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Female Domination, by Jezebel Rose
Annabella Relly had finally made it home from work and was looking forward to the long weekend ahead. She went upstairs, took a warm shower, and then proceeded to get ready for the evening. Red lace panties and matching bra made her feel sexy. Red stocking held up by garter straps and 4″ high red pumps adorned feet. Opening her dresser drawer Annabella pulled out a red leather collar with a D-ring set in the front, she lifted her medium brown hair so she could buckle it tightly around her neck. Not so tight that it would interfere with her breathing but tight enough that it would not chafe her skin. A pair of matching red leather cuffs were buckled around her wrists and a second set around her ankles. Each in turn, including her collar, was secured using small padlocks. Reaching into her hall closet, she retrieved an overcoat and wrapping it around her body, making sure to button it up.
Annabella left her house and walked across the street to her neighbor’s house. By now, night had fallen, and it was dark other than the occasional street lamp and several illuminated homes on the block. She looked up and down the street to make sure no one was around, and after ringing the doorbell, she unbuttoned the overcoat and dropped to her knees, her feet spread, so her bottom rested on the ground. Her back was straight while her head was bowed, and she looked down. Her hands were folded together behind her back, her wrists at opposite elbows like those that she was taught.
She waited patiently hoping she would not be discovered by any of the other neighbors. After several minutes, she could hear the footsteps of heels on a wooden floor approach the other side of the door. The porch light came flick on, and Annabella was illuminated against the surrounding darkness of the street. She prayed that no one was around to see her but dared not look around herself. She kept her eyes cast downward, to a spot the feet in front of her as she had been taught.
After what seemed like an eternity, the lock on the door turned, and the door opened. She knew Mistress Heather had pulled the curtain aside the window and saw it was she kneeling there, testing her, but intentionally taking her time opening the door.
“Well, well, pussy are you ready for this evening’s fun and games?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Annabella answered politely, submissively. Months after Annabella’s husband had left her, Heather had moved into the empty home across the street. Though at that time, Annabella did not know that Heather had a dark side to her and would exploit her submissive inner core, they had become friends.
Heather was friendly in an almost older sister kind of way. This allowed Annabella to open up about her struggles of being a lonely single mom. Heather was that ear to listen and that shoulder to lean on. One evening as the two sat on Heather’s couch watching a tearjerker movie; Heather made her move and slowly seduced Annabella into a lesbian relationship. Soon after Annabella was spending, more and more time over at Heather’s, it was not long afterward that Heather introduced Annabella to bondage, taking advantage of the vulnerability of her loneliness and her submissive mind. Now three months later, Annabella was nothing more but a sex toy for her a Mistress to use any way she saw fit. Annabella loved every minute of it too.
Heather reached down and clipped a leash to the front of Annabella’s collar. “Come along now pussy. Crawl into the house.” She commanded. Annabella dropped her hands to the floor and crawled behind Heather into the house like an obedient dog. Heather turned, shutting the door and locked it.
“Present.” She said, and Annabella immediately sat back down on her haunches, back straight, head down and arms folded behind her back, just as she was outside the door. “Get rid of the coat.” Annabella pulled the coat off, folded it, placed it neatly on the floor next to her, and then resumed her position.
Heather walked around her slave slowly, studying her. From behind, she commanded, “Head up, mouth open.” gag shoved into her mouth. She hated the ring gag. It forced her mouth to remain open and caused her to drool tremendously. However, she also knew why Mistress liked to use it on her as it gave her instant access to Annabella’s tongue, willingly or not.
Heather pulled the straps around Annabella’s face and buckled them tightly behind her head. The second set of straps ran from the side of the gag, up alongside her nose to connect to a ring at her forehead where a single strap continue over the crown of her head to connect to the straps buckled behind her head. The third set of straps buckled together under her chin, forcing her mouth to hold the wide ring in her mouth tightly. Once all the straps were buckled, there was no expelling the ring from her mouth until Mistress removed it. To ensure the gag would not be removed without permission, Annabella heard the permanent click of the padlock.
“There you go pussy,” Heather said. She knew that Annabella hated to be called that. That it helped humiliate her and kept her in her place. That is why she continued to call her that. “Now I have an exceptional guest tonight, and you are going to be on your best behavior. Otherwise, I will punish you, as I have never done before. Do you understand pussy?” She asked as she secured a padded leather blindfold across her eyes.
Yes, Mistress came out as “ees istess” due to the ring gag in her mouth.
“Perfect pussy. Now, crawl.” Heather ordered as she tugged on Annabella’s leash. Unable to see, Annabella had to follow Heather’s lead as she leads her through the house on her hands and knees into her special playroom. Once there, Heather guided her to where she wanted her and had her sit back on her haunches once again. Taking ahold of her arms, she padlocks her wrists cuffs behind her back.
Annabella, submitted to being placed where Heather wanted her and could sense someone in front of her. Her suspicions were correct when Mistress guided her head forward, and Annabella found her face planted between another woman’s legs.
“Now pussy, I want you to do your best in pleasing my guest, or you know the consequences. Now get started.”
Annabella’s tongue slipped through the ring gag as her mouth pressed against the woman’s sex, and she began lapping between the lips of her pussy. The woman moaned and struggled, and as Annabella went to work on her, she realized the woman was also bound and gagged.
