Take 7: The Finale
I knew that I was in an exceedingly difficult and very worrying position. I was aware that my relationship with Sammi, my eighteen year old lesbian lover, had been building towards something like this. Ever since my daughter, Sammi's school friend, had gone off to South East Asia and Australia on a gap year of travelling, events between Sammi and me had become more extreme. Almost from the moment she seduced me in my own home and introduced me to lesbian sex she had become more and more dominant and controlling. And as she did that, I became more and more submissive. I had welcomed her control, I had found that I relished her humiliating me and I began to welcome her demeaning and abusing me.
Before Sammi as much as I had not been involved in any bisexual or lesbian encounters I had also not been involved in any Domme/sub stuff either. Post Sammi, and that was less than six weeks ago I had taken to both like a duck to water.
That was why I was in this private room in the basement of a club in Notting Hill with Sammi and two other women, both of whom were about my age. It was why I was dressed in a thin, white, button up blouse that was too small for me with no bra and a knee-length, silky, quite loose skirt. Sammi had specified quite clearly what I should wear and how I should look. Hence, I was wearing little make up, my hair was, for fuck's sake, in pigtails and I was wearing a suspender belt, short, tanned, seamed stockings and, by special command, big bottomed, see through, pink net knickers, a la Bridget Jones.
It was also why I was in a pool of dim light shining down from a spot light in the ceiling, leaning forward with my waist at almost ninety degrees holding the back of chair. It was why my skirt had been rolled up and it was why Sammi and both Jo, a slim, tall, pretty, blonde haired, self-admitted dyke and Sandra, an equally tall, sandy haired beauty from Spain, had caressed my bum and and kissed each other as I looked on. I guessed that it was Sammi's control that had both of them dressed in black, as indeed she was. Jo was wearing a black silk blouse, which came down to her hips. It was undone most of the way down the front so that most of her small boobs were continuously being exposed. She was wearing tight trousers or leggings tucked into knee length, shiny, black, leather boots. Sandra was dressed in a much more feminine way. A long, ankle length, black sparkly dress with a slit to her waist on her left side and a tight top with a halter neck set off what looked like a splendid pair of breasts and her long, slender legs to perfection. With her soft, wavy hair tumbling down onto her bare shoulders, her full, passionate looking lips, heavy lidded eyes and high, prominent cheekbones she looked wonderful.
Sammi's need to dominate and control everything and to humiliate and abuse me were probably also the reasons why she had removed her track suit top and was just wearing the bottoms with the waist rolled down so that her pubes were almost shown and, as always, her flip flops. Her body was as muscular, lithe and taught as one would expect from a professional athlete; she had just signed a contract to play for Arsenal ladies football team. Her need was why, I knew, but doubted the others did, that when Sammi embraced them she was gentle and loving, tender and caring; characteristics she rarely, if ever, displayed to me.
Yes it was my, now, acceptance of lesbian Domme/ sub activities that had caused all of these things. And it was also the reason why Sammi had just said.
"We are going to spank your arse until we make you cum."
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"No," I immediately gasped.
"What do you mean no?"
"You musn't, I've never been spanked," I replied realising immediately that firstly, that would be no deterrent to Sammi at all and secondly, it would probably piss her off. "I mean Kevin will see the marks," I added thinking quickly.
"No he won't he's away for ages, they'll be gone when he gets back" she said, referring to the nearly three week business trip he was on to China.
I had no way out, there was nowhere to go. I couldn't think of anything to say, although I had no idea whether what she said about them being gone was true or not. I couldn't summon up the nerve to argue. I was terrified.
Sammi came up behind me and fumbled with my skirt. I couldn't work at first what she was doing, but then realised that she was tucking the hem into the waistband. I didn't know why.
"Stand up," she ordered. "Turn round."
I faced her; Sandra and Jo were either side and slightly behind her. Sammi took the hem of my skirt at the front and tucked that also into the waist band. My 'private' parts being exposed in the horrendous see-through, pink, net knickers made me feel embarrassed, but there was nothing I could do.
"Walk round the edge of the light" she said ushering the others to join her standing right in the centre of the pool.
Walking round and round them several times, their eyes always on me gave me a number of sensations;. Embarrassment, of course, a sense of being ridiculous and feelings of being totally dominated and very humiliated. They combined with the latent exhibitionist tendencies that Sammi had recently unleashed in me to make me also feel excited, aroused and full of a dreaded expectancy.
The others were smiling and giggling as they ogled me. Through the pink lace they were obviously seeing the narrow 'landing strip' of pubic hair that I had sported since being told to by Sammi, my exposed, probably slightly bloated and certainly damp lips, the full, rounded, wobbly cheeks of my bum in the knickers and the crease between them.
"Way to go Amanda," Jo cried."
"Bravo," Sandra added in her soft Spanish accent.
"Shake that ass baby," Sammi growled as they all laughed before she added. "I fuckingwell mean it you slut."
I adopted an exaggerated wiggle with my hips swaying a bit like a catwalk model, or so I imagined. They laughed and whooped and wolf whistled so I guess it was ok. I certainly felt good about their reaction.
I was, I realised, beginning to enjoy being the centre of attention, having others stare at me and at exhibiting 'my bits' to them. As I circled Sammi and the other two women I postulated as to how that sat with my desire to be, and my increasing liking of being dominated and humiliated. In some ways they seemed contradictory.
"Come here now" Sammi ordered.
I went into middle of the pool of light and stood meekly before her. She was flanked by the hardish faced Jo and the beautiful Sandra with the comforting smile. They all looked at me. Sammi reached up. I thought she was going to grab my tits, but she didn't. She took hold of the lapels of the blouse. Pulling on them she stretched the material so it pulled my tits up and was tight across them. It emphasised my clearly erect nipples.
"You fucking slag," she snarled gripping one of the swollen buds and pinching it making me gasp with pain. "Look at your nipples. They're all swollen up because you're flashing your cunt and arse aren't they?"
"No," I reacted, immediately regretting it for she simply squeezed harder.
