Dear Diary

Dear Diary By Tappy McWidestance

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Note: This story has references to heterosexual sex, but is primary Lesbian Authoritarian.

Even though I have recently cracked the 30 year old mark, OK it was four years ago, I still go by Katie instead of the more mature Kate or Katherine, my given name. I also still write in my diary, I tell people it is a journal, almost every day. It is something I started in primary school as a class project. I found I liked doing it and never stopped. My teacher warned us not to detail anything we wouldn't want someone else reading. That was fine for the assignment, but as I got older, my entries got far more personal about my feelings, wants and desires. By the time I got to college, honestly, I would have been pretty embarrassed by what I wrote about myself.

If you had found my journal (I carefully hid it from my roommate) you would find that unlike some college girls who use their new found freedom to experiment sexually, I was into full scale research. My first couple of years I fucked a lot. I kissed some frogs looking for my sexual prince. My diary kind of morphed into a record of my exploits and ratings of my partners. I finally found my prince, at least my perception of a prince at the time, early in my junior year.The thing that made him different? Unlike so many college boys, he wasn't interested in seducing me or what I was feeling. Toward the end of our first date, he just told me I was coming back to his apartment and we were going to fuck. You would think I would have been offended and kicked his ass to the curb, but my body reacted with an unexpected wave of arousal and I meekly agreed.

He was definity a 5-star lover in my diary and I was his fuck bunny. It was also during this period that I licked my first pussy. He had told me we were going to have a three-way and he provided the other girl. He was probably fucking her on the side too, but honestly, I didn't care. He knew how to play my body better than anybody I'd been with and I wasn't prepared to give that up. Sure it was awkward the first time I had to share him, but I found I loved the taste of pussy. I'd tasted my own, of course, licking my fingers after a successful masturbation session, but she was different. Not better or worse mind you (I liked the taste of my own juices) but different. Eating her out while getting drilled from behind was an amazing experience. When we switched places and she ate me out, I had zero jealousy that my boyfriend was fucking her. Part of that was she was more skilled at eating pussy than any partner I had ever had to that point. She made me cum twice before my boyfriend pulled out of her and sprayed her back. Like the good girlfriend I thought I was, I licked her back clean. Then we kissed. It was the first time I'd kiss anybody when I had jizz on my lips. I found that very erotic.

At the time, I don't think I understood exactly why it turned me on so much for him to just tell me what to do sexually, but I certainly craved that treatment. Before you ask, no he wasn't my Master, a term I didn't even know about back then, and no I wasn't his submissive. In retrospect, I had submissive tendencies back then, but for me, it was just about being with a strong, self-controlled man. And women. I enjoyed when any other women he brought into our bed would also be firm with me and tell me what to do. It was one of our three-way partners that also taught me the pleasures of solo women-on-women play. She earned a 5-star review in my diary too and I found the satisfaction of getting her off was similar to the satisfaction I got from making him cum.

We parted ways after graduation as our employment brought us to different cities. I knew better than to try and make a long distance relationship work with someone who would be fucking other women all the time. Besides, our relationship, such as it was, was mostly physical. I figured I could replace that and hopefully find an emotional connection as well. It turns out that was easier said than done.

I drifted through a number of relationships as I built my career as a marketing director for a small ad agency. I had both male and female lovers, some better than others, some more demanding of me than others, but I never found "the one" like I had in college. During this time I learned more about sexual submission online, but I still wasn't ready to classify myself as a sub. If you read my journal and my descriptions of which fantasies got me off the best when I masturbated you wouldn't think that, but it was true. I confessed my needs to one woman I dated for a few months, but she lacked the desire to take control of me and we broke up. Then the house next door to me went up for sale.

I live in a solidly middle class neighborhood in a cute two bedroom cape cod style house. The mortgage is cheaper than rent and I am able to keep one bedroom as a home office. Since COVID, I primarily work from home going into the office as little as possible. I found I was much more creative when separated from the distractions of the office and my bosses were pleased with my output so it worked for everyone. At least for a while. Then I got distracted.

A couple about ten years older than me bought the house next door. While they were moving in, I did the neighborly thing and went over to introduce myself. To say I was infatuated with them immediately would be an understatement. Infatuated with her at least. He was a bit overweight and was starting to bald. She looked like she worked out every day, had an amazing smile and the deepest, bluest eyes I had ever seen. When she introduced herself, her voice was dripping with the strength I had been missing in my relationships and I stammered when replying with my name. Fortunately she didn't seem to notice and introduced her husband. Janice and Jim were their names and that night I masturbated to the fantasy of her ordering me to fuck him. I came very hard, twice, and dutifully wrote down every sordid detail in my diary.

Over the next couple of weeks, Janice and I became friends, but I never got the sense from her that she swung both ways so having her as a lover seemed impossible. Jim was always cordial, but he was also aloof and I didn't know him too well. Still, they were good neighbors and we exchanged keys to each other's houses in case of an emergency. My fantasies had moved on from having them in starring roles, although I admit I occasionally jilled one off thinking of Janice and an afternoon tryst. I also had another boyfriend during this time, but I knew he would be a short timer and I basically kept him around for my amusement. That amusement ended on Memorial Day weekend when Janice and Jim invited us over to grill out.

