First Time Mistress and Slave

For a few minutes Jane heard nothing, although she had the impression that Fran was standing directly behind her, contemplating Jane's naked bottom. She hoped so, oh, how she hoped so! She knelt there, half enjoying the pleasure of her humiliating position and half waiting for the chastisement she longed for.

Slap!

Fran's hand landed without warning, sending a hot sting of pain through the left cheek of her bottom. Even though she was expecting it the blow came as a shock and Jane was unable to stop herself from crying out, a sharp gasp of surprise and hurt.

Fran ran her hand briefly around Jane's bottom before lifting it away, making Jane tense in anticipation. She waited for the next slap. It was not a long delay, only a few seconds, but it was long enough for Jane to feel trepidation bordering on delicious fear.

Slap!

This time it was her right buttock that was punished, a sudden flare of pain delivered by Fran's descending palm. She was caught out again, gasping from the sudden sting and jerking forward against the bed in an instinctive effort to avoid the abuse. The hand stroked her bottom once more, straying over both cheeks this time, fondling and massaging gently in complete denial of its violence before lifting away with ominous abruptness. The contrast made Jane shiver with sensuous expectation.

Slap! Slap!

Two blows came one after the other, taking Jane by surprise once more and making her cry out, a short sharp cry that now had more to do with pleasure than pain. Again Fran's hand remained in contact with Jane's bottom, but this time rested stationary on the soft warm skin of her bottom. She waited for it to fondle her again, hoping for more intimacy, but this time she was denied and the hand lifted away.

Then once again Fran surprised her slave. Instead of her hand landing in a hard smack against Jane's bottom it was placed quietly and gently back on her buttock, this time stroking and caressing the tender flesh while working its way slowly towards her crack. Jane held her breath, waiting for Fran to touch her, but then just as Fran's fingertips came tantalisingly close to her anus, they lifted away once more. Jane breathed out in beautiful frustration.

Slap! Slap!

Another two blows delivered in quick succession to each side. This time Jane didn't cry out loud, she just moaned softly deep in her throat. The spanking was making her bottom glow, a warm friendly glow that was spreading from her bottom to her pussy and bringing back the earlier possibility of orgasm. She kept her face down against the mattress in case Fran could read her enjoyment and stopped her punishment.

"Slap!"

A sudden, unexpected single smack that landed hard across both cheeks and made Jane grip the bed sheet in sudden pain. It was harder than before; harder and nicer, so nice that Jane could almost feel her juices flow in response. Jane wondered if Fran was aware of the effect she was having, for her hand didn't run over her buttocks this time. Instead it dipped straight between her cheeks, sliding down to her arse, where two fingertips circled her rear entrance as if threatening to invade before moving on to find her wet and gaping pussy.

"Do you know now who is in charge?" Fran's voice was firm but not aggressive, the voice of someone confident of their authority.

"Yes, Mistress." Jane was thrilled with Fran's new power.

"You will seek permission before you take any action. But I will do to you as I wish."

To underline her point Fran pushed forward with the fingers that had been hovering at the entrance to Jane's vagina, thrusting them deep into her before pulling them out just to ram them back into the sopping wet tunnel.

"Do you understand?"

Jane had to gather her thoughts and fight back the waves of pleasure before she could answer coherently.

"Yes, Mistress." The answer came in a tight breathless voice.

"Good, then we will carry on from where we left off." The tone of voice left no doubt where the fault lay.

Fran climbed back onto the bed and insinuated herself back in front of Jane, returning to the two women to the position they had been in before.

"You may continue." She told Jane. "And you may touch my breasts if you so wish."

"Thank you, Mistress." Jane squirmed forward and opened her mouth, lining herself up with Fran's beautiful pussy. It was, she noticed, considerably wetter than before. Jane wasn't the only one to take pleasure from the discipline.

"But make sure I cum soon." Fran warned her. "You must make up for the interruption you caused."

"Yes, Mistress."

This time there was no hesitation. Jane drew Fran's clitoris into her mouth between and held it between her lips while flicking the engorged tip with her tongue. She felt Fran tense from the sensation and heard her gasp with pleasure. Now she squeezed and fondled Fran's breasts, playing with them, mauling them, gripping them tightly while all the time continuing her assault on her Mistress's pussy. Fran continued to gasp and moan, gyrating her hips slightly and pushing herself at Jane's mouth. Jane wasn't sure which of them was enjoying it most.

