A lesson in submission and respect.
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Other Mistress and Charlotte stories for your enjoyment
Girl Friday
Kitten With Benefits
Maid's Day Off
A Beautiful Night
Charlotte's Opening Day
Best Laid Plans
Charlotte's Secret Recipe
Charlotte's Jazzy Halloween
Tina's Plea Bargain
The Third Wheel
Charlotte's Summer Vacation
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Author's Note
The events and characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
As with all Mistress and Charlotte tales, this story contains aspects of dominance and submission. Still, it is safe, sane, and consensual as well as kind and loving. As usual, if this type of activity is not your thing, you may want to skip this story and find something else to read.
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Prologue
Dear Friends,
I hope you have had the chance to read about the wonderful time Charlotte and I had vacationing in Baja. While we were there, we met a wonderful young woman named Juliet and things got, well, let's just say things got fun. If this is all news to you, and you've never heard of Juliet, then you should definitely read our story called The Third Wheel (Mistress and Charlotte Find a Friend) and Charlotte's Summer Vacation (The story of how two became three) to get caught up.
Originally, we hadn't planned on staying in contact, but one thing led to another and now here we are with Juliet spending the summer with us. That was mostly my idea. Ever since graduation, Charlotte has been struggling to find satisfying work as a musician. And Juliet, an accomplished drummer with plenty of contacts in the music business, has agreed to mentor Charlotte. Actually, they said they were going to mentor each other. Just what Charlotte is mentoring Juliet in, I can only guess.
Love and Hugs,
Mistress Natasha
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Introduction
Juliet
"Back straighter. Chin up. Good. When you're kneeling, remember to keep your knees shoulder-width apart." Charlotte tapped the inside of my knee with the wicked-looking black leather riding crop until I adjusted. "And stick those tits out, Juliet. They're very beautiful, and Mistress will want to see them."
I felt my cheeks flushing. I'd never heard anyone refer to my chest as beautiful. Small, yes -- or perhaps perky, if they were being generous -- but never beautiful. It was nice. I arched my back, and pushed my breasts out on display. "Thanks," I said.
Whack!
"Ow," I cried, as I watched the pink spreading on my thigh. "What the hell was that for?"
"Juliet. Darling. Did you forget so quickly?" Charlotte paced a slow circle, dragging the crop over my shoulders as she gazed down upon me. "How are you to address me during training?"
"As Miss Charlotte." I hung my head and slumped forward a little. Stupid mistake.
"See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Charlotte placed her finger under my chin and lifted my gaze to hers. I stole a quick glance at her and then let my eyes drop to the floor.
"No, Miss Charlotte."
"You're a good girl, Juliet. And I'm sorry we have to cram all this into just a few days, but we want to be ready when Mistress gets back from her business trip." Charlotte was caressing my cheek now. I leaned forward and nuzzled her thigh.
"Just relax," she said. "A little more practice on posture and presentation, then we'll take a break. Now, keep that back straight and stick those sexy tits out for me."
"Yes, Miss Charlotte." I smiled. "Thank you, Miss Charlotte."
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The Mistake
Charlotte
Poor Juliet was getting frustrated. I could tell by the little slips she was making -- forgetting how to address me, how to keep her thighs spread -- these were all things she'd mastered on the first day, but now they were giving her trouble.
"Do you think I'll ever be ready in time, Miss Charlotte?" Juliet asked, her head cradled in her arms as we sat together at the breakfast bar. Her long sun-bleached dreadlocks were held in check with a black scrunchy that matched the color of her cashmere robe.
I rubbed my hand over her back, trying to communicate some reassurance through the thick material under my fingers. "You'll be fine, darling. Just relax." I heard Juliet sigh as I got up and walked into the kitchen. "There's a little more smoothie left," I said. "You want it?"
"No thank you, Miss Charlotte."
I leaned over and kissed Juliet on the cheek. "You know, you can drop the Miss when we're not in training."
"I'd rather not, Miss Charlotte. Too easy for me to forget." She glanced down at the pink mark on her thigh that was peeking out from under her robe. "I've been forgetting a lot lately."
I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and planted another kiss on the top of her head. "You're a good girl, Juliet. Don't ever forget that."
Juliet lifted her head and smiled at me.
"After you put that in the dishwasher," I told her, "meet me in the living room. I have an idea I want to discuss with you."
"Yes, Miss Charlotte."
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Juliet was trying so hard. I think she was even more disappointed because this whole thing was her idea, and she wanted everything to be perfect. "What if you taught me how to serve Miss Natasha like you do?" she had asked me one day out of the blue. "Would that be OK? Do you think she'd like it?"
At first I was skeptical. I mean, this is my wife she was talking about. As much as I like Juliet, I felt kind of like she was trying to move in on my turf and I told her as much. She assured me that it was not her intention, and summed it up as worrying that her presence was driving a wedge between Mistress and me.
