Sandra arranged the housewarming party with one thing in mind. She had a burning desire to watch her sub Carin with the seductive Dawn. When she heard all about the teenager seducing Dawn and making love to her all night, Sandra was ecstatic. She had a sneaky suspicious Dawn was a submissive woman, but the right opportunity never presented itself for her to find out.

 

Sandra scheduled the small neighborhood gathering for a few women. She planned everything down to the smallest detail and the party was supposed to be a housewarming for a new woman who moved into the neighborhood. Sandra cunningly talked her husband into visiting his parents and taking the baby with him, which gave her the freedom she needed.

 

She was a gracious hostess with the assistance of Dawn and Cari. Sandra talked the two into helping out with some of the arrangements and preparations. This provided her with the chance to have both women remain until the very end of the night, which was her ultimate goal.

 

It took a few hours, but eventually the party broke up, leaving only the three intended partiers. Sandra refilled their drinks and she welcomed the solitude, as she sat down between Cari and Dawn after the last guest departed.

 

Although everyone partied and had a good time, Dawn purposely didn't take chances with mixed drinks. She stuck with red wine believing it was much safer. There was less chance of having a repeat of her nightmarish encounter that happened during Carin's birthday party.

 

Sandra also drank wine and she had made sure the quality was superior, plus the alcohol content was especially high. She was feeling no pain by the end of the party and noticed that Dawn was in a very similar condition.

 

The three chatted for a few minutes before Sandra stood up and went over to an elaborate antique cabinet. She slyly took out a few items and slowly walked back to confront Cari and Dawn. The two stopped talking when she approached and simply looked up their close friend.

 

"Standup, my dearest slave," she whispered and looked straight into Carin's starry eyes. "It's time we show Dawn who you really are."

 

Dawn was totally captivated by the stunning display of power and control when Sandra stood directly in front of Cari. Then the woman deftly slipped a thick leather collar around Cari's slender neck and left a short strap dangling from a shiny, silver ring.

 

"Sit down, my dearest bitch, and wait for your chance to make Mistress very happy. First, I'll get our little Dawnie ready for some fun," Sandra said.

 

Dawn's heart pounded so hard and fast that she thought it would fly out of her chest. Sandra deliberately turned to face her and glared straight into her bewildered eyes. Dawn knew it was smart to run, but her legs were petrified.

 

"When I moved into the neighborhood three years ago, I desperately wanted to meet you," Sandra said, with her voice steady and stern. "Something about the way you look... your sexy demeanor really turns me on."

 

Her mouth hung open and Dawn was too shocked to say anything, as Sandra boldly walked right up to her. The entire scene was overly intriguing and Dawn simply waited. The woman stood in front of her and abruptly Dawn felt she had to say something.

 

"Da... Sandra, ah, I'm not sure what you mean," she mumbled.

 

"You need a strong mistress... someone to take care of your submissive nature," Sandra whispered, putting her face directly in front of Dawn. "Your dreams... your fantasies are about to come true."

 

Somehow Dawn found the courage to talk. "You're wrong. I'm not anything like that... and not what you think," she said and tried to stare back at the overpowering woman. "I'm not submissive."

 

"When I look at you... I see the sexiest woman who craves a strong mistress. You radiate sex... passion... wanton desire!"

 

"No... no, it's not true," Dawn replied, as her confidence diminished with each passing second.

 

Sandra completely ignored the woman and candidly reached out. She slipped an identical collar around Dawn's neck and jerked on the strap to bring Dawn's face closer. "I've never noticed anyone who is more submissive or wishes to be a slave. You're going to be my slave!"

 

"You're wrong. I'm not like that." Dawn's body shuddered crazily when she stared back at the demanding woman.

 

"No? Cari tells me that you're her love-slave. She's your mistress?" Sandra asked and glared straight at the shivering woman. "Is Carin your mistress?"

 

Dawn didn't dare look away, but she felt Cari's eyes on her. The sudden realization that she was under the young woman's control during the birthday party made her shudder even more. "We're friends... good friends. That's all... good friends."