What changed? Janice and Jim had a daughter who was home from college. Kimberly (introduced as Kim) had just finished her first year. She was a spitting image of Janice, just twenty-some years younger, that is to say, gorgeous. I knew from the moment I shook her hand that she would star in my fantasies that night and I dismissed my boyfriend as soon as the party was over. I knew he wouldn't give me as good of an orgasm as my fantasies could give myself. Jilling off to your neighbor's daughter was one thing, but I didn't expect it to go anywhere. How could I have explained myself to Janice and Jim? But thinking back to my own experimentation in college, it was easy to imagine Kim doing the same. My fingers and vibrator did the rest. She was 5-stars (OK 6) in my journal. Then I found out she liked to lay out and suntan in the afternoon.

My second floor home office's window allowed me to see into the neighbor's yard. Kim's insistence on wearing tiny bikinis was distracting to say the least. The first time I saw her, I knew I would be taking afternoon breaks to pleasure myself. That wasn't entirely unusual, but I'd never done it sitting in my office chair with my legs spread and looking out the window before. Over time, I made up an entire fantasy backstory for Kim and I never failed to orgasm imagining myself between her powerful thighs or, as was new to my fantasy life, across her lap being spanked for being a bad girl. Apparently my online research into dominance and submission had rubbed off on me a bit because imagining her spanking me and then teasing my pussy with her fingers gave me spectacular orgasms.

My fantasy life was great and Kim would have probably stayed as a naughty hidden desire had I not had to go on a work trip. I had finally worked up enough courage to order a paddle so I could spank myself and some naughty lingerie. It was scheduled to be delivered the day before I was to leave town. But that day, I got a message that the delivery had been delayed. I didn't want a package sitting for days on my front porch. I wasn't worried so much about it getting stolen, it wasn't worth that much, but I didn't want anybody to know the house was empty. I told Janice of my concerns and she said not to worry, she would watch for the package and put it inside. I felt relieved and wasn't stressed as I headed to the airport.

Alone in the hotel, I imagined what would happen if Janice decided to open the package and found the paddle. That took care of my sexual needs the first night. The second night I imagined Kim wearing the lingerie I bought. I hadn't brought my journal on the trip, but I was able to jot down some notes on the hotel notepad. When I got home, I was relieved to find my package unopened on the kitchen table. My secrets were preserved. Later that day I saw Kim outside doing her afternoon tanning and Janice outside doing some gardening. I went over to thank her and she assured me it was no trouble. In fact, Kim had been the one to take the package in. "Why don't you go thank her," Janice told me. My mind raced thinking that I would get to see her tiny bikini up close instead of from my room and I felt myself getting aroused. "Yes, I would like to do that," I replied.

Kim seemed indifferent to my walking up to her, but was gracious in accepting my thank you and I added a compliment about how much I liked her bathing suit. Her nipples were prominently on display and my trickle of arousal I had when Janice suggested I talk to Kim was quickly becoming a flash flood. "Well, I'd better get back to work," I told her. "Enjoy your tanning." I couldn't see her eyes behind her dark sunglasses, but she did have a wry, knowing smile. I made a hasty retreat, saying goodbye to Janice on the way, and made my way back to my voyeur nest to relieve my desire.

That may well have been the end of the story. Sure I was infatuated with Kim to the point you might call it an obsession, but Summer was drawing to a close and she would be heading back to college soon. Two weeks before that, however, Janice told me she had Jim were going away for the weekend. "Could you keep an eye on Kim for us?" she asked me. "I mean, she is obviously old enough to be on her own, but just make sure she's not throwing a wild party and check in on her a couple times." I assured the nervous mom that I would. Just before they left, I went over to their house. Kim was in her bikini as usual and my body reacted as you would expect. Janice told Kim I would be checking in on her. I assume she had already told her no parties. Kim was dismissive as she had been when I thanked her for bringing in my package.

Jim and Janice headed to the car, Kim to her chaise lounge in the backyard and I to my home office, grabbing the paddle and a vibrator as I went. I also stripped naked, which wasn't my usual routine. Although I wasn't worried about getting caught, masturbating while technically on the clock for work seemed like something I should do with work clothes on and my pants just unzipped. But that doesn't matter right then. I'd used the paddle a few times, but I was never too firm. I just couldn't do it to myself. I'd also never used it when watching Kim. But for some reason, today was different. Kim had positioned her chair so she was facing my window. That wasn't too unusual. What was unusual was she was sitting with her legs spread so I had a perfect view of the tiny wisp of cloth covering her pussy.

