We waved our respective husbands goodbye on their business trip together and my heart was pounding. Standing, I could smell the warmth of her perfume, I watched the movement of her body and the caress of her hair surreptitiously. I wanted to touch her, be touched by her. I was horny. I was reluctantly becoming used to having to do whatever Susan asked of me again. It scared me, but it also excited me a little more every time Susan asked me to do something.

We had never spent a night together before this. Now we had the prospect of nights and days. Susan had known about the trip before me and she had invited me, via our husbands, to stay with her at her home while they were away. Andrew and John thought it was a wonderful idea. I was terrified but I also knew I was deeply excited by the idea. What would she expect of me? I had sat at home trembling as time passed, by the thought of what Susan might ask me to do. It could be something really nice, but at the same time I was utterly terrified by the prospect of her dominance. It left me so vulnerable in my desire for her.

The men went through into the passenger's section at the air terminal and disappeared. Susan turned and looked into my eyes. I felt my girlish blushes as she kissed my lips so tenderly in that public place. It still surprised me that after only a slight hesitation I returned her kiss. My vagina pulsed and I nearly swooned there and then. Her lips seemed to be playing with mine for the short time the kiss lasted. My eyes were still closed as she pulled away from the passionate but brief kiss. She smiled at me as I leaned forward trying to maintain the kiss.

Feeling foolish I felt a fresh rush of embarrassment and blood to my face as I knew my response to her and the knowledge of the public place kicked in. My mouth opened and closed after the separation. Two women kissing in public. They could have been long lost friends meeting again after a long parting, but not like this kiss, this was a lovers kiss. If I had seen two other women kissing as we kissed I knew that I would have presumed something other than friendship, if others had seen me they would have been correct.

The airport bar was dark and half full. We sat on leather seats in a corner with our glasses of wine. Susan unashamedly inspected me, and I felt it. It made me blush, I couldn't stop the blushing. Sitting, the leather chair was cool, and it stuck to my legs. Normally I hardly ever wore a dress I realised. She had made me dress me in nothing but a simple tank dress, buttoning all the way down the front, made of a purple silk, which seemed to whisper as I moved. She had told me skirts or dresses unless told otherwise. She liked my legs, I wasn't that impressed, but she told me that she did, so I did as I was bid. I had forgotten how uncomfortable it was to keep pulling it down and be sitting carefully. I was distracted and self-conscious by the sight of my thighs. I was also fidgeting as my knickers were becoming uncomfortably damp.

My initial fears had been quite simply over-ruled by Susan once she had dominated me the time we met again. Meeting my ex-teacher again. A teacher who I had submitted to lovingly, sexually, submissively. I wanted her as much, if not more, than when I was her pupil. I felt her pupil still. I had willingly given myself to her as a frustrated school student.

Over the following years I had constantly remembered and fantasised about our feverishly heated sex, my desperate submission, her easy dominance of me, even when doing the most trivial things. It embarrassed me now what she had me do for her at times. It excited me too, I reluctantly admitted to myself. I had wanted to please her. I remembered how easily I had accepted she wanted and expected me naked in private, wanted her fingers on me and even in me in public places. I had wanted to show her that I would do anything for her even if she had me act like a slut. Over the years I had ached for those times, my body throbbing and lubricating freely because of her and what I had done for her. I was petrified that she would just see me as I was then, an easily led kid with a crush. Ten years older now, married now.

She must know I couldn't possibly do all that now, but I felt things were falling apart since I met her again, since she had taken me again. I could not get Susan out of my mind.

I hadn't been able to sleep properly for nights after giving myself to Susan again. I had expected her to get in touch immediately but she hadn't and it left me in frantic turmoil. Eventually, as I was doing some ironing, she had phoned.

"Hello my pet."

"Hello Susan." Suddenly breathless.

"Excuse me? Is someone there?" Sharp. "If there isn't, what do you call me?"

"No. Oh sorry, I am alone. Sorry. Hello Mistress. I am sorry, I didn't know if I should or not." Feeling like a silly little girl.

"Of course you should unless there is a very good reason. Don't ever forget. I am sure you'll be a good girl from now on wont you? After all you told me you wanted me to own your slutty little self again, didn't you?"

"Yes Mistress." My face had been hot with embarrassment as I had stood holding the phone. My bra tight and my pussy twitching.

"What are you doing? Are you alone, I gather you are?"

"Yes Mistress, I am alone in the house, Andrew's at work. I was doing the ironing."

