This is a standalone story but it the fifth in a series depicting the submission of a married professional woman to a lesbian family friend. It contains themes of non-consent and reluctance. If this is offensive in any way, please find another story.
This chapter is told from Samantha's perspective as she deals with the hidden desires Maria has brought out in her and tries to come to terms with her new position of submissive plaything to her younger dom. Please enjoy and as always, your comments are appreciated.
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I paced in anticipation, unable to think rationally any longer. If I dared to think about the previous few weeks, the absurdity of it all was terrifying. Maria was like a little sister to me.
Our families were close growing up, and when my parents passed as a young adult, her mother, Daniella, became a surrogate mom to me. I am the pharmacist at Daniella's pharmacy, a small family business with an older but loyal customer base.
The salary she can afford to pay is well below market, but I supplement my income by working part time at the Walmart pharmacy in town. Maria was a problem child after her father died, when she was ten. She was always a bit jealous of me. I was the good student, hard-working, golden child, and she was the not-so-hard-working, struggling student.
Shortly after my parents passed, I married Edmond Donovan, CEO of a Fortune 500 pharmaceutical company, and moved into his house in Plainfield. A twenty-five-thousand-plus-square-foot home on the lake. (As Maria likes to say, "The biggest fucking house on the lake.")
After that, Maria's resentment grew and we drifted apart. She also became resentful of her mother and stopped working at the pharmacy for a while.
More recently, I had helped to mend fences between her and Daniella, and she returned to the family business. She was determined to learn the business and take it over someday, when Daniella decides to retire.
It was all going well until Maria, and I had one of our sisterly falling outs that turned into a screaming match. It got way out of control, or I should I say--I was way out of control; it ended in me losing my shit, and calling her a skanky, tatted freak.
She responded by losing her shit, backing me against the counter and telling me how unsatisfied I was with Edmond and how badly I needed to get fucked. Then, she told me she could be the one to do it. The shock that she was gay, was not nearly as surprising as the tingle of excitement I felt at that moment.
It was hard to believe that little tingle, started me down a path to becoming a submissive, personal plaything; to be used for her twisted pleasures.
It was 6:30am, when she texted me that morning.
Maria: Good Morning BB
I replied immediately.
Me: Good Morning, Miss Maria. I can't stop thinking about you
Maria: I'm happy to hear that BB. Are you dressed as I asked
Me: Yes Miss Maria. I hope you'll like it
Maria: I'm sure I will. I want you to leave the front door unlocked and I want you against the counter where you first gave yourself to me
Me: Yes Miss Maria
Maria: Bring your itch medicines. I will need to apply them both for you
Me: Thank you Miss Maria
On the road to where I currently find myself, she mockingly bought me lilac-scented lube for my pussy and rose-scented for my asshole. During our now infamous tirade that started all this, she had mocked me by saying I was a prissy little bitch, who thought my pussy smelled like lilacs and my asshole like roses.
She then proceeded to tell me that I had an itch, that Edmond clearly could not scratch. To prove her point, she brought me a brown paper bag with the lubes in it and gave the bag to me in front of Edmond and Daniella and said, "Here's the itch medication I told you about."
I nearly fainted on the spot when she did that, but quickly thanked her before excusing myself and taking the bag to my room. I was furious and humiliated, but luckily neither Edmond nor Daniella, seemed to take much notice. Like so many of the little seeds of thought she planted in my head, it germinated in my imagination, and I ended up using them in an attempt to scratch the itch she infected my mind with.
The fact that she instructed me to bring them both, meant both orifices were going to be used this morning.
Maria: If you do as you are told, we will have a most pleasurable morning
Me: Thank you Miss Maria
Maria: Are you my pet, BB?
Me: Yes Miss Maria
I never in a million years would have imagined ever being in a lesbian 'relationship' for lack of a better term. Definitely, not as a submissive-pet, lesbian slut. And never, ever with Maria Quinones, lifelong pseudo-sibling.
There I was, in slutty lingerie she commanded me to wear, and referring to her Miss Maria, anxiously awaiting her arrival, knowing she was going to use my pussy and asshole in my own kitchen of all places.
I should have been terrified, ashamed, and humiliated. But she had promised, if I obeyed, she would let me eat her pussy. Sadly, that was all that mattered. My own pussy was getting hotter and wetter by the second. Ever since she shoved her cum-soaked panties in my mouth, the thought of tasting her sweet juices directly from the source consumed my thoughts.