It wasn't long before Fran reached down and entwined her fingers in Jane's long blonde locks, gripping her hair tightly and sometimes using it to pull her mouth hard up against her pussy. Jane responded by shaking her head from side to side, rubbing her face into Fran's labia at the same time as licking and sucking her pussy with renewed enthusiasm. Both women were now moaning and grunting with arousal, Fran from what was being done to her and Jane from what she was being commanded to do. The fact that she was being made to do these things somehow freeing Jane from any moral guilt and allowing her to enjoy breaking taboos.

Jane alternated between Fran's vagina and her clitoris, probing and lapping at her tunnel, sucking in her fluids and swallowing them before going further up to bite and nibble at her clit, nipping it between lip covered teeth and extending it until it snapped free from her grip. Each time that happened Fran shuddered with pleasure and groaned loudly, until after one particularly loud reaction she changed Jane's instructions.

"Now just lick my clit. Don't do anything else, just lick my clit hard and fast." There was erotic urgency in her voice, especially when she added. "And pull my nipples."

Jane did exactly as she was told, sending the tip of her tongue scudding over the surface of Fran's little clit, flicking it around as she did so and pulling on her engorged nipples so that her Mistress's pert little breasts stood proud of her body.

"That's it, keep going." Fran told Jane, her hips beginning to twitch and her knuckles showing white where they were tangled in Jane's hair.

Jane kept up her efforts, being rewarded by ecstatic little groans from Fran, until eventually her Mistress lifted her pelvis from the bed, pushed herself hard against Jane's mouth and let out a series of gasping sounds as her climax finally hit her. Jane smiled with delight into the privacy of Fran's pussy, pleased beyond words at having been able to satisfy her Mistress, as she kept licking more and more gently as Fran came down from her orgasmic high until she eventually stopped moving and just lay with her head between Fran's legs.

It was a little while before Fran got her breath back well enough to speak.

"That was well done, my pet. Now let's see what else you can do."

The compliment pleased Jane inordinately. She felt disproportionate pleasure in satisfying her new Mistress's needs, especially as she had yet to cum herself, a fact that she had almost forgotten.

Fran wriggled slightly back along the bed to free herself from Jane's arms, and then swung her legs right back, holding them wide apart with her hands to completely expose her pussy and her anus. Both were shining wet with the juice from her recent orgasm. Looking down between her own legs Fran gave her slave her new orders.

"Now lick my arse."

Normally Jane would not have even dreamt of doing any such thing, but her Mistress giving her such an instruction seemed quite all right, even welcome. She pushed herself forward and presented her tongue to Fran's anus.

Jane didn't know what to expect from such intimate contact, but she was pleasantly surprised to find no unpleasantness about it. No unwholesome flavours or smells, just a warm soft puckered entrance that tasted of pussy juice from their previous fun. Jane licked around the entrance and then probed tentatively at Fran's rosebud as if seeking entrance.

"That's it. Push your tongue in." Fran told her, consenting to Jane's invasion.

Jane licked and pushed, but although she managed to get just the very tip of her tongue into Fran's sphincter, she wasn't able to penetrate her anus with her tongue, much as both women perversely wanted it.

"Try harder." Fran instructed her, reaching down around the back of her legs to hold her bottom open and help stretch her anus. But it was to no avail. Eventually both women gave up and Fran let Jane simply lick and lap at her arse with her tongue just exploring as far as it could.

"That's enough."

Fran called it a day and moved on, climbing from the bed to stand looking down at Jane, her body still pink and shiny from her orgasm. Jane waited patiently to be told what to do next, pleased to have been able to perform what many people would have considered a distasteful and humiliating task.

"Take my place on the bed."

Jane stood, wincing from the effects of kneeling for so long, climbed onto the bed and lay flat on her back, wondering what was coming next.

"Open your legs, I wish to see your cunt."

Jane thrilled at the instruction, pleased that Fran wanted to see her body and happy to show herself off to her Mistress. She opened her legs wide, bending her knees to give Fran an unrestricted view.

Fran stared at Jane's pussy for what seemed like ages before she spoke again.

