Wanda Catron woke up that Saturday morning thinking she was still dreaming. In her dream, her pussy was being filled by a cock, again and again and again. A confirmed lesbian, Wanda had no idea why she was having that dream.
As she became more aware, she felt a weight on her body, and her legs wide apart. And to her total surprise, what felt like a cock was indeed ramming into her pussy.
She flung her eyes open in fear, then relaxed. She saw her Mistress, Anne Franklin, towering over her on the bed. She had put on her strap-on, and was waking up Wanda with a good fucking.
Her fears gone, Wanda reached up, grabbed Anne's shoulders, and enjoyed the ride. The phallus filled her again and again, and Wanda wondered how long Anne had been fucking her. She reached down, wrapping one hand around Anne's strap-on, and felt how wet the cock was. Wanda also noted with joy her high state of arousal. Her hips lifted off the bed, and started meeting Anne's frantic thrusts, as the girl drove herself against the strap-on cock as her Mistress drove the cock into her.
Wanda's excitement grew and grew. She knew she would cum soon, and started preparing her mind for it. Each orgasm with Anne was special, especially now that Wanda had given herself to Anne as her slave. She wanted to please Anne, like she had last night with the show at the strip club.
Wanda was just about to cum when suddenly Anne pulled the cock out of Wanda's pussy and lifted off the girl. Wanda, confused, reached her hands between her legs, preparing to masturbate to alleviate the enormous pressure that had built up.
To her amazement, Anne said "No! Stop!!"
Wanda froze, her fingers inches from her throbbing clit.
"You will start learning a new rule today, my pet," Anne hissed. "All your orgasms are gifts from me, and you will only cum when I allow you to. At the start of this lesson, you will not cum until I tell you to cum. No matter how worked up you get, and believe me, pet, you WILL get worked up today, you will not cum. Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," Wanda replied through clenched teeth. The need to cum was overwhelming, but Wanda held it in.
"Go get me breakfast, pet," Anne ordered. "Pancakes and sausage will be a good meal to start the day."
"At once, Mistress," Wanda said, and she scampered, nude, into the kitchen.
The cooking of the meal took only minutes. Wanda made two plates, put them on a tray, and carried them carefully into the bedroom. In addition to the food, Wanda had added coffee and orange juice. Anne watched her approach with a quizzical look on her face.
"Pet," she said, "Do you wish your Mistress to be fat?"
"Oh, no, Mistress," Wanda cried. "Why would you think that?"
"You brought me two full plates of food, pet. Why?"
"One is for me, Mistress."
"Did I give you permission to eat?"
Shocked, Wanda stammered, "No, Mistress."
"Follow me, pet," Anne said. She got off the bed and headed down the hall, the strap-on dangling between her legs. Wanda, still carrying the breakfast tray, followed.
At the end of the hall, Anne unlocked the door Wanda had been through once before. Anne turned on the lights and descended down the stairs, Wanda close behind. At the bottom of the stairs, they went through a second door into the basement playroom, a room filled with all sorts of devices for sexual pleasure or, as Wanda was to learn, punishment.
"Place the tray on the bed, my pet," Anne said. Wanda hurriedly obeyed her Mistress.
"Now, lean way over that pommel horse," Anne ordered. Wanda did so, and Anne went around and locked Wanda's wrists to the floor, using chains attached to a bolt in the cement floor and leather cuffs on the other end of the chain. She went around and did the same to Wanda's feet.
Wanda tested the restraints, and found she could barely move. She wondered what Anne was about to do. Anne walked to the wall and selected a long paddle. The handle was 12 inches and an inch thick. The head of the paddle was 24 inches long and three inches wide the entire surface. Little air holes were cut into the wood at various points.
"Slave," Anne said in a stern tone, "You will do what you are told, and nothing more. When I tell you to get me breakfast, you get breakfast for only me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Mistress," Wanda stammered.
"You will learn, and this paddle will be the teacher," Anne said. With that, she swung the paddle with all her might, and a resounding "SMACK" echoed off the basement walls. Wanda cried in pain as the paddle slammed into her butt, making a large red welt. Anne swung again, and the pain increased for Wanda.
Tears started flowing from her eyes, and all Wanda could say was "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," in a little whimpering voice choking with tears.
The paddle flew into Wanda's butt two more times, then Anne stopped. "What is the lesson to be learned, girl?" Anne said.
"I will follow orders exactly, Mistress," Wanda said through her sobs.
Then the teen got a different shock. Anne had plunged the strap-on into her pussy with no warning, driving it to the hilt. Wanda sucked in her breath as her pussy was initially violated, then relaxed as Anne started a steady stroking rhythm into her. Wanda moaned, more from pleasure now than pain.