From Book 1: "Her Firm Hand"

 

I had not seen her in over a week. She had left on a business trip to some far flung exotic locale and I was left with a set of daily household chores to do. She gave me a list with clear cut instructions I had to follow to a "T" or there would be hell to pay when she returned. I was very tempted though to test her to see what that "hell to pay" really was. It was a twisted way to think I know, but the thoughts of her firm hand doling out the discipline sent chills up and down my spine. I had missed her deeply and had wondered if she felt the same. Maybe I was just her little play thing? Did she still really want me or was I just being used? I had never expected myself to fall for her so hard and so quickly. So when she finally came to the door, it took every ounce of control to not pull her to me and kiss her. I had found my mind wandering. I was thinking kinky thoughts .... Like instead of walking her dog daisy, Mistress was walking me and I was wearing the collar around my neck. I smiled wickedly and realized I was beginning to stir wet at the thought. Good God, I was pathetic.

 

She returned from her business trip, immaculately dressed, with me smiling as she walked in. I went over and stood in front of the fireplace in the living room with my head bowed as Mistress approached me. She didn't even slow down. She pressed her body against mine, wrapped her arms around me, and buried my face in her sweet bosoms. I breathed her in, feeling of the warmth of her body and her scent that I so missed. "I missed you. It was painful to be away from..." she said quietly.

 

She walked me to the couch and sat me down next to her. "There will be no lessons today, Brooke." she watched my face turn to disappointment. I looked at the floor as she started to speak. "When we were last together, you said you loved me. I said I loved you too. But we need to talk about that for a moment." I was still looking at the floor. "Brooke. Look at me."

 

I looked up at her. "You are going to tell me you made a mistake saying you loved me. That you didn't mean it." I was close to tears.

 

 

From Book 2: "Lesbian Rage"

 

I was a bit nervous, but my Mistress, Francesca continued to reassure me that there was nothing to worry about. This evening was Francesca's monthly pictionary night. Four of her friends would be showing up within minutes. They had been playing for years and they enjoyed the time together. It was Francesca's turn to host. The hors d'oeuvres were ready, the various liqueurs and mixes all set out and the wine was chilled and ready to be served. I, of course, would be serving and not participating this evening. She had asked me to dress a little sluttier than usual. She knew the girls would love me and quite honestly, she figured it would be humorous if they paid more attention to me than to their pictures.

 

"Do you really think your friends will like me?"

 

"Heather, you have nothing to worry about. They will love you." she smiled as she looked at me. I was wearing a very short black skirt, black nylons, and black heels along with a white top, a blouse that had lace in it. I was also not wearing a bra underneath. I showed her my black lacy thong underneath my skirt to make sure she approved of everything I was wearing. She did approve indeed. Then she wondered if she would be able to pay attention to the pictionary rounds. She wanted to fuck me, game be damned. My makeup was not heavy ... it was just about right. She smiled again. "You are quite beautiful."

 

I smiled and blushed. Then my expression changed back to anxiety when the doorbell rang. I wanted so badly to please her, which meant I wanted to impress Francesca's friends. She wasn't worried.

 

I ran off to answer the door. I returned with Ivy and Kimberly. "Welcome ladies. I see you've met Heather."

 

"Yes, we did," said Ivy. "I see we will have a very pretty hostess for this evening."

 

Kimberly said nothing and simply stared at me, with what looked like lust. "Kimberly! The game is in the living room!"

 

"Yes, of course." But she didn't take her eyes off of me. I gave her my patented seductive look.

 

"Would you ladies like a cocktail or glass of wine perhaps?" I asked.

 

Ivy said, "Yes, that would be lovely, thank you Heather."

 

Kimberly simply nodded her head.

 

"Kimberly, you're not just undressing her with your eyes, you're fucking her too. Ease up on the poor girl." She was grinning.

 

Ivy laughed out loud and Kimberly finally took her eyes from me with a sheepish look.

 

I went to get the wine. The door bell rang again and I went to answer it. I returned with Nancy and Mackenzie. There were greetings between everyone, laughing and joking. Then Nancy and Mackenzie went quiet when I returned with wine. I set the wine in front of Ivy and Kimberly, with a quiet "Ma'am".

 

 

 

 

 

From Book 3: "Cat Fight"

 

There I was, on the saw horse. I believe my Mistress like that best because I was most helpless and vulnerable on it and I was. Neither my hands nor my feet could touch the floor. The tie straps seemed to stretch my limbs. I was bound securely. My cunt was soaked by the time she had tied me down. Today, she would use the crop for the first time. I didn't know that yet, but she could see my body tremble in anticipation. I wiggled my ass as she slid her hand along it and then down between my thighs, purposely not touching my wet cunt.

 

I whimpered and continued to tremble. I couldn't see the work bench ... on purpose. She picked up a crop and turned back to me. She smacked my ass with it. I grunted in pain as my body shuddered. She smacked my ass again and I cried out. She smacked me a third time and I cried out again.

 

She took the crop and slid the shaft between my folds. I moaned and tried to push my ass back at her ... but couldn't. My ass was burning red, but I didn't yet have any marks from the crop on me. That would change. She pulled the crop back and smacked my ass harder. I cried out. She used her free hand to rub my cunt, which by this point, was dripping. She whipped my ass again. I could feel two red marks begin to rise on my skin. She whipped again. This time I cried out and couldn't stop.

 

She put the crop aside and walked to face me. She pulled her panties down, grabbed me by the hair with her other hand, and stuffed my mouth in her wet cunt. Despite my pain and the tears running down my face, I was ready for her to fuck my mouth. I slowly slid my tongue up and down. Each time flicking the tip of her clit as I went in. She groaned ... and then she whimpered. Her eyes were on me. I realized it and looked up at her.

 

She began to fuck my mouth harder. I was moaning as much as she was. If she didn't stop soon, she would cum. Of course, that wouldn't have been all bad. But she had something else in mind and she pulled away from my mouth, leaving just her juices and my saliva drooling down my chin.

 

She walked to the ass end of the saw horse. She pulled my panties down to my thighs. Then she began teasing my cunt with the head of her dildo. I groaned and wiggled my ass ... and then whimpered. My ass was quite sore by this time as she slid her phallus into my cunt and slowly fucked me.

 

"Please Mistress. Fuck your slut harder!"

 

"Not yet, girl."

 

I whimpered and then cried out when she pulled out of me completely. Her dildo was wet from my cunt. She smiled and began to probe my tight little butt-hole.

 

I wiggled my ass again, trying to push back to her. "Oh yes! Please Mistress. Please don't tease me."