This is a confession. It's not mine, but that of a very close friend. She gave me permission to share it with people on Literotica. Of course, I changed names, dates, and character descriptions.
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It was the summer of 1988. I was married but my husband was with his brothers in Massachusetts on a fishing boat, leaving me alone for a month. He knew I was bisexual. He knew I was submissive. He didn't know I was going to spend a weekend with my Mistress and her husband up at their summer camp/cabin near Lake George.
I was 24 and full of desire and willingness to please her. I had very few hard limits - no gun and blood play, no knives, no scat. She knew I was going to be alone and informed me that she was having a weekend with some friends up at her cabin and wondered if I had time to accompany her and her husband. I told her that I did and would love to be there. She gave me the directions and commanded I arrive before seven in the morning. When I asked her what I should wear and bring to wear, she just smiled. I took that as a command that I was not to wear anything.
I followed her orders: I arrived at her nice large log A-Frame by 6:30 AM. There was just one car around, one belonging to Mistress. I parked away from it and pulled out my bag of toiletries.
"Excuse me," she called out from the porch. "You're wearing clothes."
"Sorry," I said loudly. I removed my shoes, shorts, blouse, bra and panties, put them in the car.
"You can wear shoes and flip-flops," she added before I left the car. I thanked her. I put my shoes back on and grabbed my flip-flops. I saw her husband smile at me from behind her. She approved of how I looked.
Mistress was Candace Norwood, a 53-year-old woman I met while working in a law office. I was a secretary and she was a client. She came in on a hot summer's morning, angry at the world. I smiled and her emotion changed.
She came to my desk and looked at me, into my soul. Her big blue eyes were warm and somewhat erotic. She put her purse on my desk and placed both hands on top. She leaned into me and smiled. "Thank you."
I looked up at her, confused as to why she would thank me. I hadn't done anything, just looked at her and smiled.
"My name's Mrs. Candace Norwood. I have an appointment with Mr. Childers. Could you be a dear and tell him I've arrived."
There was something in the way she spoke to me. Something inside of me knew immediately that she was a Dominant. I had been with female Dominants before but none had an immediate effect on me like Mrs. Norwood.
I picked up the phone and told Mr. Childers that Mrs. Norwood had arrived. He had me send her in immediately.
"He'll see you," I told her. She smiled and walked away, leaving her purse. I turned to tell her what she had done, but she just shook her head. I took it and put it under my desk, next to mine.
She came out an hour later and appeared at my desk, asking for her purse. When I leaned to get it, she corrected me. "A good submissive of mine gets on all fours."
I didn't need to hear it twice and did as instructed. I had a rush of excitement over come me. I was wet. I popped my head up, looked over the top at her. She smiled and told me to meet her for lunch. We discussed my submitting to her.
She settled me into a small room, just a twin bed, dresser, nightstand and lamp. I put my stuff away and went to her. I assumed my position at her feet: Sitting on my haunches and awaited direction.
"You're going to be used by me and others," She told me in a motherly tone. "I know I've never shared you before, but this weekend, you will be."
I looked up at her and was ready to ask her by whom, but she anticipated it. "A few of my closest friends, ones I've known since grade school. They know I am into the Lifestyle and have heard of you."
Mistress petted my head and continued. "I've given them permission to use you as they like, but within the set limits you've told me. They won't hurt you."
Given permission, I spoke. "Thank you, Mistress. May I ask if I will be fucked by men as well?"
She thought for a moment before answering. "Yes, by my husband, but only if he behaves." He looked at her and shook her head. "If my best friend brings her boy-toy, you'll fuck him and his big dick."
Inwardly, I hoped the man would come. I did love big cock. "Thank you, Mistress."
She put her hand on my chin and forced me to look up. "You know I won't hurt you or allow them to do so. If, at any time, you feel uncomfortable with what's going on, you tell me and I'll stop it." She exhaled and continued. "I do love you, Little One. I enjoy your body and I don't want anything to happen to it."
I smiled and thanked her. Her husband got up and asked if she wanted any breakfast of coffee. She told him to make her and I coffee.
"We'll have it on the back porch," she told him.
At 10, the first one of her friends arrived, a woman Mistress' age. She was Miss Phoebe, a high school English teacher and a good, close friend of my Mistress.
"Come over here and let me get a good look at you," she commanded. I did as told. She took my chin in her hand and had me look into her blue eyes. "I hear that you lick pussy whenever and where ever commanded. I will test that later." She reached down and kissed me on the lips. Hers were soft like Mistress' lips. She smiled at me and reached down with a hand. She touched my pussy lightly.
"You're wet already," she cooed. "Good, I like that." She brought her finger to her mouth and tasted. "And you're sweet."
"Show Phoebe to her room," Mistress commanded. I bowed and took the bag from her friend's hand. I brought her up to one of the two guest rooms on the second floor. I opened the door and waited for Miss Phoebe to enter before I did. I placed her bag on a chair and turned to leave. She put a hand on my shoulder, keeping me in the room.