My fantasy world went into overdrive. Instead of sitting in my chair, I remained standing and bent forward against the window. I imagined Kim was wielding the paddle. With every swat I gave myself, I felt my pussy get wetter. Then I saw Kim take off her bikini top and start rubbing her nipples. I dropped the paddle and thrust two fingers into my needy pussy. I came immediately and repeatedly. Kim was teasing her nipples as if she was teasing me. My body was reacting as if my submission fantasies were being fulfilled. Her body was twisting as she toyed with her hard points, but she never rubbed her pussy. She had to be close to an orgasm and I was close to passing out from pleasure. Before that happened though, she stopped. She lifted her sunglasses so I could see her eyes and I knew she was looking at my window. Then she smiled and got up to go into the house. I masturbated again, this time fucking myself with my vibrator, thinking about her playing with herself, turned on by having me watch her.

When I finally calmed down, part of me wanted to go over to their house to "check up on her" but I thought better of it. She didn't have a party that night and I noticed her car was gone most of the time. I didn't sleep well that night, my dreams haunted by the teenage temptress next door. I woke up later than usual. It was Saturday, so no harm no foul. I put on my workout clothes and prepared to head to the gym when I found a note on my car windshield. It was from Kim inviting me to lay out with her at 3pm. Two things immediately struck me as odd. First, she'd barely ever acknowledged me let alone asked to see me socially. Two, 3pm was late to begin tanning. I figured maybe she was planning to have friends over and wanted to talk me into not telling on her. I went to the gym and worked out extra hard trying not to think about being next to her.

That afternoon I kept peeking out of the window to see when Kim came outside. I was still questioning whether I should join her or not. About 2:30 I saw her setting up her lounge chair and a second one next to her. There was also a table with two glasses between them. She was wearing the tiniest bikini yet, barely more than a g-string and two pieces of fabric over her nipples. She seemed to have an endless supply of different suits. Seeing her in this one convinced me it would be rude to decline her invitation. Wearing my own bikini, although far more modest a design, I headed over promptly at 3pm. She lifted her sunglasses and looked me up and down. I felt my knees going weak.

"Thanks for coming Kate," she said. "Have a seat." She gestured to the other lounge chair and I didn't correct her that I went by Katie. She continued. "I wanted to tell you that my boyfriend is coming by tonight. No party so you don't have to worry. I just figured we should get to know each other better."

We chatted for a few minutes as girls do when tanning until Kim said, "Where are my manners? I forgot the lemonade." With that she stood up and I got a close up view of the dental floss that served at the back of her bikini splitting the hemispheres of her backside. I didn't say a word. I just watched as she walked into the house. I'm sure I don't have to tell you the effect she had on my body. When she returned with a pitcher, I know she noticed my nipples were hard. She poured two glasses and then sat back down. I took a sip of the lemonade while she took off her top. "I don't want any tan lines for my boyfriend," she told me.

I was dumbstruck. How could I not look at her perfect, perky young breasts and not imagine taking her nipples in my mouth. I felt myself salivating. The next half hour was pure torture. Kim really wasn't flirting with me or doing anything outwardly sexual, other that exposing her amazing body to me, but I felt like this was all some elaborate seduction. Finally I noticed we had finished the lemonade and when I asked if she had more, she told me to go into the kitchen and mix up another batch. She said it nicely, but I recognized it as a command. That made me flash back to college. I felt the need to get away from her for a few minutes, so I stood up, grabbed the pitcher and walked inside.

Their kitchen is larger than mine. They have a round table in the middle and a big L-shaped countertop. I didn't know where the lemonade was located so I started looking around when I heard Kim walk into the kitchen. My nipples were hard as rocks and my pussy was wet, so I didn't want to face her. I kept my back to her as I heard one of the chairs move.

"Has anybody told you that you have a very spankable ass?" Kim asked me. I was stunned.

"Um, no," I replied with a shaky voice.

"Well you do," she continued. I was now even more scared to turn and face her.

"Let me get a better look. Bend forward," she commanded. I felt powerless to do anything but comply. I leaned forward until my breasts pressed against the cool countertop and my bikini bottom pulled tightly across my ass. At first I just held that position as Kim remained silent. Then she spoke as if she was pronouncing my sentence.

"I know you watch me and masturbate," she said matter-of-factly. I wasn't even concerned how she knew. My secret was out and I in a way, I was revealed. I took a deep breath, but said nothing.

"Now it's my turn," she continued. I didn't know what that meant until she told me to stand up and pull down my bikini bottoms. She also said not to turn around. I am embarrassed to say I didn't even consider not doing as she said.

That is how I found myself exposed and bent over my neighbor's kitchen counter while her daughter masturbated while she looked at me. I desperately wanted to rub my own pussy, but Kim had not told me to do so, so I didn't. Actually she didn't tell me not to do it either, but in my mind, she was in charge. When she told me to spread my legs so she could get a better view of "my wet slut cunt," I did it. I could hear her breath becoming ragged and her fingers sloshing her pussy. I was pretty confident she would soon cum and when she did, I felt proud being the object of her desire. I'd cum so many times looking or fantasizing about her, it was only right that I should return the favor. I moved my right hand between my legs and touched my clit. As I expected, it was stiff and inviting. Also as I kind of expected, Kim corrected me.

"You don't have permission to touch yourself yet, pet," she told me. Had she really called me pet? I quickly moved my hand back to the countertop.

