys to her bondage and gently removed first the dreaded shoes, then unlocking her wrists from behind her back, and finally removing the collar and leash.

     She actually considered leaving the tall redhead like this, completely nude and unfettered, but instead took her by the hand, leading her to the bed. Turning down the covers, she then pulled from behind the headboard another collar. It was a bit larger than one Patricia had been wearing all evening, black leather enforced by gleaming stainless steel, padded inside with soft fur. It was attached somewhere out of sight by a heavy looking chain. She very gently, lovingly placed it around the slender neck and, with a small click reminding the slut of her place, finalized Patricia’s accommodations for the night. She helped the now weak and spent woman into bed. Turning out the light she climbed into bed with her prize and, taking her in her arms, held her tightly as Patricia wept uncontrollably. The extremes she had experienced today had taken their toll and now it all came spilling out.

     “Shhh, shhhh, pet. Everything is alright. I am here.” Shortly the tears dried, tension leaving her body, replaced by comfort, warmth, well-being.

     Minutes later both slept peacefully, contentedly.

     

    

    

    

    

    

The Perils of Patricia

Part 3

     Patricia slept remarkably well, due in no small part to her exhaustion, both emotional and physical. Visions of submission, sexual servitude and humiliation invaded her dreams, although none seemed to give cause for alarm. Instead she slept deeply and securely, comforted by the soft and warm young body next to her.

     The morning sunlight bathed the room in a warm glow as the drapes were swept aside by a cheerful Sara.

     “Rise and shine sleepyhead!” she beamed at her slumbering prize.

     “It’s a lovely day and we have so much to do!”

     Patricia lazily began to sit, brushing a stray fiery red lock from her eyes.

     “Good morning pet! I take it you slept well. But you certainly don’t want to miss the whole day now, do you?”

     “No Sar….Miss Sara.”

     “I’m sure you would like to clean up a bit before breakfast,” chirped the happy brunette as she unlocked the collar which limited Patricia to a small radius around the bed.

     “Yes Miss Sara, thankyou.” Patricia had her feet on the floor and was beginning to rise when she was suddenly overtaken by the fact that she was completely nude. Pulling the duvet up to her chin she sank back down only to be chided by the young woman before her.

     “Now now pet, surely you are not going to be shy with me, are you? Not after last night.”

     Leaning in close, Sara grabbed the covers and gently began to pull them away from the trembling redhead.

     “I know exactly what you want pet, what you need.” She whispered, holding Patricia’s eyes with her own.

     “You want to be naked for me, don’t you darling? Hmmm? To hide nothing from your Mistress. Isn’t that right, pet?” she purred. “Yesssss, that’s it pet, let go.”

     As she gently coaxed the trembling redhead, more and more pale flesh was exposed to her gaze, until there was nothing left between them.  Sara felt the rush of power enter her as it left the submissive before her. Although Patricia probably didn’t consciously realize it, their places had just been reinforced. This fully clothed young woman standing over her was in charge. 

     “That’s better now, isn’t it pet? Go ahead now, shower and freshen up. Everything you need is in the bathroom. I have a few things to do so I will be back in a bit to check on you.” Sara kissed the redhead on the cheek, spun her around and sent her on her way, patting her bottom, “Scoot!”

     As she waited for the shower to become warm Patricia grabbed a thick towel from the counter. Gently brushing it against her cheek she noted it was very high quality, like everything else she had seen so far. “ Sara must come from money.” she thought.

     Having luxuriated in the warm water, expensive body wash, shampoo and conditioner, Patricia finally stepped from the shower feeling fresh and revived. She had almost forgotten the overwhelming events of last evening. Wrapping a thick towel around her, she looked for a dressing gown or anything to wear. Perhaps she was to remain naked. This thought made her instantly uneasy. While she had exposed herself lewdly last evening, she really didn’t want to run around naked all day. It occurred to her that might be the whole point, though. To keep her off guard and completely dependent on Sara.

     Patricia’s thoughts were interrupted by the door opening as Sara popped her head in.

     “Everything going well, pet? I think you have everything you need here. I want you to look your best. I sort of guessed at your colors, but I think you will like the look. I know I will”, referring to the makeup laid out neatly on the vanity.

     “Is there anything for me to wear, Miss Sara?” Patricia asked hesitantly

     “I’m sure we can find something for you to throw on----for now” Sara said with a Cheshire cat smile.