She whispered. "Between just you and I, do you really like being submissive to women?"
I didn't hesitate. "Yes, Miss Phoebe, I do."
She smiled broadly. "Is Candace the oldest woman you've been with?"
"No, Miss Phoebe, she's not."
She kissed me on the forehead. "I'll use you in a bit, have you eat me. It's been so long since I've had an orgasm. I have to freshen up some and get out of my clothes."
"I'll be around, just call for me." I left the bedroom and walked down stairs.
Mistress called to me, another woman standing by her side. "Little One, when you have a moment."
I slid up to her, went to my knees, and spoke. "Yes Mistress."
She introduced me to her friend Jennifer, a woman that was striking in her looks, and had an air of confidence that was equal to that Mistress had. Her smile was broad and warm, but something in her dark brown eyes made me take pause. Her eyes looked at me with desire, or was it lust? Whichever emotion it was, I knew I was going to enjoy.
"Take her to her room," Mistress commanded. I leaned over to pick up Miss Jennifer's luggage. I felt a warm hand on my bottom as I did.
"You're right," she began. "Her ass is perfect for smacking." She didn't finish the sentence before I felt the sting of her hand.
I yelped, but kept quiet. Mistress expected me to accept all spankings without comment, just soft moans. I couldn't help the yelp, since it was unexpected. I picked her bags up and walked to the stairs. I waited for her to follow me. A man had joined her.
Mistress spoke to me, "This is Simon. He's my friend's toy. Don't worry, my dear, you won't be submitting to him, but you might be asked to clean up Jennifer after they fuck."
I smiled: It had been a while since I had cleaned up a cream pie.
"I think she likes that idea," Miss Jennifer said. She grabbed my ass and pushed me towards the stairs. "Bring me to my room."
"Yes Miss Jennifer." I carried her bags and quickly made my way up to the second floor. She and her Simon followed close behind. I arrived at their room and opened the door.
Her boy toy smiled and took the luggage from me. "We have it from here." He followed her into the bedroom and closed the door. I stood for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Mistress' voice left me without doubt.
"Come down here, I need my cunt licked."
"Yes Mistress," I called out as I bound down the steps. I rushed to find her. She wasn't inside the cabin. I slid open the glass doors that led to the porch. I found her, laying on a chaise lounge, a towel under her, her legs spread wide.
"Eat me bitch," she commanded.
I dropped to my knees in front of the chaise and crawled up, kissing her flesh as I did. I looked into her eyes and saw the twinkle I grew to know meant I was doing well.
The skin on her inner thigh was creamy and soft. She moaned as my mouth touched her. She grabbed my hair and pulled me up.
"I sat eat!"
I put my lips on her wet, well-trimmed pussy and forced my tongue out and into her. She didn't moan: she took my hair and pulled it. I felt a surge flow through me. My breath was lost. I didn't stop to pleasure myself: My needs were secondary to hers.
"Come eat it like you mean it," she commanded. Never wanting to disappoint Her, I placed my hands behind her ass and pulled her closer to me. She finally moaned, showing pleasure in what I was doing. Inwardly, I smiled: I loved to please and pleasure Mistress.
Mistress lay on her lounge, her breathing slowly returning to her. I stood and wanted to return inside; I needed something to drink. Miss Phoebe blocked my path.
"I love the way you get into your work," she joked.
To me, it wasn't a joke: it was the truth. I knew my place in the Lifestyle, just someone's young lesbian submissive, but I did love what I did and was going to do. Mistress was kind and caring. She would never hurt me, not physically or emotionally. I knew she was unusual in the BDSM world, but that's why I loved her.
I demurred and looked down. "Thank you," I cooed to Miss Phoebe.
She put a hand on my chin and lifted my head. "I could use you soon, but I need to get something to eat. I'm famished."
"It's understandable." I looked to Mistress. She was resting, her eyes closed. I smiled in her direction and followed Miss Phoebe into the kitchen. I needed something to drink.
"How long have you been with her?" she asked.
I reached into the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of beer, one Mistress knew I'd like to have ice cold. "I've been her submissive for a year. " I took a sip and found a towel to sit on.
"Where did she find you?"
I looked at her and smiled. "She found me at a 'play party.' I was there as an unattached submissive, having been released by my previous Master when His wife decided He could no longer play."
"That's interesting. I've never seen any unattached subs at parties I've attended." She walked towards me, her smile somewhat evil. "If I had seen you before she did, I would have made you mine."
She reached out, ran her fingers through my hair, and leaned into me. She whispered, "You would have been delicious."
I took a step back and looked towards the door. "But you didn't. Mistress did."
Miss Phoebe smiled at me a retreated a few steps. "That she did." She inhaled deeply. "I am going to use you later."
"I know that, Miss Phoebe. I hope Mistress gave you a copy of my guidelines. I have hard limits and will never cross them."
"Yes she did. She told me to not push you on your limits, that I should just enjoy you."
