To this day, years later, Nancy wakes up at night, her long, slim hands rushing to her totally flat chest, slender fingers covering her tiny nipples, breaking out into a cold sweat. Her eyes open, she realizes she is safe, and a sudden stream of wetness flows between her legs reminding her over and over again how her orgasm under Janet’s control was the Mother of All Orgasms.
Janet is the Mistress of all Mistresses. Her unbounded creativity crashed the most powerful orgasms onto all who served under her. All her subs are unanimous in their assertion that Janet was undoubtedly the finest Mistress ever. And what strikes them all the most was the softness of Janet’s voice as she tenderly encouraged her subs to reach the highest peaks of ecstasy attainable by any woman. Janet would be riding her sub with abandoned fury, the heavens crashing down upon her subs, and yet the soft sweetness of her voice would drive them to oblivion, such was the contrast between her fury and her softness. The sub could be tied down, spread-eagle, the most horrific screams coming out of her mouth, and Janet would drive her beyond the limits of endurance with her voice, so soft and so distant that at times it seemed only a vagina at the limits of its endurance could hear her.
Janet, standing tall and proud at six feet, with long, straight black hair, beautifully expressive blue eyes, a face as smooth as silk, and a sensuous mouth. Her breasts are very large, hanging with that generous pendulous fullness that only having breast-fed our children can award. Her waist is relatively slim, her ass is ample, and her thighs have long lost their firmness. Her toes, nails always so nicely painted in bright red, are long, hinting at an abnormally long clit, matched by equally long fingers, convince even the most uninterested observer that Janet is a woman to respect.
Having married a man much older than herself, a man of extreme wealth to tend to all her material needs, her marital sexual activity was focused exclusively to intercourse for the purpose of childbearing. The intervening months were total abstention, allowing Janet infinite absolute freedom to explore alternate forms of sexual exploration, physical expression, and sensual pleasures. Once the children were in school, Janet was able to devote her free hours of the day to take her natural creativity and insatiable curiosity to the extreme, and this she did with a succession of progressively bolder and ever more aggressive domination of compliant subs who appreciated the value of extreme domination and the discretion of daytime sexuality. Sub after sub succumbed to Janet, their lives never again returning to normal after a session with Janet. Word gets around quickly in the world of female domination, and soon Janet’s control was so eagerly sought after that she hardly had time to think of a new control before the next subs were lined up in a waiting list.
Nancy was fortunate to get a session scheduled. She was never ever to regret it.
For Nancy, Janet had planned her domination in excruciating detail. Nancy thus found herself one midmorning standing totally naked (of course), her arms loosely yet quite securely fastened overhead. Her eyes were covered with a hermetic blindfold. Not a ray of light entered her eyes. Her ears were covered with headphones, so cleverly designed that not a sound reached her brain. At times, very far in between, the only thing she could hear was the sweet softness of Janet’s voice whispering into her head tender words of encouragement. Nancy had been given what seemed to be a huge amount of water to drink during her preliminary examination and initial interview. Now, as she stood tall and straight, hands overhead, she felt a slim tube placed in her mouth. A steady trickle of water flowed incessantly. Nancy sipped and sipped and sipped again, that tiny trickle gradually filling her until she felt bloated. Her bladder was full beyond words. She did not know if she was alone in the room, she did not know if anyone was watching her, she did not know anything about herself. Shyly, not knowing if it was permitted or not, she relaxed her muscles just a bit. She felt a tiny trickle of warm pee slide down her thigh. It helped relieve the pressure just a bit. But it was not enough. Emboldened by the darkness and the silence, she released a little more. Her bladder felt a tiny bit better for a moment, but soon the pressure was again too much to bear. Boldly, she let it all out. It felt so good! She did not care that her legs were wet, that she was standing in a puddle of warm pee, that maybe someone was watching her. It just felt so good!
Nancy started humming softly to herself. Janet’s voice was almost quiet as she whispered into the headphones telling her to shut up. Nancy was shaking with the most delicious excitement. Janet was with her! Somewhere, some place Janet was there! Nancy could not believe her good fortune. It was short lived. She felt hands massaging her distended belly, so bloated from all the water. It was not just one or two hands, of that Nancy was sure. Many hands were kneading her tummy. The pressure to pee was unbearable. She did so, at first very shyly, then slowly more boldly until she could pee with abandon. Whoever was there with her was surely getting splashed. Nancy could not care less.
