Put Me In a Skirt and Hurt Me: The Strictly Lesbian Adventures of Mistress Sophia (9 page)

“Do you like that? Do you like being fucked hard?”

“Yes, Mistress!” Tears of joy cascaded down Willow’s cheeks. She was in heaven.

“Move your hips when I fuck you. Slam against this cock. Do it now.”

Willow flung her hips up and back and up and back in rhythm with the dildo.

“Oh ... ” Willow said, then halted.

“Say it! Tell me how it feels!”

“It feels ... so good. SO GOOD. OH, FUCK! OH, FUCK ME, MISTRESS SOPHIA! FUCK ME SOOOOO GOOOOOD. SHOVE IT UP ME! OH, GOD, YES!”

Sophia stopped immediately.

Willow fell back. Tense with hope.

“Good girl.”

Willow lay still, her pussy throbbing with some pain and a huge amount of pleasure. Her mind throbbed ...
Oh, please! Oh, please! Oh, please!

Sophia strode jauntily over to Porsche, who had craftily adjusted her blindfold so she could just catch a glimpse of Willow in the orange chair. She’d watched Sophia fucking Willow with a mixture of envy and delight, as her glistening pussy revealed.

Sophia held a small pair of scissors. She snipped off the tissue thin panties and immediately began massaging Porsche’s slick lips with the palm of her hand. Putting down the scissors, she brought her other hand up, slipped two fingers into Porsche and began rocking them back and forth; finger-fucking the girl in a slow gentle motion.

Porsche lay immobile, but as tense as a wire.

Sophia whispered into her ear, “Did you enjoy watching me fuck Willow? Do you want a big cock inside you too?” She inserted a third finger and continued the gentle fuck. “Would that make you one happy little girl?” Then four. “How about it? You want more?” Then her entire hand, as Porsche opened up to accept her. The fistfuck continued at a slow, leisurely pace. Porsche was unable to stop herself from moaning with pleasure as she felt Sophia inside her, filling her, the fingers wiggling ever so slightly, ever so gently, making every nerve-ending pulse with glee.

Sophia removed her hand slowly and moved up to Porsche’s face. Sophia’s lips opened as she engulfed the ball gag. She held her lips against Porsche’s until they quivered.

Sophia returned to Willow and, once again, without delay began fucking her with the dildo. She reached down and pinched Willow’s right nipple then her left. Willow whimpered with joy. The pain felt so good, she never wanted Sophia to stop. Sophia plunged the dildo in and out, watching her sub’s reaction as the dildo was inserted, pulled out and inserted again, the pink flesh swallowing the dildo over and over, the tap pants soaked, clinging to her thigh, her pussy exposed. Sophia pulled two nipple clamps from a little pocket in her dress, shoved Willow’s bra up, and clamped first one and then the other onto Willow’s sweet little nips. When Sophia pushed the cock in hard again, Willow could hold on no longer. Her entire body spasmed, rocking out of the chair and back, as the climax hit her with the force of a moving car.

“OmagodomagodomamamaGOOOOOODDDDD.”

Sophia left her to go to Porsche. She brought out another dildo, a smaller red one, and lubed it up. Without preamble, she jammed it up Porsche’s ass and, to her surprise, the girl immediately gushed, lifting herself up off the pillow, up off the table until she was holding herself by her heels and head. She jerked and shook for nearly a minute before falling back against the table with a bang.

Sophia smiled with satisfaction.

“Willow. Porsche. Get dressed and leave me now. Both of you disappoint. I gave no permission for release. There was so much more to this evening ... and now you’ve both ruined it with your lack of control. Get dressed and leave.” Sophia sashayed out of the room, entirely pleased.

Willow and Porsche removed their headgear and looked across the room at each other with saucer eyes.

“Holy Mother of God,” Porsche breathed.

Willow gasped and giggled a little then put her hand to her pussy. “I’ll be feeling this for a week!”

Both women got up slowly and grappled with their clothes, then ran for the door and shut it gently behind them.

Porsche was bewildered. She felt used, cheap, and totally fucking awesome. She glanced at Willow who just looked shell-shocked.

“You OK?” Porsche whispered.

“I’m ... blissed out,” Willow whispered back.

Porsche didn’t even ask to stay at Willow’s. A shift had occurred. Porsche understood now that what Sophia offered Willow was way beyond Porsche’s ability to provide. Now she had to figure out if she wanted to be another one of Sophia’s stable of subs or if she needed to get out of the lifestyle before she lost herself in it completely.

Out on the street Porsche breathed in the crisp air. She walked down the block, gazing across the street, taking the occasional glimpse into a townhouse window, a man bouncing on his couch cheering as his team scored, a woman yelling at her teenage daughter who stood with her arms on her hips and her face fierce, an empty dining room blazing with lights. The rows of bare cypress trees that lined the streets resembled sentries on duty. For some reason, all these things made Porsche even sadder.

Willow walked gingerly to her shower and climbed in. She let the water cascade over her nipples, which still carried the indentation of the clamps, and over her oh-so-sore pussy. Her lips felt like they were on fire. She gently soaped up her body, slipping a finger into her pussy then out and in again to recreate the feeling she’d experienced at Sophia’s. Mistress Sophia’s. She leaned against the shower wall and gently fucked herself, barely able to take the pain she relished.

What an odd girl I am,
she thought as the climax covered her like a cloak. She slid to the floor of the shower and let the water wash over her.