"When I brought your box inside a few weeks ago, I decided to look around. Do you know what I found?" she asked.

"No," I said playing dumb.

"I think you do," was her knowing reply.

There was an uncomfortable silence, but my pussy juice was starting to run down my leg.

"You can play coy with me if you want," she continued. "In fact, if you want to go home right now, today will never be spoken of again. But I'm sure you don't want that. Look in the drawer to your right."

I was hesitant. A smart person would have walked out. But I opened the drawer. It contained items that would seal my fate. One was a butt plug with a tube of lube. It wasn't huge, but I'd only experimented with anal play a few times so it looked big to me. There was also a leather collar with a leash attached to it. I'd never worn one before, but I have to admit, seeing it excited me. Third was a leather blindfold. I had worn one of those before in college. My boyfriend had me wear it so I wouldn't know what boy with which he wanted to share me. As I told you I would do anything for him and that experience was wonderful. Finally there was a pair of chrome handcuffs. One of my girlfriends liked me to wear a pair like that, a fact no doubt Kim gleaned from my diary. Oh my fucking diary. She had a roadmap to my soul and every step she took had been carefully crafted so I couldn't resist her. Not that I wanted to resist her.

In the same way it took me no time to decide to drop my bikini bottoms for her, it took no time for me to know she had captured me and I needed to see this through. I started to turn to face her, but she chastised me again and told me to face the cabinets. I gingerly picked up the plug.

"Come on slut," Kim called out. "Certainly you have been fucked in the ass before."

"Actually, no," I replied honestly. "I've used a plug a couple of times, but not one this big."

"That's a baby plug," she said with a chuckle. "We'll train that ass properly before we are done."

I didn't like the sound of that. I greased up the plug and tried to press it into my asshole, but I was struggling. "Could you help me?" I found myself asking. Truthfully I wanted her to ram it into me, but I couldn't say that. I heard her standing up.

"For crying out loud," she exclaimed. "What kind of worthless slut are you? Your diary is full of nasty things you dream about, but you can't even put in a simple plug?"

That sounded rhetorical to me so I didn't answer. She slapped my right asscheek. "I asked you a question," she scolded me.

"No Kim," I replied, "I need help." I really just wanted her to touch me again. She did, but with a harder spank.

"Did I say you could use my name?" she screeched.

"Um, no, um," I searched for the right word. "Mam," I finally said.

"That makes me sound old," she replied, "Mam is my mother. You may call me Miss for now, by midnight you will call me Mistress and you will belong to me."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. I got another spank.

"I told you Miss, for now," she scolded me. "I have not decided if you are worthy to serve me."

"Yes, Miss," I replied, not really understanding the difference in words.

I wasn't sure if her statement that I would call her Mistress in less than eight hours was a threat or a promise. She took the plug from me in what I assumed was her right hand. Her left hand began to rub my pussy. I'm sure she was not surprised how wet I was or that I wiggled my ass in appreciation. She expertly manipulated my clit, warning me not to cum without permission. As my arousal built, my ass relaxed as the plug popped past my sphincter. Releasing the plug she gave my ass three quick spanks. The mix of pain with the pleasure her other hand was giving my clit made me delirious. Then she stopped. I heard her go back to the chair and sit down. I was left hanging, craving an orgasm, but knowing I had to wait. It was excruciating.

"Continue," was her only command. I could hear her start masturbating again.

Physically putting on the collar was easy. Emotionally it was difficult. Kim had already told me I would call her Mistress by the end of the night, but the act of collaring myself made it seem like that would happen much sooner. As I clipped the collar snuggly around my neck, I realized by other experiences of following instructions were a game like all those relationships had been. They had been fun, exciting even, but somehow this was more real. As I clipped the leash to the collar, I realized I would soon hand over complete control to someone and have to follow them. God how I needed to cum.

The blindfold would be easy, but I made sure to put the handcuffs on the counter first so I could find them. Kim had not told me whether I should put my wrist behind my back, but that seemed natural so I did. I stood there trembling, waiting for her next move. Any thought of escape had passed. I was hers until she released me.

How long did I stand there as Kimberly rubbed her pussy again. I desperately wanted to rub my own, but, of course, that was no longer possible due to the handcuffs. Did she cum again? I don't think so, although she could have just been quiet about it. I did hear her stand back up and walk back to me. Then I felt two very wet fingers on my lips. I didn't have to be told to lick them. Almost immediately after just giving me a taste, she removed her fingers and spun me around. I then felt her lips on mine, softly at first, then more insistently and with more passion. My legs started to go weak. She pressed me against the counter and I felt steadier. When she ended the kiss, I felt her untie my bikini top. Without ceremony, I was now naked before her.

I didn't really have an expectation of what was to come next. I was at her mercy and she could do anything she wanted. I wanted her to do whatever she wanted to take pleasure from me. As fate would have it, she pinched both of my nipples. I have always received great pleasure from nipple play, but this was different. At least as first. The pinch shot a lightning bolt of pain through my body that for a moment, killed my arousal. But it didn't last. Kim then began swirling her fingers around my nipples softly. I realized she had read that in my diary as I frequently did that while watching her from my home office. She also therefore knew that I could get myself very close to orgasm with just that simple stimulation. I couldn't help but moan. Then she pinched them again. Harder this time. I screeched.