"Well turn it off now." I had done as I was told and waited. "I want you naked now my little slut, do you hear? You like being naked for me don't you slut? You did when you came over with your husband and he left you with me, didn't you? Describe what you are doing as you undress."

"Here Mistress?"

"Oh yes. Don't argue my sweet sub, just strip that body of yours."

"Yes. Yes Mistress." Oh God. I had pictured myself undressing for her that last time. Was I really going to do this? I stood shaking, breathing heavily. "Yes." Giving in to her. Giving in to myself. She knew me too well. My body had shivered at the thought of obeying her.

I took my clothes off. Described my movements and the articles of clothing. It hadn't been easy with one hand holding the phone. She made me take everything off even though it was really embarrassing doing it. Though no one could see in the windows it had still felt so wicked and frightening being naked at a time like this and especially being commanded to do so. She had correctly guessed that my face was burning and my nipples were hard. Eventually I admitted I was kicking off my jeans and knickers. My clothes were strewn across the carpet. My nipples had hardened with the cold and that something else. My body throbbed as I stood naked, holding the phone, my other arm around my waist. I had wanted to touch myself but was scared to just yet. I had become so quickly aroused it had scared me.

"Did you play with yourself after leaving me at the weekend subby?" As if reading my mind.

"Yes, yes Mistress. It excited me."

"I'll let this go for now slut but in future I will determine, your playing, your orgasms. Is that clear?"

"Yes Mistress. Thank you. I didn't know. I'm sorry."

"Its alright little one. I know that you didn't know. Do you think it is correct, that I should have that control, my sweet slut? Is that what you would like too?" Her voice had done strange things to my stomach.

"Yes Mistress."

"Tell me that is what you want then, ask for it nicely." I had closed my eyes and stood there naked. Inside, my vagina had pulsed, my breathing had been laboured and I had been reduced to her horny little girl again by what she made me do. So horny and so humiliating it being within her control.

"Please Mistress, please tell me when I can play with myself or orgasm. I would like that Mistress. It will make them special and make me realise what I am."

"And what is that dear?"

"Yours… your slut Mistress. Your… sub, your horny… your horny little subslut that you can do with as you will. Oh God."

"And does that knowledge both shame and excite you my love?"

"Oh yes. Oh yes, Mistress." A whimper.

I was told to play with my breasts. Both softly and roughly, squeeze my nipples until they hurt, pull them and all the time describe to her how it had felt, describe the redness of the marks I had left and what I had been doing for her. For her. For her. My nipples ached and I had been so aware of my vagina throbbing inside me and pulses of liquids lubricating me.

"Are you hot for me my little girl?"

"Oh God yes Mistress." I had so clearly heard the need in my voice. It humiliated, it excited. "Very hot for you."

"Do you want to finger your hot slit for me Emma slut?"

"Oh yes please Mistress"

"What is it, that word for your pussy that you find so embarrassing my sweet?"

"My cunt, Mistress." I had croaked the words out. I had felt sweat under my arms.

"Well finger your hot cunt nicely as though it was me doing it to you. But don't you dare cum yet."

"Oh no, I won't Mistress." Then I had groaned as my fingers had slid over my clit and between my lips. I hadn't realised how wet I had become. I slid inside myself and circled my clit over and over described what I had been doing. Admitted I was fingering myself because I had been told to, that I was doing it for her. I had never became this horny doing it alone. My legs had splayed lewdly to give myself even easier and lewder access. She had made me hold the phone next to my pussy so that she could hear the squidshy sounds of my lubrication and my fingers. I died of shame, I nearly came, only suddenly remembering that I hadn't supposed to.

"Oh, oh Mistress. I nearly came." Panting.

"Do you want to cum my little bitch?"

"Oh yes please. Please."

"Put your fingers in your mouth and listen then." I did, sucking hungrily at my juices. So aware of the taste of my juices. "I want you to stay naked for me until I tell you to dress. I will call and allow you to cum if you have been good for me, but you have to wait. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress. But please…." The phone had gone dead.

"You're wet aren't you Emma?" Reality now, in the bar.

