Author's note.
This is the third part in this story. Although it stands alone as an erotic adventure of an older woman being seduced and then dominated by an eighteen year old girl friend of her daughter, please try to read the first two parts before starting this.
Thanks
Mandy
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"You said that Kevin's away for few days," Sammi said when she called me later that afternoon. "When's he go?"
"Tomorrow."
"I'll come round and stay the night then, OK?"
I didn't have the time to say anything for the line went dead.
I had wondered when I would hear from her again, actually I had wondered even if I would, the way she had run out on me last time. But that was, it seemed, becoming a pattern, it was just Sammi's way.
The first time she had taken me to bed, finger fucked me to a mind blowing orgasm and then she had left rather abruptly. The second time she had made me cum again, the same way, with her fingers. Then she had made me suck and lick her tits and chew and pinch her nipples very hard, which made her cum, quite strongly, or so it seemed. Although she had been straddling my naked body, Sammi hadn't bothered to remove her rolled up combat pants as she gave me her small tits and made me bite and pinch them until she climaxed. But then while I showered she left without even saying goodbye. And now this latest time, yesterday, she'd turned up in her soccer gear straight from training, had made me run her bath and parade round it in just my shorty dressing gown. She had made me bend over and flaunt my sex and ass at her then walk round the bath with the robe open and everything I had on display. As I did that she had masturbated. Without even touching me and certainly without trying to pleasure or please me. She had then borrowed a tee shirt and jeans of my daughter's Sara, her close friend and ex classmate at school, and left.
The really odd thing was that although she had made no overt effort to give me pleasure or please me, I had felt both of those emotions. I was pleased that I had induced a climax for her, albeit from her own hands, and I had my pleasure moments after she left when I lay on my bed and masturbated thinking of just one thing, Sammi's body.
Fuck was I going crazy? I seemed to get as much excitement and sexual pleasure from pleasing this bit of a girl as I did from her making me cum or my husband fucking me.
She text me several times that and the next day. They were slightly disturbing yet arousing, which incidentally, was how I was finding my whole relationship with this quite amazing young woman.
'Thanks for the bath, I enjoyed the wank.'
'Hope you got off after I left.'
'I felt good in Sara's jeans and tee with no undies, mmmmmmm.'
'You enjoying being my sub Missus W?'
It began to dawn on me what was happening. I had read about it, of course, but had no experience of it at all. In fact I had never given such 'sexual diversions'much thought. I had no idea that any form of BDSM or S & M applied to, or would appeal to, me, certainly not, what I was beginning to see was, a Dom and sub relationship.
I thought about it in bed after Kevin had made rather matter of fact love to me as a sort of going away present. Although I'd had no direct experience of anything like it, I did have this feeling, at times, that I wanted to be controlled. Something in me wanted me to be emotionally challenged and conquered. It was so hard to explain, but at times I felt that I wanted Kevin to conquer me, direct me, even abuse and demean me in a way.
After reading a brilliantly written piece on Literotica, I had toyed with asking him to spank me. It wasn't the sensation of being hurt that had aroused me to the point of masturbation when I read the long, beautifully crafted piece. It was being directed that did it. It was the ritual, the dressing up as ordered me, pig tails, white cotton blouse, no bra, short pleated skirt, white hold-ups and full, cheek covering, pink, net see through panties. It was him inspecting me, making me touch my toes and then having the short skirt rolled up round my waist. It was being made to stay like that as he walked round me looking at me from all angles. It was him running his fingers across my cheeks, stroking my cheeks then slowly, so wonderfully slowly rolling my knickers down and exposing me. The several times I had masturbated with this image in my mind I had cum when I had got to the point where he had rolled them down and left them round my thighs. I had yet to reach the stage where he actually spanks me.
There had been other things that had disturbed me a little about some deep, and I thought dark, secrets lying dormant in my sexual psyche. Obviously my curiosity about bi sex, well that had now surfaced and I was coming to terms with it. I also had times when I would think of being restrained, like wearing a corset that was far too tight for me, being tied to a bed and, nearly, raped, or some form of sensory deprivation, mainly blindfolded. These, what over the years I had felt were, bizarre thoughts had gone further and had become fantasies. Not things I felt I would ever do, but events that I enjoyed thinking about, particularly when I was preparing to masturbate. The main one was being gang banged, being fucked everywhere by six or seven, muscular and, of course well hung guys.
Kevin left for a two week business trip in Africa and then onto Singapore mid afternoon the next day. I hadn't heard any more from Sammi other than a text saying 'See you this evening.' No time, what we were doing or anything else. I assumed thought that she would probably arrive early evening and we would have dinner and then sex. My mind wasn't really sexually experienced enough in the ways of bi or lesbian sex to go much further than that.
After I got back from the gym around six I started getting ready for my young lover. I bathed, washed my hair painted my finger and toe nails and pampered my body with a range of powders, creams and lotions that the sucker I am I fall for from the ads on TV and women's mags.
I felt tinglingly excited as I went through my 'ablutions.' I was getting ready for my lover, preparing myself for sex. I half hated myself. Not so much due to being unfaithful to Kevin for, to be truthful, I somehow didn't see what had happened with Sammi in the same light as I would had she have been a young man. Odd logic I know, but being fucked by a girl doesn't seem quite as sexually unfaithful as having sex with a man; lack of a penis and penetration maybe?
I was drying my long, unruly, chestnut coloured hair when I got a text from Sammi saying she'd been delayed but would be with me in an hour or so. I smiled and felt a series of little shudders as I looked at my watch and saw that it was just after seven.
"Will you want dinner?" I text back.
"Maybe, I'll let you know when I get there," she rather unreasonably text back.
I had a glass of wine. That settled my nerves.
Finishing my hair I wondered what I could do for dinner if she wanted something. I'm not a very good cook, but recalled I had some steaks in the freezer so I got them out to thaw.
I got dressed, she shouldn't be long now, I thought.
I absolutely amazed myself when I looked in the mirror. Without hardly even thinking about it, I had slipped into the red silk, shorty robe I had worn each time I had been with Sammi. Fuck was that fate or what?
Eight fifteen and I began to think she wasn't coming. I had another wine.
Nearly nine, I text her, no reply.
Nine fifteen and now almost ten.
I text her again, still no reply.