For several minutes she repeated this pleasure and pain process until soon my moans were continuous including when she pinched me. I'd read about how pain can turn to pleasure. Now I was experiencing it. If Kim decided to touch my clit, I would have exploded with very little effort on her part. I'm sure you're not surprised that wasn't her plan. With my pussy dripping in need and my nipples harder than I ever remembered them, I felt her tug on the leash indicating I should move forward. We didn't go far.

"Knees," was all she said. I was pretty confident about what that command meant and thankfully I was right. I had a taste from her fingers, but now I got to enjoy the buffet. Yes I've eaten pussy before and yes I always enjoyed it. But Kim had the sweetest, tastiest pussy I ever remembered. I felt honored to devour it. Whether she had cum the second time she masturbated while looking at me I wasn't sure. But I was determined that she would cum now. Maybe it was my inexperience in the Dom/sub lifestyle, but I couldn't figure out why she would want me to stop before bringing her off.

"You look beautiful on your knees," she told me. "From now on, when you first greet your superior, you should be on your knees."

Her hands held my hair tightly and held my mouth firmly against her sex. I would have preferred having a little latitude to move my tongue more than I could given her control of my head. But as her hips began to gyrate, I realized she was basically fucking herself against my face. Well, if that would get her off, I was happy to be involved. I did my best to tongue her core, but I'm not sure my actions particularly mattered at that time. I do know she did cum again. Whether that was number two or number three since we came inside was irrelevant. I got a good gush of her nectar as she quivered against my face. It was wonderful. After perhaps a minute of recovery, she told me to stand up. Sad to be done, at least for the moment, I did as she commanded.

"My boyfriend is coming over tonight," Kim told me. "Thanks for getting me ready." She giggled a bit at her own statement. I wondered if she would want me to get her boyfriend ready for her as well. If she had plans for that, she didn't tell me. Instead she told me to "follow" and I felt a tug on the leash. She moved slowly, for which I was thankful. I tried to remember where anything I might run into was located and when we reached the stairs, she had me go first while she held me from behind to make sure I didn't fall over. It was stressful, but I made it up the stairs. I couldn't remember ever being upstairs in their house so I wasn't sure what room I was led into. Certainly it was a bedroom as I felt carpet beneath my feet. This was confirmed when I was pushed face down on a bed.

"Spread your legs, slut," Kim commanded. I obeyed. "Ah, very juicy," she added as I felt a finger run up and down my labia. After her treatment of my nipples, I had no illusion that she would use those fingers to bring me off. At least not yet. I had already figured out she enjoyed teasing me. Without a word, her finger moved away and I felt her weight on the mattress. Then I felt her hand squeezing my ass. And while she did that, I felt her other hand wiggle the butt plug. Then those fingers moved back to my pussy and thankfully two fingers slid inside of me.

"When I read your diary I knew what you really needed," she said as if she was pronouncing sentence on me. Then her hand squeezing my ass released it and I felt a sharp spank.

"Your previous lovers didn't really understand you," Kim told me while now slapping my other butt cheek. "But I do," she continued, this time finger fucking me more firmly. "I will open your eyes to a new world," she said, now spanking and fucking me simultaneously. I was moaning. I was also very close to orgasming, which she obviously sensed because she stopped her stimulation of me and told me, "Rule number one. You cum only when given permission." My moan became a groan. I sensed her standing up. Then I felt her hands grip my hips. She pulled me up so I wasn't lying on the bed before, but I was still leaning forward. My ass was pressed against her. She bounced me against her crotch a couple of times as if she was fucking me from behind. The plug kept pushing into my ass, although my pussy didn't receive any specific stimulation.

After five or six thrusts, she let go of my hips causing me to fall forward again onto the bed. I then felt her tugging on the plug and finally pulling it out.

"Later you are going to beg me to fuck your ass and give you the biggest climax you've ever had," she said confidently. But my boyfriend will be here soon so I need to prepare you so you won't bother us."

I didn't know what that meant, but I didn't like the sound of what she said. I suppose it could have been worse. She could have locked me in a cage or in her closet. At least I got to lay on the bed. Granted if her boyfriend saw me, I would have been humiliated. First she took off my handcuffs and told me to rub my wrists. As I did she also told me to get on my back and then scootch to the middle of bed. I had to kind of guess where to lay, but I must have done OK because she didn't correct me. Then I felt her grab my right leg and pull it outward. I felt a soft rope wrap around my ankle. I didn't resist. Nor did I resist when my left leg received the same treatment and finally my newly rejuvenated wrists got the same.

I was tied spread eagled on a bed I had never seen by a girl who I hardly knew. My pussy was still leaking. My body obviously didn't understand that it shouldn't be enjoying this. But I was and I enjoyed when Kim took the time to lick my right nipple. "Please Miss. Make me cum!" I shouted.

"Rule two," she told me. "Mistresses alway cum first."

"But you did cum," I told her. I felt a slap across my cheek. "Don't correct me," she scolded me. "I have not cum since coming upstairs." I knew better than to question her. I also heard her walking away from the bed. Shortly after that, I heard a buzzing.

"Sit on my face and let me pleasure you," I said hoping to entice her and then get my own relief.

"Perhaps later, pet," she said. As she spoke, I felt her rubbing something along my slit. "This is a Lush," she told me. "Do you know what that is?"

"No, Miss," I replied honestly.

"It's a remote control vibrator," she said. "It's controlled by a phone either locally or over the Internet."

I had not read about such a device, but I could imagine how much fun it could be. As it turns out, it can also be very bad depending on who is controlling it.

"Troy will be here soon. I don't need you distracting him, she told me. With that, she added a gag to my bondage.

"I'm going to insert the Lush in you so it buzzes your g-spot. I have a pattern on my phone that will vary the speed to keep you interested, but it will not let you climax. After Troy is done with me, I'll come back and you'll beg me to take you as my sub and for me to make you cum."

I didn't have any reason to doubt her. I would beg right now to be her sub if she would let me. I felt the Lush being inserted into my pussy. It was a bit larger than I anticipated, so even though I was soaking wet, I felt myself stretch to accommodate it. Then I felt the first low speed vibration. Kim was right. That speed would drive me nuts, but I wouldn't cum. Then I sensed her moving toward the head of the bed and finally her hot breath on my ear where she whispered her last information.

"Think your dirty thoughts, my precious slut, but understand you are mine and you will please me if you want your cherished orgasm. When I return, I'm going to fuck that perfect ass of yours. I'm going to break your mind and when you cum, you will belong to me."

As I was processing what she said, the Lush sped up. I moaned again, but almost immediately it slowed down again. I heard Kim walking out of the room and heard the door shut. I didn't know how long I would be alone, how often the vibrator would speed up or even if my mind would survive if Kim didn't return soon. I was more aroused than I'd ever been with no way to relieve myself. I could only imagine what I looked like splayed out, leaking pussy juice onto the bed. The low speed of the Lush, inconveniently placed on my g-spot, did keep me interested as Kim had promised. OK, more than interested. I'd never specifically tried to stimulate that area. Now I understood why so many women swear by it.

A bit later I heard Kim's boyfriend Troy arrive. I wished she would bring him into my room and just fuck me to death. But that didn't happen. Instead I got to listen to them go at it in the next room. I suppose Kim was a bit extra vocal for my benefit. Either that or he really was good. I could only dream of cumming, whether by vibrator, fingers, cock or any other method she chose to employ. I got close a couple of times. I knew she had told me rule number one for a reason, but I didn't know how she would know if I climaxed without her. After all, it was her fault I was in this position. I'd still beg her to fuck me when she came back in, so what would be the harm?

Troy obviously came, as he now matched Kim's vocalization, but they didn't cum into my room. The damn Lush kept its slow speed tease of me continuing. I heard Kim telling Troy to "Get it up again," and apparently he succeeded. Ah the joys of young men. They may cum quicker, but they recover quicker too. I had to endure hearing them go at it a second time. I was left to do everything I could to distract my own need to cum. It really was a losing battle, but the Lush never sped up long enough to take me over the edge. All I could think about was my arousal and what I was willing to do to get relief.

I was so focused on my own situation, I didn't hear Troy and Kim finish a second time. Finally the door opened. I wondered if Troy was looking at me, but apparently he was gone. Kim removed my gag and asked if I was ready to become hers. "Yes, Mistress!" I screamed. "Make me yours. Take my ass!"

I meant it too. My mind was destroyed just as she predicted and I belonged to her. She was 110% correct that she knew what I needed. I expected her to do exactly what she promised, but she had one more surprise for me first.

I fully expected her to finger my ass while she turned the infernal Lush up to full speed and bring me off. Maybe if I was lucky, some additional nipple play while she fingered me. Any stimulation would cause me to rocket to the moon, so it really didn't matter what she did. I was surprised when I felt her crawling on top of me. More specifically, I felt her knees pressing down on my shoulders. I'd been so focused on my own needs that I'd forgotten that my Mistress was always to cum first, no matter how many times she had cum since I last felt the glorious release of orgasm.

I smelled her pussy even before I tasted it again. But there was an additional smell besides her magnificent scent. Male cum. I opened my mouth, not so much in protest as I was in no position to do that, but in surprise. I only had a moment before she lowered herself onto my face and my tongue pressed deeply into her well used folds. Mistress had obviously allowed Troy to creampie her. I didn't stop to worry about whether she was on the pill or whether he had an STD. I began cleaning her pussy. After all, a clean Mistress is a happy Mistress. This time she allowed me the pleasure to lick her properly as Troy's load dripped out of her. I have to assume this was his second because it wasn't that large. That's not to say I stopped once his spunk was gone. I kept doing my duties to make her orgasm again. I could tell she was getting close when she started rubbing herself on my face again like she had done before. This seemed to be her go to move when she was ready to climax.

Apart from the satisfaction of helping her cum again, my own greedy nature was hopeful that my own orgasm would soon be at hand. And that would be the one she promised would be the most amazing I'd ever had. Not that I doubted her assessment of my needs in any way, but that was a pretty big boast. Granted I'd never been teased and denied for a few hours, but still, that was a high bar to set as an expectation. I didn't have to worry.

Now recovered from her orgasm, I felt Kim climb back off the bed. I then heard her over by the dresser. Since she had promised to take my ass, I made the assumption she was putting on a strap-on. My only hope was it wasn't too big. She had not removed my blindfold, but she did begin unbinding my wrists and ankles. Was she going to fuck me doggie style? I love getting it from behind, which she would know from my diary, so I was fine with that. She had not told me to move so as she unhooked me, I held my arms and legs in their previous position. Miss Kim took notice of that and praised me. Then she grabbed my ankles, pulled my legs together and pulled me down by the end of the bed. My ass was on the edge of the mattress and my legs were allowed to dangle down, at least momentarily.

"Play with your nipples, pet," she instructed. I didn't need to be told twice. I then heard her moving around the room again and then heard something drop onto the mattress. Kim kept the tease pattern running on the Lush, but with the added nipple play I was getting very close to climaxing. It began to be a struggle not to orgasm had I tried to slow down rubbing my nipples without being noticed. I'm sure Kim knew what I was feeling, although she didn't mention it. Finally she told me to stop. That was both a blessing and a curse. It was then I felt a small chain being pressed across my lips and into my mouth. It wasn't a gag and I didn't understand until the clamps attached to the chain were clipped to my hyper sensitive nipples. I moaned as the pain was really pleasure. As I did, I felt the chain in my mouth move which caused the clamps to tug.

"Not yet, pet," Mistress cooed. "We're almost ready."

I couldn't imagine what else she had prepared. I was almost relieved when I felt her applying lubricant to my asshole. I'd been scared of the plug earlier in the day, but I was emotionally ready for Kim to claim me and I knew this was her method. I then felt her grab my ankles again and lift my legs up onto her shoulders. I wasn't bound, but I had no way to defend myself from her either. I felt her dildo (I had guessed right about it being a strap-on) pressing against my rosebud. I lifted my ass, using my ankles on her shoulders as leverage, to give her a more accessible target. She just used steady pressure with her faux cock and to my surprise, my ass just opened up. I expected her to just start ramming me as she had promised to fuck me into submission. But she didn't. She took her time slowly fucking me with the entire length of the dildo. This spread the lubricant more evenly, something I learned later to appreciate. As you can expect, my vocalizations were tugging the nipple clamps. She warned me not to cum yet, although I didn't need a reminder. What I needed was instruction on how to deny myself that pleasure. Fortunately Mistress was ready to give me more instruction, although it wasn't quite what I had in mind.

"I know in your mind you think you are already mine, you little slut," Kim told me. I nodded, causing more tugging on my nipples.

"But I still need to break you," she continued. That sounded ominous.

"I'm going to turn the Lush up and start pounding your ass," she said. So far so good in my mind.

"You're going to rub your clit back and forth as fast and hard as you can," she instructed. Fine, instant orgasm. Then she hit me with the bad news.

"I am going to count down from 20," she told me as if it was a punishment. In a way, I suppose it was. "If you can last to zero without cumming, you are worthy of serving me. I know it will be the hardest thing you have ever done in your life. If you fail, I will send you home and we will never speak again. Do you understand?"

I certainly didn't want to accept these rules. But what choice did I have? In my mind I'd already given myself to her and the thought of never being with her again was unacceptable. I didn't know how I could possibly survive this challenge, but what could I do? I told her I was already hers and begged her to just fuck my ass as she promised. But she didn't relent.

"Your Mistress makes the rules. You either comply or I will call one of my other pets to satisfy me," she told me coldly.

I had not considered she had other submissives. I mean, that made sense, but I had hoped I was special to her. She asked if I accepted her rules and I meekly agreed. Almost immediately the Lush sped up to a speed I didn't realize it could vibrate. As I heard what I assumed was her phone fall onto the bed, I felt her wrap her arms around my thighs and grab me tightly she then began fucking me with force.

"20," she said. I started rubbing my clit.

"Oh my God, Mistress," I yelled. "I'll never make it!"

"You'll be surprised what you can do if properly motivated," she replied.

"19."

Although I was moaning and thrashing on the bed, she held me tightly. She varied the pace of her countdown, which was maddening, and I learned quickly that if I begged for permission to cum, her response would stop the count for a few seconds. That was bad. Fireworks were going off in my brain. That had happened before as I masturbated while watching her tan, but that was always during my orgasm. This was during my struggle not to cum. Trying to hold back was pure torture, as was the slow pace of her countdown. My entire soul was being consumed by my arousal and my need to cum. Rational thought was gone. My mind went blank as my body responded on autopilot. I was one quivering mass of sexual energy.

I vaguely remember hearing the number 5 as I felt a tremendous pressure building in my pussy. It was unlike anything I had felt before. It actually felt like I had to pee. "Count with me baby," I heard Kim say.

"4... 3... 2... 1..."

She had been savagely fucking my ass. Every nerve ending in my body had been turned on. She would later explain that the stimulation of the Lush buzzing my g-spot was heightened by the pressure I was putting on my clit. Although I didn't understand that at the time, I am sure you can guess what happened when she finally said, "Cum for me, slave," and I immediately exploded. I'd never been so consumed by an orgasm. Honestly I don't really even remember it because my body was overwhelmed by a series of what I can only describe as seizures. I know I felt all my muscles tensing, by body shaking side to side and an amazing release of endorphins. How long did it last? Honestly I don't know. I probably blacked out for a while. I do remember finally coming back to my senses and finding the blindfold had been removed as were the nipple clamps. The bed was soaked and Kim was not in the room. I scooted back up the bed and curled into a ball trying to keep the feelings going. Some minutes later, Kim entered the room again. She was dressed as if she was going out to a party. She was holding my bikini.

"Take my parents' bedding home and wash it. You made a mess and mom won't appreciate finding your slut juices," she told me. I didn't want them to find that either.

"Bring the bedding back in the morning," she said as if that was perfectly normal. "I expect you to serve me an egg white spinach omelet and toast at 9am. You will wake me by eating my pussy and I expect to cum before the food gets cold. If I don't, you will be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," I replied.

I stood up to strip the bedding off the bed. Kim came over and gave me a hug, apparently not concerned with getting my post sex nastiness on her party clothes. "You did exceptional," she said. "You need training, but you will make a fine submissive."

I felt a glow from her praise. As she broke the hug, I felt her slide two fingers into my pussy and removed the now still Lush. "You need to buy your own Lush and their remote control wand and butt plug," she told me. "Always keep them charged as I intend to use them after I leave for college. We're going to have so much fun."

"Yes, Mistress," I replied. That seemed to be the limit of what I was saying lately.

"Remember rule one," she continued. "You're pussy belongs to me now. Unauthorized orgasms will be dealt with severely. And don't think I won't be able to read your face if you try to hide one. You were teased for a couple of hours today. Imagine what would happen if I chose to make you wait a couple of days." I shook my head in disbelief. Then she added with a snicker, "Or a couple of weeks."

OK, that wasn't going to happen. I'd be a good girl. I carried the bedding home and started washing it. I desperately wanted to touch myself again. But I didn't dare. My pussy belongs to Kim now. As you might expect, my sleep was restless that night. I would drift off only to dream about Kim and then wake up with a start to find my fingers on my pussy. I was having wet dreams like I was a teenager. The worrisome part was that I might climax in my sleep. I'd woken up three times so far, but what if I didn't. It was about 3am when my cell phone rang. I charge it next to my bed so I was able to pick up the call. I didn't recognize the number, but I recognized the voice.

"Hi slut," was the greeting. "How's my pussy doing?" Of course she knew of the torment I was feeling.

"Hello Mistress," I said. "It's torture," I continued. "I've woken up three times with my hand on my pussy, but don't worry, I don't think I came." Then I added, "Your pussy is very wet and needy." I figured that would make her happy. Perhap it did or perhaps she knew me well enough to know that her next command was one I would follow without question.

"Put your phone on speaker. Rub my pussy with one hand and play with your nipples with the other."

I could hear multiple snickers in the background. She was obviously with friends and wanted them to listen to me masturbate. I wondered if she was with another of her pets and using me to control her. It didn't matter. I did as she asked. I put my phone on my tummy. My Mistress' pussy was already soaking. Not like it had earlier. I still didn't fully understand that. But I was squishy enough that the phone would pick up the sounds of me rubbing it. The phone would clearly pick up my vocalizations from playing with my nipples too.

I could hear the other people on the call saying nasty things about me in the background, but I didn't care. My mind was starting to blank again as I was focused just on hearing Mistress giving me permission to cum. Within minutes I knew I could climax if she said the magic words, but I didn't feel like it was impending as it had earlier. I don't know if I was learning to control my needs and desires better or if it was a function of not being teased for hours. Either way I was happy I wasn't about to cum without permission.

I imagined another girl licking my Mistress' pussy while she listened to me moan. I have no way of knowing if that was happening, but it was a nice vision. Then I thought about her fucking me again. This time doggie style. I even asked if she would do that. She relied to just concentrate on my clit. I performed for her friends for maybe 5 minutes. Then I heard her start counting down from 20 again. That warmed my heart. Is that a weird reaction?

Obviously my orgasm was not as strong as the one I had in Janice and Jim's bed. But it was good, squishy and loud. I heard applause on the phone. Hopefully I'd now be able to get some sleep. I'd set my alarm for 7am so I could shower, dress and have Mistress' parents' bed made and breakfast ready by 9. I had a feeling that I needed my rest as Kim would have new demands of me tomorrow. I knew Janice and Jim were coming back in the afternoon, but I really didn't know what time. Would Kim want to play at my house? Or would she dismiss me after her breakfast orgasm? Whatever happens, I know I'll write it down in my diary.