“What a waste of great lingerie! They didn’t even last long enough to see it!” Sophia chuckled. “I am GOOD.”
Next time I’ll make them wait. But it was perfect. They were at my command.
She was Mistress again and felt the power of that position flowing through her like a drug. She stretched out on her bed, rolled to one side then the other, and then stretched again. She purred like a kitten, then her thoughts turned to pleasuring herself. She petted her bush a half dozen times as she contemplated which of her toys she would use on herself, but before she could put thought into action, the phone rang.

“Hello!” she said gaily.

“Hello, dear, I hope you don’t mind me calling you at home but I was just thinking about you ... ”

The color drained from Sophia’s face. It was the voice of Mrs. Pea.

15

“D
EAR? ARE YOU THERE?”

“Yes ... ” She spoke in a little girl’s whisper. Then Sophia bit her lip and swung herself into a sitting position. “Yes. What can I do for you?” Stronger.

“I really enjoyed this little pair of frillies you gave me, but the stink has worn off them, dear, and I was wondering if I might obtain another pair of your little delicate panties to sniff at my leisure. Shall we meet?”

Sophia’s mind was racing. She desperately wanted to meet Mrs. Pea again but she knew she didn’t want to fall back into the confusion that had so engulfed her the last time.

“Dear?”

“Yes, yes. I’ll meet you.”

“Let’s make it the same place, shall we? Tuesday at, oh, let’s say…5:30.”

“5 will work better for me.” Sophia tried for equal footing.

Mrs. Pea chuckled. “5:30 is when I’ll be there. You do what you will.”

The phone went dead. Sophia stared down at it, then threw it across the room.

“Next!” Porsche called out, surly as hell. God, she was sick of the smell of coffee.

“A double cap mach.”

“Double cap mach. $3.95.”

The customer handed her four ones, then dropped the nickel change in the tip jar and walked away.

“Oh, thanks a lot! The college fund is ensured now, moron,” Porsche muttered.

Her phone vibrated in her pocket. She whipped it out and checked the screen. Willow. Again. Willow had called half a dozen times in the last two days but Porsche ignored the calls. She loved Willow. At least, sometimes she thought she did. No, she did love her. But she was stung by the realization that she couldn’t replace Sophia. Willow would always want and need Sophia in her life. Porsche would never be enough. She wasn’t ready to be an addendum to Willow’s sex life. She wasn’t willing to share that little pussy with Sophia. If she couldn’t be Willow’s one-and-only, she didn’t want to be her anything, certainly not her friend—at least, not yet. She was embarrassed to tell Willow all this, so she just ignored her calls.

Willow looked at her cell phone, held it up to her ear again, then sighed and hung up. She’d already left a bunch of messages for Porsche; she was tired of saying the same thing over and over. The last session at Sophia’s had been awesome. It had been exactly what Willow had needed. She knew her place, knew with all her heart that she belonged to Sophia and that the dalliance with Porsche was over. She needed to devote herself to her mistress. She didn’t need the relationship with Porsche, but she desperately needed to be Sophia’s sub. She hoped Porsche would understand. She’d have to, after their last session with Sophia, wouldn’t she? How could she not? And hadn’t Porsche been just as affected as Willow had been? Wouldn’t Porsche be a willing sub to Mistress Sophia now too? Of course, if Willow was being honest with herself, she hoped Porsche wouldn’t be returning to Mistress Sophia’s. She wanted Sophia all to herself. But she wanted to end things with Porsche ... right. She wanted ... well, she wanted Porsche to still like her, as silly as that sounded. She didn’t want bad blood between them. Couldn’t they be friends?

Besides Porsche still had a $200 belt of hers.

She dropped her phone in her purse and went back to reading the legal brief in front of her.

Sophia called Tommy.

“She called.”

“Who?” Tommy cradled the phone against her ear as she spooned a mouthful of bread pudding into her mouth. “I’m making bread pudding.”

“Mrs. Pea ... and when you are done laughing ... Tommy ... when you are done ... WHEN YOU ARE DONE LAUGHING…”

“All right. All right. I…whew, I have control. There’s bread pudding on the ceiling though. So, she called!”

“Yes, and she wants me to meet her. Tommy, you have to help me. I ... You and I have known each other a long time. What the hell has happened to me? I refuse to let this woman turn me into some horny woozy-ass teenager.”

“I see.”

“I mean it, Tommy. What the fuck? You know me. What do you think is going on?”

“I think the Lady Dominatrix wants a little time off and might want to be that horny out of control teenager, that’s what I think.”

“No!”

“No?”

“No. That’s definitely not it.”

“Uh huh. Well, I gotta go.”

“No! Help me!”

“Well, sweet thing, you asked me my opinion. I gave it to you. You totally discounted it. So ... ”

“I’m sorry. I just ... do you really think I want to be a SUB? Oh, my God.”

“Honey, everyone wants to be a dom sometimes and everyone wants to be a sub sometimes. And if not, they should. It’s yin and yang, baby. Now you are totally the Mistress of all domi mistresses. Known in her community. The grand dame. Famous in many ways and for good reason. But everybody has a Sunday, know what I mean? Everyone wants to take a holiday now and then. Your holiday is Mrs. Pea and becoming a total mush ball in front of her. Didn’t you say you were dripping wet from the experience? And for some time afterward? Now I know you, you used to get like that when you had a sub underfoot, but lately ... well, I’ve noticed that it was getting to be a little routine, and you weren’t getting as turned on. Am I right?”