"Yes." It just popped out. Furious with myself at my admission. Did she know what I had been thinking? Could she smell me? Her hand slid over my cheek and I leant my face against her as a tear filled each eye. Her finger moved to my mouth and played along my lips causing me to open unaware of my action. A finger slid within and I suckled on it. It felt so humiliating and submissive sucking on that long finger deep within my mouth. Sucking her finger. Mouth opened. Her inside me. So sexual. Obviously submissive. Not sure why I was so turned on. Crossed my legs, a ripple of pleasure shoot through my body. Not remembering ever being this turned on as an adult by the anticipation, of the promise. I felt like a schoolgirl on a date. My vagina pulsed wetly. The finger left me. My mouth attempted to follow it. Feeling slightly foolish, not in control. Was I ever with her? She kissed me again. After the parting of our lips. My chest tight. Breath coming in gasps. She was still so near to me. Peppermints on her breath, eyes like cuffs, holding me.

"Remember our days in the past. I will have you naked for me soon." I could feel the breath in my throat as my chest tensed with excitement. "You'll like that wont you?"

I didn't want to answer. I wanted to say no, that I just wanted her loving, just wanted to be loved by her. Instead my mouth whispered, "Yes." Thinking of displaying my nakedness for her, displaying my submissiveness.

"Emma, you really are an exhibitionist slut aren't you?" She laughed the words though I blushed yet again and hung my head in shame. "Look at me. Tell me you liked being naked for me."

Looking at her, the feeling of helplessness like tendrils around my body. My eyes watery, my throat tight. . She continued to look at me. Making me speak. My voice quivering, "Yes… Yes I do."

"Why did you like being naked Emma?"

"I knew it pleased you even though it was wicked. It… made me feel… exposed and vulnerable, knowing… you… had control. It made me feel easy…. like a slut."

"You are. Such an easy slut too. You are always so wet when you are naked for me. Just think of displaying those tits and cunt of yours to me again. It makes you wet doesn't it? Makes you feel like a slut doesn't it? Makes you know you are my slut again doesn't it?"

Looking away, looking down, feeling her eyes on me. Eventually I whispered "Yes." I wanted to hide. Wanted to be held. I knew that when I stood naked for her she would find me wet again and know me. Know my real self. I realised suddenly that I had thought 'when' rather than 'if'. I knew any control I had was slipping.

"You should call me Mistress shouldn't you?" It felt like I had some control by not using her title. A vague notion of keeping a little bit of control. "I will forgive you this time, but remember in future. Or I will punish you again." I remembered the way she had smacked my naked breast on our first meeting as adults. I remembered the hurt and the arousal. I shivered.

"Yes Mistress" I whispered.

"Have you been good for me little slut?"

"Yes Mistress."

She phoned me every few days. If I was alone and at home she always made me strip so I was naked as I spoke to her. She wanted me to know my nakedness and feel submissive. On my mobile she made me find somewhere where I could touch myself. Oh it had been so easy to do as she had said. I had touched and played with my body. I was easy. I had cum if she allowed me to, been frustrated when it was refused. It was easy to slip into accepting her authority over whether I could give myself release. It kicked in even more arousal. It made me feel she owned my body, whose hands I was in.

For the last three days I had not been allowed to cum even though I had had to masturbate for her to hear every day. For her to hear my gasps and pleas. For her to hear the lewd wetness of my fingers in the river between my legs as I placed the receiver down there, for her to hear my moans of frustration. I had been obedient yet afterwards laughed at myself at the silliness of my obedience. I had become more and more in need of her.

"Did you do the two things I ordered you to do?" My face suddenly flared. Her voice did not hint at the enormity of her request. At first it hadn't seemed much to me, but it had changed me, changed how I saw my relationships. On the surface it had been something that was normal and to be expected, but it turned out to be something very different indeed. She had told me to sleep with my husband. No, rather I was to be fucked by my husband. I had been surprised, but the act didn't sink in then. My lesbian lover, my Mistress, was commanding me to sleep with my husband. It seemed bizarre.

"Yes. Yes Mistress. I mailed you."

"I know. I read it. Tell me."

Even as I had listened to her giving me the instructions I had not fully realised everything it had meant. In the middle of the night. No clothing. Make him hard if need be with my hands. No lights. On my knees from behind. Make him cum. Pretend my own climax. Not to cum under any circumstances. It hadn't seemed much. Just an ordeal to go through for her. I 'd do anything for her. I was obsessed by her, her control of me. Though I couldn't in the life of me think why she would demand this of me.

