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Chapter Three
Karen changed me that night. Being forced to satisfy all those women, while I never would have voluntarily done it, and a big part of me hated being treated like that, it still felt like I was right where I belonged, on my knees pleasuring them. I love pussy. That part is undeniable. I've known that for some time. But to be whipped and fucked and collared, then forced to pleasure those women … oh my god! I should have seen this coming. My mother forewarned me, but it did not fit with my view of the world, where a woman could accomplish anything; become anything that she was willing to work for. To accept that this is my place, Karen's girl, ready to please, wanting to please … well, I wasn't expecting that would be my path. Fine for Jane, I knew she was submissive.
The next morning, afternoon actually, when I started to come to, I found my face buried in Karen's warm and comforting neck, partially covered by her long luxurious hair, her sinewy arms holding me so close. I ached all over, especially my jaw and neck, but it felt wonderful to be held so tenderly by this beautiful woman. She waited a few moments for my mind to clear and adjust to my new situation, then said, "Good morning my dear girl."
"Good morning," I meekly responded, looking away quickly, closing my eyes, afraid to meet her gaze.
"You enjoyed yourself last night, didn't you?" as she petted me.
Oh god, how could I answer that without coming to terms with this huge role reversal, and without the tactic acceptance of what I had fought so long to deny.
"Answer me dear", she said a bit more sternly as she lightly pulled my hair back forcing direct eye contact.
I swallowed hard … "yeees," I sheepishly said. "I did."
"Good girl. I expect complete honesty from now on, my little pet. No more games like you've been playing. And you do know that you're my girl now, don't you."
I tried to look away and close my eyes. How could I answer that without revealing everything, revealing that I wanted that too? I also knew that it was not an option to not answer. Another quick jerk of my hair snapped me out of the dilemma. "Yeees, yes I do."
"Good, then we're going to get along famously." Then with a single finger she pushed me off her and onto my back. Moving over me, she looked down at me, touching my chin so lightly, again directing my eyes to hers. I could not escape, could not stop her from looking directly into my soul. She waited, taking me in, then smiled benevolently. Then that mouth again. Oh the kiss, her breath and that tongue… she devastated me with that sensuous mouth of hers, her tongue diving and probing. I started to pant and drip. She could do so much with that mouth alone.
Oh god, this is going to be soooo good, being her girl. She could have me. Then her hands started working me. Again the teasing of the nipples, her touch could be so soft and delicate. I arched my back, aching for more forceful contact. Her fingers danced over my body. She raked her nails across my thighs, stopping on my mound as she twirled strands of my dark bush around her finger.
"This will be gone within the hour dear. You will look like a little girl for me … ¿comprende?"
I blushed like crazy with embarrassment. She wanted my pussy bare and exposed, like these young modern teen girlies like to do for their boyfriends. A slight jerk was all it took to snap me out of my musings. "Yeees, yes … bare, my pussy will be bare for you," I groaned.
The thought of it made me hot and wet. I would be so exposed, unable to hide anything from her. A grown woman shaving her pussy for another grown woman, not for some easily excitable boyfriend, but for another woman who knows about pussies and who will know mine intimately. Oh it made me wet to think about that, to imagine her seeing me, looking at me up close, touching me, maybe even kissing me there. What would that say about me, being shaved like that? … that I was a cunt? … her bitch? I was turning red and starting to squirm and trying to look away. A little slap to the side of my face brought me out of it.
"You like the idea, don't you pet? You want to show me your pussy, don't you? You want me to see you."
Ohhh, I couldn't answer that and save face. Of course I wanted that. But I would be admitting what I'd become. Then I felt her fingers sink into me, and I bolted upright. "Ewww, somebody likes the idea," she said with barely concealed delight, my sopping pussy totally giving me away. I didn't think she really needed a verbal answer after that. She grabbed my hair again and gave me a hard kiss on the mouth. Oh she was fucking my pussy with those experienced fingers and sticking that tongue of hers in my mouth. I was trying hard to fuck those fingers back.
She stopped the kiss, gave me another little slap and said, "waiting for an answer … don't keep me waiting …" I was getting delirious and choked back a sob. "One more time and I'll lose patience. I know you're new at this. You do want to show me your pussy, don't you?"
"Yeees, yes, I want you to see me … see my pussy."
"Is that all you want?" How could I possibly answer without appearing to be a cheap low class tramp? Slap! "Is that all you want?"
"No …"
"What else?" She starting tweaking my nipples and lightly slapping my hanging tits. How could I answer anything at all, when all I could focus on are my pussy, my tits and my mouth? Slapping my tits! … no one had ever done that. It was making me crazy, good crazy. I only could really think of one thing and that was the orgasm that was fast approaching. But she just worked me and kept me there.
"Oh well, you must not know what you want. I'll try something else until you can get your little brain in gear." She pulled her fingers out of my pussy and shoved them in my mouth. "No need to talk all day."
Oh how I greedily sucked those fingers, trying to keep her happy and desperately hoping she would get back to doing me. I so tasted like pussy. "Please," I mumbled through her fingers.
"Please what, little girl?" as she pulled her fingers out of my mouth and began playing with my tits again.
"Please … uh … fuck me some more. Please finish me," clearly begging now.
"So that's what you were having such a hard time putting into words … fuck me? Is that it?"
"Yes, yes, please … pleeeze fuck me."
She just pushed me down on the bed and got up. "Maybe later, if you can manage to be a good girl all day."
"Noooooo!" I groaned. My hands immediately went for my pussy, my thighs closing over them as I fell to my side crying and moaning. I lay there, in my need and misery, watching her gorgeous ass sway as she walked into the bathroom … so damned sexy.
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