Many thanks go to Michelle for the initial idea for this short story and to BlueEyed5ftAngel for the time, effort and patience in editing. I hope you enjoy this. Please comment – I may write more….
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Waking up from a good night's sleep, the Mistress of the house smiled contentedly to herself. Her female slave was just where she should be at morning time, between the bed sheets. More specifically, slave was between Mistress' thighs. On this morning, slave was wearing only her high cut, crotchless latex hotpants, which showed off nicely her fine curvy ass and slick shaven pussy.
Although slave's slender face was hidden from her view, Mistress Nicola was encouraging her slave, letting her know she was doing a good job, by rotating and grinding her hips onto and around slave's mouth and nose. Mistress looked up at the mirrored ceiling and liked the pattern of the ruffled bed covers and the outline of the two bodies within them. "I'll bet slave's lips are really glistening with my juices by now." she mused, whilst imagining the picture beneath the bed linen.
Slave had been under the sheets for at least 30 minutes but she dare not stop or slow her pace. Her tongue was tiring but her Mistress still squirmed, so she was compelled to continue. Her shoulder length brown hair was matted and tangled due to the sweat from her labours.
Mistress closed her eyes in pleasure and began to quiver. "This one is beginning to please me," she thought. "I think I may discuss collaring her and making our arrangement more formal. She will require more training though…"
She decided to add a few words of encouragement.
"Mmm… That's it, good girl, keep licking, slightly higher... I know how much you are enjoying this."
The sarcasm of that statement was not lost on the slave. She was only introduced to her new role two days ago and was still finding the salty taste of her Mistress' pleasure humiliating, but not as humiliating as in the beginning…
The slave girl had arrived at Mistress Nicola's house only a few weeks before. She burst in unannounced. She was not Mistress' submissive slave on that occasion. She was far from it. Then, she was all 'high and mighty', full of demands and full of rage…
"Where's my husband?!" she bellowed upon her arrival. "I know he's been sleeping with you, Bitch!"
Fresh in Mistress' mind was the expression on her new pussy servicing wench's face when she barged past the surprised Mistress and stormed into her house. Mistress smiled at the image.
Slave Katie, as she was about to become, immediately discovered the whereabouts of her errant husband.
There he was, stood in the living room, decked out in a skin tight, PVC French maids uniform, holding a silver tray. A glass of wine stood in its centre with a leather, spanking paddle on the side.
Her rage quickly dissipated and her mouth began to gape open.
"Chris! What the Fuck?" she shouted at her husband.
"I'm sorry I think you have the wrong house," Mistress interrupted her.
"Let me introduce you to Christine. Christine is my maid, isn't that right Christine?"
What could he say? His wife of five years was standing, staring in disbelief at his feminine form… from his ruby painted lips to his black hold-up stockings and high heeled peep-toed shoes. He felt excited. His insides were performing somersaults. He loved the feel of the stockings and PVC against his skin. His blonde wig and make-up gave him some anonymity, somehow making his desire to cross dress easier. He would have been erect, but his cock was bound as Mistress desired.
"Ermm Katie, I can explain." Christine began but that was as far as he got.
Katie was outraged. "What was her husband doing?" she thought. She decided to take control, as she normally did. Her shock returned to rage. She rushed across the room towards Mistress Nicola with long purposeful strides, her fists clenched.
This was a big mistake.
Mistress Nicola elegantly raised herself from her chair, moving to one side as Katie rushed at her. Nicola pushed Katie in the middle of her back, making her sprawl out onto the highly polished floor.
It was then Mistress' turn to act quickly.
She grabbed Katie's wrists and before Katie realised what was happening… the ropes were round her wrists and she was bound. With feline grace, Mistress completed the hogtie, binding Katie's flailing legs together, then tying wrists to ankles leaving Katie in the classic bow position.
Mistress admired the slim form of the woman on the floor. She was elegantly but sexily dressed, her black skirt maybe too short for some tastes but it rode up sufficiently for Mistress to see the shape of a very firm thigh encased in black nylon. She dallied a little longer, wondering if this intruder was wearing pantyhose or thigh high stockings. As nylon covered flesh was one of Mistress' fetishes, she decided to investigate immediately. Her stiletto heeled foot inched forward with the intention of raising the hem of Katie's skirt a few inches.
Katie squealed.
"Leave me alone, Bitch!" she spat.
Mistress smiled, "Feisty" she thought.
