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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, 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 in sexual situations are 18 years or older.
The series starts as lesbian nonconsent/reluctance. A lesbian goes off the grid for vacation. She seeks shelter from a storm at what is assumed to be a seldomly used cabin but is caught when the owner shows up unexpectedly. The years of suppressing her submissive tendencies bubble to the surface as she is forced to accept punishment for trespassing and settling the tab for staying in the cabin.
If this is offensive to you, please find another story. If you read on, please enjoy and comments are always welcome.
Installment 1 - Rules and Training
The branches from the trees tore at my skin as I raced through the woods. I ran like my life depended on it. Something sinister and dark surrounded me and I couldn't find my way out. Everywhere I turned it was dark. Where was the sun?
My body was slick with sweat and my joints ached, feet sore from the rocks and brambles. I wasn't sure what I was running from. Exhausted from the flight, I collapsed to the ground.
The impact against the rocks jolted me awake. My breath came in short puffs as I listened for any sound indicating where I was. I squinted my eyes open. The room was quiet and dark.
This wasn't my bed, my place. It confirmed my worst fears. I wasn't alone and the ache in my shoulders and my throbbing pussy was real.
The events from the previous day came rushing back at me. The hot blonde, the naked walk back through the woods by my cunt, the spankings, and the mortifying agreement.
My body felt heavy. It took all my energy to roll over onto my back.
"You're awake." The blonde nightmare leaned against the door jamb. "Feel better slut?"
The mountain of debt I'd agreed to pay came into sharp focus and I obediently replied, "Yes mistress."
Maybe if I behaved well she would keep her end of the bargain and set me free in four days. I shivered at how naturally I thought of her as my mistress.
"Thank you for letting me sleep, mistress."
"You're welcome." She started toward the bed, the robe slithered to the floor. Her long torso showed the muscles of working out a lot. Her biceps flexed when she ran a hand through her hair.
Damn, she was hot. Long, blonde, firm. I licked my lips waiting for her to get close enough to taste her.
"You have a lot of pussy licking to do to work off some of what you owe me," she said, straddling my chest. Her pussy already moist in anticipation. She pressed her hot warm center against my tits. Instinctively I arched up. She was practically dripping with excitement.
I rubbed my thighs together wondering if she'd let me get off too. I hadn't even touched her yet, and I wanted to beg for release.
She smelled fresh and sweet. I almost drooled and couldn't wait to taste her. She wiggled her hips from side to side coating my tits with her juices. She leaned forward, bracing her hands on either side of my head.
I lifted my head, sticking my tongue out.
"Eager little slut, aren't you?" She chuckled.
Her warm pussy lowered enough for my tongue to slide between the wet folds. "Go on, start working on your first payment."
Her long legs stretched down my body, pinning my arms against my sides. Apparently, I was to make her cum using only my mouth.
I whimpered in frustration, craving the full use of my hands to fuck her. I drew the tip of my tongue up along the inside of her thigh, over her shaved pubic bone and down the other side.
Her legs trembled as I slid my tongue slowly around her labia, but not quite inside. Teasing her like I would like any other lover. Slow and soft.
She rocked her hips back and forth as my tongue teased her wet folds. With more control than I thought I possessed, I pushed my tongue just inside her pussy. Her vaginal muscles grabbed me. I eased back out to nibble the soft swollen lips.
She moaned as I kept up a slow cadence of licking and nibbling. Her hips rocked gently, enjoying the ride.
"That's it cunt muncher...just like that."
Her muscles contracted in anticipation. She rose up just out of reach. Even when I lifted my head, I couldn't quite touch her. She wasn't going to cum quickly. I was going to have to work for it. I bobbed my head up and down to the best of my ability trying to tongue fuck her.
Her hips lowered and I lifted my head to kiss the puffy lips. Her juices dripped onto my face, and I craved more.
When her hot pussy drifted lower, I rubbed my face against her center. She spread her legs wider and lower. I rolled my head back and forth, enjoying the feeling of a hot slick pussy riding my face.