Janet’s voice came over the headphones, soft and so sweet. “Show me her tits.”
Now, Nancy is totally flat chested. Very tall, dark hair and huge black eyes, she is extremely thin. The one or two ounces of body fat that maybe may have passed for breasts were totally absent as her arms were raised over her head. She felt fingers tug at her nipples. It felt so awesome! Tugging harder, kneading them between those anonymous fingers excited Nancy to no end. Again, Janet’s soft voice, now a bit more urgent, “Show me her tits, I said.” Someone, maybe more than one woman, was desperately tugging her nipples, pulling them out, trying to get some semblance of breasts to appear.
Janet’s voice came again, just as softly, “I said, show me her tits.” Now, the fingers were practically yanking her nipples, coarsely massaging them, fingernails digging deep into those tiny nipples, vainly trying to form nonexistent breasts. Nancy felt her nipples raw and tender, their skin alive, and their nerve endings wildly excited. Janet wanted to see tits; Nancy had none to show. The other woman (women?) present was valiantly trying to get something out of her. It was to no avail.
Janet’s voice came one more time, “Freeze her tits.”
Nancy cringed with despair at hearing this soft command: its sweetness belied a tinge of firm harshness to it.
She felt ice cubes rubbed over her raw nipples, the very cold water dripping down her chest, past her distended belly, down between her legs. She could not control her pee stream. And yet the mysterious hands continued to ice her red-hot nipples until she could no longer feel them, cold numbness setting in. only the pressure and the motion of those unknown hands told her that her nipples were continued to be iced.
She heard Janet’s voice again, even softer than before, “She is ready.”
Nancy trembled with apprehension. Ready for what, she did not know. Only that Janet said she was ready. Nancy felt something like a bar brought forth and pressed against the middle of her tummy, just at her waist height. She felt her legs spread apart and tied down to the floor. A set of hands gently untied her wrists from above, and she was very gently bent over the bar, her hands now tied down, again wide apart, to the floor. Nancy understood. Her legs were wide apart and held firmly in place. She was totally bent over, her hands tied down, her virgin ass plainly exposed. She did not have to see past the blindfold: Nancy knew she was totally in view of whoever was there.
Janet was wild in her imagination!
Her nipples were numb: whereas a moment ago they had been raw and tender, now she could not feel them. They had been iced.
She felt a set of hand spread her ass. She felt a cold lubricant squeezed generously out of a tube all around it. Nancy realized she was being prepped for anal penetration. She had never felt it so welcome before. She tried her best to relax her virgin ass; ready to do whatever Janet wanted to her. And Janet’s voice was not long in coming, “Fit my strap-on.” Nancy swallowed hard, ready for anything. And Janet was masterful.
Very slowly, Nancy felt what must have been Janet’s strap on approach her tight little ass. It pressed just barely. Nancy tried to move back to take it in. she was too tightly bound. Janet was very good at this. She pressed just a bit harder. Nancy could almost feel it trying to come in. she tried harder to open herself, to let it in. Janet held her place, driving Nancy crazy with desire. It was oh so close and yet refused to budge in!
Very slowly, Janet pressed a bit harder. It entered just a bit. Nancy was in tears of joy! Her virgin ass was almost no more! Just a bit more! Just a fraction of an inch and Nancy would be deflowered! Oh, how good Janet was!
Nancy felt the start of an orgasm approach from a distance. Janet whispered ever so softly, “I think she is ready.” Nancy was beyond herself. Janet was pushing just a trifle harder every time, what must have been a huge strap-on entering her ever so slowly and yet relentless in its forward movement. It seemed like hours passed, every fraction of an inch of that massive strap-on making its inexorable entry. Nancy did not know when or how but she sensed that she was now wildly dilated, that that wonderful object of womanly love was already way passed the gates of her virginity, making its inexorable passage into the very depths of her existence. Her clit was dancing with wild joy, throbbing savagely. Nancy was perhaps having a continuous orgasm: she had never before felt like this so she had no way of expressing to herself what was happening to her or what was being done to her!