Wanting desperately to please her Mistress, Annabella worked her tongue slowly, teasingly into the unknown woman’s pussy. As she did so, she thought the woman’s moans to be more complaints than pleasure. Maybe she had never had the pleasure of another woman performing cunnilingus on her. Well, Annabella was going to make sure she enjoyed her first time.
Annabella continued to lick away at her pussy, knowing that Heather was most likely video filming this session as she did most. Annabella worked her tongue as deep as she could into the woman’s cunt. She found her clit with her tongue and flicked it constantly. Soon she could tell the moans of complaint were turning into moans of pleasure. The woman’s struggles also subsided, and soon, she was trying to thrust her hips closer to Annabella’s mouth. Sex cream covered her face as she licked faster. The woman’s breathing became rapid through her nostrils, and she was bucking hard in her bonds as she hit a powerful orgasm.
Annabella continued to lick as she felt the woman cum. The woman’s body shook as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. Finally, what felt like an eternity, she went limp in her bonds and moaned softly as Annabella continued on the task given to her until Mistress told her that was enough and pulled her head out off the woman’s sex.
“That was quite outstanding pussy!” Heather praised her. “For that, you get a reward. You get to meet my special guest whom you pleased very well with your ability to use your tongue.” She was saying that she pulled the blindfold off Annabella’s face.
Annabella blinked several times, allowing her eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness of the light that had been blacked out by the blindfold. She saw the bound form of the woman in front of her and saw that by her slim body, she was younger than she was. She looked upwards and saw the firm breasts of the girl. Over the tops of those breasts, she saw the face of the girl. Even with a scold gag covering the bottom part of her face; it was a face that she recognized immediately. Shock and horror overcame her as she looked at the bound girl before her. Her body taunts as her arms were pulled up high above her head, wrists locked into leather cuffs with those attached to the ceiling by a chain. A spreader bar attached to her ankles and secured to the floor held the girl’s legs wide apart. The girl’s pussy was dripping with cum from the orgasm she was responsible for. Annabella was staring into the eyes of her own 18-year-old daughter Aimee.
Heather laughed an evilly as she caught the complete realization of the film. “That’s right pussy. Your daughter is also my sex slave. In addition, both of you pussies will serve me, your Mistress, as my sex toys. In addition, you will do everything that I tell you to do. No matter how perverted you may think it is.”
The words and evil laughter echoed in Annabella’s mind and tears flowed from her eyes, as she knew she and her daughter were now total sex slaves to Mistress Heather.
~
Heather had finished putting the final touches on her slave Annabella’s bondage when she heard her doorbell ring. The 39-year-old neighbor lay nude on a leather-covered table. Her wrists were buckled together in leather cuffs, pulled up behind her head, and attached to a cable stretched down from the ceiling. Annabella’s ankles were similarly bound and attached to the same cable. The cable was wrenched up, pulling both Annabella’s arms and legs upwards forcing her body into a bow. Only her lower abdomen rested on the tabletop.
Nipple clamps were attached to her breasts, and heavy weights attached to thin chains dangling from the nipple clamps pulled her breasts downward. To add to the torment, thin straps had been buckled around the base of her breasts, causing them to swell, turn red and become overly sensitive. Any movement by Annabella caused the weights to swing pulling and torturing her nubs. Heather was having fun lifting the weights one at a time and then letting them drop, eliciting screams from Annabella’s gagged mouth.
Non-movement was a non-issue as Heather had mounted a giant headed Hitachi vibrating wand at the opening of her sex by tapping to her left thigh. Set on medium-low, the wand excited her, caused her juices to flow, but did not vibrate hard enough for her to cum. Annabella’s body quivered and shook. She tried to hump the Hitachi, but her bonds only allowed her tiny movement. The movement that she was able to do caused her breasts to wiggle transferring the motion to the swinging weights pulling on her nipples. The pain was her pleasure, while the unreachable orgasm was her torment.
Annabella would also scream in frustration, but Heather denied her even that by securing a large ball gag deeply in her mouth. Drool ran out the sides and down her chin while her pussy leaked her juices.
The whole scene was videotaped.
“Now who could that be? I guess I had better go find out. I will be back as soon as I can. Why don’t you relax and enjoy yourself while I am gone? “Heather said as she left the back room and closed the heavy door behind her.
The doorbell rang a second time, and Heather called out, “I’m coming.” Reaching the door, she looked out the window on the side and saw that it was Annabella’s teenage daughter Aimee.
Annabella opened the front door, “Aimee!” Stepped forward and gave her one of those fake girlfriend hugs.
“Hi, Mrs. Ballard, sorry to bother you, but have you seen…”
“Oh please, Mrs. Ballard makes me seem so old, please call me Heather, and come on in.” Heather said, turning and walking into her living room, leaving the teen standing at the door.
Aimee, not knowing what to do, followed her into the house, closing the door behind her as she scrambled to catch up. “I was looking for my mom.”
“Have a seat on the couch; I’ll be right there.” Heather answered, ignoring her question as if she did not hear it.
Aimee sat down on the couch and waiting for Heather to turn her attention back to her. She watched as Heather poured something at the bar in the living room. She turned and moved towards the couch with two wine glasses in her hands. Walking over to the couch, she sat down next to Aimee and handed her one of the glasses.
“I don’t think I should drink, and my mom might find out.”
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