This is a follow on to ‘emma finds her Mistress again'. It is not necessary to read the other story first.
Chapter 1
We waved our respective husbands goodbye on their business trip together and my heart was pounding. Standing, I could smell the warmth of her perfume, I watched the movement of her body and the caress of her hair surreptitiously. I wanted to touch her, be touched by her. I was horny. I was reluctantly becoming used to having to do whatever Susan asked of me again. It scared me, but it also excited me a little more every time Susan asked me to do something.
We had never spent a night together before this. Now we had the prospect of nights and days. Susan had known about the trip before me and she had invited me, via our husbands, to stay with her at her home while they were away. Andrew and John thought it was a wonderful idea. I was terrified but I also knew I was deeply excited by the idea. What would she expect of me? I had sat at home trembling as time passed, by the thought of what Susan might ask me to do. It could be something really nice, but at the same time I was utterly terrified by the prospect of her dominance. It left me so vulnerable in my desire for her.
The men went through into the passenger's section at the air terminal and disappeared. Susan turned and looked into my eyes. I felt my girlish blushes as she kissed my lips so tenderly in that public place. It still surprised me that after only a slight hesitation I returned her kiss. My vagina pulsed and I nearly swooned there and then. Her lips seemed to be playing with mine for the short time the kiss lasted. My eyes were still closed as she pulled away from the passionate but brief kiss. She smiled at me as I leaned forward trying to maintain the kiss.
Feeling foolish I felt a fresh rush of embarrassment and blood to my face as I knew my response to her and the knowledge of the public place kicked in. My mouth opened and closed after the separation. Two women kissing in public. They could have been long lost friends meeting again after a long parting, but not like this kiss, this was a lovers kiss. If I had seen two other women kissing as we kissed I knew that I would have presumed something other than friendship, if others had seen me they would have been correct.
The airport bar was dark and half full. We sat on leather seats in a corner with our glasses of wine. Susan unashamedly inspected me, and I felt it. It made me blush, I couldn't stop the blushing. Sitting, the leather chair was cool, and it stuck to my legs. Normally I hardly ever wore a dress I realised. She had made me dress me in nothing but a simple tank dress, buttoning all the way down the front, made of a purple silk, which seemed to whisper as I moved. She had told me skirts or dresses unless told otherwise. She liked my legs, I wasn't that impressed, but she told me that she did, so I did as I was bid. I had forgotten how uncomfortable it was to keep pulling it down and be sitting carefully. I was distracted and self-conscious by the sight of my thighs. I was also fidgeting as my knickers were becoming uncomfortably damp.
My initial fears had been quite simply over-ruled by Susan once she had dominated me the time we met again. Meeting my ex-teacher again. A teacher who I had submitted to lovingly, sexually, submissively. I wanted her as much, if not more, than when I was her pupil. I felt her pupil still. I had willingly given myself to her as a frustrated school student.
Over the following years I had constantly remembered and fantasised about our feverishly heated sex, my desperate submission, her easy dominance of me, even when doing the most trivial things. It embarrassed me now what she had me do for her at times. It excited me too, I reluctantly admitted to myself. I had wanted to please her. I remembered how easily I had accepted she wanted and expected me naked in private, wanted her fingers on me and even in me in public places. I had wanted to show her that I would do anything for her even if she had me act like a slut. Over the years I had ached for those times, my body throbbing and lubricating freely because of her and what I had done for her. I was petrified that she would just see me as I was then, an easily led kid with a crush. Ten years older now, married now.
She must know I couldn't possibly do all that now, but I felt things were falling apart since I met her again, since she had taken me again. I could not get Susan out of my mind.
I hadn't been able to sleep properly for nights after giving myself to Susan again. I had expected her to get in touch immediately but she hadn't and it left me in frantic turmoil. Eventually, as I was doing some ironing, she had phoned.
"Hello my pet."
"Hello Susan." Suddenly breathless.
"Excuse me? Is someone there?" Sharp. "If there isn't, what do you call me?"
"No. Oh sorry, I am alone. Sorry. Hello Mistress. I am sorry, I didn't know if I should or not." Feeling like a silly little girl.
"Of course you should unless there is a very good reason. Don't ever forget. I am sure you'll be a good girl from now on wont you? After all you told me you wanted me to own your slutty little self again, didn't you?"
"Yes Mistress." My face had been hot with embarrassment as I had stood holding the phone. My bra tight and my pussy twitching.
"What are you doing? Are you alone, I gather you are?"
"Yes Mistress, I am alone in the house, Andrew's at work. I was doing the ironing."
"Well turn it off now." I had done as I was told and waited. "I want you naked now my little slut, do you hear? You like being naked for me don't you slut? You did when you came over with your husband and he left you with me, didn't you? Describe what you are doing as you undress."
"Here Mistress?"
"Oh yes. Don't argue my sweet sub, just strip that body of yours."
"Yes. Yes Mistress." Oh God. I had pictured myself undressing for her that last time. Was I really going to do this? I stood shaking, breathing heavily. "Yes." Giving in to her. Giving in to myself. She knew me too well. My body had shivered at the thought of obeying her.
I took my clothes off. Described my movements and the articles of clothing. It hadn't been easy with one hand holding the phone. She made me take everything off even though it was really embarrassing doing it. Though no one could see in the windows it had still felt so wicked and frightening being naked at a time like this and especially being commanded to do so. She had correctly guessed that my face was burning and my nipples were hard. Eventually I admitted I was kicking off my jeans and knickers. My clothes were strewn across the carpet. My nipples had hardened with the cold and that something else. My body throbbed as I stood naked, holding the phone, my other arm around my waist. I had wanted to touch myself but was scared to just yet. I had become so quickly aroused it had scared me.
"Did you play with yourself after leaving me at the weekend subby?" As if reading my mind.
"Yes, yes Mistress. It excited me."
"I'll let this go for now slut but in future I will determine, your playing, your orgasms. Is that clear?"
"Yes Mistress. Thank you. I didn't know. I'm sorry."
"Its alright little one. I know that you didn't know. Do you think it is correct, that I should have that control, my sweet slut? Is that what you would like too?" Her voice had done strange things to my stomach.
