Sandra's Fantasy BY Sandra and Tappy McWidestance
Synopsys: This story comes from a reader's fantasy about how a woman's secret desire to be dominated by a younger girl leads her on a submissive adventure.
Editor's Note: This story is written from multiple points of view. I will list at the start of each section which character's POV is being used. As you might expect, we will start with Sandra, a 40-somthing divorced executive whose fantasy is the basis for this story. Enjoy.
*** Sandra's POV ***
My name is Sandra and this is my story. The names have been changed to protect the guilty and the satisfied. I'm in my 40s and still turn heads, at least if you're interested in a mature blond with a curvy figure. If you want a 22 year old hard body, I'm not it. That is my daughter. I was married, but that is over now. If I was a man you would have said my career caused too much stress on my marriage. I am an executive and work long hours. I am driven by success and take no prisoners in the workplace. I close million dollar deals before lunch and inspire terror in my staff in the afternoon. I'm not proud of the second part of that confession but my relentless drive for success compels me to drive my direct reports hard. All day long I'm making the big decisions and as they say, that's why I get the big money.
In hindsight, I should have treated my husband more like a partner instead of an employee. Eventually he strayed to get what I wasn't giving him. Of course that meant I also got the better part of the divorce. I kept our house and got sole custody of our daughter. She was in college at the time and didn't spend much time at home so I was really on my own.
At first, I simply drove myself harder at work. 70-80 hour weeks were the norm. My laser focus on business kept me from thinking about just how pathetic my personal life had become. I didn't have many friends and my business acquaintances mainly just tolerated me. I tried dating a bit, but my domineering attitude turned off my potential suitors. I turned to the Internet and a few dating sites, but rarely had a man ask for a return engagement after we went out one time.
I tried to cut down my work schedule and actually take weekends off. It was a novel concept for me. I tried to start doing "normal" things around town like going to community events, working out at a gym, visiting the nearby parks and going anywhere I'd be surrounded by people. I was trying to jump start a social life and trying to get involved somewhere. I even signed up on Facebook. I'd steadfastly ignored all social media before, but I had to do something. Soon I was on Twitter, although I think only my daughter followed my tweets. In short order I was on other sites creating a full blown on-line persona complete with virtual friends who didn't judge me on my tough exterior.
Surfing the net on weekends became a bit of an obsession for me. I'd get home after work on Friday, eat a quick dinner and settle in for exploring the virtual world. It was during one of these sessions that I happened upon an erotic story website. I'm certainly no prude sexually and my vibrator had been almost my only source of sexual pleasure since the divorce, but reading porn was new. My husband and I had not been terribly adventurous when it came to our lovemaking. Of course I always directed him as to how he should perform. Again in hindsight, my passive aggressive nature in bed probably led him to seek comfort elsewhere. But I digress.
Over time my Friday nights turned into masturbation night. I would read a story to set my mood. I frequently chose stories about women who were walking on the wild side and cheating on their husbands. I guess I was subconsciously wishing I was the cheater and not the cheatee. After reading a few stories I would retire to my bedroom for a session with my vibrator. It wasn't romance, but my body needed the release. My pussy would already be wet. I always resisted the urge to finger myself while sitting in front of the computer. I found waiting until I was in bed seemed to heighten my mood. I would then turn out the lights and slowly tease my body driving my arousal higher. I would close my eyes and think about the story I'd just read imagining myself doing all of the things the female characters did in the story. I'd play with my nipples, rolling them between my fingers and squeezing them just right. I'd run my fingers across my clit, up and down my slit and eventually inside my now dripping pussy. I'd role play being in the story and my fantasy character was brought to climax over and over until I couldn't stand it anymore. Then and only then would I take my vibrator, turn it on full force and slide it into my needy pussy. I'd give myself 15-20 good strokes until I was right at the peak and then pull it out and hold it firmly against my clit.
That never failed to give me an instant climax. I thrash about on the bed imagining what I must look like. I never climaxed that way with a man. Eventually when I calmed down I'd wonder just how a man would react if he saw me cum that hard and where could I find a man who could make me climax that well.
So that was my life. My daughter, Rose, graduated from college. I figured she would be living at home which might put a crimp into my Friday night "relaxation therapy" sessions as I called them. She did briefly which caused me all kinds of new stress having to time my pleasure around her schedule of being gone, but surprisingly she found a job quickly and announced she was renting a small apartment two towns up the highway. My daughter is a very smart girl. She is very athletic and has the kind of hard body look I could only dream of. She works out at least 2 hours a day to stay that way and when she chose her apartment I found that it was less than a block from a 24 hour gym. Two months after graduation I had the house to myself again. I celebrated with fresh batteries in my vibrator.
It was during my mental foreplay for that night of one-handed sex that I made another discovery. The title of a story in the bondage section of one of my favorite story sites caught my eye. I'd read a few other bdsm stories but they all sounded so farfetched and were so poorly written that they never did much for me. This one was different. For the first time I could connect with the submissive in the story. It was about a submissive guy who was very powerful at work, but paid a mistress to degrade and humiliate him after hours. That night in my bed I made the first connection about giving up the power I always felt from being in control at work and giving it to someone else. I came as hard as I ever had before.
