This is my fantasy. To possess. To own. To be Frederica.
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations.
Prologue
My pangs of sexual hunger caused me to issue a low pitched growl of unabated lust.
My sub knelt on the bed with her hands behind her stretching her ass cheeks apart until her skin strained. Her thighs were almost imperceptivity shaking in anticipation. Her ragged breathing betrayed her darkest desire to feel my tongue making love to her back passage.
I paused. I wanted to burn this image indelibly into my mind. Her hands pulling apart her soft rounded ass cheeks, exposing even softer flesh and a pucker that was slightly open. The darker skin of her anus in sharp contrast to the lily white skin of her bottom. The tuft of pubic hair just visible underneath her, the ends glowing with the light of the room being caught by her droplets of dew.
I put my hands on the front of her thighs. She shuddered in reaction to my touch. I pulled my face closer, but not yet touching her, allowing her to feel my hot breath so close to her sex. She pushed her ass towards me, no doubt hoping to feel the wetness of my tongue. I wanted to wring every ounce of desire out of her, waiting for her inevitable plea. I didn't wait long.
"Please Mistress, please," she whispered.
"Not yet my sweet pet." My legs were now trembling as well, as we both knew our release was within my power to grant.
I used one of my hands to give a feather light stroke across her moist sex, drawing a long sigh from her. I waited again. As each second ticked by her want became palpable.
"More please Mistress."
"Patience my greedy little slut."
"I beg of you ..." Her whimpering plea was accompanied by a gyration of her hips, hoping to find my fingers or my tongue.
I wanted to draw it out even further but I was overcome by my own unsatiated desires. I returned both hands to the front of her thighs and pulled by face close to her anus, swabbing it lightly with the flat of my tongue. Her rosebud clenched against my tongue. Her reaction set off a wildfire within me. I wanted to possess her, body and soul.
Faint sobs came from her. "Mistress, the feelings I'm experiencing are beyond anything I could have imagined."
I pulled away from her to reply. "Confess everything my pet." I curled my tongue and pushed it into her, feeling the smooth walls of her back channel. I moved the tip of my tongue, massaging the tight muscle, and used my hand to again rub her distended pearl, now slippery with her want. For me, there was no greater submission than her willingness to offer her ass for our mutual pleasure. She belonged to me, and me alone. I was marking my territory with my tongue.
"I love you Mistress," she said with complete conviction.
Her confession stoked me further. I rotated my tongue inside her and was now rubbing her pussy with the flat of my hand. The smell of her sex was overwhelming and seductive.
"Oh my ... " She sharply inhaled. The familiar twitch of her body presaged her release.
I pulled back again. "Not yet my pet."
I drew one hand to my own needy sex. I coated my fingers with my slippery discharge and felt the electric shock from my own touch. I was spiraling upwards. I momentarily lost focus as a ripple of pleasure emanated from my dripping cunt.
My sub was crestfallen. "No, no Mistress. Please don't stop."
Her plea pulled me back to reality. I wanted to taste her again, dipping my tongue into her well of depravity. The slightly sweet tang of her essence fueled my craving to possess her. She started to shake.
"Now," I commanded.
Her hands grasped the back of my head. She pushed back against me so firmly my nose and mouth were enveloped with her pillowy ass cheeks, causing me to take one last sip of air before I was completely smothered. Her body was no longer hers to control. My tongue controlled it. I pushed farther into her. My hand was a blur as I moved it back and forth against her sex, throwing droplets of moisture against her thighs. I took my hand away from my pussy and gripped one of the nipples on her pendulous breasts. She thrashed about, as if demonically possessed, as she spewed an incoherent babble.
I waited for the waves of pleasure to wash over her until her body stilled.
I turned over on my back and pulled my knees to my chest, exposing all of my charms.
"Pleasure me my pet. Show me how much you love me."
Chapter One
Frederica was my given name. I was second generation in the United States, the third child of a German couple. Frederica was the name of my grandmother on my father's side, and meant "peaceful ruler," the feminized version of Frederick. Little did they know that the name was apt for what I was to become.
I was an "early bloomer," as they say, growing up in suburban Maryland. At age 13 I was already wearing a "C" cup and by 18 I was a "DD." I picked up my third "D" when I picked up 10 pounds. That old saying "there are only two things certain in this world" was made in error. There are actually three things certain in the world. There's death, taxes, and teenage boys chasing girls with big tits. I was getting stares from boys and men before I could even comprehend their almost singular compulsion. But I'm a quick learner, and by age 16 I was manipulating my sexuality into dinners, movies and rides in fancy sports cars. I had a collection of cashmere sweaters in both medium and large. I knew if I wore the medium I would get double the number of stares from horny men (actually thinking about it "horny men" is redundant. All men are horny all the time).
It wasn't until college where my sexuality was unleashed. I went through the men like a buzzsaw, sometimes with 3 or 4 men in a week. All of them wanted their face between my tits and I accommodated as many as I could. I not only had sex with students but also with faculty and members of the administration. I was strictly heterosexual and in complete control of my relationships, that is until that fateful day in the dead of winter when I ran into Josie at a class mixer.
I was standing in a large auditorium with drink in hand, sweeping my eyes across the vast floor to see who was there (and how they were dressed).
"Not much here, is there?" It was a female voice.
The question startled me as I hadn't heard her come up behind me. I turned to face her.
I confirmed her observation. "Not that I can see as well."
"Well then, maybe we should get out of here."
I was startled again by this bold proposition. For starters I had never been with a woman. I studied her. A sultry blonde with long shapely legs. Probably in her early 30's. Blue eyes of course. A bright red party dress showing plenty of cleavage and leg and high heels that made her at least six inches taller than me. Plenty of spunk. I like spunk and respected her for it (and guys, I meant spirit, not cum). I was into experimentation, so words came out of my mouth without much mental processing. "Let's go to my place."
