Greetings perverted friends, and friendly perverts.
As with most things that I write this series takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don't worry about pandemics, std's, or the need for birth control.
If you read Follow My Sinstructions Step One, and Follow My Sinstructions Step Two, you are already familiar with Mistress Isabella and her new pleasure apprentice, nineteen-year-old Gabriella.
If you haven't read those stories, this one will make much more sense if you do.
This story contains submission, peeing, spanking, and other assorted lesbian pleasure. If any of that is not your cup of tea, please take a look at some of my other stories and keep checking back because there are lots of other things I'm preparing to submit in other genre's.
As always, I hope you enjoy reading about some of the things that arouse me in my fantasy life.
IsabellaEmily
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From Follow My Sinstructions Step Two
It roared on and on and on, a tongue against my clit and steady pressure against my slippery opening, and a pair fingers against my anus as the orgasmic pleasure took complete ownership of me.
I screamed and yelped and moaned and thrashed and bucked and spasmed and wept as it went on and on, and then I felt her arms around me and her face pressed against my neck as I continued to weep.
I gave up on everything but feeling my body twitch, and I lay still for several minutes, losing track of everything but my pounding heart.
"So that's what an orgasm feels like..." I murmured softly.
"You are such a pretty little slut." I heard Mistress Isabella say softly, as if from a long way away.
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With a sudden start I woke up, stretching out my arms and legs. I was under a blanket and had been curled up on my side.
"Wha?..." I said, sitting up.
"Shhhh." I heard her say. "It's okay girl. You're okay."
I lay back down, realizing that I was still tingling from the intense pleasure that she had given to me. I could move my arms and legs freely and realized that I was no longer restrained.
"Your collar is off." She whispered. "I thought I'd let you sleep for a bit."
"What time is it?" I asked.
"You were asleep about an hour." She said.
I sat up again, and I felt her take the blindfold off me.
I stared at her, unable to find the words to describe what I was feeling.
"That..." I started.
She put a finger against my lips.
"I know sweet Gabriella." She said.
Unable to stop myself I lunged at her, kissing her on the mouth and running my hands through her hair.
With so much I wanted to say, and so many physical needs clamoring for my attention, the only way I could handle them all was to kiss this beautiful woman.
She moaned against my mouth and her arms wrapped around me, and I stretched out on top of her as our naked bodies pressed against each other.
For long moments we kissed that way.
It was strangely passionate and gentle and aggressive and soft all at the same time. It was like we were making love with just our mouths.
At some point I started to cry, and she rolled me over and held me in her arms, her kisses turning tender as she held me, which somehow made them feel deeply erotic.
"It's okay pretty Gabriella." She said softly, stroking my wet cheek. "It's okay."
I closed my eyes and snuggled against her, trembling with emotion.
She kept stroking my cheek and holding me, until I felt her mouth on my breast and wet heat engulfed my nipple as it stiffened against her tongue.
"Oh fuck." I groaned, twisting my fingers in her hair.
She moved her hand to my pussy, and I spread my legs as she pushed her fingers against my opening, and then slid them, wet with my arousal, up over my clit.
"Wow." I moaned, opening my eyes.
She worked her fingers back and forth over my clit as her mouth worked on my nipple, and I began to rock against her as I felt another surge of pleasure push through my body.
"Miss...miss...mis...mm..ma..." I stuttered, trying to warn her about what was about to happen, but I couldn't get any words out.
"Cum for me you beautiful little whore." She whispered.
I felt her catch my nipple between her teeth and bite, the fiery pain so sexual that I lost myself in it.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" I screamed, humping my hips up and down as another orgasm landed, making every nerve ending in my body tingle and throb.
And then we were kissing again, and she pinned me to the mattress and started to kiss me softly all over my face.
"I want to do more with you sweet girl." She whispered. "I love sharing these things with you."
"I want that too." I said breathlessly. "What time should I be here tomorrow?"
"First thing in the morning." She told me with a grin.
She sat up and pulled me up next to her.
"I was kidding." I said. "I don't want to be too much. I don't want you to get tired of me."
"I'm a long way from being tired of you." She said, touching my collarbone.
She stood up and pulled me to my feet.
"I want you here with me as soon as you can get here again, and I want you to stay as long as you want to." She continued. "We have a lot of things to try."
"Is nine too early?" I asked her eagerly.
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Ten minutes later we were standing by her front door and I was making sure I had everything.
She'd given me a pair of pink cotton panties to wear, and I had them on under my pants.
"Here." She said, handing me two bottles of water. "Leave these in your car tonight and drink them on the drive over here in the morning. Do your best to have a full bladder when you get here please."
"Yes Mistress." I said.
"No." she said, holding up my collar, and then placing in on the coat hook by the front door. "I'm only Mistress Isabella when you're wearing this. Otherwise, I'm just Izzy, okay?"
"Okay." I grinned. "I'll try to keep it straight."
"Straight is boring." She said with a grin. "Being sexually curious is far more interesting."
She leaned over and kissed me again, before giving me a tight and loving hug.
"Good night Gabriella." She said. "Sleep tight."
I went out into the night air, and drove home with sweaty palms, certain I could still feel her tongue pushing along my tingling cunt folds, and unable to stop wondering about what the next day would bring.
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In the morning I arrived at one minute before nine, timing my arrival so as not to be early, or late. I carried the empty water bottles up to her front door with me, as proof that I had followed her instructions.
She opened the door before I could knock and smiled at me.
"Come in Gabby!" she said brightly. "I hope you slept well."
"I tossed and turned." I said with a grin. "I couldn't get last night out of my head."
"Neither could I." she said. "I was quite horny when you left. I spent the whole night wet."
She closed the front door behind me, and we stood in the foyer, where we'd said goodbye less than ten hours earlier. She was wearing a white robe and was barefoot.
"What time do you have to leave?" she asked me.
"I don't work again until the middle of next week." I told her. "And I told my dad that I'd probably be staying with friends on campus a few days for orientation. If I come and go at odd hours he won't worry or think anything is strange."
"Do you really have orientation?" she asked.
"I did it last week." I told her. "But I knew he wouldn't remember."
"So you're free for a few days?" she asked.
"I can stay until you get tired of me." I said.
She leaned over and licked my lips, and a lewd thrill pulsed through me.
"That will be a long way off." She said softly, with her lips against mine. "Shall we get started?"
She pulled her head back and looked pointedly at my collar, hanging on the coat hook.
I reached over and picked up the collar and snapped it in place around my neck.
I was torn. Part of me wanted to act calm so I wouldn't betray how enthusiastic I was for whatever she had planned for me next. Yet deep down I wanted to show her just how eagerly I needed for her to take charge of me and my pleasure.
The reality was that the more I thought about this, the more I felt as if my authentic self was calling my best friend's mother "Mistress" while she kept me on a leash and called me names.
It was the most 'at home' I'd felt in my own skin for as long as I could remember.
"I believe we should get started Mistress Isabella." I said. "Whatever you have planned for me, I really fucking need it."
She reached out and hooked a finger through my collar, and pulled my face close to her own.
"I am glad that you think that piss slut." She said. "But if I become interested in what you fucking think I will ask. Until then I am the one who decides what you need, when you get it, and how much you will fucking like it. Underfuckingstood?"
"Yes Mistress Isabella." I said. "I understand."
"I am pleased to hear you say that piss slut." She said, reaching for my empty water bottles. "I am also pleased that you followed my suggestion. Is your bladder full as I requested?"
"Yes Mistress." I said. "I've had lots of water this morning, and plenty of juice."
"Do you need to go right now piss slut?" she asked. "Or can you wait?"
"I need to go pretty badly Mistress." I said. "I don't think I can wait much longer."
"Then get undressed." She told me. "And when you are naked, I want you to go into the front room and wait for me in the middle of the room."
"Yes Mistress." I said.
She turned towards the kitchen and took two steps, and then turned back towards me.
"And piss slut?" she asked me.
"Yes Mistress?" I answered.
"Do not fucking dare piss anywhere in my fucking house without my fucking permission." She snarled. "Or you will not like what happens to your filthy fucking ass afterwards. I fucking promise."
"I understand Mistress." I said.
She stood staring at me for about thirty seconds, and then she turned and stalked into the kitchen.
I began to take my clothes off, my palms sweaty and my heart thudding. My hands were shaking, and I was on the edge of sexual arousal just as I'd been last night.
I kicked off my sandals and pulled my sundress off, carefully hanging it on one of the hooks by the front door. I unhooked my bra and took off the pink panties that Mistress Isabella had given me last night.
