Isabel's Slave (F/F, D/s, Spanking, Slavery, Toys, Consensual) By DarkSide 2015 ============================================================================ Isabel's Slave Chapter 1 - I am Isabel's slave. There is nothing I wouldn't do for her. Nothing! ============================================================================
I am Isabel's slave. I never started out being a slave, but one day, it just happened. The funny thing is, I get paid for being a slave, in a round-about way that is. My name is Melissa, I am in my mid-twenty's and have jet black hair and nice perky tits; not large but not small either. I am slim with nice long legs. I like my body and I am comfortable with the way I look. I am also comfortable with who I am. Well, I am now. I started working for Isabel as a live in maid. She has quite a high-powered job and it takes a lot out of her every day of the week. She needs her down time to keep sane; as do we all. When we met, we got on very well; I would say almost as friends as much as an employer. You could say we hit it off. I had been working for Isabel for almost a month, and in that time I caught her in various stages of undress. And didn't she just look gorgeous. Well to me anyway. I have always been attracted to women; but I love a good cock as well, it has to be said. However, in that time, my need for cock decreased somewhat and my need for pussy escalated; especially one pussy in particular. Isabel is gorgeous, she has long blonde hair, is medium build with nice legs. She is shorter than me but not by that much. She has wonderful, I would say, child-bearing hips. Her thighs are smooth and she even paints her toenails. Although she is my employer, first and foremost, I knew nothing should cross that line. Not from me anyway. Like I said, we got on as friends as well as having a good working relationship. She was definitely not herself that fateful night, she was a little tipsy having just come home from having a few drinks with her work colleagues. Her patter was not normal. She would jokingly start to order me to do things for her. Take her coat, get her a drink; which I duly complied with. I was standing in the kitchen washing up a few things when she approached me from behind. I felt her hand touch me and a whisper so faint that I had to concentrate hard to hear it. "I want you." Isabel said as she stood behind me fondling my bum. I hesitated. I looked in the darkened window which, by now, had become a mirror into her eyes. I said nothing. "I want you to lick my pussy," she said, a little louder this time. That, I definitely heard. I pushed my bum backwards towards her hand and let out a significant sigh of satisfaction. She grasped my bum harder, pounding it with the palm of her hand. I could feel the heat of her lust permeate my skin. I wanted her too, I had done for a while. That was when it all started. We became lovers and slowly but surely, I became her slave. I am not sure why I became her slave, I gradually fell into it. It was as much Isabel's domination and directness as it was my inclination to do as much for her as I could. It wasn't a role I would say that I was comfortable with, but I fell into it with gusto. It must have taken us about a month after that night of lust for her to become completely dominant and for me to be the submissive slut that she craved. But here we are. I am happy with my position and occasionally she treats me to some special time in the bedroom. But only if I have been a really good girl. The fact is, I love eating her pussy. It's wonderfully formed and nestles nicely between her firm, yet smooth, fleshy thighs. It's silky smooth between my lips and watching or listening to her have orgasms are to die for. Today is Thursday and I know Isabel will be at the end of her tether. It's close to the end of the week, and I will surely be needed to help relax her. When I hear the key in the door, I know I must go to her. I meet her in the entrance hall, take her bags from her and place them in their place all neat and tidy. She looks at me with a loving smile on her face. "Make me a drink, will you. Wine," she says. I rush off to the kitchen to break open a new bottle of wine. Wine never lasts that long with Isabel and so a new bottle always has to be opened. I return to the lounge where I find Isabel relaxing in the brown leather chair. I offer the wine and she takes it. Sips at the dark red liquid and places it down on the table next to the chair. She doesn't have to say anything. I know what she wants. Isabel leans back into the chair making her bum slide partly off it. I kneel down in front of her and as she lifts her bum off the chair, I slip her dress