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.
Wanda grew closer to orgasm, enjoying the feel of the strap-on inside her. Then, just before Wanda went over the emotional edge, Anne pulled the dildo out, walked to the bed, and calmly ate her breakfast.
After breakfast, Anne chose a large vibrating dildo. She shoved it into Wanda and turned the vibe to "High." As it purred inside Wanda's body, driving the teen crazy with lust, Anne moved to Wanda's face, and started feeding the teen the breakfast Wanda had made for herself.
Wanda ate absent-mindedly, her mind not on the food, but the vibrator inside her. She thought about the night before, and her public nakedness, followed by her public sex with Anne. She drew ever closer to orgasm.
She would have cum, but Anne gently whispered "No orgasm, pet," at just the right moment.
To drive the thought of the orgasm from her mind, Wanda let her mind drift to the note slipped her last night by one of the dancers. Amber, who danced last night as "Red," had stated in the note she wanted Wanda. She had even given Wanda her phone number. Wanda decided that, whenever she got a free minute, she would call Amber.
But Wanda did not have a chance that Saturday. Her entire day was spent in the basement, learning her role as a slave. Whenever she made a mistake, she would get strapped to the pommel horse, spanked, then driven to the edge of orgasm by Anne.
Wanda was taught how to properly kneel. Anne's idea of kneeling was for Wanda to get on her haunches, put both her hands in her inner thighs, spread her legs open, then bow her upper body to the floor. From this position, Anne could see Wanda's open pussy lips peeking out from underneath Wanda.
Wanda learned how to properly feed her Mistress. This lesson was punctuated with many spankings. Wanda, in Anne's opinion, made so many mistakes that Anne stopped strapping Wanda to the pommel horse. She would have Wanda kneel properly, and the paddle was applied right then. Wanda finished that lesson with tears in her eyes, pain in her ass, and longing in her pussy.
After lunch, Wanda was taught how and where to walk when with Anne. Wanda's place was one step to the right and two steps behind. When she walked, Wanda was taught to use an exaggerated hip swing, to entice those that may (and would) be watching her. Wanda was told that others would desire her, but only Anne and those Anne selected could have her.
Between lessons, Anne filled Wanda's pussy, using her own fingers, or her vibrators, or her strap-on. Over and over, Anne fucked Wanda. Over and over, Anne told Wanda not to cum.
The worst sex session came close to 3 pm. Anne had Wanda lie on her back the bed, and the older woman lowered her body over the teenager. The two women proceeded to eat each other's pussy.
Wanda loved eating pussy, going back to her first attempt years ago with Betty Grant. Wanda knew that the taste of another woman's cum juices could make Wanda cum. Anne knew this too, and was using the session, not only to give Anne a well-deserved orgasm, but to continue to torture Wanda.
Anne started cumming almost as soon as Wanda started licking the teacher's pussy. Anne squealed in delight into Wanda's pussy, and gushed juices onto Wanda's tongue. The teen drank from her Mistress deeply, and felt the need to orgasm even more acutely. Wanda tried to move her pussy from Anne's mouth, but each time she moved, Anne followed. Wanda fought and fought against her own orgasm, tears flowing freely down her face. Wanda needed to cum, yet was continually denied.
By six that evening, Wanda was a tight bundle of nerves. Never before had she denied herself orgasm for so long. She needed to cum, desperately. But she could not speak to Anne about that, because she was not to speak unless spoken to first.
Finally, an idea crossed her mind. Anne was lounging in a large rocking chair, one leg draped over the arm, watching a lesbian porno movie. Wanda crawled to Anne's feet and curled up on the floor. Anne looked down on her slave approvingly.
As the movie progressed, Wanda turned her head and laid it on Anne's leg. Anne responded with soft caresses of Wanda's hair. Wanda in turn responded with a series of kisses to Anne's upper thigh. Wanda turned around to kiss Anne higher, closer to her Mistress' pussy. Anne moaned in joy as Wanda's tongue flicked past Anne's pussy lips. She looked down, to see Wanda looking up at her, and as their eyes met, Wanda's look showed she wanted to go further. Anne nodded, then returned to watching the movie.