Pillow Princess Club Ch. 02
Summary:
Pussy 2: new pet dominated by bitch neighbour.
Note:
This is dedicated to Stephen, who requested the series.
Note 2:
Thanks to
Tex Beethoven
for editing yet another wicked series.
Note 3:
This is chapter two of an ongoing series. In chapter one, Meredith is home alone with her 8-months-old baby while her husband is constantly away and neglecting her sexual needs. She spies through her bedroom window her 18-year-old neighbour (a gorgeous girl from Italy) being sexually pleasured by another woman, then another one, and then even more. This sparks a flame inside her, awakening her curiosity to explore her own same sex desires. She discovers there's a neighborhood secret Pillow Princess Club, where older woman sign up to frequently be summoned by younger women to sexually pleasure them. She signs up out of lust and curiosity, and she's immediately summoned by that same beautiful next door neighbour Bianca, whereupon she services her. Which begins her journey into submissive lesbianism... which will be continued in this story and other stories....
Pillow Princess Club Ch. 02
Following my exciting encounter with Bianca, my face was still wet and sticky while I was walking up the driveway to my house, when I heard my name being called by a voice that was both smug and domineering all at once. "Meredith!"
I stopped, sighed to myself, and turned around to see Miranda Bellencourt standing across the street, a triumphant smile smeared across her face.
"Yes, Miranda?" I called back, trying to behave as if I hadn't just eaten a teenager's pussy... even though I imagine the wet glean on my face would be enough to prove me guilty.
"Enjoy?" she asked as she began crossing the street.
"Enjoy what?" I asked, playing innocent for as long as I could.
"Don't play dumb with me," she said, while I didn't take a single step, making her walk over to me. "We both know where you just were, and what you just did."
"And what did I just do?" I asked... holding on to my secret and moral righteousness for a few more precious seconds.
"You ate Bianca's pussy, of course," she said bluntly, now just a few steps away from me.
"And what if I did?" I asked, not about to be bullied or judged by someone I'd already watched doing the exact same thing. So instead of exhibiting any guilt or shame... which I assume was the response she expected from me... I acted like it was no big deal... when in truth, it was a huge fucking deal.
"I'm not judging," she said, as she arrived right in front of me. "As you well know, that would be the pot calling the kettle."
"Good," I said.
"But I
am
going to enjoy the benefits of having a new bottom bitch living nearby," she said as she Trumped me (meaning her hand went directly to my pussy. I
like
my new expression!)
"W-w-what are you doing?" I stammered, astonished by her forwardness. I looked around to see if anyone else could see that I was being molested by another woman in broad daylight.
"You're soaking wet," she pointed out as she slid a finger inside me, ignoring my question. I let out an uncontrollable moan.
"Stop!" I begged, although I didn't do anything physical to stop her... pleasure instantly growing inside of me.
"Come to my place right now," she ordered, as her finger wriggled around inside me.
"I can't," I said, suddenly greatly distracted, "I have to relieve my babysitter."
"Oh I'm sure you'll relieve Barbara very soon," Miranda said, in a sexy tone that made very clear what she thought would happen when I returned home... which was exactly what I
hoped
would happen when I returned home... a second pussy to eat.
"She's my daughter's best friend," I pointed out... trying to play innocent in at least that regard.
"Like that matters," she said. "She lives around here, doesn't she?" as she started plunging her finger into me vigorously. (Right out here where there were lots of neighbors who had windows!)
"Please stop," I moaned, the moan lacking any force.
"Oh? You want me to stop?" she asked, as she pulled her finger out and shoved it in my mouth.
I mindlessly sucked my own wetness off her finger, thinking to myself,
I taste pretty damn good.
When she pulled her finger out, she said, "Come with me... now."
"Miranda, I...." I began to protest.
"Look, slut," Miranda said, as she pulled me close to her, both of her hands on my ass. "You joined the Club less than an hour ago, which means you're
the
bottom bitch around here. You're a submissive pet to all the pillow princesses, and also to every other woman in the Club, which means you'll always
do whatever the fuck you're told!
Is that clear?"
"I don't recall seeing that on the website," I said, although part of me found this really hot... yet another part of me didn't want to give this bitch Miranda the satisfaction of knowing I found it hot. But in any case, no matter she was a bitch, my pussy was on fire. I wanted her finger back inside me... I also could readily eat a second pussy... and then a third one when I got home... but Miranda was extremely controlling, so giving into her once would automatically lead me into a long series of complete disasters.
"Trust me," she said as she took my hand and began leading me to her house across the street, "You really need this."
"Miranda," I protested, even while I followed her... my protest falling upon deaf ears, both to her and apparently to my body, since it wasn't resisting her
at all
.
"Don't pretend you're not a submissive little pet who's dying to become my plaything," she said.
"But I'm not," I said, although I continued following her, which weakened my bargaining power immensely... as did my leaking pussy.
"Stop fucking lying to me and to yourself," she growled, forcefully squeezing my hand.
"I'm not," I said, but in a weak whisper that I'm not sure she even heard. If she did, she ignored it completely.
"And have you really not been fucked for over a year and a half?" she asked, as I followed her up her driveway.
I recalled that online VOTE4BITCH had said she planned to fuck me with a strap-on, and I'd replied brazenly during my initial rush of excitement about joining the Club, that I 'd willingly bend over and take it, since I hadn't been fucked in over a year and a half.
Oops.
"Well, yeah, you see, my husband..." I began trying to defend him, but I then I couldn't find anything to defend him
with
. Truth was, I was very bitter about his neglect of me sexually and the insecurities that came with it... which was part of the reason I'd signed up for the Club, and shortly afterwards I'd eaten a teenager's pussy in her backyard (which was
wonderful),
and now I was about to enter a bitchy neighbor's home to do who knows what... well, I kind of knew what... just not everything that 'what' would entail.
"No worries," she said, as we reached her front door. "We'll rectify your depressing problem ASAP."
Part of me was scared... not wanting someone like Miranda taking control of me, yet another part of me was completely turned on. Yes, it was partly the rush of having just eaten my first pussy; yes, it was partly the rush of joining a secret lesbian Club; but the idea of getting fucked, and no doubt Miranda would back her promise to fuck me silly, was pussy-leaking hot. A year and a half with no dick would make any woman vulnerable to such an offer.
I didn't say a word as we entered her house, she closed the door, and led me into her living room before handing me something. "Strip and put this on."
It looked like a maid's outfit.
I took a closer look at a very
skimpy
maid's outfit. "You're not serious?" I asked. Why would she have