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Submissive Seduction
(Mistress Daria)

I didn't sleep well, all I could think about was Elizabeth holding me when I climaxed. I was anxious. What was I thinking? Was she repulsed by me now? Would she act like nothing happened? Or would she want more? I had my answer the next morning when I rang her door bell. She had forgotten it was time for Fido's walk. But Fido didn't forget. She knew who was at the door.



She opened the door and I suppressed my emotions. She now knew what I had been thinking since she saw me last. I was standing there, dressed in a very short skirt. I was sure anyone could see my panties if I bent over ... if I was wearing any. I had a top on that was low cut. My breasts were perky, but small, but I had enough to show cleavage. I wasn't wearing a bra either. My nipples were already hard and protruding against my top. The make up ... good lord! I cringe a little just thinking about my youthful naivety.



"If I wanted you to dress like a slut, I would have told you to do so," she said quietly. My mouth opened and I couldn't say anything. "Go home and change. Oh, and for God sakes, wash that make-up off. You look like a cheap whore."



I was stunned, but I said nothing and turned around and went back home. Fido, of course, was confused.



I returned looking more presentable, with more reasonable make-up. I was blushing a bit and would not look her in the eye. I mumbled that I was ready to take Fido for a walk and Fido was certainly ready.



When we returned, she invited me into the living room. She knew I had no idea what to expect. 



"You've never been with a woman sexually before, have you?" she said.



"Not really. I've kissed a few boys, but they were stupid," I replied.



She laughed and smiled at me. "So no one has ever touched you the way I did yesterday." It was a statement and not a question.



"No," I blushed. 



"Did you enjoy it?"



I looked at her and replied almost immediately. "Oh my God, yes! I'm sorry if I disappointed you with how I was dressed. I thought you might like that, and I thought ...," I hesitated.



"You thought what?" she asked.



I looked at the floor and said, "I thought we might have sex."



"What did you think yesterday was?" she asked. I looked a bit puzzled, so she continued. "What we did was a form of sex. There are many ways to pleasure each other. You had an orgasm while I fucked you with my fingers."



I blinked at her use of words. I wasn't expecting her to be so blunt and to talk so openly. I was struggling to find a comfort level with this conversation.



"What you were expecting was that I would take you into my bed and somehow fuck you like a man... have sexual intercourse with you. But there are many ways to have sex. So many other ways that men will never know,"



I was blushing again. "So you don't want to fuck me?" I struggled to say the words.



Her eyes had never left me since we started talking, but they locked in on me when she answered. "Jessica, I do want to make love to you .... in many ways. I like you and I care about you. I want to teach you how to serve and please a woman and I want you to experience that pleasure in many forms. You have much to learn and we are going to take this one step at a time. That is ... if you want me to teach you these things."



I wasn't blushing anymore. No, not now ... now I had a look of desire. "Yes, Elizabeth. Please teach me."



Ok, I was ready for my next lesson, but.... Then she asked me another blunt question. "Do you masturbate?"



My eyes got wide and I turned red again. I spoke quietly. "Yes."



"What do you think about when you masturbate?"



I looked at the floor. "You."



She kept her face frozen, but she was stunned. that I thought of her? "How old are you, Jessica?"



I looked up at her again, "18 ... I just turned 18 in June."



"I'm 45, Jessica. I'm probably older than your mom. Are you sure you want to do this?"