back under her so that her pussy is completely exposed. My eyes feast on her naked pussy, and in one elegant move she relaxes into the chair. Her head rests backwards and she closes her eyes. Her thighs rest on the arms of the chair; first one and then the other. Her plump pussy is ripe and expecting to be pleasured. I first place my hands on her open thighs and relish in the feel of their smoothness. I stroke them with the open palm of my hand; all the while panting with my own need to taste her pussy. Isabel's breath seems to synchronies with mine as we both anticipate each other's needs. She looks wonderful with her legs splayed so wantonly apart. I can't resist the sight of her like this and it's all I can do to make her anticipation last as long as possible. I know, deep down, she will punish me if I take too long. I let my mouth creep ever so close to her pussy. I know she can feel the heat of my breath on her as I feel her sighs anticipating my touch. Finally, my mouth kisses her lips. I give her several small pecks on her lips, then I plant kisses all the way down her thigh before returning to her pussy. I linger there for a while, slowly dragging my tongue over her lips and spreading them apart. Isabel loves her lips being spread by my tongue. I feel her hand reach for my head. She twists my hair in her hand and caresses me. While I am eager to please her, she is also eager to extend her gratitude towards me and encourage me. I don't need any encouragement in that way; though it's nice to get the gentle pat on the head when I'm pleasing her. My tongue finally extends itself and I start to lick at Isabel's pussy. Isabel lifts her head and watches me. She has a dreamy look in her eyes, her hand extends to the back of my head and pulls me into her, gently. After a while, she relaxes her hand and lets me take control. "Does that taste good?" she asks. I think to myself, `Does it taste good?' What a stupid question that is, but I play her game. "Mmmm," I reply, lifting my head, "it tastes wonderful." Isabel watches me for a while, appreciating the way I lick her, push my tongue into her and plant kisses on her most special lips. She continues to play with my hair; occasionally she gasps and sighs as my efforts torment her. I watch and lick as Isabel arches her back and closes her eyes. Her head faces upwards and she grabs my hair and pulls me into her pussy. She holds me there for a while. The only action left open to me is to push my tongue inside her pussy. It's exactly what she wants. As my tongue intrudes her, she thrusts her bum off the seat and grinds her pussy into my face. Isabel moans as she breathes, as she thrusts and as she fucks my tongue. I can feel the lust build in her, I know she wants this release but she must wait. She once again looks down at me and relaxes her hold on my head. I catch a glimpse of her eyes. I know that look in her eyes. It's the look of ownership; she owns me and she is making me do her bidding. She knows that she controls me; but she also knows I won't let her down, I am the best. "That's making my day much better," she tells me. "Lick it, yeah, lick it," she encourages. I start to lick her pussy in an up and down fashion. My tongue travels from her pussy lips to her clitoris and back down again. Several strokes later and Isabel's body is pulsing in unison to my licking. She keeps brushing my hair with her hand; gentle brushes now, just keeping my hair from my face. Suddenly, she lifts her bum off the chair and catches me unawares. My mouth is pushed into her pussy. I shake it from side to side and my lips brush hard on her clit. Isabel squirms under the intense touch. She starts to whimper and cry, occasionally letting out small streams of verbal encouragement from her lips. Her pussy becomes wet and very sweet at the same time. It's almost impossible to lick it without sliding all over her. I lift myself slightly to concentrate on her clitoris. I know she loves this part; it's the part I love too. Again Isabel whimpers as I place my tongue on her clit and then my lips cover it. I start to flick up and down; slowly at first, but then increasing the speed gradually. I suddenly stop and resort to long slow licks of her pussy from bottom to top. When I reach the top, I start to flick again. "You're such a good little girl," I hear her say. "No-one's better than you." I love to hear words like that. As soon as I register them, I start to lick her clit even faster. They spur me on, lift my resolve and make me want to make her cum. Isabel grabs my hair and holds me steady; not on her pussy but on her clit. "Make me feel better," she says, "lick it up and down and then flick it."