Maria: Good my pet, see you in an hour
Me: Could you please come now Miss Maria?
Maria: One hour
Me: Thank you Miss Maria.
My whole pelvis tingled with the center of intensity being my moistened, engorged labia. It took every ounce of constraint I had, to stop myself from running upstairs to my mirrored dressing closet, applying my itch medications, and scratching those itches myself. Again sadly, I had done just that, dozens of times since that first tingle, she caused. The nastier and more naked I was, as I watched myself masturbate--the harder, I came.
She'd given me more orgasms in a couple days than Edmond had in four years of marriage.
At 7:29am, I texted again.
Me: I'm ready, where are you?
She did not respond. And my nervous pacing continued with the anxious butterflies churning faster and faster in my stomach. I had never performed oral sex on a woman before. I wondered if she would be disappointed. Then the barrage of nervous thoughts. What if she didn't show? What if we get caught? My marriage... What if she didn't like my outfit? She would make me pay in some humiliating way I bet.
I checked the placement of the lubes on the counter and decided I'd better get in position as she told me. "At the spot I first gave myself to her." Did I actually give myself, or did she take me? I quickly gave myself a mental slap over that thought. I think fucking her finger like a slut was officially giving myself to her.
Right on cue, I heard her coming down the stairs. A brief thought shot through me. What if it's Edmond? But that was impossible, he was out of the country. I breathed a sigh of relief, but my nervousness shot off the scales when I saw it was her. She reached the bottom of the steps and her jaw dropped, as she stood looking at me in a teal-blue, sheer, lace babydoll.
It had intermittent-leaf patterns throughout the thinner, sheer-fabric base material. The top was a sling-strap design that cupped my full 36Ds in individual sheer hammocks. The leaf patterns encroached from above and below but left my quarter-sized nipples exposed through the thinnest fabric.
The straps crisscrossed in front of my neck, further accentuating my breasts, and forming a teardrop of exposed skin from the base of my neck to just below mid-breast. Over my abdomen, the leaves only allowed a shadow of my belly button to peek through. The matching panties were basically a blue triangle in front. The very tip of the panties peered out below my hem line, taunting her.
I blushed and smiled nervously, sensing her approval of my outfit. When she stole a glance at the lubes, my redness intensified, as did my heat down below.
Her face lit up, as she slowly strutted toward me, eyes locked on mine. She wore khaki slacks and a white button-down blouse, already dressed for work. Her dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail, brown eyes boring into me, and her sharp-angled eyebrows sent a tingle through me. I still do not understand why they excite me so, but they do to this day.
She stepped in against me, slipping her right knee between my legs and her hands caressed my hips. I leaned down for a kiss, hands trembling, as they wrapped around her back. Her lips were impossibly warm and soft, as our tongues began a slow sensual dance.
Wasting no time, her right hand traced its way around my hips, under the hem of my babydoll to my fiery wetness beneath the thin fabric of my G-string panties. She broke the kiss, and I released a deep, trembling sigh, as her finger nestled between my engorged labia through the fabric. Her left arm wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me against her until our chins rested on each other's shoulders.
"Oh, sweetie, you've missed me," she whispered, as I whimpered in agreement.
She rubbed her middle finger up and down the length of my slit through the silken fabric, and I trembled and moaned helplessly.
"Thank you for choosing this outfit for me, BB. You may be the sexiest little slut I've ever seen," she said softly, letting her breath wash over my ear, while she pressed more firmly into my wetness.
Her breath sent a tingle down my spine that made my legs wobble. I let out a high-pitched, gasping squeal as I bear-hugged her for support and began rocking my hips against her fingers. I could barely breathe, in complete disbelief of the power her touch had over me. I could sense her excitement, as she took a long moment without a breath before exhaling with a cooing whimper.
She whispered seductively, "Was I right, Sammie?"
"Oh yes, Miss Maria, you know what I need. Please don't stop," I pleaded.
"Do you want to come in your panties for me, like a horny little slut, BB?"
"Oh God, yes! Please make me come, Miss Maria, huh!" I gasped, desperately.
"Your little panties are soaked already..."
"Huuuhhhhh!" I moaned loudly, rocking my hips faster, on the verge of climax.
She pulled her hand back and I squeaked my discontent. Then she leaned back and looked me in the eye as her wet fingers traced little circles on my inner thigh, teasing my pussy with her tickling touch, but not quite hitting home.
"Not yet, my pet, I decide when you come. Understood?"
The desperation in my voice was obvious.
