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’ I let my hand wander over her cheek, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big breasts. It was slightly heavy, I squished my fingers in it, bumping it up and down.
She watched. Confused. ‘Feels nice,’ she mumbled. ‘But are you suppose to do that?’
‘Yes I am,’ I said confidently.
She nodded.
‘As a matter of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to touch you more, you want to submit to my touch, submit to my wishes.’ My heart was pounding in my throat. I didn’t know if it would work, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her face, but nothing happened.
Again I cupped her boob, her eyes closed in pleasure, her lips parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her back, pushing her boob into my fingers. So apparently my suggestions had worked indeed.
I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my hand under the silk, into her bra. Her skin was so soft, it dented beneath my fingers, I pushed my hand further until I found the nipple. Carefully I massaged the little nodule. She was panting, her eyes closed, a soft moan every once in a while.
‘O Jenny,’ she muttered.
‘Call me mistress,’ I said, ‘I’m your mistress and your my slave.’
‘Yes mistress,’ she said willingly.
A burst of arousal flooded my body. It would work. It was working already. Her mind was indeed as malleable as a piece of clay. Nervous tingles. I bent over and pressed my lips against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my tongue into her mouth. In between my legs my pussy was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.
‘Now listen slave,’ I said to her. ‘I know about your secret, I know that you like to be tied down. I saw it on your computer. You wouldn’t want anyone to find out would you?’
‘No, mistress,’ she said.
‘So maybe you should do as your told, maybe you should let yourself be trained to be my little slave.’
‘Yes mistress.’
‘So tell me, where do you keep your rope?’
She said she would point it to me and I followed her to the bedroom. It was a nice big bed with red satin sheets, that were very soft and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all sorts of toys. I picked up a long soft rope and twisted it around my own arm.
‘This’ll do,’ I said nodding. ‘Undress yourself.’ I climbed onto the bed and watched as she slipped her silk blouse off her shoulders, she unzipped the pencil skirt and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had nice curvy hips and a soft tummy. In her underpants she stood in front of me. I ordered her to come closer and I slid my hand in between her legs. I felt a damp muggy spot in her panties.
‘You’re such a horny little slave,’ I said. I felt her thighs clenching my fingers, she moaned and nodded.
‘I am, mistress,’ she said.
I grabbed the rope tighter. I had never done this for real. I had studied a million ‘how to’ video’s on the internet. I had practices on my own leg, but I’ve never actually tied someone else. Still I wrapped the rope around her torso, I remembered every single step. I tied up her boobs, so they were nice and round and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a knot over her clitoris that would push into her everytime she moved and then I ordered her to lay down on the bed and I secured her firmly until she was completely helpless and unable to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and squirm.
I looked down on her, her naked body, her soft skin. She was getting hornier and hornier, she seemed to rub her pussy over the rope on purpose. I caressed her and wondered if I could make her cum.
‘Now slave,’ I said, ‘You’re getting so aroused, so incredibly horny, you’re approaching orgasm quicker and quicker, it’s building up more and more.’
Her eyes were closed, her breathing very shallow, she was all tensed up.
‘Now cum for me slave,’ I ordered.
Her body started rocking. She was moaning loudly, her back arching. I just looked at her body in awe. I rubbed my fingers over my pussy. I just couldn’t control myself any more. I undressed myself and laid down on top of her. My pussy rubbing against hers, against the knot that was there. I was rocking back and forth getting hornier and hornier.
I pushed my fingers into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a thousand times, I didn’t want to finger myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussy was right in her face. I sat down and held myself at the head board. Everytime she breathed out I felt a soft breeze whizzing past my pubis.
‘Lick me,’ I said. ‘Stick out your tongue.’
She obeyed and a warm wet agile tongue skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thighs, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clitoris. I was trembling with arousal. My hands squeezing into the head board. I could hardly control myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every time the tip of her tongue bumped into my little clit. I couldn’t hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my body. I was in heaven, for a moment there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don’t remember. I was too overwhelmed with pleasure and arousal. I just remember laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. Breathing. Slowly breathing, while the last tail of my orgasm subsided.
‘Are you alright, sweety,’ she asked me.
‘Yeah,’ I mumbled. ‘I’m perfect. Wow.’
‘You are perfect’ she said.
I pushed myself upwards, and looked into her face. Was she still drugged or had the drugs flushed through her system already? I didn’t know. It was making me scared. I contemplated giving her something more, maybe I could try out that spray that had also intrigued me. I searched for the little spray can.
‘Now slave,’ I told her, ‘you will forget everything that has happened tonight, but in the future you’ll inexplicably just want to obey me, want to serve me, want to be my slave. Knowing I’m your mistress, knowing you should do exactly as I tell you, just turns you on, doesn’t it?’
‘Yes mistress.’
‘And you don’t want anyone to find out about it, so maybe it should be our little secret.’
‘Yes mistress.’
I uncapped the little spray bottle as I studied the information leaflet. I followed the instructions. I stretched my arm out in front of me, and sprayed a little huff into her face. A sweet mist came out that landed over her nose and mouth.
Her eyes started rolling in her head. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her body was going limp already. I gave her another good whiff. Now her eyes closed completely and her head slumped to the side.
I untied her and removed all evidence that I had been there. Slowly I closed the door behind me and went home. Tomorrow at cheer practice I would ask her to bring me some water, that would be a simple assignment to start with, to see if it would make her horny, to see if she was indeed my slave. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the other things I could make her do in the future, and if she I wasn’t satisfied I would just slip her more of those pills until she was addicted to me.
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