Her instructions are duly carried out. I lick her clit and occasionally shake my closed lips from side to side. Her plump thighs are wide open, just how I like them. Isabel is panting heavily. Isabel squirms in delight as I bring her to orgasm. "That's a good girl," she says as she moans and groans at me. Her orgasm is nearly there, she is teetering on that cliff edge and all it takes is the right movement to push her over. I know what that right movement is, but it's different every time. Isabel, cannot stop thrusting her groin into me. I decide that the right movement this time is to clamp my mouth down on her clit and suck it into my mouth. Expletives finally fill the air around us. Isabel explodes and I love it. I love the sounds that come from her, her swearing is one of the most horniest sounds I hear when I am in this position. I keep licking her clit and pussy as best I can despite the bucking of her hips. Her legs are clamped down on the arms of the chair as she forcibly lifts herself off it. She grabs my head and this time I know there is no release until she is satisfied. Isabel groans her way to a series of small orgasms until that edge is reached. With a loud and extended gasp the word "FUCK" fills the air around us. She finally holds her breath as her orgasm washes over her. I don't know how long this will last, but I love it. She holds onto my head until she is sated. Eventually, Isabel releases me from her clutches. I don't want to move. I want to lick her some more. I want to lick up her juices that she has just forced out of her pussy. I want to stay exactly where I am and do the whole thing for a second time. But she lifts me up and kisses me full on the lips, tasting her own cum at the same time. Isabel let's out one final sigh as she holds me. "Go and make some food, I 'm starving," she tells me. I start to get up. "Hand me the wine will you," she instructs me. I reach for the wine and give it to her. She takes a huge gulp out of it and rests her head back into the chair. Her legs close, for now, and she finally rests the wine glass on the edge of the chair as her head flops backwards and her eyes, once more, close. "And after the meal, get the bath ready will you -- for two," she shouts.
As I walk away towards the kitchen a smile spreads across my lips for two, ' I heard her say, for two.' I must have done well for her to say that. As soon as I register delight at her words my mind also registers the downside. No spanking tonight then, I thought.
Isabel's Slave Chapter 2 - It's party time and Isabel needs to get ready fast. Well, not that fast really. ============================================================================
"Yes miss, I will make sure," said Melissa. She put the phone down and went about her tasks for the day. At six o'clock precisely Melissa was preparing Isabel's clothes that she would wear that evening. The dress was neatly laid out on the bed as was the selective undergarments and the shoes were displayed at the bottom of the bed. Melissa entered the shower room and switched on the shower. It was a luxurious shower room with all the mod cons. The shower itself was a huge walk-in one. As she turned on the shower, Melissa heard the door open downstairs.
The obligatory, "I'm home," cry, permeated the house. Isabel had arrived, thought Melissa. Isabel dropped her briefcase on the floor of the lounge and by the time she reached the bedroom Melissa was waiting for her. Melissa quickly grabbed her jacket as Isabel swirled her body to release it. The next garment to be discarded was the white-office shirt. Melissa took the shirt after Isabel had undone all the buttons. Isabel was undoing her watch as Melissa unzipped her pencil skirt. The skirt fell to the floor. Melissa then hooked her thumbs into her knickers and slipped them off. When they too reached the floor, Melissa unrolled each hold-up stocking as Isabel kicked off her heels. Isabel looked at the clothes she had asked Melissa to prepare. High heels again, she thought, as she wondered whether to change them. She had better not, her work colleagues would be disappointed, she thought. Melissa stood up and let Isabel tip toed out of her discarded clothes. As soon as Isabel was clear, they were quickly picked up and placed into the laundry basket. That would be a job that Melissa would do that evening. Isabel headed for the shower; the already running water had heated up the glass nicely. Melissa grabbed a towel and started to follow Isabel into the bathroom. "Get undressed," Isabel ordered, "then bring the towel." Melissa did as she was told, grabbed the towel and waited outside the shower cubicle for Isabel to finish so that she could dry her off. Isabel poured shower cream all over her and relished the luxuriousness of her surroundings. With her head upwards, she let the water flow onto her face and over her body. She washed and allowed the water to soak her completely. She responded to its heat. Isabel turned to look out through the glass at Melissa. She saw her wonderful curves and she leant back against the wall. She reached up to change the direction of the shower head slightly so that the water still flowed over her. Isabel's hand wandered to her breast. She started to stroke it and slide the palm of her hand over her nipple. She did the same with her other hand. Her right hand eventually found its way to her pussy and she started to stroke it with her fingertips. As her fingers started to play, they found the ir way inside her labia. She stroked there for a long time until, through dreamy eyes, she said, "Melissa, get in here now." Melissa placed the towel on the heated rail and entered the shower. She was a little uncertain as to Isabel's mood, though her instructions were very firm indeed. Isabel turned to face the wall, she placed her hands in front of her face and splayed her legs apart. Her arse was beautifully exposed and up for the taking. "Lick me." Melissa