I realised fully when I did it. I knew what I was. I was a whore. I was Susan's whore. It could have been anyone. In the dark. Hot and ready and wet due to all the prior thought. My fingers finding his cock. Hard in his sleep. Felt his hard cock. Waking him. Not speaking. Kneeling for it. Kneeling to be fucked. Having to explain how I wanted him to take me. The heat searing my face in the dark. I had knelt like the bitch I was, pushing up my sex . A cock at my engorged lips, at my well lubricated opening. A cock sinking deep into my body easily. Feeling it more than usual. Wetter than usual. Full. A fucking. Just a fucking. Because I was told to. Ordered to. To fuck, on command.

I was a whore who knew her place and did as I was told. I had broken faith more by fucking Andrew than by fucking someone else. I had become a whore, not just an unfaithful wife, but a whore for my lover. Half asleep he rutted me. He took me fulfilling his own needs not fully realising the little things. In and out of me his cock had pushed and I had accepted it into my body. For her. After, I lay, my body still sensitive with use, his liquids dribbling from me, unable to sleep as I stewed in humiliation and unfulfilled lust. I knew when I woke the next day. I knew now. I knew when I had followed her instructions further and described exactly, in detail, what happened and why, then e-mailed it to her. I also knew it made me so wet. Susan had broken almost all my resistance.

Eventually I looked up at her. At her face, serene, perhaps looking a little amused or quizzically at me. "Yes Mistress, I whored myself for you."

"Did you cum?"

"No Mistress."

"Did you want to cum?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Because of him?"

"No." No it wasn't the physical part, nor was it Andrew. Though I had liked being filled, used. It was something quite different. Doing sexually as I was told to do. Being a sexual plaything for her. Pleasing her. "Because of you." I felt her hand caress my cheek and my eyes closed. She knew. I hoped my dress hadn't a wet patch on it. She kissed me again and I tasted her lipstick.

"And you've done the little task for me?"

She had wanted me to do something that showed I was hers. Just a little thing she said. Have my nipples pierced, have a tattoo saying I was owned, or go and have my pubic hair removed. God! Just a little thing. I couldn't do the others so I gave in to being waxed. My pubes. It was shocking. I remember not quite believing her as she told me, as I listened to the words. All of my hair there. I think really she knew I couldn't do the others, that she just wanted me to accept that I would do it.

I had done as I was told yesterday. It was so embarrassing. Surprisingly the woman didn't bat an eyelid, simply carried on gossiping about nothing, telling me how popular it had become that summer. But for me, I knew why I was there. I knew who had made me. I knew that I was doing her bidding. As she removed it I was wet. The pain and discomfort were nothing to the humiliation I felt. I don't know if she knew about my arousal but it was something I cannot imagine her missing even though she managed to do it by sliding the thong from one side to the other. Even though I hadn't been undressed fully. Oh god I was so ashamed of my wetness and the plumpness of my labia. I couldn't wait though to get home and touch my smooth skin. I drove straight home. Undressed quickly. I needed to touch it, myself, frig myself. That bulging flesh was pink and blotchy but I knew it would go as would the slight stinging. It felt wonderful. But the smoothness was wonderful. I looked at myself in the mirror. Looking like a cross between an innocent child and an easy slut. I had decided I would tell Andrew that the doctor had recommended it for thrush.

"Yes." I hung my head but she lifted my chin with a finger and raised her eyebrows. "Yes. My pussy is bald for you."

"Is it nice?"

"Yes . It feels so smooth." I couldn't forget my baldness down there. I always seemed aware of it.

"Good. I will see for myself soon, wont I? But you forgot the Mistress." She took out a small box. "For your jewellery. Everything." I wore little jewellery. My wedding and engagement rings and earrings. That was all. I passed them over and she put the box away in her handbag. It seemed so easy to pass my rings over somehow.

We finished our drinks and with Susan's perfume still in my nostrils we walked to the car park, my hand in hers as I had been instructed. Like a child, like a submissive, like a slut. Hers. It was hot in the morning sun as we approached the multi-storey car park car, cooler and darker within the open skeleton of the building. I opened the passenger door but was stilled before entering. I had my arms on the top of the door and roof. She moved around standing behind me. My pulse racing in anticipation. I hurried.

"Remove your bra."

"No! Please don't." I felt a ripple of pleasure throbbing in my loins as I thought about what she was making me do, but I was also scared. "Please don't Mistress. Not here. People may see."

"Take that bra off. Now. There's no one that can see you."

"I can't… Please…" I pleaded.