 

"Sit down! Sit down beside my other slave," Sandra ordered and pointed at a spot right beside Cari. "You're both totally submissive and are going to make me happy by acting like sluts. Doing whatever I demand."

 

Without hesitation, Dawn sat down hoping to get away for the woman. Abruptly an arm went around her shoulders and she felt Cari's compassion, as the young woman hugged her tightly. Dawn's brain worked a mile a minute, but her arms and legs remained petrified.

 

A silent protest ran through her head, which was meant to appease her belittled mind. 'Run, run you fool. Run as fast as you can and get away from this crazy woman.'

 

Dawn had already consumed too much wine and Sandra handed her another glass, which she started drinking to calm her shattered nerves. She wasn't sure if the alcohol affected her ability to reason or if the devilish young woman actually held magical powers over her. The room was deathly quiet and the three women sipped their drinks while looking back and forth at each other.

 

Without warning, Sandra stepped up to the two. She grabbed both dangling straps and yanked on them, forcing both women to stand. "I want to watch my little lesbian with her new lover. Cari! Show Mistress how much you care for Dawn."

 

At first Cari was timid and passive, as Sandra jerked the leashes until the two women were standing face to face. Dawn looked at the young woman and her eyes widened when she noticed Cari's intense glare. "Dear gawd, I have to go. I can't stay here. Cari, please don't. Not here... not now!"

 

"We have to make Mistress happy. Do what she says," Cari whispered. "I have to please Mistress."

 

Sandra loved the intimidation. She held the two leashes and forced Cari and Dawn to look at each other. "Dawn, my sweet slave. Did you let little Cari make love to you?" she asked and gave the leash a stern jerk.

 

Dawn was afraid to answer so she stood riveted on the spot. Then the woman gave the leash another jerk, indicating she was losing patience. "I asked you a question! Did you have sex with Cari?"

 

"We were together. Cari stayed overnight. Aaah, it was late and she stayed at my place," Dawn whispered. "Oh gawd... oh gawd."

 

Another stiff jerk and Dawn's head snapped sideways until her eyes locked with Sandra's. "Do you want to make me angry? I hope not, as I already know enough about you to ruin your incredible reputation. For the last time, did you have sex with Cari?"

 

"Yes! Dear gawd, yes. I had too much to drink... it just happened."

 

"Did you like it?"

 

The deadly stare burned a hole right through Dawn and there was no way to lie. "Yeaaa... yes."

 

"Have you had sex with other women?"

 

"No! No, not until that night."

 

"Was it good? Was the sex with Cari really good?"

 

"No," she uttered, but the eyes kept burning into her. "Yes, she was very loving... very passionate. I... I... I liked it."

 

"Cari dearly wants to do it again. She wants to be your mistress tonight."

 

"It's late... I really can't stay."

 

"Don't you want to make Cari happy? She tells me that you will do anything for her. She even told me that she's in love with you."

 

"No, no. Well, yes," Dawn whispered, too confused for any rational thinking and she didn't know what to say.

 

Sandra held a steady gaze on Dawn and spoke to Cari. "Cari, my love. Take your sweater off and show us your gorgeous titties."

 

The woman let go of the straps, allowing Cari to instantly strip her sweater. There was no need to remove a bra because she wasn't wearing one. When Cari reached for Dawn, there was no struggle, as she unbuttoned her blouse and took it off without a fuss.

 

"Dawn, my love, let's sit down. I'll dim the lights so we can get into a romantic mood," Sandra said. "You and Cari sit on the sofa and I'll be right back."

 

In no time, Dawn found herself sitting on the sofa and the room turned dark and eerily serene. She tried fighting off the determined Cari who was getting more intimate by the second. Suddenly Dawn found herself boxed-in between the two women.

 

"Relax, my darling. Let Cari take off your bra so she can play with your boobies. Cari tells me that she loves being your little baby-girl and sucking on your large, delicious nipples."