knelt on the shower floor and started to lick at Isabel's pussy. "Not my pussy, you fucking idiot, my anus." Melissa stopped immediately and transferred her mouth and tongue a few centimeters to lick at Isabel's anus. With her hands she pried her arse apart and then, with gusto, she extended her tongue and let it push all the way into Isabel's arse. Isabel groaned. "All the way in girl, that's it." It was at this point that Isabel would have loved to have had two slaves not one. She had another itch and that just had to be scratched at the same time. Two people would have been nice. "Finger me as well." Melissa extended her left hand through Isabel's thighs and started to finger her pussy. She pushed one finger in at first and then another. Isabel's resolve was weakening and her orgasm was fast approaching. She pushed her arse backwards towards Melissa as her hands slowly slipped down the wall. Suddenly, as she realised her orgasm was about to explode, she buckled at the knees and slipped on top of Melissa. She quickly reached behind her to keep Melissa's head on her anus as she experienced a mind blowing orgasm. By the time her orgasm was over, Isabel was gasping for air and sitting on the shower floor looking at the wall. Melissa was behind her against the glass. Water was pouring onto both of them. Eventually, they both got up and Melissa headed out of the shower. She dried herself and then picked up Isabel's towel in preparation. Isabel finished with more shower gel before stepping out of the shower. Melissa covered her in the towel and then started to dry her off; not an inch was missed. Melissa patted Isabel's breasts gently, lusting after them and her tongue slipped from her mouth to lick her upper lip as she slowly circled the towel around them. "You want to suck on them don't you?" Asked Isabel. Melissa nodded, never taking her eyes off Isabel's nipples. "Go on then, you deserve it." Melissa dipped her head and rolled a nipple in her mouth and then sucked on it; soon after, she did the same to the other one. Isabel sighed with the exquisite touch of Melissa's lips. She watched Melissa devour her nipples; snaking her mouth across her breasts from one nipple to the next each time rolling her tongue over it and sucking it into her mouth. Isabel watched in amazement at the pleasure Melissa was getting from it. " I have to get ready," she said eventually. Melissa stopped immediately, raised her head and left to get Isabel's clothes ready. Melissa helped Isabel to get dressed; finally standing there in admiration at the way her mistress was clothed. Isabel turned to leave, and while half way through the door, she stopped dead in her tracks. A smile crept across her face. She turned to look back at Melissa who was now tidying up the room. She looked at her watch; she had a good ten minutes before the taxi would arrive, she thought. Isabel headed back into the room and opened her lower draw of the bedside cabinet. The horny drawer as she called it. She pulled out a large jelly like vibrator and swung it in her hands for Melissa to see. "On the bed, on all fours," she commanded. Melissa crept onto the bed. Isabel came up behind her and played the vibrator across her pussy lips lubricating them. She couldn't resist a peck on Melissa's bum as she did so. After a few strokes she pushed the vibrator up against Melissa's cunt and thrust it home. She was wet and probably horny, thought Isabel. The vibrator
sunk in without any trouble. Isabel switched it on and she felt the buzz in her right hand. She thrust it in and out of Melissa's cunt several times; on every few thrusts she would turn up the volume. Melissa started to moan and groan as she was fucked. Her hand and arms flopped down on the bed elevating her arse in the air; her head came to rest on the bed and her muffled sounds were pushed through the duvet. Melissa's orgasm was fast approaching. She could feel it building with every thrust, she wasn't expecting to be treated this way so early in the evening. That was until Isabel pulled the vibrator from her pussy and switched it off; placing it on the bed next to Melissa. Melissa wanted to complain at the sudden extraction and complete loss of her orgasm. But she dared not. In her mind the words `NO' cried out but they were immediately curtailed; nothing escaped her mouth except for a mild whimper. A cry of pity at why she was being punished after all the nice things she did for Isabel earlier. "Were you close?" Asked Isabel. Melissa nodded. "How close?" "Very close indeed, nearly there!" replied Melissa. "And then I pulled it out and stopped it." "Yes." "Do you think I am a bad person?" "No, no you're not bad." Isabel smiled at the sheer strength of her obedience. It was such a turn on knowing that someone like Melissa doted on her hand and foot. Isabel watched her as she stayed on all fours, not moving an inch. "I've a good mind to finish you off," she said eventually. The doorbell rang. "Too late," said Isabel. "When I get home at twelve, I want you in my bed wearing that chemise nightgown I bought you. Is that clear?" Melissa nodded. Isabel left the room and was heading for the stairs when she remembered one final detail. "Oh! Melissa," she shouted. Melissa came to the door of the bedroom. "I want you to masturbate continuously from about eleven o'clock onwards. I want you soaking wet when I get home. OK!" "Yes mistress." "And you had better not come." Melissa knew those words were coming. An hour of masturbation and not having an orgasm was hard for Melissa, it was so easy for her to orgasm. At times, she only had to look at her pussy in the shower room mirror and she would be on the verge of an orgasm. She loved the feel of water on her pussy and often she would play the shower head over her clit as she watched herself. She would be having a shower later, she hoped she would be able to curtail her urge and wait for her mistress. She would have to, she thought.
