The following is a collaborative effort between me and (our star) Becky, with a smattering of creative input from my insatiable coworker, Rachel. And yes, like all my stories that have cum before, the following account of an evening when Becky got exactly what she had asked for; is true. We hope you enjoy it.
Twilight had fallen when Becky turned into the driveway of the converted carriage house. Her palms were sweating, and her heart was pounding. There was still time to back out. She knew that. Intellectually speaking. In fact, if her sensible side could somehow manage to win out, that's exactly what she would do. But too much was at stake, and had been from the moment she'd received the cryptic email offering to fulfill her little-shared fantasy. She screwed her courage, opened the car door and stepped out.
* * * * *
A gust of cold, December air caressed Becky's stocking clad legs and crept under her very-short navy skirt and chilled her naked pussy. Another gust brought her thick nipples to full attention, causing them to press almost painfully against her white silk blouse. Before yet another gust could strike, she hurried across the cobblestones to the dimly lit front door. Her breasts bounced wildly, and her stiletto heels threw an extra shimmy to her walk. She stepped onto the porch and reached for the ancient, iron knocker. Unexpectedly, the door swung open.
"Rebecca Chase?"
The woman who answered looked to be around thirty. She was a little taller than Becky, with dark, piercing eyes, and long black hair.
"Yes. Mistress Deanna?" Becky replied.
Deanna smiled, and raised an eyebrow. "Open your blouse." she said.
"Pardon?!"
"Don't make me tell you twice."
Deanna's tone was soft and soothing, yet threatening. Not wishing to anger, Becky hurriedly undid the buttons and allowed her more-than-ample breasts to tumble free.
"Now remove it."
As if her free will had suddenly been taken from her, Becky did as instructed. She then stood perfectly still, naked from the waist up, as Mistress Deanna gave her a visual inspection.
"Turn around."
The cold, wintery air stung Becky's breasts and thick middle. Slowly, she turned, until she was facing the street. "Stop!" Deanna commanded.
A minute. Two. Three, passed. Becky shivered in the icy cold air.
Another minute. Two. A car drove slowly down the street. Becky's heart pounded with fear.
"You may put your blouse back on, little one." Deanna said, "Then cum inside."
Becky watched the taillights disappear around the corner, then slowly put her blouse back on and fastened the buttons. Her fingers (and other parts) were freezing. A sense of embarrassment/ disbelief washed over her. Had she actually, without question, taken her blouse off at the behest of a total stranger? While standing outside? In the wintertime? Where anyone could see?
"Hurry up, little one!"
Another gust of cold air snuck under Becky's skirt and cooled her extremely hot pussy. She quickly tucked in her blouse, and turned. Deanna was nowhere in sight.
"Mistress?" she said almost at a whisper.
"Don't keep me waiting, little one."
Becky stepped inside and closed the heavy oak door behind her. The sound of a crackling fire caught her attention.
"In here little one."
Becky turned to her left and entered the dimly lit room. At the far end, Deanna stood near the fireplace warming her hands. For the first time, Becky was able to study her Mistress. As noted earlier, she was a little taller than Becky, with dark, piercing eyes, and long black hair. Moving on, her breasts appeared to be somewhat smallish. A deception, perhaps, as the white man's shirt she wore did little to emphasize them. Her waist and hips were trim, and set off nicely by her short, though not too short, black, leather skirt. Her legs were long, and accentuated by her navy pumps.
"Little one." Deanna began, "Your mere presence here tells me you are accepting of the terms I set down. Your eagerness to flaunt your boobies as you did tells me the straight-laced persona you present is a lie."
"Mistress, I was not eager to flaunt my . . . boobies. I . . ."
"Silence little one! I did not ask you to speak!"
"I'm sorry Mistress, but I . . ."
"Take off your skirt! Masturbate for me!"
Becky panicked, stunned by the command.
"Do it! Now! Do it, or get in your car and leave! You told anyone who would listen that you wanted to see what it would be like to submit to the whims of another woman for a time, so do it!"
Becky slowly reached for the zipper and began to ease it down.
"A true slave would never speak without permission," Deanna lectured, "nor would she attempt to contradict her mistress for fear of the punishment to cum. Since tonight is but a game you wanted to play, I will not exact what you would otherwise have coming; but if you fail to 'follow the rules' one more time, the game is over. Understand; little one?"
"Yes Mistress."
"Good. Now take off your skirt and masturbate for me! But just before you're ready to cum, stop!"
Becky quickly finished removing her skirt, then used her tongue to liberally coat the fingers of her right hand. She closed her eyes tightly, and with her left hand, began rubbing her breasts through the silk of her blouse. As she did, she could feel Deanna's scrutinizing stare. Not wishing to disappoint, she dipped her lubricated fingers inside her aching dryness and began to stroke, and pleasure herself.
"Faster!" Deanna commanded, "Frig that clit of yours! Make it beg for mercy!"
"Yes Mistress."
"Faster! Faster!"
"Yes . . . yes Mistress."
Obediently, Becky set a very frantic pace. To her surprise, it wasn't long before she could feel her climax nearing. Her throaty moans gave her away. "Are you nearing the edge, little one?"
"Yes Mistress. I am."
"Then stop!"
As if an invisible pair of powerful hands yanked hers away, Becky abruptly removed her pleasure-giving touch. Slowly, she forced her eyes open.
"Very good little one. Now cum here."
Her head swimming, Becky stepped out of her skirt and walked over to Deanna. She stood as demurely as she could with her legs together. Deanna reached down and caressed Becky's nicely-shaved pubes. The touch gave Becky a start. "Widen your stance. I want to see how wet you are in there."
A moment's hesitation by Becky. "Little one?" Becky's face, then shoulders, breasts and so forth flushed with embarrassment. She looked away, then shifted her weight from side to side until her feet were about eighteen inches apart. Deanna's touch entered and explored, then departed.
Becky continued to look away.
The exaggerated sound of Deanna licking the sweet taste from her fingers caught Becky's attention. She wanted to focus on her Mistress and relish the sight, but couldn't find the courage to do so.
"Unbutton your blouse." Deanna whispered.
Without hesitation, Becky did as instructed. When the last button came undone, Deanna's feminine touch drifted over Becky's breasts, exposing them fully, and sending their silk cover to the floor. Deanna smiled, then moved to the near corner of the room and pulled a satin bed sheet from a cheval mirror.
"Cum here, little one."
Naked, save her stockings and heels, Becky walked over to her Mistress and stood in front of the mirror.
"Tell me what you see." Deanna said softly.
Becky stared at her nude self: unsure how to reply. She thought for a long while, then decided to convey her true feelings about herself. "Mistress," she began, "I see a woman that is nearing fifty-five years of age. She is five foot six inches tall. Her hair is blonde. Curly. Much longer than she would like, but not as long as her lover wants. Her weight . . . is one hundred eighty-five pounds."
"Go on."
"Her; boobies; are rather large, and only droop a little. Her areolas are a nice shade of pale pink, somewhat over-sized, and her nipples . . ." Becky stared at her very stiff buds, ". . . are obscenely long and thick."
"Do you know what I see?" Deanna asked.
"No Mistress."
"I see a woman whose body is mine to command. A woman whose need for orgasm is great. A woman, who will do anything I ask to achieve it. Do you agree?"
"Yes Mistress."
Deanna left Becky to contemplate the reflection before her, walked over to an overstuffed chair that was near the fire and sat down,. "I understand that the first time you had anal sex, a woman gave you the enemas to; get you ready. Is that true?" Deanna said.