 

Dawn searched for reasons why she acted passive when the young woman freely molested her. Something about the captivating situation and Sandra's powerful demeanor seemed to control her thinking and therefore her reasoning. Any protest was forgotten, as she merely sat motionless between the two young women.

 

Sandra faced her prey and stared straight at her. "Do you want to make me angry?"

 

Dawn returned the woman's gaze in the dim lighting. She desperately wanted to divert her eyes, but knew it would be a sure sign of weakness. "No... no," she moaned.

 

Fingers searched her upper body and Dawn knew what Cari was after. Suddenly cool air washed over her bare skin and she caught a glimpse of her bra being tossed away.

 

The dramatic struggle quickly turned into a rout with Dawn outnumbered two to one. She brought up an arm trying to protect herself by keeping her distance from the overbearing woman, but Sandra swiftly pinned it around her back. "Oh my... oh dear, what are you doing?" Dawn asked, as she felt overwhelmed.

 

"You just be a real good girl and sit still. We'll take care of everything," Sandra stated in a clear, steady voice. "Don't move or you'll make me very mad."

 

Dawn's head rolled backwards onto the sofa and she blindly stared up at the ceiling. Suddenly her vision was blocked and then a shadow moved above her. The last thing in the world Dawn wanted to do was make the woman angry so she let Sandra kiss her.

 

At first, it was basically a few pecks on the lips, but then the woman grew impatient. Their lips locked and Dawn was unable to prevent the woman's tongue from heating up the kiss. She thought about putting up a valiant battle just as Cari attacked.

 

Both boobs were groped and abruptly one of her delicate nipples got severely inflamed. Dawn would have screamed out loud if not for the kiss and it hurt terribly when Cari used her sharp teeth in an over-exuberant manner.

 

Dawn jerked her head sideways, breaking the kiss. "Sandra, please don't. Don't do this to me, please, you have to stop," she pleaded.

 

"My love, there is nothing that gives me more pleasure than hearing you beg," Sandra said with a laugh. Then she reached for the bottom of Dawn's skirt, yanking it upwards, as she stared intently into the glassy eyes. "I want to hear you beg."

 

"Please don't, don't do that, oh please." Dawn's body trembled when she realized that she was unable to move. She sat perfectly still as if begging the woman to do whatever she wanted.

 

Sandra easily pinned Dawn's left arm behind her back and Cari took care of the other. Frustrated and feeling helpless, Dawn squirmed, but nothing helped. The horrible thought of being raped entered her head and she felt overpowered by the two determined women.

 

"I've dreamed about your luscious tits... yearned to suck them and make the nipples so hard they throb," Sandra whispered.

 

"What? Oh, no," Dawn pleaded.

 

It was torture squirming on the sofa and not being able to get away. Dawn felt Cari's adventurous fingers searching for the gap at the elastic waistband of her panties, which seemed to grow bigger when she sucked in her tummy. She tried holding her legs together, but the young woman easily rolled the panties down and off in a split second.

 

The skirt was useless and Dawn felt totally naked. "Dear gawd, Sandra, you have to stop... stop... stop," she begged.

 

"You don't want me to stop, do you?"

 

"Yes, yes I do."

 

"You're trembling in anticipation. You want me to be your mistress, don't you?"

 

"No, I don't."

 

"Dawn, my love. I know what you're thinking," Sandra whispered, pausing for a few seconds.

 

Dawn's stomach churned madly and she felt totally flushed from her heart beating on overload. "Please stop."

 

"Love! You think its rape... immoral, don't you?"

 

"Yes, dear gawd, yes."

 

"Please don't try to hide the fact you're submissive. You want this more than Cari or me. You wouldn't be here if you didn't want your greedy pussy kissed and eaten."

 

"No, you're wrong. Oh please, leave me alone."

 

Sandra sort of pushed Dawn to the side and then she rolled on top of her, pinning her shoulders on the soft sofa arm. Dawn's legs came up when she was turned sideways and Cari was between them in a heartbeat. Sharp nails dug into her thighs and Dawn willingly spread them to make the pain stop.