Juliet said that she thought there was some unspoken jealousy coming from Mistress. "Nothing overt," she told me, "just my intuition. Still I think there's something to it. If you could train me to be a proper submissive for her, maybe she would start to see me as something more than just your girlfriend."
I thought it sounded like a good idea, so here we were. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't get a little thrill from taking the dominant role for a little test drive.
I looked over at Juliet. She was kneeling on the Persian rug in the living room, patiently waiting for me with her palms resting on her thighs, just as I had taught her. I pealed myself off the leather sofa and walked in her direction. "Present yourself for me," I said.
Without hesitation, Juliet had her knees spread, and her hands behind her head with fingers laced together, exposing her lean body for me. I felt a little stirring down below, just from watching her do as I asked.
I can see why Mistress likes this.
"You really are a beautiful woman, Juliet." I reached down and gently rolled one perky pink nipple between my finger and thumb, and then the other, leaving Juliet stiff and crinkled. I shivered.
"If you say so, Miss Charlotte." She was smiling.
"I do say so, Juliet. Never forget that. And don't ever let anyone ever tell you differently."
"No, Miss Charlotte, I won't."
"Now, my beautiful girl, I have a task for you. I'm going to walk back to the couch and I want you to follow me on your hands and knees. Do you think you can do that?"
"Yes, Miss Charlotte."
"Good. Once I sit down, I'm going to spread my legs and let you entertain me with your tongue for a while. Would you like that?"
Juliet's face lit up. "Oh yes, Miss Charlotte, I'd like that a lot."
"I think I'll like it too. And if you do a really good job Juliet, and do exactly as I say, your next task will be to give yourself an orgasm while I watch. Mistress calls that reward-based training, and I'm really fond of it. How does it sound to you?"
"Sounds wonderful, Miss Charlotte."
"Good. Now crawl on over here and park your cute little face between my thighs."
"Yes, Miss Charlotte." Juliet was grinning from ear to ear as she crawled over, head down low and stalking like a jungle cat, with her lean drumming-enhanced muscles rippling as she moved. Once she reached me and sat back on her haunches, she made a great show of licking her lips.
I waggled my finger in a come hither gesture as I hoisted the hem of my floral print mini-skirt until it was pulled up to my tummy. I hadn't bothered with panties, so there was nothing between me and Juliet's waiting tongue. When I licked my finger and used it to tease myself apart, I swear I heard her purring.
"Juliet darling," I said, "before you dive in, I want you to think about something."
"Yes, Miss Charlotte?"
I offered her my finger to suck on before continuing, which she did with vigor. "Did you notice darling, that in the past twenty minutes, you never once forgot to address me as Miss Charlotte?" I saw the corners of her mouth begin to turn up. "See what happens when you relax and stop trying to think so much?"
She swirled her tongue around my finger one last time before letting it pop free. "Yes, Miss Charlotte," was her breathy reply. "Thank you, Miss Charlotte."
Looking Juliet in the eye, I smiled and tucked my hands behind my knees, lifting them to my chest. "Now, I want you to do this nice and slow, darling. Take me right up to the edge, but don't make me come until I say so. Think of it as an all-day lollipop, and make it last."
"Mmm. Yes, Miss Charlotte. Thank you, Miss Charlotte." Juliet made a great show of smacking her lips.
If there was one thing that Juliet didn't need any help with, it was eating pussy. The girl was a natural. And best of all, she enjoyed it -- it wasn't just another task I had given her -- she truly loved going down. And it was certainly no hardship for me to indulge her predilection.
"Mmm." I settled back into the couch cushions while Juliet went to work. She was taking her time, just like I had asked.
She began by dragging her tongue over the inside of my thighs -- first one side, then the other -- planting tiny kisses along the way, before she even started in. She once said it was the way she wished her ex would do it, but he never took the time to ask. Poor dumb bastard, he obviously never knew what he was missing.
I looked down upon Juliet's long, lean body between my legs and the profusion of sun-bleached dreadlocks trailing down the smooth tan skin of her back. She raised her eyes to me, as if silently asking my permission to start.
My god, that's hot.
I sucked in a breath and nibbled at my lip while I gave her a nod as an OK to dive in and go to work. I felt Juliet plant a quick little kiss on my pussy, as if she were introducing herself before getting too friendly.
I shivered. I don't know if it was from the kiss, or the way she was running her fingertips over the insides of my thighs in a caress that was almost, but not quite a tickle. I guess I didn't care, I just settled back and let the warm feelings wash over me.
As Juliet began outlining my folds with her tongue, I slid my hands over the thin fabric of my scoop-neck top, the only clothing I had on other than the mini that was hiked up. The feeling of my flesh hardening under my fingers only served to enhance the overall sensations as my trainee enthusiastically set to work.
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Mmm.
Juliet darling," I said. "How do I taste?"