"I am going to go down on you." She told a delighted Jane. "But I want it to be clear that this is for my enjoyment and not for yours. You do not have my permission to cum and you must resist doing so. You know what will happen if you fail."

The last was a statement rather than a question, but Jane meekly answered anyway.

"Yes Mistress."

Jane knew that Fran wanted to try oral sex with her, she had said as much when they had been arranging today, but what she had not thought of was her Mistress denying her permission to cum from it. She wasn't quite sure what she thought of that. On the one hand she was thrilled at the idea of having to overrule -- if she could -- her urge to cum and what might happen if she failed, and on the other hand she was frustrated at the thought of not enjoying a full orgasm from Fran's mouth. The only thing she was sure of was that she was content to be under Fran's full control and would do her very best to carry out her instructions.

"Spread yourself for me."

Jane did as she was told, using the forefinger of each hand to push her labia out of the way of Fran's mouth, and then lay back to try and control her heightened arousal. Fran didn't hesitate in the same way that Jane had; she just planted her mouth fully over Jane's pussy and immediately thrust her tongue into her slave's vagina. Jane gasped from the thrill of it, gritting her teeth in an effort not to respond.

Several times Jane felt Fran's probing tongue enter her and then pull out as it tasted her juices. Then she felt it pulled free and placed flat against her pussy to lick her entire slit in a long dog-like stroke. Jane knew immediately that Fran was deliberately trying to turn her on, to force her to disobey her order not to cum, but she didn't mind. It was enough that Fran intended to make her cum; the discipline that would surely follow would be a bonus. Even so, she tried hard to control her body as Fran repeated that long languid tonguing of her pussy time and again. But, no matter how much she attempted to hold it back, she knew that an orgasm was inevitable unless Fran called a halt.

"Mistress, please, I can't hold back much longer." Jane pleaded for a respite.

Jane expected Fran to respond by doing even more to precipitate the punishable climax, but she was wrong. Fran raised her head and looked coldly up the length of Jane's body to deliver a rebuke.

"You will need to learn a little more self control if you are to be my slave."

Jane immediately and happily picked up on the implication that this would not be their last session while wondering how she was to learn sufficient control to warrant it.

"Wait there. Do not move." Fran got to her feet and padded around to the dressing table and her collection of 'goodies', and Jane lay motionless with her legs still wide apart.

Fran took something from the dressing table and came back to the bed, standing alongside Jane and gazing down at her apprehensive expression.

"Put these on. As tight as you can stand."

'These' were a pair of silver nipple clamps, little rings with a knurled screw passing through the top and having a teardrop shaped weight hanging beneath.

Jane reached up, partly fascinated and partly in dread of the little gadgets that Fran placed in her palm. She looked down her heaving chest to her breasts, where her hard and elongated nipples seemed to invite the clamps. A little clumsily at first, she set about threading a nipples into the ring and then, taking a deep breath, she began to tighten the little silver screw until she could feel it biting into her tender flesh. The nipple hurt cruelly as the screw pressed it against the inside of the clamp.

She let her breast become accustomed to the first one while she fastened the second one to her other nipple, tightening that one until it squeezed her nipple as tightly as the first.

"Very good. Now tighten them up."

Jane had thought them to be tight and she blanched at the prospect of tightening them further, but she obediently screwed each one harder onto her nipple until she was breathing heavily from the pain in her abused buttons.

"Is that as tight as you can bear?" Fran asked.

"Yes, Mistress."

Fran looked at the clamps and then without comment reached forward to tighten each one a further quarter turn. Jane gasped loudly, clenching her fists and wriggling against the hurt.

"Lie still. You must learn to control your body."

Fran stood and watched while Jane did her best to obey; forcing her mind to accept the discomfort and let her muscles relax. Finally she was satisfied and she turned back to the dressing table and out of Jane's view.

Jane closed her eyes and concentrated on herself, until after a minute or so the throbbing in her breasts became first tolerable and then welcome, giving her a sense of triumph and power. She still felt incredibly horny and was sure that her pussy gaped as wide as her legs, triumphantly showing her Mistress that she could take and enjoy anything that would give Fran pleasure. Smiling to herself, she just lay and waited, eager now to go the next step in her serfdom, whatever that entailed.