     Once again alone, Patricia decided to finish getting ready for the day. She began to blow-dry her hair and, taking up a brush, decided to tease her hair a bit to give it more of a lion’s mane look. That always drew comments and she truly did want to impress Sara.

    As she was finishing she noticed a razor and can of shaving cream, both obviously new. After a moment’s thought she realized their purpose and quickly grabbed both, lathering her pubic area she swept away the light stubble which had grown over the course of the last day, making certain she was as bald as the day she was born. This was something Sara had insisted on, even hinting at the possibility of removing it on a more permanent basis. Patricia blushed at the thought of being permanently bald in her most intimate and womanly area.

     As she prepared herself for the day, artfully applying the supplied makeup, as well as a touch of a very expensive perfume to select areas, she contemplated the world shattering events of yesterday.  While those events were far beyond anything she had ever imagined, she suspected that was not the end of it. Despite Sara’s caring and sweet demeanor last night and this morning, she knew from countless hours of chats that Sara was not looking for a lover, but a slavegirl. And at the moment, Patricia was that slavegirl! After all, she was totally at the young woman’s mercy. She was without her identification, money, or any means of getting home. She even had to rely on Sara for her clothes! On the other hand, she had been more excited than at any other time in her life. And Sara had produced an orgasm in her that eclipsed anything she had ever experienced. Never had she encountered anything so overwhelming, all-consuming, mind alteringly---astonishing! And she wanted it again!

     Slipping a hand between her thighs she realized she had become wet with her thoughts of Sara and that she would likely degrade herself again, if for no other reason than to get into the girl’s bed again and achieve that same bliss she had felt last night.

     Patricia took one last look at her reflection to insure all was perfect before she returned to the bedroom. The mirror revealed bright blue eyes beneath smoky eyeshadow, highlighted by shimmering gold which caught the light seductively. The high cheekbones defined by subtly applied deep rouge. The delicate nose and dark, full lips, all framed by airy wisps of fiery red locks. She looked as if she were about to do a photo shoot for the cover of a fashion magazine. And it was all for Sara. Why she wanted to please this young woman so badly was a mystery, but she wanted , and intended, to do just that.

     As she returned to the bedroom Sara was waiting for her, a bright smile on her gorgeous young face.

     “There you are pet, ready for breakfast? I have something for you to wear, then we can go eat.”

     Sara held up an emerald green silk dressing robe. Clearly it was designed to be worn over some manner of undergarments, likely tap pants and chemise, or something of that nature. But it was obvious to Patricia that she would be wearing it alone, with only the thin silk to cover her.

     Slipping it on she thought “Oh well, she has seen all of me anyway.” As the fine material settled onto her shoulders she realized it was just barely enough to cover her nude womanhood and her behind had no less protection. Any bending would show off everything, as would sitting. The next problem, she discovered, was that the front could be closed only just enough to barely contain her breasts. She cinched the waist tie as tightly as possible, which further served to accentuate her breasts, stretching the fabric tightly across them, flattening them slightly and leaving no doubt as to the condition of her now very erect nipples.

     “Miss Sara, I can’t…..” her protest was cut off.

     “Of course you can pet, and you will. Now, don’t be such a baby. Here put these on.”

     Patricia took the shoes being held out to her. Simple black pumps, with a 5 inch heel. As she sat on the bed to slip her feet into the torturous  things, Sara continued “As I recall it was you who asked for something to wear, wasn’t it? Plus,  I just love the effect, don’t you?”

     Patricia inwardly rolled her eyes, “Yes Miss Sara.”

     As Patricia struggled slightly on the towering heels, Sara led the way to the dining area, gently holding the slave’s hand. But Patricia stopped abruptly as they rounded the corner only to find that, just as she had feared, they would not be alone for breakfast. Seated at the table were Amber and another young blond. While Patricia had hoped to spend the day alone with her lovely young Mistress, it seemed that was not going to be the case.

     As they entered the room all conversation stopped, the new blond girl staring at the tall, nearly naked redhead in disbelief. Patricia felt all of the blood in her body suddenly rush to her cheeks, matched only by that of the blond girl who, it seemed, was not privy to Patricia’s subjugation.