Isabel's Slave Chapter 3 - Isabel brings home a friend. Melissa has to be nice to her as well. ============================================================================
Saturday saw Melissa at home and, as it happened, on her own. It was one of those days. She busied herself with all the chores that had to be done before going out for a walk in the park. It was a beautiful day, she thought, as she looked through the window. Isabel had left the house at about twelve midday. She was out with friends, that's all Melissa was told. Presumably, friends that were made the previous evening, thought Melissa. The day passed and Melissa was still alone when she got back from her walk. At six thirty in the evening she read a text from Isabel. It read, Home at 8 -- N+C&C -- get ready.' Melissa studied the text, not because of the cryptic nature of it, she knew what that meant. She studied the text remembering the last time. A broad smile crept across her face. Melissa decided to shower and get herself ready. She spent ages in the shower; but unlike the other night she didn't have to masturbate or wonder what punishment she would get if she were to have an orgasm. She spent some time pleasuring herself as she always did. She loved doing that under the shower. With seven thirty approaching she got herself ready in case Isabel was home early. Melissa had decided to dress in the required way, as instructed, and then go downstairs and wait. Later that afternoon she had prepared some finger food in case Isabel was hungry. All this was placed on the coffee table in the lounge with Isabel's favorite Gin and Tonic; a Tanqueray No.10. Melissa looked at herself in the full length mirror in the passageway between the lounge and the front door. Suddenly there was a rattling on the door and it opened with a crash. Isabel was standing there giggling, a little worse for wear, if Melissa was allowed to have an opinion. She looked at her mistress. Isabel smiled at her. "Go on in," she said, as she stepped to one side and made way for her friend to enter the house. Melissa started to cover up, it was an automatic reaction. "Don't be shy," said Isabel, "come here." Melissa walked towards Isabel. She was dressed exactly to the instructions. Isabel closed the door, eventually, and then grabbed the leather tab at the end of the short chain that connected to Melissa's black studded collar. "Melissa," she said, "this is Amy. She's feeling a little under the weather tonight, so be nice to her." Melissa smiled and nodded. "Amy, this is Melissa," she told her friend. Isabel then handed Amy the chain. "She's now yours for a while. I will leave her in your capable hands and imagination for a while." Melissa shot a concerned look at Isabel but it was ignored. Isabel walked into the lounge. "Oh! Melissa this is wonderful," she said as she picked up a few bites to eat and then just as quickly headed for the shower and bedroom. "I'll be back in a moment, " she shouted, "just going to have a quick shower and get changed." Amy held the chain tightly, not exactly knowing what to do with it. She looked Melissa up and down more than once. Melissa started to realize that Amy was not used to this. The scenario was alien to her. She decided she would have to prompt her; make her feel at home. Amy felt more than a little uncomfortable, until that is, Melissa spoke to her. Melissa smiled and cocked her head to one side; straightening it she said, "can I get you anything, mistress," emphasizing the mistress' element. Amy registered the word and looked at her. "You can get me a plate of food. That would be nice," she replied. Melissa stood there taking in the politeness of Amy's response, "You will have to lead me to the table," she said, eventually. Amy could not take her eyes off Melissa. This black haired beauty was standing stark naked in front of her sporting just a dog collar and chain. What' s more, was that she was told that she was hers, to do with what she wanted. She was well out of her comfort zone. Amy pulled on the chain and led Melissa to the table. Melissa followed. "There, how's that," she said to Melissa. Melissa looked at her, "order me," she said, "it works better that way. I won't mind." Amy looked at Melissa and smiled. "Get me a plate of food, now..." she said, as she yanked the chain downwards towards the food and then let it go a little to give Melissa some room for maneuver. Melissa jerked suddenly, she then picked up a plate and placed several items on it; mostly vol-au-vent style food with some sandwiches. She handed the plate back to Amy. "Reach me that drink, and what is it?" asked Amy. Melissa bent forward and reached over the table for the drink telling her what it was at the same time. As Melissa grasped the drink, she gasped out loud as Amy's hand