Jodie's Slaves Part Four - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Four

... had to earn it so I cut the aftercare short.

“ I just decided something. I’m doing this to your mom for you and really getting into the headspace of being a Mistress,” I said as I knelt and leaned over her to untie one of her hands.

“Here is the deal now. We are best friends and we are lovers and that is always the most important thing. We are partners in what we are doing to your Mom. You...We really do need to know what it is we are doing to her. We need to know how it feels and how far we can go. One of the things I’m going to do is make her get me off like a sex slave should be made to do, whenever I want.” She was excited by that. Very excited, but then she thought again and realized what I must be saying. She knew what was coming. That wide eyed Oh fuck! Look was one of my favorite things...especially on such an innocent face.

I got off the bed briefly and returned with the little leather pussy rubber/slapper I had made. I then propped her head up on a pillow to get her in the perfect pussy licking position as she looked up at me with such a deer in the headlights look. With those cute round cheeks and pouty lips she is truly one of prettiest girls I have ever known.

I turned to get into a 69 over her face I paused and winked at a cam she still had no idea was running in one of my silly old stuffed animals I had put one into. Even our little tent of secrets was part of my developing plan.

“Don’t freak out. It is nothing we have not done before,” I ...

... assured her, “But with a twist. Now, my little doll, you will take your hand and mouth and do with them exactly what I tell you. If you do it properly I will tell you and make you feel good, too. If you mess up or give up, I will hurt you. Not bad...I know you are not your Mom...but a little, just so we know what might be going on in her head. Now, take your first two fingers and slide them slowly into my pussy.” Every move she made I mirrored her and every time she faltered I would use the slapper. She was so wild to cum and chagrined from the punishments she really did not know what we were doing by the time we were only half done.

I spent the next hour over Julie’s face. Sometimes praising her and rubbing her pussy and dripping spit on her tender, puffy excited nipples to give her sensual delights far beyond her limited experience. Other times I made her strain her neck or lick until she could no more and punished her mildly for it with swats from the crop to her legs, belly, breasts or pussy. She really hated slaps to her breasts, but the ones to her pussy heightened her arousal each time.

Most of the pussy fingering and licking lesson was straight forward but near the end I put visions of Barb in her head. Visions of mom being the one she was licking and the one tied down and licking her. Not yet of me being the one to make them do it. She would go there without me needing to say it.

“ That's it! Yes ...oh yess ...press mommy’s clit ...mmm ...nghh ...ah ahh ahhh. ...