     “See Jessica, I told you!” exclaimed Amber triumphantly. Apparently they had been talking about her and Jessica had not believed there was a forty year old submissive bisexual sex slave in the next room who was willing to debase herself at the whim of her Mistress.

     As she cowered back into the bedroom, Patricia was hardly able to believe it herself. After all, only yesterday she had been an average, all-American, girl next door, living a normal average life with her husband, in her average suburban neighborhood. Now, here she was with barely a breath of clothing to cover her, in front of these three young women, and completely at their mercy- and she had done it all voluntarily!

     “Now, don’t be shy pet, come in!” encouraged Sara, now taking a much firmer grip on the woman’s wrist.

     Moving in close, Sara whispered “Please don’t make me bind you pet. You are going to come in here and behave or I will make it much more difficult. You know I can.”

     The look in her eyes told Patricia she was quite serious and that her compliance was inevitable. Patricia allowed herself to be led into the room, eyes fixed firmly on a spot on the floor in front of her.

     “Patricia you don’t mind serving, do you?”

     Patricia’s eyes darted to Sara as her flush deepened. Sara had seated herself and was now smiling sweetly at her. Seeing no alternative she moved towards the counter.

    “Not at all Miss Sara.”

     “Told ya!” Amber pronounced victoriously.

     “And she will do anything she is told?” inquired Jessica.

     “You bet! You saw the pictures from last night. She is really something!”

     “Oh my god, I just can’t believe it! Sara how did you get her to do it? I mean, she’s a full grown woman!”

     “Yes she is, a married one too” Sara stated conversationally, “but she loves it, every bit of it, whether she realizes it or not. She was meant to be a pet, controlled and cared for by me.”

     Patricia couldn’t believe what she was hearing. These three girls sat and discussed her in a most conversational tone, and worse yet they spoke as if she were not in the room, adding to her humiliation. But still, she felt the familiar fire begin to burn within her, the tiny flame threatening to become a raging inferno if she couldn’t control herself.

     “Not now, oh god, not now” she pleaded silently as she went about serving the three girls.

     As Patricia completed her serving duties Sara at last spoke to her directly.

     “Come sit next to me pet.”

     Patricia felt a new wave of humiliation wash over her as she realized that Sara meant for her to kneel on the floor next to her. Kneeling down next to the seated girl, her position was reinforced once more.

      “That’s a good girl” cooed Sara, offering her pet a bit of fruit.

     As Patricia reached for it, it was quickly withdrawn with a stern look from Sara. Patricia concluded that she was not to use her hands to eat, instead allowing Sara to feed her as any household pet. Although her cheeks flushed crimson she couldn’t hold back the wave of passion that washed over her. She only prayed that her scent would not give her away.

     The meal continued this way, three fully clothed girls seated at the dining table, and one nearly naked woman sitting next to her Mistress as any obedient dog. Patricia was fed her entire meal by hand, while the three chatted. Occasionally Sara would reach out to stroke her hair, cheek, or a nearly exposed nipple.

     But the entire time Jessica’s eyes darted from the seated girls back to the redhead kneeling on the floor, a fact which did not go unnoticed by Sara. Amber had been watching her as well, but where Jessica’s expression was one of disbelief and embarrassment, Amber’s lascivious stare made Patricia decidedly uncomfortable. Patricia was certain that, if left alone with Amber, things would get a lot more uncomfortable for her.

     Once the meal was over and the girls were sipping on their coffee, Sara decided it was time to move things along.

     “So Jess, still having trouble with this?”

     “Well, yeah, I guess ……I mean, it’s kinda weird” the blushing girl stumbled on her words.

     “Not as weird as you might think Jess. Really. Amber is ok with it, right Amber?”

     “Sure! I love it!” offered Amber enthusiastically, “I mean, who wouldn’t? To have your own slave to do whatever you want. And I mean ‘anything’” the last part clearly directed towards Patricia, eliciting a chill.

     “You have no idea how much pleasure you can get from it” added Sara.

     “Would you like a sample Jess? She would be happy to please you” pronounced Sara proudly. Then, directing her question to Patricia “Wouldn’t you pet?”

     No! Patricia screamed inwardly.

     “Yes Miss Sara, of course.”

     “Strip pet.”

     The command was sweet, but firm. Patricia knew she would be complying, despite her reservations about degrading herself before this girl who clearly was not comfortable with this scene.