came down on her backside and spanked her. It was a loud slap; the noise reverberated throughout the house. Melissa's right cheek burnt for a while, but she prided herself that she did not let out an uncontrolled yelp. She never spilt the drink either, and she raised herself with everything intact and handed the drink to Amy. Amy placed the drink and food down on the side table next to the chair. She looked back at Melissa. "I think I am a little overdressed," she said. No more needed to be said and Melissa started to undress Amy. First the skirt was unbuttoned, unzipped and the dropped to the floor, then came the blouse, bra and finally the knickers. Amy kicked her own shoes off which ended up close to the table with the food on it. Amy sat back down on the leather chair and picked up her drink, she sipped it. Lifting a vol-au-vent off the plate, she slipped it into her mouth and chewed on it. She reached out for the chain and yanked it downwards, taking up the slack as she did so. Eventually, Melissa was on her knees in front of Amy. "Lick my pussy." She said as she opened her thighs. Melissa never looked Amy in the eye at all. She just extended her neck so that she could reach Amy's pussy from where she knelt and then extended her tongue as well. She flicked at it. "Yeah, fucking lick that pussy," Amy commanded. She was getting the hang of it, she thought. Amy picked up a few more bites of food and started to eat as Melissa licked her. At one point she forced her tongue into a salmon paste vol-au-vent as Melissa's tongue forced its way into Amy's cunt. It was a wonderful dual act that Amy deliberately put into place. As she sucked on the salmon paste, she thrust her pussy into Melissa's face. Amy and Melissa were unaware that Isabel was watching them from the corner of the room. She had finished her shower and was now dressed in a long black chemise see-through gown. Isabel picked up some food on a plate as she crossed the room to sit on the sofa to one side of them. Isabel sat down and ate. She was hungry, very hungry. After reaching for some more food, she sat back in the sofa and watched; eating with one hand and playing with her pussy with the other. She picked up a smoked aubergine snack and threw it into her mouth. She moaned. For once, it wasn't a sexual moan, the food was pure heaven. Amy started to watch Isabel but she was highly distracted with Melissa's expertise. She popped another bite of food into her mouth, took a huge sip of the drink then placed her hand behind Melissa's head and pulled her into her pussy. She started to buck her hips so that her pussy rubbed along her mouth and tongue. The chain fell to the floor. Isabel reached over and picked up the chain. She started to pull on it; just enough to tighten it; enough to let Melissa know that there was someone else holding onto the chain. Amy was moaning loudly, expletives emanated from her lips as she pulled Melissa into her. Melissa was doing her best to bring her to orgasm, but she hadn't been told to make her cum. Melissa flicked at her pussy lips and clit, sucked on her pussy and pushed her tongue into her cunt. She did everything to bring her close. Amy's hands were encouraging her to lick more, faster and her bucking motion encouraged Melissa to follow her movements. While Amy was sucking in some much needed air, she let out one final instructional cry, "suck on my clit." Melissa opened her mouth and was about to suck her clit into her mouth. Suddenly, she was yanked away, her head veered to the left as she was horribly removed from her prize. Her knees and legs followed the source of the force that moved her. She finally fell to the floor; she could not move as fast
as the chain was being pulled. Amy never had a chance to complain, though her outrage at suddenly being extricated of all pleasure was noticeable. Her orgasm subsided, gradually; her fingers were not enough to keep the surge moving forwards. Amy stared at Isabel who had yanked the chain; gasping for more air at the same time. Melissa raised herself up and looked into the eyes of her mistress, Isabel. "Lick me, now..." she insisted. Melissa never hesitated. She crawled between Isabel's legs and started to lick her pussy. She started doing all the same kind of pleasure-giving moves with her tongue, that Amy had just received. The taste, however, was different. Isabel's pussy was more fragrant, probably due to the shower gel that she had used earlier. Melissa licked her mistress' pussy with energy and relief. Relief, that she was finally sucking a pussy that she knew and was familiar with. She knew exactly how Isabel would react, what she wanted and how long it would take. Isabel started to moan and groan at the intrusion of Melissa's tongue. She wanted it all inside her. She had watched