Mrs. Snodgrass
By Fantasizeandrealize
My name is Shelly, I am a twenty-four year old accountant, married to my college crush Blake, who is an engineer. We are both good looking and very open minded. I am also very submissive sexually and love it when Blake gets rough with me. When I was in high-school I had a lesbian fling with one of my best friends and it has never gotten out of my system. Blake knows about my lesbian attraction and teases me about it, when he has me tied up getting a good spanking. We often talk about finding another woman for me to have sex with. It turns both of us on.
We live in in the bottom floor of a duplex. Mrs. Snodgrass a widow in her mid-fifties, and lives above us. She is the manager of the Walmart Super Center on our side of the city. I never really talk to her because she just seems so condescending and smug. Blake on the other hand really likes her and sometimes he even hangs out with her for hours, on her upstairs porch and drinks beer with her. He tells me that she is very smart and that he learns a lot from her.
Mrs. Snodgrass has short grey hair, that matches her pale grey piercing eyes. She is about five-foot nine in height and stocky. She has the classic dyke look but is grudgingly sexy because she exudes a no-nonsense type of authority. She always makes me seem insignificant. It both humiliates me but impresses me too.
Blake knows of my love hate feelings towards Mrs. Snodgrass and sometimes, he teases me about them when we play our bondage games. Blake loves tying me up and using me how he sees fit. This usually involves a hard spanking and anal sex or a hard face fuck with me swallowing his load. I enjoy all of it.
One evening, when he had me chained, by the heavy leather collar around my neck, to the hook, that he installed on our bedroom ceiling, he asked me point blank if I would submit to Mrs. Snodgrass. I was so embarrassed, and could not cover my face with my hands, because they were cuffed behind my back, but I admitted to him that I would. He pinched my right nipple, through the fabric of the sundress I was wearing, very hard and asked me, if I was sure. I winced in the delicious pain and meekly replied yes, as I turned crimson.
"Well, then don't go anywhere." He half chuckled as he left me hanging by my neck, and walked out of the room.
As if I could actually go anywhere. I was left hanging there alone for about ten minutes. All sorts of thoughts raced through my mind, and my pussy was totally wet. Was he just teasing me as part of his games, or was he for real about me submitting to Mrs. Snodgrass? The idea really appealed to me, but I knew that I would burn with shame, having Blake seeing me submit to her.
Eventually Blake returned, followed by Mrs. Snodgrass! She looked all powerful in black stockings, a dark blue skirt and blazer jacket. She removed the blazer and put it on the bed along with her purse. She wore a white blouse underneath and I could faintly see the black lace of her bra, that held in her massive tits. She had some rolls, but she was not saggy at all, and her ass was round and firm.
I know that I was beet red in my shame and fear. Blake stood quietly by the door, and Mrs. Snodgrass walked around me a few times without saying anything. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode. Eventually, she stopped circling me and stood in front of me, looking directly into my eyes. I quickly averted them downward in my submissiveness.
"I know that you don't think much of me. "She stated with quiet authority, "But that doesn't matter, because your desire for lesbian sex, is stronger than your dislike of me."
I shiver ran up my spine. She had me pegged spot on.
"I have always been a lesbian. She explained, "When I was your age it was not acceptable to be one. So, I got married and raised two kids. Now that my husband has passed away from cancer and my kids are away in college, it is my time. And what a lovely little thing I have here to enjoy!"
Mrs. Snodgrass then grabbed me tightly by the back of my head and kissed me full on the mouth with a passion I had never felt before. Her tongue explored every crevice on the inside of my mouth. Since she was taller than me her saliva ran down into my mouth and I savored it.
I was panting when she broke the kiss and stood up straight again.
"Now let's see what I have to work with." She stated, as she felt my breasts, though the dress fabric.
She seemed to be gauging their firmness and then she pinched each nipple until they stood out like pencil erasers.
Mrs. Snodgrass then lifted the front of my sundress and pulled my lacey panties to the side, cupping my crotch, and stated in delight, "Sopping wet for me already and we haven't even done anything yet. I also love the fact that you are shaved."
My shame burned deep because I knew it was true. She bent her middle finger and worked it up into my swampy crotch violating me, with Blake watching. She diddled my clit with her thumb and gave a wicked smile when she felt my hood-ring.
Satisfied with my wetness and hood-ring, Mrs. Snodgrass removed her finger from my wet pussy and smelled it with a deep inhale of air. "Oh, so sweet and fresh!" She exclaimed in relish.
She then presented me with the wet finger and I eagerly sucked it clean.
"Uncuff her and release her from that hook." Mrs. Snodgrass barked to Blake.
Blake Immediately uncuffed my wrists, from behind my back, took the step ladder and lifted the chain off the ceiling hook. Coming off the step ladder, he handed the chain, that was still attached to my thick leather collar to Mrs. Snodgrass. With a sharp tug she pulled me after herself, as she walked over to the bed and sat down. Once again, she pulled on the chain making it clear that she wanted me over her knees.
I laid across Mrs. Snodgrass's knees and she raised the back of my sundress up bunching it in the middle of my back. My pantied ass was now exposed to her and she took her time feeling and squeezing it. Eventually she wanted more and she pulled my lacey panties down my thighs. I bent my knees up so that she could pull them completely off my legs.
Mrs. Snodgrass now kept me pinned on her thighs, by putting pressure on the small of my back with her left hand. She then quietly explored my ass and sopping wet pussy with her right hand. I was squirming in my horniness, to her ministrations.
Mrs. Snodgrass removed a little whip from her purse. It was about twelve inches long. It had a short handle made of braided rawhide, a short stick protruded from this handle and at the end there was a two-inch long flat piece of rawhide. It looked like a little fly swatter almost.