Sarahs Sense Of Scents Ch 06

As with each chapter of this series, I want to give a special thank you to my muse, my inspiration, my co-collaborator, Aruna! She is the source of the spark (and the special twist) This will be a series, and hopefully the moderators help me get that set up right.

There are various elements to this: Fetish, Lesbian, Erotic Couplings, a little BDSM, etc., however I think unquestionably it is first and foremost a Fetish story. I hope you enjoy, and I welcome constructive criticism.

Chapter 6

I must have died somewhere in my sleep.

There can't be any other plausible explanation for how I felt at that moment.

Generally speaking, unless it's for a work day or to go on a vacation, I'm not one of those "spring up out of bed" kind of people. I wake up in stages, senses coming online like it's a 70's computer bank. Hearing? Check. Smell? Check. Taste? (Normally not all that pleasant first thing) Check. Touch? Well, judging from the delicious feel of a tongue caressing my VERY responsive clit-

Huh? My eyes shoot open, force-starting my fifth sense, and I immediately look down my body, where I find a head of long, silky black hair where Kareena is worshipping between my legs. She must have felt the shock run through me and sensed I'd woken.

She peeked up at me, her eyes smiling. "Good morning, Pet. I hope you don't mind; I woke up hungry, so I thought I'd go ahead and have my favorite breakfast." With that, she gave me another long, loving lick, the full length of her tongue passing slowly, wetly over my swollen bud.

The hoarse moan, tremoring up from deep within me, was all the assent she needed, and all she'd get. I lay my head back against the pillow, closing my eyes again, though slumber was nowhere near my list of intentions. As she pleased me hungrily with lips, tongue and a couple of fingers, images and sensual memories came back to me...

...joining Kareena in their cavernous walk-in shower, soaping and caressing each other...sitting on the built-in bench, my tongue buried in her silky slit, a seemingly endless supply of hot water still washing over us...

...P joining us, both of us washing his body like the servant girls we truly were, paying attention to his still swollen though not fully erect cock and balls...discovering Kareena's long finger sliding gently in and out of his tight sphincter while I mouthed his balls...

...the sound of Kareena's whimper, swallowed partially in my wet kiss, and the mixture of anguish and pleasure in her eyes as her husband took her anally while she bent over that same bench...the echo of his roar as he eventually came deep inside her clutching rear...while her tight pussy sought to crush my fingers inside her...

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I also remembered Kareena taking my phone away from me afterwards, when I finally thought to text Matt and let him know I wouldn't be home. I'd struggled with a fit of guilt after the shower venture.

"No, Sarah," she said with a little gentle force in her voice, taking the phone and throwing it aside on a chair beside their king-size bed. "Trust me on this. Let him stew. He needs to know you are stronger than he is. He needs to get used to his place. He's a beta...a servant."

"Like...like me...?" I asked. My world had been turned upside down and spun on its head in the last several hours. My question was genuine, but I really had no fear, just wonder. Nothing had felt anything but right in all of this, and while I sought clarity on this, somehow, I knew understanding wasn't necessarily a requirement for enjoyment.

My new mentor smiled at me, came to me and embraced me. "No, not like you. You, my little Pet, are not a beta; not like that. You are a sub, a submissive. But submissives have strength. In some ways, in many ways, subs have ALL the strength. They choose to lay down control. Nobody takes it from them; they give it to someone."

She continued to explain. "If P had tried to force himself on you, would you have let him?"

"No," I replied instantly.

"If he told you that you had to suck his cock to get your promotion, how would you have responded?"she asked.

"I'd have probably had him pull it out," I replied, then smiled. "So I could BITE him!" We both laughed. "No, I've walked away from jobs before because of pigs, I'd have done the same here," I added.

"Sarah, to tell you the truth, that's the reason we didn't approach you about...all of this..." she swept her hand towards the bed, then squeezed my butt with the other, "and this...was because we wanted to make sure of your strength first. If you'd been weak, if you'd been foolish or flighty, we would never have acted on our...desires."

She kissed me lightly. "Part, a big part, of what drew both of us to you is your strength. We both sensed you had a submissive side, but many people are submissive because they are weak. Your boy Matt, he is weak. He knows he is out of his league; trust me," and somehow I did, even though she'd never even spoken to him, I knew she had him pegged correctly. "Boys like that," she went on, turning us both towards the bed, "are a dime a dozen. They will probably never become men; not men like my, like our Pankaj. Oh, they will grow up, and they may grow some balls, but they will always labor from a point of weakness and insecurity."