"OK. If that's really what you want. I will not cause a scene or force you." She waited. The silence killing me. My face again flushed, my skin felt so warm and heated as I felt myself becoming so very aroused. When Susan was near she made my body alive and tingling. She knew the buttons to press. Fear and panic rushed through me. I knew the throbbing need between my thighs, and Susan could make sex more intense than I could ever have imagined. I hated to admit it but I was beginning to need the humiliation Susan brought. My hands moved to my back to unfasten it, I pulled the elastic straps down my arms, removed it through my armholes, keeping my eye on the family. I felt so embarrassed. I shouldn't be doing this. Not here anyway. I threw it into the car as instructed. My breasts moved.

Suddenly I flinched and took a deep breath as I felt her hands on my thighs.

"Lift your skirts."

"Oh God no! Please Susan. Please Mistress. Not here." My voice pleading. It was so humiliating, so disturbing, and so reminiscent of when I was a mere girl with her. 'I am older now' I wanted to shout. 'I am a big girl!' My adult female mind tried to resist, but the hunger of my body, the submissive latency, beginning to give away more and more control of my mind, made me respond, and pull up my skirt, and show her my knickers. The material slid easily over my bare thighs. I knew I was giving up control over my own life. I couldn't let her do this. I couldn't. My hands now held the back of my purple dress above my hips, my buttocks open to her gaze. I felt her hands at my knickers; felt them eased down as I stood wildly looking about me.

"Oh God, please. Noooo." The last word more a low moan than a real word.

"Wider. Emma your thighs are together! Let the gusset out from them."

I stopped myself from clamping together, felt wet material leave my lips, felt the cool air over them, over my newly plucked mound. She slid them down to my knees. I was fully aware of the feeling of ludicrousness standing with my knickers around my knees. My now free nipples tightened further at the thought. I couldn't stop her. Her body moved against me. I could feel her trousers against the flesh of my naked bottom cheeks, her breasts pushing against my back. I was lost. A hand cupped a breast through my dress. We were effectively outside! She squeezed a nipple slightly, her other hand, cooler than my exposed flesh, cupped my smooth mound as I stood slightly hidden by the car. I heard myself groan softly as she kissed the back of my neck and as her finger lay along my slit. I parted my thighs longingly, whimpering softly, angry at myself.

"Oh yes that is nice! That is so very nice and smooth." Her hand caressed me. My whimpers continued. "I love to hear those little noises. My God you are a wet horny slut aren't you? What a dripping horny bitch we have here."

I didn't reply, closing my eyes, not caring about others just at that moment, the humiliation adding further to the heat. I felt the juices trickle as I was parted and opened. Although I tried franticly to keep still and not respond I felt my hips begin to thrust rhythmically. Slut. Slut. Slut. Almost immediately her hand was removed! I groaned as I heard a little a small laugh behind me.

"You may lower your skirt over your thighs once seated, but leave those pretty knickers at your knees and your cheeks naked on the seat. You don't want to stain that beautiful dress."

I wanted more just then. The feelings of frustration, of wanting her to touch and yet the feelings of abject humiliation at doing these things, wanting them, of giving and exposing myself wherever she wished left me totally confused. I felt as though I was trying to catch up on what was happening, never quite managing it.

She moved around to the other side of the car as I tried to regain some composure before doing as she instructed. In the car I felt naked, even though covered, the material was so light and nothing constrained me underneath. I smelt my whore smell. My hardened nipples pushed out in the material so obviously displaying my feelings. I felt silly too with the damp black lace around my knees on blatant display to Mistress and me at least. I dare not look out at any passing trucks. I felt ridiculous. They were there to show me that I was a silly little girl still I knew. Feeling so wicked. I remembered as a girl she had often made me go without knickers when together and often fondled me surreptitiously even at her school. My face burnt realising that I hadn't even considered that I would attempt to stop her. I was worried that Susan would make me do something too extreme. How would I explain this to my husband, and friends if caught? I knew Susan was slowly increasing her control, but how could I stop before I was actually naked? I felt my pussy pulse again. I would have to make her stop before it is too late. But was it too late already, was I beginning to want it? I was ashamed.

She watched as I slipped the hem of my dress above my hips behind. I felt the cool yet animal like touch of the leather seat against my flesh.

"That's a good little slut. You can be so good." My stomach quivered as she praised me. But you were a naughty girl out there in the car park. You didn't do as you were told immediately and you didn't call me Mistress. A naughty girl."

"Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress." I felt a wave of panic as I wondered if she really thought that I hadn't pleased her and I turned to look at her stricken. My eyes wide my mouth open.

"And what should we do with naughty little girls, Emma?"

I didn't want to answer. I knew I had to. "Punished Mistress." My mouth dry.

"Yes, Emma. Yes I think it may be necessary. But I think you will realise what you are and what you want in the following days as we enjoy ourselves."

We drove in silence most of the way back, her hand at times on my thigh. I felt ashamed that I wanted her to touch more of me. My body ached for release. Only gradually did I relax in my shame. I caught myself moving my fingers on my left hand as if the play with my rings but they weren't there. I had given them up. Thought of this strange relationship, of how I needed it. My only regret was that I was having an extra marital affair. What she did to me, what she made me do, I knew I secretly wanted. I looked at my knickers at my knees.

It might seem bizarre to some but people smoked, drank, took drugs, did all sorts of things that they knew were dangerous. God even driving in the car was dangerous. What I wanted from this wasn't too bad. My stomach tightened inside and I squirmed my buttocks on the seat. Thought of her punishing me. I fantasised of myself draped over her, of her hand spanking me. I had fantasised a lot about her before I met her again. It was all real now. It was so scary and exciting. I looked at her. Her eyes caught mine and I blushed as I quickly looked down.

"You can speak as long as it is appropriate and respectful but I don't want you to speak too often otherwise. I know a little subby bitch like you will communicate your desires and needs, except when ordered to be silent. Any disrespectful speech or insolence will not be tolerated. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Excited slut?"

"Yes Mistress. Scared too."

When the car pulled into her drive and I got out both of us looked at the damp line on the cream leather passenger seat where I had been sitting. She laughed and I blushed yet again. I had to hobble over to the doorway with my case and keeping my knickers in position at my knees. My breasts bobbled. I stood with my knickers showing at my knees. Although it was doubtful if others would see, I stood sure that they might.

Taking my bag I followed Susan upstairs into her bedroom, with difficulty as I had not been allowed to remove the knickers. I had never been here in her bedroom before. I looked around curiously, being allowed into her sanctum. I stood and trembled deliciously, waiting, not knowing exactly what she may demand of me. I looked at the bed, vast with its metal head and foot ends. Thankfully alone now. In private, just the two of us. I put down my bag. Thankfully I was allowed, as she watched, to remove my knickers. She took them from me and smiled and she smelt them, grinning. My bottom lip quivered.

Standing, she stretched. Feline movements. Her hands went to her waist and unfastened her trousers. I stood transfixed by her legs, by her beauty. Her legs were tight, her buttocks firm beneath her French knickers. She stood and her long shirt slipped over them, hiding them again. She hung up the trousers as I watched her, unfastened another button on the shirt but then stayed as she was. She watched as I placed my clothes and toiletries where she directed from her position against the dressing table. My breasts moved against the material of my dress as I bent, again as I reached up. I could feel the slipperiness down at the junction of my thighs.

After I had completed my task she looked me in the eyes reducing me to a jelly and then kissed me. Our mouths moved deliciously, my mouth opened by her tongue, our bodies touching, pressing. She pulled back and looked at me, her fingertips touching my neck lightly as they moved to the buttons of my dress. I looked down my front as her hands unfastened each large button, slowly working their way down, one after the other. She peeled it over my shoulders and threw it over the chair. I was naked. Embarrassingly, I realised; I was pleased to be naked. I loved it. I remembered to breathe. My breasts rose and fell, trembled, nipples hard. Slowly she slid her hands down to them and started to knead very softly. A whispered moan escaped from me. She tweaked my nipples, slowly yet gradually increasing the pressure on them until I was grunting softly with something I couldn't differentiate between pleasure and pain. She started to firmly caress my tits again, using less and less pressure. Humiliatingly I felt myself leaning forward trying to get her to fondle them harder.

"Do you want this?"

"Yes. Yes Mistress."

"I own you, my love. I will own you completely. Its what I want. You do know that don't you Emma?"

"Oh, oh, yes Mistress." I felt so good then, so totally safe and at peace. I loved it, being with her. She kissed me softly, held my face and looked into my eyes.

"Would you let me own you? Would you do as I tell you totally?" Her voice gently amused.

