Put Me In a Skirt and Hurt Me: The Strictly Lesbian Adventures of Mistress Sophia (16 page)

26

S
OPHIA PLAYED THE MESSAGE
for the eighteenth time.

“It’s Mrs. Pea, dear. I will be at Happy Betty’s at 5:30 on Thursday.”

Sophia wouldn’t be late this time. It was time to see how this game would be played.

She’d like to wallow all day in the details of the upcoming meeting, but she had other things to tend to. Willow was still in the chastity belt and it had now been several days. It was time to have her over and remove the belt for good. She put in a quick call and set up a session for that evening. She was looking forward to it. Hearing from Mrs. Pea had sexed her up and she needed a good release.

She’d decided to fuck Willow with the double dildo.

She went into the bedroom and stripped the bed, replacing her 800-thread count cotton with black rubber sheets. She pulled out the industrial bottle of lube and filled a four-ounce bottle to the brim. She rummaged around in the dildo drawer for the blue Feeldoe Slim and her favorite harness. She would slip the four-inch end inside and fuck Willow with the seven-inch cock-replica end. She rarely used the bullet vibe feature. She preferred to draw things out and too much stimulation shortened the play. She grabbed some nice fluffy hand towels out of the cupboard and placed them on the nightstand. Her underwear drawer offered several enticing options. She chose black leather pasties. Since she’d be wearing a harness tonight there’d be no need for panties. Black thigh-high fetish boots with five-inch heels rounded out the look. She laid it all out on the bed.

She went into the kitchen and poured a bowl of Kellogg’s Frosted Flakes. It was one of her many guilty pleasures, like the sweatpants and sweatshirt and her Sudoku addiction. Dommes, like vampires, had a certain aura to portray and Frosted Flakes really didn’t fit into that. She opened the fridge and looked around.
Damn! Out of regular and almond milk.
She grabbed the half-and-half and shook the container gently, then poured some over her flakes. She sat at the dining table, reading the morning paper and munching away.

Willow presented her closing arguments, won the case, and threw her paperwork into her briefcase.

She left for her place directly from the courthouse. After showering and applying powder under her breasts and arms, she spritzed herself with a little Chanel Number 5, wiggled into a mesh long-sleeved scoop neck top and a black Versace pencil skirt, topping it off with a pair of Manolos. No bra, no underwear—just the chastity belt.

She wore the same Chinese style coat that she wore last time and headed for Mistress Sophia’s.

Sophia greeted her at the door, and as before had her drop her coat to reveal the pleasures beneath it. She sent Willow to the bedroom with instructions while she retreated to the living room for a drink and to read a bit. After forty-five minutes or so, Sophia strolled back to the bedroom.

Willow straddled a straight-back chair facing backward so her back was fully exposed. She’d taken off the top and skirt. Sophia pulled a mini flogger out of a drawer and began to stroke Willow softly with it. She shivered with each pass of the leather strands on her back. The strokes became stronger and Willow had to remember to breathe deeply. She so enjoyed that special place between pleasure and pain, that zone where the sting and the bite caused a wince and a sigh as the endorphins kicked in and electric pulses of pleasure coursed from her neck to her tailbone, radiating from the slice of the leather out and downward to her pussy. She could feel her lips swelling already, feel the wetness building as Sophia used the whip.

Willow’s skin was pinking up beautifully, her ass rising slightly—nearly imperceptibly—off the chair as each blow landed.

Sophia put the flogger away.

“Stand.”

Willow stood and waited.

Sophia walked to the bed and lay down. She opened her fist to reveal the key to the chastity belt.

“I’m debating whether to take you out of that thing or not.”

Willow stood and waited.

“Come to me.”

Willow approached the bed and stood next to it.

Sophia reached up and began massaging Willow’s breasts. Then she grabbed them hard and pulled Willow to her.

“Do not disobey me,” she whispered into Willow’s ear.

Willow didn’t move a muscle. She waited. She murmured, “Yes, Mistress.” And she waited.

“You displease me tonight!” Sophia spit out. She unlocked the chastity belt and threw it on the bed. “Go kneel over there.”

Willow went and knelt, not knowing what she had or hadn’t done to make her mistress angry.

Sophia pondered the moment. She had thought she would enjoy seeing Willow again in her chastity belt, enjoy whipping that silky vulnerable back, enjoy playing roughly with the girl’s tits, biting her cunt lips, fucking her with the double cock. But now she was bored—unmoved and unexcited. Abruptly, she got off the bed and went back out to the living room. She opened her Mac and pulled up a storefront for bondage and lingerie and began perusing the photos. She reached down to her pussy and fondled her lips and her clit. Pictures of cupless bras always seemed to bring a rush to Sophia and tonight was no exception. She scanned page after page of gorgeous women in cupless bras feeling a slight tingling in her pussy. She shut down the Mac and went back to the bedroom. She picked up the harness and fastened it quickly around her, then she reached for the Feeldoe Slim and lubed up the smaller end. She inserted it into the harness and deeply into her pussy, then approached the kneeling girl.

“On the bed, now. On your hands and knees.”

Willow obeyed, spreading her legs wide and lifting her ass into the air.