It seemed almost surreal to be having this deep discussion while standing stark naked with this beautiful woman, my boss, my "sister" in service to her husband. And, I recalled as she pushed me back on the bed, then climbed over top of me, smiling. She perched on top of me, her bottom on my hips, her hands holding mine down on either side of my head. She smiled down at me as she carried on.

"So the best thing you can do, both for you and for him, is to assert your control, your dominance. He wants you to call him, tell him where you are, what you're doing...because that would help him maintain this false sense of security, of, really, control. A control he does not have. A control he will never have, unless you give it to him. And you will never give it to him," she explained, "because, inside, you know he does not deserve it. If he deserved it, you would have sensed it, and given it to him."

She bent down and kissed me, slowly, gently. "Just as you did to us."

She then rose up again, scooting forward on her knees. It took some shuffling, and me sliding my arms under her legs, but soon I found myself looking straight up into her pussy, her thighs just above her knees on either side of my face. I lifted my head slightly to swipe my tongue along her slit, and she slid a folded pillow beneath my head.

My face was now pressed against her sex, which smelled faintly of the body wash we'd finally got around to using in the shower. I mused for just a moment that, as pleasant as this was, I preferred my mistress's pussy in a more natural state. Then I lost myself in pleasing her, starting very gently due to some tenderness from all of the evening's activities.

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None of these recollections were as clear that morning as they are as I write them here. No, at the time, they were a jumble, mixed visions and snippets of sights and sounds and feelings. Sleep had barely taken me captive, it seemed when I was mounted by P, who simply pulled my legs apart and up and slid into me. I say slid, but in spite of plenty of lubrication, his girth and length were still much more than I was used to accommodating.

"AH! OH! SSLLowww, please..." I pleaded. The only light came from a nightlight in the bathroom, but I could see his broad smile. HE did take it slow, but he persistently pushed nonetheless. Soon he was bottomed out in me, and I lay there, panting, willing myself to relax.

"Relax, my little Pet," he breathed softly in my ear. "Relax and make a place for me. Soon it will be easier, you'll fit me like a glove. Just relax and breathe..." he instructed me, his voice calming even as I began to feel his pulse throbbing rhythmically inside me.

My eyes opened wide at that. I'd never felt that before, not even with Marco; certainly not with Matt. It was a bit awe-inspiring, to be honest. I felt connected to him.

He smiled down at me in the dark. "See, Pet? You feel my heart eating, don't you? You'll see. In time, your heart will beat in tune with mine." A moment later, P began to pump in and out of me slowly, and I began to moan lowly with each inward thrust, whimpering lightly as he withdrew.

I couldn't be sure, but it did indeed feel as if my pulse aligned with his, or at least with the rhythm of his drilling in and out of my pussy, which made slick slurping sounds as my desire grew. He might never be my husband, but at this moment, he was unquestionably my mate, or rather I was his selected mate.

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"Oh, GOD, Kareena! You're, oh my god, you're...that's so...oh, fuck... No! Don't stop!" Kareena had lifted her face from my sex for a moment, and she surprised me when she turned and nipped hard with her teeth at the inside of my right thigh.

"That's Mistress to you, Pet. Remember, when it's just us, you're my Pet!" she chided me, though her smile belied her stern tone.

"Y-yes, Mistresssss..." I trailed off as she resumed her licking. "Mistress...please...please...I'm so close... plea-OH! OH YES! YES! YESSSS!!!" I exploded as she locked her lips around my tortured clit and sucked it in, battering it with the tip of her tongue just enough that I saw stars.

After I exploded, she slowly trailed off her attention, weaning me gently off of the ecstasy she had brought me. She lapped slowly at what seemed to be a copious flow of my juices, which was surprising considering just how many times I had been brought to orgasm the night before.

Slowly, she climbed up over me again, trailing kisses along the way, visiting my navel, both breasts, my tingling nipples, my neck and finally my ear before kissing me deeply on the mouth.

"So...how are you feeling about all of this?" she asked, sliding slightly off to my side. The darker fingers of her right hand draped across my breast on that side, lazily stroking around my aureola.

"Oh, God, are you, are you serious?" I asked, incredulous that she needed to ask. "My God, Kar-, Mistress, I've never, ever had a night like this. Hell, I've never had this much pleasure in a month, much less a night!" I was practically gushing.