enough pussy licking between Amy and Melissa and now she wanted to feel it all happen to her. She too, thrust her pussy into Melissa's face. Melissa responded by taking her clit into her mouth and gently sucking on it. She knew what this would do to Isabel. She then started to flick her clit with her tongue and occasionally slip the flat of her tongue over the whole length of her pussy lips before returning to her clit. Isabel was on a high and it was getting much higher. Unlike Amy, Isabel pulled on the chain to drag Melissa's tongue and mouth closer to her pussy. She pulled on it until Melissa could hardly move. Isabel then slowly fucked her mouth in an up and down motion. This was it, thought Melissa, this was what she so fondly remembered when she received that text earlier in the day. The whole experience of Isabel holding her tight and fucking her mouth was out of this world. Isabel cried out, her head was flung backwards in open abandonment of her orgasm. She pulled on the chain and thrust her arse up and down. Her pussy, sliding effortlessly across Melissa's wet face. Apart from thrusting her fingers into her pussy and watching Isabel's orgasm build, Amy could do nothing. She watched, with some admiration, for how Isabel's orgasm was building, as the pair fucked themselves to oblivion. Isabel's orgasm was the best. At the point of it tipping her over the edge, she had raised her arse completely into the air, her heels dug into the soft leather and her whole body was raised upwards. It was all Melissa could do to stay in contact with her pussy. A little while after the point of no return, Isabel let go of the chain. It fell onto the sofa. Melissa had become detached from Isabel's pussy as her movements became more and more exaggerated. She slipped from the sofa in the knowledge that what she had done was exactly what Isabel had required. She looked up at her mistress with open eyes. She was contented. If Amy could have grasped the chain she would have. Instead she played with herself watching Isabel come down from her orgasm. She was amazed at how hard she had cum and wondered whether it was all Melissa's doing or the situation or both. Isabel eventually recovered. "She is my lovely toy, don't you agree, Amy?" She asked, looking at Melissa. "I want to cum so badly," replied Amy. Isabel smiled at her, bit her lower lip, pulled on it with her teeth and let it go. "Did I interrupt anything -- important," she said. Amy shot her a disdained look and sighed, shaking her head in the process. Isabel got up from the sofa reached for the chain and tossed it to Amy. "I'm going to get your favorite friend Melissa," she said, "Amy you have until I get back, then she's mine again." Amy smiled. Melissa smiled, but for very different reasons.
Isabel's Slave Chapter 4 - The night is not over for Melissa, the sex is only just beginning and this time it's personal. ============================================================================
Amy stared at Melissa, the huge grin on her face was almost unbelievable as she watched her mistress leave the lounge. Amy decided to put things in order. She yanked at the chain and Melissa's whole body turned to face Amy. Amy stood up, she took the remnants of her drink in her hand and gulped it down. "On the floor -- now," she commanded, "with your head next to the chair." Melissa did as she was told. She crept over to the chair and laid flat on the floor, face up. She watched as Amy straddled her. Looking down on her, Amy brought the chain upwards and took in the slack. Melissa's head lifted from the floor slightly. Amy held it there for a moment before letting her head rest once more on the floor. Amy bent down and sat on Melissa's stomach. She reached behind her and pushed a finger into her wet, waiting cunt. Melissa moaned at the pleasant intrusion. She would have liked to have told Amy to finger-fuck her, but she was not the one supposed to be telling anyone what to do. Nevertheless, Amy finger fucked Melissa as she reached behind her. Amy's breasts were heaving as she breathed in unison with her thrusts. She could see Melissa was getting worked up; her gasps were coming in short sharp bursts, and she was even insolent enough to raise her bum off the floor in an attempt to get more of Amy's finger inside her. Amy went along with the pretense of giving pleasure until she could see that Melissa was getting really close. Amy removed her finger, though Melissa never objected. Amy offered her finger to Melissa to suck on. Melissa licked Amy's finger clean only to find it was expertly replaced with her pussy as it was withdrawn in one smooth motion. Melissa started to lick Amy's pussy for a second time that night. She had her tongue right inside her cunt when Amy sat down on her face. Without asking, