Part 1
Lara was bored. She hadn't been fucked, really fucked, in a very long time and her pussy was aching to be sore. She still made love with her husband and it was nice but, she had started to realise, she needed something more. No-one had taken her to that special place where only something new, something different, could take her and she longed to find out what it would be. She had had a taste only last week and she wondered if she had the nerve to go through with it.
She had been at the gym and had just finished her exercise programme. She liked the gym; she liked pushing her body to see how far she could go; she liked the camaraderie of the other women as they too toned their soft bodies; most of all, however, she liked the showers afterwards where she could peel off her sweaty clothes and watch the other women doing the same, secretly enjoying the many different naked bodies around her, secretly wondering if anyone was enjoying the sight of hers.
She had stripped off as usual and was bending over to retrieve her towel and shampoo when she suddenly felt a smack across her naked bottom. She was so shocked she almost fell forward into her locker. When she recovered and looked around, there was no-one there except her instructor making her own naked way to the communal showers. Lara couldn't believe that the tall statuesque blonde would have struck her so blatantly, so viciously, and wondered if one of her friends had done it and was now hiding from her.
Deciding she would have to investigate later, she picked up her towel and made her way to the showers. The gym had been busy today and the only spare one was next to her instructor, so she hung up her towel and made her way to the other woman's side. Maria cast a sideways look at her pupil, looking down on her disdainfully. Lara was a beautiful woman but she always felt inferior when she compared herself to Maria. Whereas she was the typical Latin-type beauty, dark and very sensual, Maria looked more Scandinavian, tall, blonde and very beautiful. The only thing was, she knew just how beautiful she was and looked down on the other women as being beneath her.
As the two women stood naked under the running water, Lara couldn't help but sneak a closer look at Maria's sexy body and wondered what it would be like to make love to another woman so different from herself. As if she could hear Lara's thoughts, the tall woman turned and sneered at her pupil.
"Did you enjoy that little pat on your arse, Lara?"
So it had been her. The thought of this incredible woman touching her made Lara go weak at the knees, made her face blush, made her pussy moisten. Unable to form any words, so taken aback was she, Lara simply hung her head and nodded. The other woman laughed out loud at her.
"I knew it. You're a slut, aren't you, Lara? A submissive slut just waiting to be punished." Lara was glad that the showers were so powerful, so noisy, that none of the other women could hear this conversation but, even so, she was very embarrassed.
"What? No, I'm not a slut. I'm a respectable married woman. You just surprised me." She looked around but none of the other women seemed to be listening; her cheeks still reddened in shame.
"Don't lie to me, slut. Follow me."
With that, Maria turned off her shower and, turning without even looking again at Lara, walked back to the changing room. Lara didn't know what came over her but for some reason she did as she was told and hurried after her instructor. As she came through the door, Maria was standing there, facing her, waiting. Without another word, she grabbed Lara by the hair and forced her down on to her knees. She found herself staring at the woman's bald pussy, her very wet lips, her already visible clit.
"Lick my cunt, slut," was all she said. No other instruction; no "please"; she simply expected to be obeyed.
Lara tried to struggle, to free herself, but Maria's grip on her hair was too tight, too strong and she suddenly wondered what would happen if anyone else came out of the showers. Realising there was only one way out of this, she leaned forward and ran her tongue along the length of the other woman's dripping slit and, Lara realised when she tasted Maria's juices, it wasn't dripping because she had just had a shower.
Once again the tall woman laughed at her. "See; nothing but a slut. If you ever have the nerve to accept the punishment you deserve, call me. You can get my number from the front desk."
With that, she released her victim and walked away to her own locker at the other side of the large changing room. Just then the door from the showers opened and some other women that Lara knew slightly came through, looking quizzically at the woman on her knees in front of her locker, but said nothing. Even now, a week later, when Lara thought about the incident she could feel her juices soaking her knickers once again.
So now as she lay naked on her own bed at home, toying with her vibrator, toying with her pussy, she looked again at the phone number she had been given by the receptionist at the gym and wondered if she had the nerve to call Maria. As her vibrator slipped down from her clit, slid between her pussy lips and entered her she wondered how far the other woman would take her, how far she wanted to be taken, and how amazing it would be to taste Maria's pussy again. The thought of her own submission on the floor of the changing room, the memory of the fear she had felt as Maria tightened the grip on her hair, the thought of how she had been forced to lick another woman in a public place was enough to make her cum again. The vibrator was now plunging in and out of her pussy as she arched her back and screamed "Maria!" while her orgasm washed over her.
Before she could change her mind, before her orgasm had totally subsided, before she had even pulled the vibrator from her pussy, she reached across to the bedside table and picked up the phone. Maria answered after a few moments and listened to Lara stumble through a request to meet. She was instructed to present herself in the restaurant of a nearby hotel the following evening and to book a room. She was to arrive with a totally shaven pussy and she was not allowed to touch herself until they met.
Throughout the next day Lara's pussy tingled and dripped into her knickers but, other than running her fingers along her dripping slit after shaving, she did as she was told and refrained from making herself cum. The build up of her anticipation was nearly enough to make herself cum, even without touching herself and, by the time she took her seat in the restaurant, she was desperate for someone, anyone, to touch her.
For over an hour she waited and, just as she was about to give up on Maria, in she walked. Dresses in a smart, tight --fitting business suit, she looked every inch the successful sexy woman that she knew she was. Lara could only stare at her and wonder what she had let herself in for.
Maria ordered for them both without even looking at the menu, without even asking Lara what she wanted. Ignoring her throughout the meal, other than to enquire if she had shaved her pussy as instructed, Maria finished her meal and asked Lara what room she was in. Rising from the table, even though Lara had not finished eating, Maria strode out of the restaurant and Lara knew she was expected to follow her. Quickly signing for their meal, charging it to her room, she hurried after her gym instructor and wondered what lessons she would be learning this afternoon.
As they got into the lift, Maria simply stood at the back and waited for Lara to press the button. As soon as the doors closed over, the taller woman grabbed Lara's hair from behind and forced her down on to her knees in the lift. Saying nothing, she simply stood there with Lara kneeling at her feet, like some sort of pet. Lara was grateful that no other guests seemed to be around at that point to witness her humiliation but, as the lift reached her floor and the doors slid open, they were faced with an elderly couple who seemed shocked to see the beautiful woman on her knees. Maria smiled to them and explained that her slave had been bad and was being punished so she was only allowed to crawl in public today.
As the mystified couple stood back to allow Maria to exit the lift, dragging Lara by her thick, dark hair, they didn't even notice the lift doors closing and leaving without them, so intrigued were they by what they were seeing. Lara, meanwhile, was burning with embarrassment as she followed her new mistress to her room and presented the other woman with the card to open the door. She had never been so ashamed in her whole life but she knew her knickers had never been so wet, at least not in a very, very long time.
No sooner had the door closed behind them when Maria pulled her to her feet and ordered her to strip. She couldn't tear off her clothes quickly enough; she kicked off her shoes then removed her blouse and skirt before she suddenly seemed to realise she was standing in a strange hotel room in just her underwear, waiting for the attention of a woman she hardly knew, waiting to be told she was worthy of the woman's attention, waiting to be satisfied in the way she craved more than anything else.
Before she knew what was happening, Maria grabbed her and, practically lifting her off her feet, threw her on to the large king-sized bed. Automatically, she started to struggle and to cry out but Maria straddled her, kneeling across her chest, and held her down. As if from nowhere, Maria produced two silk scarves from within her suit jacket and secured her hands to the bedposts. Climbing off her, she knelt over the frightened woman and began to pull down her soaking white thong. The more Lara struggled, the more Maria just smiled and, after sliding the tiny thong down Lara's smooth legs, she stuffed it into her open mouth, stifling her cries and making her more terrified than before. She was now bound and gagged in a room with another woman and no-one knew she was there. Before she could think of anything else, she became aware of a familiar taste of pussy in her mouth as she realised just how wet her knickers were. She could taste her juices and, since the knickers were soaked in them, she could feel those same juices running down her throat. What had she let herself in for?
Before she had time to consider her answer, Maria was leaning over her again, opening the clasp of her front fastening bra and freeing Lara's gorgeous breasts to her hungry gaze. Lara knew she had nice breasts but she couldn't believe how hard her nipples were.
"You're obviously enjoying this, bitch. Look how big your nipples are."
As Lara could do nothing but stare up at her captor, Maria lowered her warm mouth to her left breast and sucked the nipple into her mouth. Her other hand, meanwhile, was squeezing Lara's right breast, pinching her engorged nipple hard enough to make the poor woman wince. This combination of pleasure and pain continued for some time as Maria alternated between licking, sucking and pinching each nipple in turn. Lara could do nothing but lie there, writhing in pain, writhing in lust. Her pussy felt as if it was about to explode and she cried at the hunger she felt between her legs.