     With trembling hands Patricia quickly untied the bow holding the flimsy garment. Slipping her arms out she let her last defenses glide to the floor where she knelt.

     “Very nice, now clasp your hands behind your back and spread your knees.”

     As Patricia assumed the humiliating pose she felt her breasts thrust forward and hoped that her now spread open sex would not give her arousal away.

     “So Jess, you like?”

     Jessica was at a loss for words. Trying hard to look away she fumbled with her words “I..I’m not…umm, I’m not..”

    “Gay?” Sara began to laugh. “Neither is Amber, but she isn’t afraid to receive pleasure, are you Am?”

     “Nope!” giggled Amber.

     “I think it’s time we show Jess what I mean pet. I want you to crawl to her and beg to pleasure her, now.”

     Patricia looked pleadingly at Sara, but could see she meant exactly what she said. To prove it Sara had produced a crop from somewhere and now slapped it against one hand to emphasize her words.

     Ignoring the tears welling in the wide blue eyes, she repeated “Now, pet!”

     “Yes Miss Sara.”

     Patricia lowered her hands to the floor and crawled the short distance to where Jessica was seated.

     “Resume your position pet” came the command from behind her.

     Rising back to her subservient position, Patricia clasped her hands behind her back once again, and spread her knees wide.

     “Wider pet!” Sara’s voice came once again, now in front of her.

     Patricia spread her knees as far apart as she could, well aware that she was presenting her gaping, glistening sex to the young woman seated before her.

     “Please Miss Jessica, may I please give you pleasure?” her voice wavering, unable to look up.

     “Give her pleasure how, pet? Say it.”

     “By licking her.”

     “More specific pet, and use full sentences little slut.”

     That last comment made Patricia positively gush. She could feel a trickle of moisture slide down her inner thigh. Flushed with shame, she continued.

     “Please Miss Jessica, may I please bring you pleasure by licking your…pussy?”

     Patricia felt the instantaneous degradation of her last words. She had just descended another rung on the ladder of submission. Until yesterday she had never been with another woman. Now here she was, groveling before this girl with whom she had been acquainted for no more than thirty minutes, begging her to lick her-pussy. Oh, that word! She couldn’t recall ever having used it before, it just seemed so trashy. She felt dirty for having said it and even worse with the knowledge that in moments she would likely have her face buried in it. Yet, her own sex continued to flow, her arousal now plainly evident to all in the room.

     Sara, having decided to push the slut further out of her comfort zone, commanded “Be more respectful pet, look at Jessica when you ask something of her.”

     Patricia hesitantly raised her wide blue eyes to see Sara standing behind Jessica holding a small video camera, obviously to document her debasement. She was slightly relieved to see that Jessica was equally, if not more, uncomfortable than she. It was clear that Jessica was not in on this and looked as if she would run for the door at any moment.

     “Sara, this is just too weird for me. I think I should leave.” Jessica began to rise.

     “Come on Jess, look at her. She really wants to lick your pussy, and, by the way, she is very, very good!” pronounced Sara in a mock confidential tone.

     “I..I don’t think so. Really I…”

     “Oh, me, me, me, let her do me Sara!!” Amber interjected.

     “Oh allright Amber. Maybe if Jess sees how much fun it is she will change her mind.”

    “Ok slut, you have my permission to beg to serve Miss Amber.”

     Patricia swallowed hard and made her way to where Amber sat. If begging to serve Jessica had been degrading, then doing so with this young girl was down-right frightening. Every time she looked at Amber she was reminded of a hungry dog in the butcher shop window. She couldn’t help the feeling that Amber was just waiting for an opportunity to get her hands on her. And now she was presenting her with just such an opportunity. She looked up into Amber’s beaming face and repeated her request.

     “Please Miss Amber, may I please you by licking your pussy?”

     Amber added to her debasement by playing the innocent, feigning shock.

     “Mrs. Mailin! How could you? I’m just a girl! I don’t want sex with you!”

     Patricia felt light-headed. Not only had Amber called her by her surname, she had made it seem as if Patricia was the instigator of this scene. Near emotional collapse, Patricia looked at the loving face of Sara who was motioning for her to continue.

     “Please Miss Amber, please!” Patricia found herself truly begging, not knowing what else to do.