"Yes." My voice so faint. "Yes. I'm yours." I said them, words that seemed so simple,

My breath short and ragged, less rhythmic. My body shivering even in the warm glow of giving. Her finger on my cheek still. The nail against my skin, just touching. I felt its sharpness as it followed my neck, inside my cleavage, passing my throbbing tits, over the curve of my stomach. Daren't move. Her fingers caressed my pubic mound, over the smooth flesh, denuded for her like my body. I shuddered, couldn't help but push forward and part.

"Oh yes I like this. Does it itch?"

"Yes Mistress, a little."

"Keep it slick for me. I have bought you a new Ladies Remington and a Venus razor for the intricate bits. Twice a week. When you need to shave use only a new blade and shaving cream for sensitive skin. Baby oil under the cream. Use moisturisener each day. Powder too. It'll help. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." Grateful. Still desperately horny.

I knew that she would realise how wet I still was. Fingers slid along the edge of the lips, gently rubbing them slightly apart. Separated, touched the opening. A pool of moisture within building. Hips instinctively bucked, desperate, trying to stand still. Naked and exposed to her now, adrenaline surged through me. My mind focused only on that moment. Her open mouth seemed to be saying 'Yes, you want it don't you slut.' I felt the palm of her hand brushing my sensitive skin, gliding over it lightly, fingers toying between the folds once again. The juices that had built within, flowing, trickling down the inside of my thighs. I felt the coolness as it crept along my hot flesh. Fingers played with my velvety lips, now slippery with moisture, my slut wetness. She touched my clit, my body flinching, and my hips jerked suddenly toward her. Each time she touched my sensitive bud, I jerked my hips. Each time I jerked, her hands stopped. Sighing deeply, I became more and more frustrated, more and more aroused.

"Do you want my finger inside your cunt?" So embarrassed.

"Yes! Oh god please!"

Her index finger down from my clit and slipped into me, slipped embarrassingly easily. It pushed right in. Into my cunt. Oh yes it was my cunt, her cunt. Not pussy. Cunt. It was dirty, her cunt. Belonged to her. Oh god yes. I inhaled sharply. Then I felt two fingers sliding in and out and at the same time found my clit with her thumb. I was humping against her furiously.

"Who owns you slut?"

"You… you do,… Mistress!" I almost shrieked. "Please! Please!"

"What do you want?"

"To cum! Please let me cum Mistress!" I began moaning unintelligibly.

"Who allows or denies you pleasure my little sub?"

"You… you…. aaarg….You Mistress." I was sobbing. Her fingers slid back and forth as fast as she could. I was on the verge of exploding very quickly.

"Not yet, little one".

I moaned loudly and clutched the fingers tightly inside of me. "Please! Please, I need…!!"

"I will decide what you need." You said, pulling out your fingers. My hips continued to pump, though on nothing. Her fingers came to my face; they were covered with my juices. They moved forward and I suckled and as I tasted myself on her fingers I moaned softly in need. They went back inside me. She teased and teased me. Never letting me go over the edge, keeping me so near. Suckling my slut juices from her fingers every so often.

A mist of desire. Standing as still as I could as she moved around the room. My body pulsed. I concentrated as hard as I could on being still. My nipples aching, my cunt throbbing. Mistress took my hand and took it behind me. Something soft was fastened. Then the other. Again the soft fastening. My hands were fastened without me fully realising what was going on. Leather cuffs. My tits thrust forward. They felt good pushing out like that, bigger, obvious. I tested to see if I could pull it off. I couldn't. I pulled until it hurt. I was lubricating so freely on my thighs. Now I was unable to cover myself or protect myself. I turned and looked at her. She smiled wickedly at me.

"Yes. That's right." She could tell what I was thinking. Her grinned and her hand snaked out and took a nipple. Then roamed freely over my body. I was in no position to stop her. I was so aware of that. "Do you like it? Being bound?"

"Yes Mistress." I conceded. I did damn it! Exposed and not able to control anything. My body seemed to be about to explode; I couldn't possibly keep all this focus on my submissiveness within.

"You'll be happy then."

Her hands moved to my shoulders and pushed. I slid down her body until I was on my knees, my face against her French knickers between the sides of her shirt. She was excited too. I could smell her and feel her heat through the silk. The fact she was excited because of me excited me more. Her crutch was before me, her pubic hair showing through the thin material. It had a damp patch. I remembered her sex from my youth. The neatly trimmed pubic hair, the smooth lips, proud. The slit between puffy lips showing the nice pink wet slit between.