It also started me down a path which brings me to where we are today about a year later. I still work too hard and am always stressed during the week. I still have not found a soul mate to share my life with, although I do date occasionally and try to get out on the weekends. I've even slept with a couple of men I've seen for more than one date, although none of the experiences relieve my stress as well as my submission fantasies and vibrator do. Reading the stories led me to click on a banner ad on the story website for a video site which specializes in humiliation of female subjects. After watching a preview I was off to bed with new ideas to dream about and a very wet pussy begging for attention. Again I had a noisy, convulsing orgasm and soon after I joined the website. The full videos were spectacular but I found that watching them on my 19" LCD monitor left a lot to be desired.
That week at work I overhead one of the office tech guys mentioning he had just build a home theatre PC and was extolling the virtues of it. Normally I would not have even given him the time of day, but it struck me that I have a 55" TV in my living room. Perhaps I could view my websites on it. I think I startled him when I brought up the subject. My office reputation precedes me wherever I go. He was nice however. I think giving him a chance to geek out helped break the ice. I told his theatre PC sounded good and asked where I could get one. He told me he purpose built his for about $1300 and volunteered to do the same for me. Price was not an issue so I quickly jumped on his offer. He told me it would take about 2 weeks. I wrote him a check for $1500 telling him the extra was for installation.
It took three weeks because I only wanted installation on a weekend but soon I had a wicked fast PC running through my flat panel. It could render HD video with no problems, play Blu-Ray discs, was hooked up to my surround sound and had a wireless keyboard so I could control everything from the comfort of the couch. He didn't know it, or maybe he did, but he had built an Internet masturbation addict's dream.
Although Friday night was my customary "me" night, I made an exception that week. Believe me, watching naughty videos on the big screen gave them a whole new meaning. It was also the first time I masturbated while watching the show, instead of retiring to my bedroom. I was so drawn in by the images flashing before me that I began playing with myself right on the couch. Later I would beat myself up for doing it, but caught up in the moment I couldn't help but slide my hand inside my panties.
I found my love tunnel slick with need. I imagined myself replacing the girl in the video. I was on my knees in a bar. A stern woman was directing the bar patrons to use my mouth for their pleasure. My throat was dry, but my pussy was wet. Soon my saliva glands began to go into overtime filling my mouth as I held my throat in my hand like the woman in charge was doing to her sub in the video. I pictured man after man forcing his cock into my mouth and then spraying my face with his seed. While one hand held my neck, the other was busy down below. My fingers we doing a dance across my clit and my arousal was building fast. The woman now directed her charge to bend over a bar stool and the men took turns fucking her from behind. This was too much for me. I erupted as spasm after spasm coursed through my body. My climax lasted over a minute as I rocked back and forth on the couch eventually sliding off the cushions and onto the floor. My body continued to enjoy mini-cum aftershocks as I sat watching the action, although not touching myself. Sitting on the floor in a puddle of my own goo I decided the new PC was the best investment I'd ever made and I knew that Friday nights would be spent in the living room from now on.
And they were. Over the next few weeks my setup became more elaborate. I would light several mood setting candles and always dress in silk lingerie. I'd have a few glasses of wine and have some soft music on while reading a few stories to get me in the mood. I'd then switch to video. I'd try to hold back from masturbating as long as I could. Usually this was at least 5 whole minutes. But soon I'd be soiling my panties and fondling my breasts. The story was always the same. Regular hetro video didn't do much for me but one where a woman is submissive would leave me panting. It was at this point I started thinking that maybe that was what was missing from my life. That maybe my life of always being in control needed to be challenged for me to find true happiness. I came soon after thinking that. Whether my climax was the result of that thought I don't know, but from that point on I was preoccupied with the concept of finding somebody to submit to.
Unfortunately that is more of a challenge than it would seem, at least in my town. I tried a couple of Internet chat rooms which specialize in BDSM, but none of the people I met seemed to fit the bill. Not that I didn't receive many offers, but they all seemed creepy and untrustworthy. I decided that finding a master probably wasn't in the cards. That Friday night I once again went through my living room ritual. The candles, the wine, the soft music, the lingerie and then bondage chat, stories and video before finally blasting off. I didn't realize it but I had left the first floor windows open that week. I'd been airing out the house and forgot to close them. As fate would have it, that simple mistake set in motion a series of events that would change my life.
*** Rose's Point of View ***
Since before I graduated college I had dreamed of being out on my own. My mother was hard to live with. We got along fine and loved each other, but her workaholic nature and constantly being under stress translated to an unhappy home environment. I knew as soon as I could I would move out. Fortunately the opportunity presented itself quicker than I thought. My brief time at home after graduation was actually better than I had remembered summers and break periods from the last few years. I couldn't put my finger on it, but my mom seemed more relaxed on the weekends and in better spirits. Still I figured that was temporary. As soon as the next important project started at work she'd be back to her old self so I got an apartment and set out on my own. I figured I would still visit as time would allow since I wasn't far away. But as soon as I started my own business career, I began to understand some of the stresses my mom was under. I'd always been a hard worker in school and I found the demands in the workplace were even tougher. I didn't work as hard as my mom, but I still worked a lot of overtime and could feel my social life slipping away. It was a struggle to make ends meet. I didn't want to have a roommate which meant limited discretionary spending. In fact, not going to clubs and other places where twentysomethings gather was putting a deep crimp in my sex life. College had been very free and easy when it came to sex and now that I was in the real world I missed my casual hookups. Sure I could have walked into a bar and within no time walked out with a guy for the night, but somehow that didn't seem responsible anymore. I was looking for a relationship now, although my resolve had been dwindling as the days without sex turned into weeks and then a month.
It was my lack of recent sexual expression that led me to be outside my mom's house that Friday night. No, I wasn't going to a bar with her to cruise for guys. I was meeting my best friend Jeannie who lives next door. Growing up Jeannie and I were inseparable. She had also just graduated but was still living at home for the time being. I figured I'd make a surprise visit at my mom's and then head next door. As it turned out, I was the one who got the surprise.
I parked in front of Jeannie's house and then walked up my mom's walkway. For all the money she earned, she still lived in a modest Cape Code house in a middle class neighborhood. I loved the house as it was the one I grew up in and the maintenance wasn't too bad for her. Anyway... as I walked up the short path leading to the front door, I heard sounds I wasn't expecting to hear. Clearly they were the sounds of sex. More specifically, I heard the sounds of a woman begging to be fucked. What the heck was going on? I could see a flickering light from the picture window which dominated the living room. The dining room on the opposite side of the door appeared dark as did the bedroom windows upstairs. I cautiously continued to the door.
The source of the sounds was definitely the living room as I noticed the window was open about six or eight inches. Instead of ringing the doorbell I felt compelled to peak through the window. The blinds were shut, but a steady breeze had them swaying a few inches. What I saw stunned me. On the screen of my mother's TV was a young bound woman. Her wrists were tied behind her back and she was wearing a ball gag in her mouth. If that wasn't shocking enough, her partner was another woman. I couldn't believe my mom was watching this. There had to be some kind of logical explanation. The second woman was behind her bound partner. She was clearly fucking her. As the camera angle changed I saw she was indeed wearing a large black strap-on. I'd heard of such things but never seen one.
The second shock of my evening came when I heard my mother moaning in time with the bound girl. My mom's couch backed to the window so it was more of a challenge to see her as opposed to the TV. I crept through the bushes being careful not to be heard, but I doubt she would have even noticed if I knocked on the window at that point. I tried to get an angle that would let me peer through the blinds and see the couch. It seemed to be a failing effort until a gust of wind moved the blinds an extra couple of inches. I didn't get a good look, but I could see candles on the coffee table in front of the couch. I also saw two stocking covered legs resting on the table. They were spread fairly wide and it was obvious what my mom was doing. To say I was surprised would be the understatement of the year. I was also shaken by the revelation. I didn't have the courage to ring the bell and interrupt her. As quietly as I could, I exited the bushes and sprinted next door to see Jeannie.
She was her usual bubbly self without a care in the world when she opened the door. I knew I was shaking and visibly upset. We made it to her room before she asked what was bothering me. I should have been a little less forward, perhaps, but I couldn't help blurting out "I saw my mom masturbating to lesbian porn."
"Really?" Jeannie asked.
"Really," I replied. "Worse than that the girl was tied up. I don't get it."
"I don't believe you," said Jeannie.
"Go look for yourself," I told her. "The window is open. She's in the living room."
Jeannie didn't say another word. She just walked out of her bedroom. Her family's house is also a two story and her bedroom is over the garage facing out house. In fact my bedroom faced hers. In high school we would talk to each other for hours out the window. From her room I could see her creeping across our front lawn. It seemed like she was there for a long time, but it was probably only a minute or two before I saw her sprinting back across the lawn. Less than 20 seconds later she was back in her room, her breathing labored from her run.
"What happened?" I asked her.
"I ding-dong-ditched her," she said.
"Real mature," I replied. "What did you see?"
"Well, everything was quiet when I got there. I looked through the window and the TV was still on, but it wasn't playing any video. She must have been on the Internet because the screen was displaying a website. I couldn't make out which one. I figured you caught her as she was finishing and was probably in the bathroom freshening up. That's went I decided to ring the doorbell to make her worried."
"That wasn't very nice," I told her. "I wonder what site she was looking at."
"Do you still have a key to the house?"
"I do. Why?"
"We can sneak in and look at her history. I doubt she clears it each time she, ah, let's her fingers do the walking."
I playfully hit Jeannie on the shoulder. "That's mean."
"Seriously. If you want to know what she's up to, we sneak a peek when she's not home. You'll learn all about her."
I didn't like the idea of spying on my mother that way and I told Jeannie that. She told me if I changed my mind, she'd be glad to help. I told her I wasn't going to change my mind and that we should get going before my mom noticed my car. She agreed and we headed out on the town. We didn't speak again of my discovery but we made a date for the next Friday night.
Arriving at Jeannie's house, I once again planned a surprise visit to see my mom. I had talked to her during the week and nothing seemed different in her demeanor. I convinced myself her behavior was a onetime thing after she accidentally stumbled into the porn website. That night I didn't hear anything. I noticed the windows were closed as I walked up to the house. Just like last week all the windows were dark except the living room which flickered. I snuck into the bushes. I couldn't see anything, but if I placed my ear right up to the glass, I once again heard erotic sounds. This time it was of a spanking and moaning that in my mind I positioned as coming from the couch. I think I was more shaken than the week before. This behavior wasn't a onetime thing. It was something my mom must do on a regular basis.
I headed next door again. This time I asked Jeannie how we could do some recon on my mom. I felt compelled to know what this was all about. Jeannie volunteered to sneak into the house when my mom left for work on Monday and see what she could find. I told her I had to work and couldn't be here. She said no problem that I just needed to give her my key. I did and we headed out for another girls night. I drove so my mom wouldn't see my car if she happened to look next door.
At the club we danced and had a few drinks, but I really had sex on the brain. Jeannie was teasing me about how sexual my mom had become. Still frustrated by my own lack of recent sex, I let some guy pick me up for what I knew would be a one night stand. Jeannie told me to go and not worry about her. She said she would hook up with someone or take a cab. She said she'd email me Monday with what she found out.
*** Jeannie's POV ***
After Rose had first come to my house distraught over finder her mom masturbating, the wheels in my head began turning. Rose didn't know that I preferred the company of women and I immediately began to plan how to use the information about her mother to my advantage. I lied a bit when I told her I didn't see anything that first night peeking in her mom's window. I saw plenty and I heard plenty. I heard her mom cum just as the girl on the screen came and then I saw the screen pause and lingerie clad woman walk across the room and either into the kitchen or bathroom. I only saw her mom from behind, but I have to say, for an older woman, she still looked good.
I told Rose I didn't recognize the website, but I certainly did. My other best friend and occasional partner Nicole, was an aficionado of the darker arts of bondage and submission. In particular she loved taking a straight woman and introducing her to Sapphic delights. Rose's mom was perfect for her. Nicole had shown me the website dear old mom had been watching. It featured submissive lesbian pictures and videos and also had a message board and chat feature which Nicole used to find her conquests. I wondered what other secrets were held in mom's computer and knew I had to find out.
I was a little disappointed that Rose didn't go for my initial suggestion for a sneak and peak, but was thrilled when she changed her mind. The fact that she gave me her key so I could do it on my own was even better. I left the club just after she walked out with her worthless man, had a copy of the key made for myself and called Nicole. She was waiting at my house when Rose's mom left for work Monday.
*** Nicole's POV ***
When I first received Jeannie's phone call I was very excited. Having inside knowledge of this woman would make my conquest easy. Jeannie had sent me a picture of the target she had from some picnic. She was beautiful as was her daughter. I knew Jeannie was making plans to capture the daughter as I was making my plan of attack for the mother. I knew mom would be easy and I hoped I could help Jeannie along the way. We'd been together a few times sexually, but I could sense Jeannie didn't have the sub mentality, something I require in a partner. We had fun together but she was really just a distraction when I didn't have any of my sluts handy to service my needs. The thought of having a mother and daughter slave pair, however, really had my juices flowing.
The first step was to get into the house which Jeannie thoughtfully provided. If Rose only knew what she was about to unleash on her mother she never would have handed over the key. It didn't take long to access the computer. She didn't have a password for the default user. The browser history confirmed what Jeannie suspected. Mommy was very naughty and a member of my favorite site. She had thoughtfully saved her username and password so we could access her account. I quickly sent myself a private message so I'd have her contact info and then deleted the evidence. We couldn't get her password so we began to look around. We carefully searched her hard drive for a passwords file but came up empty. I suggested we search her home office area but that turned up a blank too. I had to see her bedroom and we found a stash of sex toys, all pretty standard I must say a bit disappointedly, but no record of her user accounts and passwords. We were getting ready to leave and I was shutting down the computer when I accidently knocked the wireless keyboard off the coffee table and onto the floor.
Jeannie laughed at my clumsiness, but it turns out it was a fortuitous accident. Sandra1965, as I learned was her online name, was old school. Her usernames and passwords were taped to a card on the bottom of her keyboard. A quick click with my cell phone camera and her online life was mine. I felt a rush of excitement and adrenaline as I took the picture. Soon I would have another loyal rug muncher serving my insatiable need. If all went well her daughter would be joining me too. But right now those needs needed to be tended to and Jeannie was the only other person in the room.
Ever since we walked in the door and I first saw Sandra and Rose's pictures on the wall I knew I had to have them. As Jeannie and I explored the house my lusts were only fueled higher. Now with her online persona unlocked, my fires had been lit and had to be quenched. Jeannie didn't have a wild submissive streak in her, but I knew if she got horny enough she was willing to play. Now was the time to find out if her quest for Rose was having the same effect on her that Sandra was having on me. I started by leading her back into the kitchen. She seemed a little confused, but a wry smile on her face told me she had at least an inkling as to what I was up to.
I quickly kicked off my shoes and pulled down my pants. If she had any doubts they were gone. My panties were next and then I hopped up onto the granite countertop. I didn't say a word. I just spread my legs and then spread my pussy lips. Jeannie looked at me as if to say "you really think I'm going to eat you just like that?" I pointed toward my pussy. She hesitated.
"Come on, Jeannie," I beckoned her. "I know thinking about having your own slave has your motor running. You can do this for me."
She didn't move right away but I could feel her will to resist me draining. I was right; she was horny enough to play my game, at least for a little while.
*** Jeannie's POV ***
Nicole's words cut me like a knife. I'd never admitted to her how much I actually enjoyed our occasional games where she took charge. She never really made me submit, at least not like the other women I'd seen her seduce, but she was definitely in charge. She was right. Thinking about having Rose as my personal sex toy did have my motor running. I needed relief as much as Nicole did, maybe more. Why did I drop to me knees in front of her? Maybe it was a subconscious need of my own to experience what I was about to do to Rose. Maybe I was secretly more submissive than I wanted to admit. Maybe I was just horny. No matter the root cause, I found my tongue buried deep inside Nicole's tasty pink pussy. Once engaged, I didn't think about why I only thought about how. How was I nibbling her naughty bits? How should I use my tongue and fingers to get her off? How much pressure did she need today?
My own pussy began to ache and demand attention. I stood up with a glistening face to a chorus of "you're not done yet," to which I replied "I know. I'm just taking off my own pants."