"Open your eyes and take the silly smile from your face."

Jane looked in the direction of her Mistress's voice to find that Fran had returned to the foot of the bed wearing a large black strap-on dildo. The 'silly' smile disappeared instantly to be replaced, first with a gaze of shock and amazement, and then with a look of nervous anticipation.

"I've often wondered what it would be like to be a man, and now I'm going to find out." Fran told her climbing onto the bed between Jane's knees.

Fran moved forward, laying herself over Jane and then, supporting herself on one arm and looking between their bodies, rather clumsily reached back with the other hand to guide the tip of the dildo into Jane's vagina. Once she had entered her slave with the tip of the dildo she shuffled her self into a more comfortable position and looked down at Jane's anxious face.

"I'm going to fuck you with this nice hard cock." She told her. "It's ten inches long and nice and fat, but the way you've been behaving you won't need any lube, will you?"

The question was rhetorical, because Fran went on.

"I am going to do my best to make you cum, and you are going to make sure you don't. If you do, then you will be punished. Do you understand?"

Jane nodded, trying to mask the fear and delight that both ran through her at the prospect before her.

"Then let's see if you have any control at all." As Fran spoke she thrust forward without warning, driving the dildo deep into Jane's pussy and driving the breath from her lungs.

At first Jane lay passively trying not to get too turned on as Fran pushed the big imitation cock in and out of her, her slim form belying the power of her thrusts. But before long the familiar warmth began to grow again in her pelvis and she found herself breathing more quickly and less quietly. She had never had a strap-on dildo inside her before and certainly never been fucked by a woman, and the newness was working its magic.

It wasn't the just the unfamiliar feel of a cold and very large counterfeit cock plunging into her that did it, but the contrast between the unyielding hardness of the dildo and the soft warmth of Fran's flesh against hers. Fran's arms had now gone around her and she could smell her fragrance as she breathed against her neck, grunting softly in unison with her own gasps each time the strap-on cock was pushed into her. She wasn't really being fucked, she was being made love to, and it was the most stimulating thing she had ever experienced.

Fran shifted her position, pulling herself higher so that she could plunge even deeper into Jane's body and at the same time brought her their mouths level making a kiss inevitable. Of course it was not Jane who initiated it, but Fran. She fastened her lips over Jane's, forcing them apart with her tongue and exploring her mouth. Jane could not help but respond, feeling herself moving under Fran, thrusting back as the dildo entered her, and letting her tongue follow Fran's back into her Mistress's mouth. The warmth in her pelvis became hotter, the embryonic orgasm growing in strength, forcing itself into Jane's consciousness, defying her to ignore it.

Jane groaned, unsure whether to be pleased that the inevitable was about to happen, with the promise of beautiful chastisement to follow, or sad that she had been unable to obey her Mistress and control her instincts. She knew that she would never be able to cum without Fran knowing, her orgasms were always notoriously noisy affairs and a source of embarrassment to her, but even so she had eventually to surrender to her arousal and let it happen.

"I'm sorry Mistress, but I'm going to cum!"

They were the last coherent sentence that Jane was able to form for several minutes, for immediately after uttering them her orgasm exploded inside her and turned her into a juddering, gasping marionette that jerked and twisted under Fran's battering ram dildo. She half expected Fran to immediately withdraw and to leave Jane unfulfilled and sweating on the bed, but instead she kept going, thrusting in and out of Jane's pussy while whispering encouragement in her ear.

"That's it, let go, let it happen." Fran whispered, thrusting relentlessly into her. "Don't hold back, cum as hard as you like, because the harder you cum the harder I will punish you."

The last part of the sentence nearly escaped Jane's attention, but some part of her brain fastened onto it, translated it into the promise of pleasure to cum and made her jolt, twist and cry out all the more, pleasure flowing through her like a torrent.

In the end Jane's climax ran its course, leaving her laying limp and spent in Fran's arms on the bed, her skin shiny with sweat and her mind a haze of lingering sensations. Fran gazed down at her expressionlessly, the dildo still buried motionlessly inside Jane's vagina, just waiting for her ecstasy to pass before reacting. Eventually Jane's eyes began to focus once more and she gazed back into Fran's with a smile of gratitude on her face.