To my darling Pixie.
Thank you for guiding me through this journey and editing my stories
Forever yours.
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June knelt at the end of the bed, with her arms stretched out sideways, her body flat on the mattress, with her face in a loose pillow, and her boobs rubbing on the duvet as each slap of the spatula whacked into a bum cheek.
Whack
"Ouch"
Whack
"Ouch"
Her mind wondered if this was her true calling, to be used and dominated by the one and only love in her life?
Only just the night before, the situation been in reverse, and although Pixie was screaming for mercy, June could tell that her body relished the torment. In fact she was wetter than ever, June had noticed in their love making. Were Pixie and her both submissive sluts - or were they both also dominant and demanding?
For now, it seemed to be June's turn to be submissive and she too could feel her body reacting. She loved it, she wanted it, she needed it.
"Oh yes Miss, yes."
"Ahhh."
Pixie rubbed the soreness after each set of five slaps, the redness increased and spread across those perfect bum cheeks: June's crack perfect in every way.
Not surprisingly her success as a model had been aided by her cute bum. Many photographers looked though their lenses at a model's boobs and cleavage, but in June's case it was certainly her bum. In fact, lingerie manufacturers paid higher and higher fees for opportunity to have the 'world's best posterior' model their wares. If only it was known publicly that this posterior was being used and spanked with such passion and love, the attitude towards it might change
Whack, "who owns you?"
"You do Mistress."
"Ahhhhhh."
June's pussy was now soaking, it was craving attention, and Pixie knew from her own experiences that now was the time to take her lover and consolidate her ownership.
June heard shuffling from behind some clicking and clamping before there was another slap on her left buttock. Never before had she felt like this, never in her wildest dreams did she think that pain could be so exhilarating.
Pixie lifted June's legs slightly apart, and reaching down between the firm buttocks she ran her finger over June's pussy spreading the lips and smearing juices around.
June moaned even louder
"Tell me June, what do you need?"
"Please fuck me, Miss!"
"Who owns you?"
"You do, Miss!"
At this point Pixie turned June on her back.
There in front of her eyes was her mistress strapped into a harness with a thick 9-inch strap on cock protruding from its centre.
"Ohhhhhhh!"
"Spread those legs, slut. I want you!"
June immediately gripped her shins and held her legs wide, her glistening wet pussy lips waiting eagerly to be penetrated. Pixie moved closer, holding the cock with her left hand, she guided it to its destination.
Slowly and gradually inching deeper and deeper, Pixie penetrated her wetness, taking time for June to enjoy the true nature of a large cock inside her vagina.
Moaning loudly June took deep breaths as Pixie began to work her hips, in and out, harder, and faster, pumping into June in the heat of her passion for her, not letting up for a second as she fucked June even harder.
"Ahh ahh ohhh Mistress...yes, yes take me I'm yours!"
Pixie ploughed in and out, as June began to heave under the pressure. She gripped the sheets as Pixie's body forced its way between her legs, before suddenly shaking into a huge spasm, then another, and even a third.
June exploded in sheer joy, screaming so loudly it could be heard across the corridor where Cara and Ella were quietly kissing one another.
Pixie came too, as the joy of taking June was enough to boost her over the edge.
"Seems your sister is being quite dominant, my pet," Cara whispered. "so pleased it's not a family trait. Now get on your knees and feed from my sweet pussy lips, unless you want me to go next door and get your little sister in here."
Ella dropped to the floor, and Cara gripped her long hair, guiding Ella's face to her shaved pussy. That's it my slut. Lick up those juices."
Ella worked her tongue as she had done a few times before for Cara. She loved her taste, and it was much more pleasurable than a man's cock ramming down her throat. Maybe Cara was right, maybe she was a submissive slut?
As Cara began to moan, she pushed into Ella's face grinding on it as her clit was flicked from side to side. As soon as Ella's tongue darted into her, she began to really enjoy her pet's work, sucking and feeding on the sweet juices as they flowed. She gripped Ella's hair tighter, holding before sudden spasms hit, as she let herself go and had an enormous orgasm. As she came she wondered if June, who was clearly willing to submit to little Pixie, might be willing to submit to her?
Cara and Ella fell asleep, exhausted -- much as June and Pixie had.
During breakfast the next morning, all four were enjoying fruit and yoghurt. No one made any effort to discuss the previous evening's exploits upstairs, though there was a certain tension in the air. A large pot of coffee on the table, and of course June's mint tea.
Suddenly June's phone buzzed.
"It's Sue," she said turning to Cara, looking quizzically.
Ella enquired as to who Sue was.
"She's their agent," explained Pixie.
June began to laugh,
"Firstly, she wants to know if I know where you are Cara, apparently you had a date last night. Don't tell me you're banging her as well? And secondly, she is asking if we will both do a photo shoot for Diva magazine."
"Really? Together?"
"Seems so, but I don't know much more, will we have to talk further."
At this point June explained to the inquisitive Ella that Diva was a quite well-established lesbian magazine that specialised in features on certain aspects of lesbian lifestyle - often quite good articles with some raunchy photos to support them.
