Jodie's Slaves Part Two - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part Two

... proportions so well that it made more endowed women look overblown and obvious. She was a perfect Goddess and I let my fingers trail over her skin here and there as I undressed her...not too often or too obviously. I didn’t want her to notice and make me stop.

I felt like the luckiest woman alive to have such an incredibly beautiful young woman as my Mistress. Kneeling at her feet as I looked up at her sexy nude body. I was in love with every inch and curve of it.

She tossed the bag at me. “Now dress me,” the Goddess said calmly.

I Started with the vinyl thong, holding it out for her to step into. She spread her legs so I could work them up and over the hips. I spent loving moments making sure they were just right. There was a tap on my shoulder and the crop pointed to the bag.

“Corset now. We don't have all day.” There was an edge to her voice that didn’t bode well if I didn’t hurry up. The shiny black leather corset had ample cleavage and pulled Julie’s breasts together just the right amount once it was properly tightened. The sleek vinyl stockings came next and were the perfect length for Jodi’s great legs. The black 5 inch strappy heels were almost heartbreaking, they were so sexy on her perfect feet. I wanted to beg to kiss them but her impatience forbade even the attempt..

Jodi

We were face to face when my slave slid the sexy black vinyl gloves up my arms . I loved the way all that vinyl felt on my body. I towered over her in the tall heels...and I ...

... loved the way that felt too. She had never looked as weak and small as she did just then. She was humbled and she was reveling in it. My toy's breath was getting rapid and shallow as she stood before her Mistress in all her statuesque glory.

This was the moment I had been working up to. My toy Barb was now willing to accept her fate. She would suffer to feed my obsession with inflicting sexual pain and seeing the weakest moments of humiliation and she would enjoy it. Seeing, tasting, savoring her tears of anguish and distress, hearing her pitiful cries and gagged begging was the new music that fueled my passions. Oh, how my toy was going to whimper, beg and cry! She was going to suffer for my pleasure...and hers.

I lifted Toy’s chin with the tip of the crop until our eyes locked.

“Very good my little sex toy,” I praised, leaning in to kiss her. She tasted excitement...and fear...my favorite flavor! I broke the kiss too soon, knowing she wanted more. Soon, Pet, there will be more soon, I thought, letting a slightly cruel smile play across my lips at her disappointed expression.

“ There will be time for kisses later, you greedy little thing,” I admonished. Her expression quickly changed, flooding her face with the fear that was so beautiful on her.

“Now, I am going to punish you for being such a pathetic, sick, needy slut who would let a thing like this happen to her. You are a sick lesbian pedophile who lusts after teenage girls. Worse, you lust after your step ...