Quick as a flash I was back between her strong powerful thighs only this time the fingers of my right hand were busy in my own dripping pussy. Nicole held my head tightly against her mound either in a fit of possession or because she was about to cum. I worked my clit furiously in an effort to cum when she did. Alas I lost that battle. Nicole always gets exceptionally wet when she climaxes. She doesn't squirt, per se, but her pussy floods with her love juice. Whenever she cums with me it's always with my face between her legs and I always stand back up glistening. Today was no different except for the addition of my own determined effort to join her excitement. I was very close when I felt her pulling my head up indicating I should stand. I begrudgingly stopped masturbating and stood up. Nicole was smiling and thanked me for my oral skills.
"How about you return the favor?" I asked her.
"No, I think you should just masturbate in front of me," she replied. "You're close and I want to watch."
This was a new wrinkle for us. We'd only had sex a handful of times and she always made sure I came. She never asked me to perform for her before. We were in uncharted territory, but I was too far gone to worry about the consequences. Immediately my hand found its way back over my clit as I turned to face her.
"It turns you one to think of having Rose between your legs, doesn't it?" Nicole asked.
I had to agree, although my confirmation was a nod of my head instead of actual words.
"I knew it. I'm going to help you achieve that, but from time to time you will have to help me. Is that acceptable?"
Again I nodded.
"I've got a plan for the mom, but I will need your help. Once we have her, your precious friend will soon be your slave."
My fingers were flying as I looked into her eyes. She was still sitting on the counter. I was standing before her my whole body shaking with precums. I'd heard her order her slaves not to cum without permission and tried to hold back my orgasm in case she gave me the same command. She didn't, but I almost wish she had. When I couldn't hold back any longer I let out a loud guttural moan as my pussy clamped tightly against my invading fingers. Nicole clapped with joy at my wanton display of orgasmic pleasure. I had to lean forward against her thighs to keep from falling as my climax consumed me. The thrill of exposing myself to her only magnified my pleasure and I knew I'd have to do this again. If Nicole played her cards right she'd have three new slaves, although I still had no intention of giving up Rose.
After I finally calmed down Nicole asked if I thought our arousal smell would last until Sandra got home. I chuckled thinking how much I'd like to see her face when she got home and her kitchen smelled of happy pussy. I figured it would dissipate by then, but it was a nice thought.
*** Sandra's POV ***
I got home from work Monday stressed, tired and horny. Part of me wanted to watch another movie and have another session with my finger, but another part of me said Friday's were special and if I played with myself during the week, I would lessen the impact of my mind blowing Friday nights. I decided I'd try to be good. I went to the kitchen to fix dinner. Something seemed out of place, but I couldn't put my finger on it. Moving through the rooms of my house I felt like something was wrong but I didn't know what. I decided it was in my head and made dinner.
After I ate I turned on the TV to relax. But I couldn't find anything interesting on my 250 channels. I watched the power button on my PC calling me. No videos I kept telling myself. Have some control. I then started to barter with myself. OK, no videos, just a story or two. That became, maybe a spin through the message board, which quickly became maybe an online chat. I was determined not to masturbate and certainly not to light candles and dress myself up. But I did find myself lurking in a bondage chat room.
At first I was just watching the messages go by. Perverts I thought. Dominants and submissives of both sexes trying to convince an online "friend" that they were the perfect match. Requests for private chats. Promises of sexual satisfaction beyond compare. I had a couple of men try to draw me out of lurking mode by saying they were subs and wanted to know if they could serve me. My handle showed my gender but unlike many of the people in the room, did not indicate a positional preference. Then a message popped up from someone called Mistress D. It was addressed to the entire room but it was asking if there were any submissive women who wanted a private chat. I watched as the offer slowly scrolled up the screen as new messages appeared. I resisted replying because in my growing state of arousal, I knew I wouldn't be able to stop if she ordered me to do anything. Hell, she was probably some lonely teenage boy in his parent's basement and not even real, but curiosity and hornyness got the best of me and I quickly typed, "Yes, Mistress D. How may I serve you tonight?"
It was the first time I'd every really came out as a sub, even if it was anonymous. I'd chatted with a few people but tonight was different and I knew it. Mistress D quickly replied and told me she's started a private chat. I joined and soon she was interrogating me about every aspect of my life. How old was I? Was I married? Did I have kids? When did I realize I was a sub? How long had I been a sub? What experiences did I have? What experiences did I want? On and on it went. I told her my life's story. My needs and desires flowed out of me. If she was some pimply kid I would have died in shame, but I felt so right telling her everything about me. I told her my panties were drenched and my pussy ached to be touched. She told me no, not yet.
Of course I could have put my hand down my pants. There was no way she would have ever known. But I felt compelled to obey her. She had me describe my fantasies. I was being drawn deeper and deeper into her web. And then the connection stopped. Whether it was a glitch or she had logged off I couldn't tell. I posted in the general chat looking for her and read every message for at least an hour, but she was gone. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned off the PC and TV and sprinted to the bedroom. Had I been paying better attention I would have noticed my vibrator and dildo had somehow changed direction in my nightstand. I always left them perpendicular to the drawer so they wouldn't roll around but now they were parallel. But I was not noticing details at that time. I was only concerned with getting my dildo into my pussy and the vibrator on my clit. I did both in record time and came almost immediately. I wasn't the big all consuming climax I grown accustomed to on Friday nights, but it was pretty damn good. I was left breathless on my bed, still wearing my clothes, my skirt just bunched up around my hips and my panties just pulled to the side. I must have looked like a wanton hussy sprinting into the bedroom and just fucking myself, I thought. I chuckled and peeled myself out of bed so I could take off my work clothes and grab a shower.
I watch that damn chat room for another couple of hours that night, but never saw a post from Mistress D. Thinking she was lurking I posted a couple of messages asking if she was out there. I got plenty of replies, but none from her and that was who I wanted. I didn't know it yet, but I had already swallowed the bait and she had already set the hook.
*** Nicole's POV ***
I may be young, but I have a lot of experience dominating older women. Young women too for that matter, but I like a woman with a little experience under her belt. Especially straight women who I can convert to a life of lesbian decadence. Older women know what pleases them and are not afraid of doing things which make them feel good. It has been my experience that younger women, while more experimental up front, don't necessarily know what they need. That makes my job harder.
The moment Jeannie described Sandra I knew exactly what she needed, even if she didn't. My initial chat with her confirmed that. I didn't give her my real name. At least not yet. My last initial would be good enough. When the time was right, she would meet Jeannie as Mistress S. But that was weeks away. Now I just had to bring her along until she would be begging to do my bidding.
I knew Sandra would be trolling the message boards looking for me and I knew her pussy would be wet the entire time. I'd seen that reaction before. I was counting on it. I had watched her mournful attempts to contact me. It took willpower not to answer, but in the long run, it had to be done. No doubt, she spent the entire weekend watching the chats. That was fine. I'd let her do that. I wanted her desperate for contact from me. I'd let her stew a few days in her juices. Monday if she was online, I would contact her. If she wasn't, then it wasn't meant to be.
*** Sandra's POV ***
As the weekend dragged on I grew increasingly despondent over Mistress D's lack of communication. I had no idea where she was in the world so I had to keep a vigil at my computer. She could have been in any time zone and I didn't want to miss her message. I spent the weekend like a hermit not seeing the outside world and having no contact with anyone. I slept in short naps on the couch with the speakers turned up to alert me if any messages came through. I was getting worn out.
Finally about 1am Monday morning I forced myself to go to bed and get at least a few hours of real sleep before going to work. I decided Mistress D was not interested in me. Monday dragged at the office. I was still very tired, but at least focusing on my job kept me from thinking about her. Once 5pm rolled around, however, it wasn't possible. Driving home all I could think about was Mistress D. I decided that I would give her another chance in the chat room and if she wasn't around, I would look for someone new. Fortunately there was a private message waiting for me.
"I've been thinking about you. Login for another private chat at 11pm tonight." - Mistress D.
My heart leapt and even though I was exhausted, I knew I'd have no problem staying up. The second chat was even more explicit and soul probing that the first. I felt like I was being interrogated by the CIA, but I joyfully gave up all the information she requested. She ordered me to masturbate for her and describe every juicy detail. She wouldn't let me cum until I agreed to email her a picture. At that point I was too far gone to care so I did what she asked. True to her word, she then allowed me to cum. I felt like such a slut watching the screen waiting for permission to cum. I was sure I had just sent my picture to some lonely guy, but I didn't care. Even if Mistress D wasn't real, my orgasm was and I was OK with that.
After I calmed down, I realized the chat had gone cold. Mistress D had not typed anything for several minutes since giving me permission to cum. I hoped she had not disappeared like during our first chat. I asked if she was there and she responded quickly that she was but had to "take care of something." I hoped that meant she had been as excited as I was. I asked if she would send me a picture of herself and she told me to check my email. A few minutes later two pictures arrived. One was a picture from the neck down of a woman wearing a leather corset. She was very powerful looking. If that was real, Mistress D was a no nonsense woman who was probably both feared and respected. Immediately I felt a gush between my legs. The second picture surprised me. I was a close-up of a very wet pussy. The caption read, "You've done this to me. I look forward to the day when you will taste this and give me more satisfaction than my finger did tonight."
Oh how I prayed these pictures were real. I responded back telling Mistress D thank you, but she was gone again. Looking at the clock I realized it was 1am again. I had to get some sleep. The next day I took the risky step of logging into the chat board from work. Alas there were no messages and none were forthcoming that night. Against I felt desperate for contact from her, but she was playing on her schedule. Wednesday night my heart leapt as the private message once again instructed me to login at 11pm. There was something special about that time.
Once again Mistress D dove into my psyche and once again I came very hard. She claimed to have cum also which made me happy, although I could not confirm whether she had or whether she was lying. She told me that on Friday night she wanted me to continue with my ritual video watching and masturbation session. She said I should journal what I felt and experienced and to log on at 1am and tell her. I didn't question why she wanted to move our chat back 2 hours. I was grateful she was allowing me a movie night. I had been tempted all week to log into my favorite video site but I didn't want to without permission. I immediately made plans for myself seduction.
Thursday sailed by at work. I made sure to go to bed very early to try and catch up on some sleep so I would be well rested for Friday. At lunch Friday I took myself to my favorite lingerie store and treated myself to a new Merry Widow for tonight. It was black and I looked very sexy in it, if I do say so myself.
When I got home I took a little nap waking up at 7pm. I fixed a sandwich and got out all my scented candles. I quickly turned my living room back into my seduction chamber and then changed into my new lingerie. I was already soaked by this point and I had not even touched myself. Mistress D had not given me explicit instructions on whether I was allowed to cum or not, but I assumed I was OK since she knew what my Friday ritual entailed. I fired up the PC and sat down on the couch to being pleasuring myself. I was surprised to find a PM waiting for me.
"Sandra," it began. "I know you will not be able to hold back your orgasm until I join you at 1am. You have not been suitably trained for that yet. But do try to hold back as long as you can. We'll work on your self control later."