"Come on slut. Use that fucking little tongue to make me cum on your face." Her breath was ragged as she started fucking my face in earnest.
My cunt was wet, aching for the same attention my face was getting. I couldn't rub my clit, so I closed my legs, rubbing my thighs together in the hopes I could get myself off.
Mistress grabbed my hair, holding me still as she thrust her hips harder against my face.
"That's it slut. Fucking suck me."
I sucked harder. Flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue sending her over the edge. She didn't squirt, but she was giving me quite the facial.
The panting above me slowed as the first wave of her orgasm faded.
"I have to say you are one of the best cunt munchers I've ever had." She rose, allowing me to take a full breath of air.
Her wet pussy hovered over me as she swung around to face my feet.
I felt a slap on my right thigh.
"Open your legs slut! I didn't give you permission to closed them." She smacked one thigh then another.
My legs started to burn with each slap as I spread my legs wider, giving her complete access to my needy cunt. It wouldn't take much to make me cum.
Her glistening pussy hovered over me. I lifted my head to lick her labia, hoping to distract her from my disobedience.
In response she rose higher just out of reach of my tongue.
The first slaps on my cunt came as a shock. I concentrated on keeping my legs as wide as I could. It became harder with each slap. The burning between my legs only increased my desire to cum.
"What did I tell you about your slutty legs?" She raised her hips and smacked my cunt with her hand.
"Sluts legs are to be opened at all times, mistress," I replied.
She sat on my face. Immediately I started licking her clit, feeling it grow. She rubbed against my face a couple of times before rising.
"What happens to sluts when they disobey?"
I inhaled a deep breath knowing what was coming. "Sluts are to be punished at the time of infraction mistress."
She slapped my cunt twice, harder than the previous slaps before, dropping back down. Mistress setup a cadence of rubbing my face with her pussy twice, lifting, smacking my cunt twice then repeating.
I lost track of how many times mistress smacked me. My cunt was on fire, but it was also begging for release. I wondered if I could cum from a pussy spanking.
Just when I thought I couldn't take any more, her hips thrust down at a quicker cadence and the spanking stopped.
"Oh, yes, fuck...slut. That's it. You like this? Me fucking your face til I cum? Spanking your disobedient cunt?" She rubbed her pussy hard against me until I thought I would pass out from lack of air.
I didn't attempt to answer her question as it was quite obvious, I was enjoying my position. Instead, I focused on keeping my tongue inside her slick hole so she could ride it.
A stinging sensation spread across my legs as she bent over, squeezing my thighs.
"Yes," she screamed as she came, slamming her palms down on my thighs again and again.
Heat rushed across my legs as I screamed into her pussy. My cunt ached for release.
Mistress exhaled, rolling off my very well used face.
I lay there catching my breath, wondering if I begged if she would allow me to finger myself. I hadn't ever want to cum as much as I did in this moment. Every nerve ending from my legs to my face was on fire.
"Well that take care of a couple bucks. Doesn't it slut?"
A couple bucks? She had to be kidding me. Instead, I agreed with a meek, "Yes mistress."
At this rate, there was no way I could get her off a few hundred times in a few months, much less a few days.
Mistress started toward the bathroom, turning to look at me at the last minute. "You going to behave slut? Or do I need to tie your hands and legs down
"I'll behave mistress," I replied, pressing my ass into the mattress hoping that I could keep that promise.
The few minutes laying on the bed seems like hours. I closed my eyes, gripping the sheets fighting the urge to rub my clit. God what I wouldn't give right now to cum. Just a little touch would do it. I wanted to impress her, show her I could be a good slut and obey orders, but the need between my legs grew.
I was wondering how long I could last, when I heard her laugh. "Fighting the urge to cum. So cute."
My mistress stood at foot of the bed. Her half smirk indicated she was enjoying me struggling to obey.
With all the willpower I could muster and hoping to impress her in any small way possible, I concentrated on keeping my legs open for her and relaxed my fingers.
"Five minutes." She tilted her head toward the bath. "Do you need supervision?"