Sophia lubed up the seven-inch end and moved it between Willow’s thighs. Through years of practice and vaginal calisthenics, she kept the four-inch end clutched inside her pussy. She pushed the dildo up against Willow’s lips, moved it back and forth slightly, then side to side. Then she tucked the tip up inside Willow and moved her hips very very slowly so the tip entered and exited Willow’s hungry pussy. Over and over, Sophia let the tip slide in and out. She watched as the girl’s lips wrapped around the cock tip, clung to it, and then released. Willow’s lips grew slicker and more full as the slow fuck continued. Sophia knew Willow wanted the whole cock in her now, knew she was starved for a hard fuck, so she continued to use only the tip, back and forth, rocking gently, almost absentmindedly.

Oh, fucking A ... jam it in me, come on ... Oh, Sweet Jesus…

Sophia continued her slow mini fuck for five more minutes, then, when she herself was nearly loopy with desire (the other end of the dildo had been doing a steady slow dance deep inside her own pussy), she finally slid the dildo in deeper. Then the strokes were deep and long and deep and long until Sophia started fucking faster and shallower. She stoked Willow’s pussy with the dildo—hard, hard, hard, soft, soft, soft, hard, soft, hard-hard, soft. Willow, not knowing what was coming next, wanted it all, wanted to be fucked hard and deep, wanted to be fucked shallow and superfast, wanted to be fucked with just the tip. Opening up to it, her pussy wider than Sophia had ever seen it before, Willow’s cunt looked—how could Sophia put it?—greedy, no
insatiable
. Sophia pulled the dildo out and thrust four fingers in.

“Fuck my hand.”

Willow didn’t need to hear more. Her hips bucked wildly, sucking the fingers up inside her cunt and pounding hard against Sophia’s hand. Sophia placed her other hand on the girl’s ass and said, “Wait.”

Willow stopped.

Sophia pulled out her fingers, added some lube, then began again—her entire hand disappearing inside the girl. Willow rocked back and forth, not as wildly but just as deeply, pulling Sophia up inside her, feeling Mistress Sophia’s fist as it subtly moved and twisted. She was in heaven.

“Ooooohhhhhh ... ooooooohhhhhh ... oooohhhhh, Mistress! Oooooohhhhh, yes, yes, please!”

Sophia thought about pulling out her hand, punishing Willow for speaking, but now she was turned on too. She brought her other hand around to stroke Willow’s clit.

Willow’s head exploded with an electric charge as her pussy took the punishment of Mistress Sophia’s fist. Her entire body strummed with tension. Sophia continued to prod Willow’s clit, her expert hand knowing precisely how and where to apply pressure. Willow raised up, up, up to meet the hand, the sensations magnifying until she reached her peak, her entire body shaking, shoving, quaking as the rapture cascaded in her brain. A loud, almost painful, wail escaped her as she crashed forward against the bed, and the orgasm threw her up and out into the abyss.

Sophia grabbed the seven-inch dildo and began pushing and pulling it, the four-inch end massaging the walls of her cunt, grinding into her. She jerked it rapidly and felt the raw pressure of the climax rising in her head, in her stomach, in her pussy. She reached around, shoved her finger into her own asshole, and began fucking herself—now, near the pinnacle of release, now the fingers working faster, more erratically as she lost control, pumping herself with both hands as the climax took over and sent her flying up to the heavens.

Sophia had Willow draw a bath for her, then sent her home.

27

“P
ORSCHE! PORSCHE! ... JANE DOE!”

Porsche scurried along the sidewalk, ignoring the calls of Sister Alice.

Goddamn nun! God damn it! Shut up!

Sister Alice continued to follow Porsche for another block, calling her name and waving wildly until she finally gave up and turned around and headed back the way she’d come.

Porsche turned a corner and leaned against the wall.

Finally!

She turned and walked another block to her destination: Barney’s.

I’m only going to check out the SALE racks ...

Edna reclined in her bed, plump white pillows behind her, her knees up, her hands clasped behind her head, biting her lips, trying to hide how tickled she was.

Lorraine—her Jersey girl— peered at Madame Unjeu’s pussy. She nervously massaged Madame’s thighs while working up the courage to put her tongue somewhere.

“Oh, baby,” Lorraine croaked out weakly. “You turn me on.”

Edna sat up a bit, grabbed hold of Lorraine’s ears, and pulled her head down. “Just treat me like a piece of gum—I mean,
an ice cream cone
—and you’ll do fine.”

Lorraine’s mouth and nose brushed against Madame’s sizable bush and she started to freak, backing away.

“Don’t fear the bush, baby. Don’t fear it. Give me a little taste.”

Lorraine steeled herself and dove in quickly before she could stop herself. Her tongue darted out and gave a little press to Madame’s formidable lips. She felt the tingle in her own pussy immediately. She licked again. And again.

Edna moaned her approval.

Porsche hummed merrily as she tried on a few pairs of shoes, choosing a pair of silver Alexander Wangs and Roberto del Carlo t-strap sandals. Neither on sale.

The sale stuff is all picked over. What can I do? And I have enough pants and skirts. I don’t even need to LOOK at those. But blouses ... well, I really could use a few more blouses.

She couldn’t resist the Balenciaga German Shepherd sweater.

$925 Fuck ... well, that’s half the price of the Prabal Gurung feather top so if I put that back ...

She added a Rick Owens cowl neck pullover to her stack and headed for the cash register.