"Well, I'm glad to hear it. You know," her face turned serious, "this was a big stretch for P and I. We talked about it for a long time. We knew we stood to lose a lot if we pushed you away. Your value as an employee, well, more than that, as a key member of our team here, almost kept us from approaching you. We really do value you, you know."

"Thank you. I love working for you, for both of you. And I promise," I offered quickly, "this doesn't change any of that. Work is work, this is...this," I promised, though I realized as I said it that I wasn't exactly sure what "this" really was. Nonetheless, I felt confident that I, that we, could work out the right balances. I sure hoped so, because I'd really enjoyed what it had become.

"Oh, we have confidence in that, my dear," Kareena smiled, lightly pinching my nipple as she spoke. "Otherwise, we wouldn't be here right now." She pulled on my nipple a bit, stretching it outward just slightly, enough to stir my erotic senses.

"So, to change the subject just a bit," she began, smiling, "have you thought about what you're going to tell Matt? Are you going to go home and beg forgiveness for not answering his calls or texts? Have you thought up a good lie to tell him? Or are you going to walk in and tell him to just suck it up and be glad he has the honor of being in your presence?" she said, teasing me.

"Mmm..." her fingers on my little pebble were distracting me. "Probably a little bit of both," I confessed. "I haven't really thought it through; I've been a bit...distracted..." I teased back as I reached for her breast, with the beautiful dark nipple protruding out, begging for my touch, my tongue. "I suppose it will be a compromise of sorts. I figure I will tell him my phone died, but I didn't realize it. By the time I knew it, it was late and I knew I wasn't going to drive home after drinking."

"But beyond that, I have been thinking about what you said. He IS weak, Kareena. And I suspect that if I came home and said I'd spent the night getting wildly fucked by my bosses, he'd whine, probably cry, but...I don't think he'd actually have the guts to ditch me. Eventually, I'd placate him-I know how I am, and I'd just get tired of his whining-and then he'd assume everything was fine."

"So are you going to tell him...everything?" my Mistress asked, testing me.

"No...I won't. Only because I don't want to actually hurt him. That's just who I am. I mean, it's not like he's done something wrong. It's more that, I don't know, I guess I just haven't seen him the way I do now. That's not his fault; it's not a matter of fault at all. That's who he is, just as this..." I searched for the words

"Submissiveness?" Kareena offered.

"Yes, this submissiveness, this sub part of me; I realize now - thanks to you and P - that this is who I am. There's no reason to be mean to him for that."

"And if he asks?" she probed. "What then?"

"Well..." I thought for a moment. "If he asks, if he's perceptive enough to realize that there is something different, then..." I weighed my words, because they would be my path forward once I spoke them. "Then...I won't lie to him. I will explain to him that I have come to realize who I am, sexually, and what I want. What I need," I clarified. "And then he will have to come to terms with that."

"How do you think he would take that?" Kareena asked, though her smile told me she was only interested for the amusement aspect of it.

I laughed. "Oh, he'd be pissed. He'd call me a slut, call me a whore, probably, then two minutes later he'd be begging me to stay with him, that he'd do whatever I wanted in bed, and in some ways he'd mean it. But..."

"But...?" she prodded me.

I looked at her, looked at this incredible goddess who, with her studly sex god of a husband, had rocked my entire world in just 24 hours.

"But, the truth is, he can't be who or what I need, because it's not who he is. He won't be able to get that, but that's the truth. That's what you were telling me, isn't it?"

She smiled, illuminating my whole world. "No, I wasn't telling you, I was helping you find that out. That's not something people can tell you; you have to come to that conclusion yourself." She paused, the smile dimming just a little bit. "So...what are you going to do about Mr. Ho-Hum?"

I thought about that for a moment. "Well, I think...I think I'm not going to do anything." The realization was suddenly liberating, empowering. "I mean, I am who I am. And he is who he is. I'm just going to be me. Eventually, he'll figure out something is different. He's not the sharpest spoon in the drawer, but even he will see it. And then I won't lie. I'll just explain how things are. How he takes it, how he chooses to respond; that's on him. He can either adjust and stay in my life, or not. Either way, I'm not changing who I am just to make his fragile ego feel safe."

Kareena squealed a little and pulled at me, rolling me towards her, and kissed me. "That's my girl! Oh, baby; you're going to be such an awesome Pet! You'll have him eating out of your hand! Or," her smile turned a little mischievous, "maybe you'll have him eating something..." her hand stroked along my wet slit, "out of some place else..."

It was another hour before I got to head home.