"You're here for my pleasure. I own you. Pleasure your owner." Her voice throaty with arousal coming to me from above. My breasts hung as leant over to kiss her thighs but she didn't really want pleasure she wanted release. Her hands on each side of my head pulled me to her, to her sex. It was divine. I loved it. My mouth against her centre. Having to lean against her, hands clasped me and rubbed herself against my face. My tits were squashed against her thighs, as she spread even wider they were pressed outwards too.

Her sudden need was catching, I put my mouth to her and licked and kissed every part of her through her knickers. Quickly they darkened with my saliva and her secretions. Feeling her through the thin material amazingly well. Between the fleshy mound and lips I could feel the hardness of her clit and was rewarded by a groan as she arched backwards. Her hands began grinding me against her. Trying to give pleasure as much as I could but I had to accept my passive role as she ground my face over her covered sex. Using me. I wanted to be used this way. I wanted it so badly. Her aroma filled my nostrils, her taste seemed to be coming into my mouth through the silk. Wanted to use my hands, found I couldn't, my cunt pulsed crazily. I suddenly found myself being gagged by her pushing against my mouth. Instead of oxygen I breathed her smell. The intensity growing by the second. If it had been me I would no doubt be baying like a rutting hyena. I was so impressed by her self-control, even though I could sense her nearly there.

It was my place. There between her legs was my position. I wanted her pleasure. I wanted her to have an orgasm so much. I realised I was concentrating so much on my task that I kept forgetting to breathe. Suddenly she stopped altogether. I could feel the tenseness in her body like a spring and then with a sigh her hips jerked erratically. I heard another sigh and we stayed motionless for a long moment. I realised that I was on the edge myself. My own breathing was ragged and my hips were moving and my thighs were squeezing. She was in control even when cumming! How God. So close. So close. Not there. Her aroma filling me like my arousal.

Suddenly bereft as she moved away. My body teetering on the verge of falling.

"Stay there." She walked behind me out of sight. I knelt expectantly. Time passed. My buttocks out, my hands fastened behind. "Now, come to me. On your knees." With my hands bound it wasn't easy even though the distance was small. I shuffled forward to her. I was very conscious of the movement of my tits, the slipperiness of my thighs. "Turn around. Touch the floor with your head and spread your knees really nicely wide for me." Easier said than done. I bent and needed to lift my hips to rest my cheeks on the carpet.

I realised my humiliating position, it was impossible not to. Mistress would be able to see that my thighs were wet, than my lips were bulging. She would be able to see my crinkled private opening. The faint sound of the bed came to me as she sat behind me. Her shoe caressed inside my thighs. I relaxed at its touch, at its caress. It moved higher. It rubbed over my thick labia and I gasped. My hands opened and closed impotently behind me. It pressed against me, her foot fitting the curve of my body there, her shin against my rear which was now high in the air and spread wide open. Within the limitations of my movements, and even with only my hands fastened behind me, in this position they were limited, I began pressing against it. Whimpering. Knowing I had to wait. It wasn't up to me.

The pointed toe parted me. Hard against me. Shoe, lips, cunt, clit. Rubbing. Grinding. Me, humping. Saliva dribbled from my mouth onto the carpet. Her foot felt oily. Was it entering me? Had I opened totally. I was so apart, front, back. I couldn't do anything, bound. Oh God. How could I let this happen? It didn't matter. All that mattered was the volcano that needed to erupt. All my world centred on my need, my desire, my lust. y looked around. A family were getting into their car on the far side, a man pulling a case near the lift, no one near.

The pointed toe parted me. Hard against me. Shoe, lips, cunt, clit. Rubbing. Grinding. Me, humping. Saliva dribbled from my mouth onto the carpet. Her foot felt oily. Was it entering me? Had I opened totally. I was so apart, front, back. I couldn't do anything, bound. Oh God. How could I let this happen? It didn't matter. All that mattered was the volcano that needed to erupt. All my world centred on my need, my desire, my lust.

"Cum for me." I did. It was if I had split and the lava was coming out of every part of my body. And yet within the explosions of lust that wracked me over and over it and I were constrained by my Mistress.

Finally I became aware of my self and my body again. The carpet wet against mouth, hairs on my lips, my bottom waving in the air, stuck high wantonly. I became aware of her feet near my face. The shoe moved against my face.

"Clean it my sweet slut." I licked the leather that tasted of me. I licked and kissed her shoes it as I knelt before my Mistress. I felt so comforted.