As seemed the case in everything, Mistress D knew every detail about me. I was determined to prove her wrong. I could have skipped my Friday session, but all that would have done was prove I could frustrate myself. No, I had to do a regular night of porn and masturbation and hold out as long as I could. I started with an erotic story. It was the tale of a teacher seduced by her students. It was good and it kept my pussy purring nicely. Then I switched back to video and my plans of restrain went quickly by the wayside.
The movie I picked "at random" featured an older woman groveling at a younger girl's feet and then being spanked for being such a dirty slut. Of course this hit home and quick as a flash my fingers were working full speed over my clit. The camera work was so good I could almost reach out and touch the submissive woman's wetness as she got off on her punishment. Like her I was getting close from myself abuse when the woman's mistress pushed an ice cube into her steaming pussy to slow her down. I wasn't willing to go there, but I was determined to not cum at least until the woman in the video so I pulled my hands away from my pussy. It was one of the most difficult things I'd ever done. I continued to watch in rapt attention as the girl brought the woman to the edge over and over but wouldn't let her cum. I resorted to sitting on my hands to prevent myself from bringing myself off. It was a struggle, but I at least wanted to wait until the end of the movie.
To my dismay, the action on the screen now shifted to the young tormentor bending the woman over and fucking her ass with a strap-on. I knew I would have been a goner in that situation. My pussy was oozing juice down my thigh even without me touching it. I was reaching my breaking point. Just a couple of flicks on my clit or a tweak of my rock hard nipples would be enough to send me over the edge. But still the woman in the movie held out so I had to try. Then it happened. There was a knock at the door.
I froze, my attention instantly drawn away from the screen and my arousal instantly dowsed. I looked at the blinds. Thankfully they were closed. I thought about the windows. They were closed too, but I wondered if the sound could still be heard on the porch. I quickly hit pause on the video player. The knock repeated this time more insistent. I knew the person would assume I was home because the lights were on. What was I going to do? I tried to gather my wits about me. The person knocked for the third time. I took a deep breath and stood up.
Grabbing my robe, I pulled it onto my overheated body. Whoever was knocking was about to get an earful about respecting my privacy. My robe was silk, short and not really designed for answering the front door. It was designed to be alluring and to turn on your lover, but it was all I had and the quicker my hands could get back to their appointed duties the better so I didn't run to the bedroom for something else to wear. I marched angrily to the front door. I turned back toward the living room to confirm what I already knew. The TV wasn't visible from the threshold. I swung the door back ready to pounce, but then I stopped dead in my tracks.
Standing on my steps was a girl holding a pizza. She was wearing the uniform of a local pizza shop I had ordered from many times. They were the only place I'd ever found that never screwed up an order. But this obviously was a mistake because I had not ordered from them tonight. The front of the girl's shirt had a nametag that said Nicole. I looked her up and down before I spoke. She was cute. She was young and her less than sexy work shirt appeared strained against an ample chest. I shook my head trying to get the sexual thoughts from my brain but I was fighting a losing battle. She was just too adorable.
"Can I help you?" I asked. "I didn't order any pizza."
"Really, mam?" she asked. "It's got your name and address on the order."
The girl seemed upset by the mistake. She turned the box so I could see the label. As a result I had to lean forward out of the door. I could feel the breeze fluttering against my robe and I knew I was exposing myself. I pretended not to notice.
"That is my name and address, but the phone number is wrong," I pointed out.
I was speaking, but the girl seemed distracted by my impromptu flash.
"What?" she replied.
"Look, that isn't my phone number," I pointed out.
"Dang. I've seen this happen before. We keep track of the phone numbers of who calls and we cross reference the address in our database. It doesn't happen often, but your name and address must have been mislinked. Usually the order takers catch that but we're very busy tonight."
I figured that was the end of our conversation and she would be heading back to her car, but instead she asked if she could use my phone to check the order. I was caught in a quandary. Obviously I didn't want to let her in but I didn't have a good excuse not to either. I asked if she had a cell but she said the battery was dead. I was becoming flustered by her innocent face and well formed chest so I told her she could use the phone in the kitchen. I backed away from the door making sure to block the path to the living room and directing her through the dining room to the kitchen. She walked in front of me and I gave her butt a very thorough visual inspection along the way.
She set the pizza down on the counter and dialed the number to the shop. As I was standing there pretending not to listen, I noticed her eyeing me up and down. This was not the seduction I had planned for the evening. Nicole got put on hold just like most of the times I had called to order on a Friday night. She looked impatient. I was standing there like a fool trying to look good for her but also trying not to look like I was posing. Finally she got a hold of someone who could get the correct address. Part of me wanted to jump her and part of me wanted her to leave so I could finish myself off and begin writing my journal entry for Mistress D.
Little did I know that Mistress D was standing in front of me.
*** Nicole's POV ***
I loved watching Sandra squirm in front of me. From our chats I knew exactly what she was feeling and I knew exactly how to draw her submissive side out. I was staring at her. I knew that would make her nervous, but I knew that would also drive her crazy with lust. It was hard for me to pretend not to be interested in her. This was only step two of my plan and as much as I wanted to thrown her down and fuck her, I was determined not to let her know who I was just yet. I had one more night of seduction planned for her. Tonight was our first contact and it was about to get much more intimate, but I wanted her to think it was just a random occurrence.