     “Caress her legs and thighs pet, kiss them, and keep begging.” Sara urged.

     Patricia let her hands glide over the young , toned calves, the soft thighs, to the hem of the tight cutoffs hugging narrow youthful hips, planting tender kisses in the erogenous zones.

     “Please Miss Amber, let me lick you, please!”

     Amber played the innocent protesting youth to perfection.

     “No Mrs. Mailin, don’t! What are you doing? Oh my god! Please no!”

     Patricia’s shame and guilt were slowly giving way to a true desire to persuade this girl to let her provide pleasure. The gentle scent of youthful perfume, the faint aroma of sex, were working on her fevered desire, even as her mind screamed to put a halt to it.

     “Get her shorts and panties off of her pet.” Sara’s voice was barely more than a whisper. Clearly this was getting to her as well.

    Meanwhile Jessica stared, mouth agape, in disbelief at the scene unfolding in front of her.

     Patricia unclasped the tight shorts and slid her hands under Amber’s  firm behind to encourage her to lift up. Amber happily lifted up enough to allow the wanton redhead to complete the job.

     “Mrs. Mailin please, no. It’s wrong, don’t.” Amber kept up the pretense.

     Patricia grasped both shorts and panties, sliding them from the little behind, and down long legs, to rest at Amber’s feet. The scent of Amber’s excitement immediately took hold of Patricia, overwhelming her reason. The sight of the girl’s pussy, the pouting labia, the clit hiding in its little home, the wisp of blonde hair all drove her past the point of caring. No longer concerned with the camera, or her audience, she pulled Amber’s behind toward the edge of the chair. Gently pressing outward on her knees Patricia marveled at how the delicate folds of Amber’s sex opened up to her like a rose in the morning sun.

     Now consumed with lust, Patricia knew only one world, one thing that mattered, one goal, and it was only inches away from her eyes. She dove in like a woman possessed, devouring the flower as a lioness feasting on fresh kill. Working her tongue furiously, kissing, nibbling, sucking, she reveled in her subservience to this pussy, this golden succulent flower. It owned her and it was part of her, as she was part of it. It was the center of her universe, in fact it was her universe.

     So consumed was Patricia that she could not hear the blonde’s protests turn to surprise, to acquiescence, to passion. Even though this was only her second time, she was quite good, drawing on her knowledge of her own body,  producing sensations Amber had yet to experience in her young life.

     Amber was edging closer and closer, paradise only moments away now, taken aloft not only by this wonderfully talented woman, but by her power over her at this moment. Suddenly Patricia buried her tongue deep into Amber, her upper lip slamming into her clit, and Amber’s world exploded into a million flashing lights. Searing heat enveloped her body, her eyes flying open wide as she grasped two handfuls of red hair and pulled with all her might, grinding her soaking pussy into Patricia’s face. If she could have, she would pull this heavenly creature completely inside of her. Instead she rode the wave of ecstasy, rutting and bucking, awash in a sea of pleasure.

    
     Once the orgasm finally released it’s hold on her, Amber pulled the red head away from her, and slumped in her chair.

     “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god” she mindlessly repeated.

     Patricia smiled inwardly, knowing it was her ministrations that had reduced this young woman to a mindless lump of jelly. But her self-satisfaction soon gave way to disgust in the realization that she had just been lowered yet another notch in the order of things- used as something to provide sexual gratification, like a vibrator or love doll. Fortunately she didn’t have long to ponder this feeling as Miss Sara once again instructed her to kneel at her side, her face covered in the result of Amber’s passion.

     “You see, Jess? See how much fun it is? Come on, give it a try.”

     “I told you Sara, I’m not gay” came Jessica’s retort.

     “Neither is Amber, silly!” giggled Sara. “For that matter, neither is Patricia here” lovingly stroking the full red hair.

     “Bbb…ut I thought..”

     “But, but, but nothing! You don’t have to be a lesbian to enjoy being orally pleasured, and besides, no one asked you to do anything other than sit back and enjoy. Nevermind Jess, if you don’t want it, then fine. I just thought you might like it is all.”

     Patricia noted the girl seemed visibly relieved to no longer be pressured by the other two girls. She too was relieved. At least part of her was. But the other part, the dark part, which she tried so hard to keep under control, was horribly disappointed to be denied the opportunity to service this girl.