*** Sandra's POV **
Nicole finally hung up the phone. The new address was scribbled on the box. She apologized for disturbing me and began to walk out of the kitchen. My mind had been so focused on posing for her that I did not realize I was blocking the dining room leaving the hallway to the living room accessible. In fact I didn't realize it until Nicole was past me. I froze in horror and then bleated out for her to come through the dining room. But she just continued. Like most Cape Cod designs it was obvious the hallway wrapped around the center staircase and was an alternate path to the front door. I was rooted to my spot between the kitchen and dining room when I heard the gasp and the phrase, "Holy shit!"
I waited hoping to hear the front door open and close, but instead I heard the audio from the movie. OMG, she hit the play button. I was mortified. I stood a moment longer trying to get up my courage. I had to find my assertive core from work and tell her to leave. I marched back into the living room. Nicole was still holding the pizza, but her focus was on the TV.
"You really like this stuff?" she asked.
I tried to be assertive when I answered it was none of her business, but I'm not sure I was convincing.
"I think you like this stuff," Nicole said. "Which one are you?"
I wasn't about to have this conversation. I told her she should leave. Instead she set down the pizza on my coffee table and walked toward me. Instinctively I started to back up until I was trapped up against the wall. She continued to advance. I had nowhere to hide. The girl in the video began a very noisy orgasm the one I was now being denied by this mistaken pizza delivery.
"Why don't you answer me?" Nicole now asked. I couldn't speak.
"I think you're the sub, aren't you slut," she declared. It wasn't a question. I remained quiet, but I stopped looking for a way out of the situation.
Nicole was now directly in front of me.
"Yes, I think you wanted me to find that video or you would have shut the player down instead of just pausing it. I bet you're just a lonely housewife looking for some action, aren't you?"
I still couldn't find my voice but I did manage a little nod.
"I thought so," she declared emphatically as she took my hands in hers. Our first contact was electric. Her touch sent shock waves of energy surging through my body. She lifted my wrists until they were pinned against the wall above my head.
"Hold them there," was her simple command.
I closed my eyes surrendering to the feelings welling up through my soul. I could tell she was delicately untying the sash of my robe. Soon she would get a full view of my lingerie. I felt my robe being pulled back. I moaned as the soft material caressed my skin.
I expected her to take the robe off, but she didn't. Instead she left it hanging open as she now began to maul my breasts with her left hand. She didn't pull down my Merry Widow but instead squeezed by breasts through it and tweaked my nipples which were now very evident poking through the material. My moaning continued as did the flood of my juices saturating the bottom of the garment.
Nicole didn't speak again. She didn't have to. I willed myself to open my eyes just as she was reaching down to unsnap the bottom of my lingerie. Thank God I had chosen an easy access snap design. I knew the entire front was wet with my juices and that Nicole would instantly know how excited I was and I didn't care. I was a good girl and held my hands in place against the wall, but as she slid her index finger into my pussy, I felt my knees begin to buckle. I slid slightly down the wall before regaining my strength and standing back up straight. I saw a knowing smile cross Nicole's face.
I felt her turn her hand around before her middle finger joined her index finger penetrating my pussy. Then I felt her thumb begin to rub my clit. It felt heavenly and again my knees buckled.
"That's a good girl. Ride my hand," she commanded.
Her fingers were dancing inside my pussy while her thumb diddled my clit. It felt so good to have somebody else touching me I didn't even realize she was really just manipulating me for her pleasure and control not mine. She then began to tap her fingers inside my pussy. I looked at her confused.
"Don't tell me you've never stimulated your G-spot have you?" she said shaking her head.
Between gasps and moans I answered "no."
"The spongy tissue back here," she said as she tapped a little harder, "is your emotional core. If I do it right you'll squirt all over the place."
"That's never happened to me before," I told her through my ragged breathing.
"We'll you've never been with me before either," she countered.
Nicole continued to manipulate my body teasing my breasts and nipples besides stimulating my g-spot and clit. Under Mistress D's direction I had some of the biggest orgasms in my life. But I those were nothing to compared to what Nicole was doing to me. I'd held myself back for so long and now this beautiful young girl was playing me like a fine instrument. I don't know how she learned so much by such a young again, but she had me humping her hand and begging for permission to cum. I don't think she was expecting that but I could tell she liked it.
"I want you to squirt. Hold out a little longer while I try to find your magic spot."
I tried, I really did, but I reached the point of no return. Nicole's fingers had me feeling like I was going to piss as my orgasm struck. It was mind blowing. My contractions had never been as strong as my climax crushed my body. My pussy had never been so wet as I was consumed by wave after wave of pleasure. My hands came off the wall and touched her shoulders trying to steady myself. But she stepped back and as she pulled her fingers out of my satisfied pussy, I slid down the wall to the floor. She held her fingers up. Not surprisingly they glistened in the flicker of the candles. She pushed them into my mouth, already open and gasping for air and told me to clean them. I did so willingly and lovingly.
I watched slumped on the floor as she walked over to the keyboard and stopped the movie. Then opened my email client and sent an email. Turning back to me she picked up the pizza.
"I sent an email to myself so I have your contact information. Keep next Friday open. I'll be in touch slut."
With that she walked out the door. In the 10 minutes since she arrived she turned my life upside down. She also told me to expect a repeat performance next week. I stayed on the floor basking the warm afterglow of a powerful orgasm until I summoned up enough strength to crawl to the couch. I still had to write my journal for Mistress D. It was going to be a bit more detailed and adventurous than she expected. As I began to chronicle what I was feeling right then I felt my pussy calling out its need to me. I clicked back on the movie and picked up my vibrator. The journal could wait. After all I had until 1 and it was only 8.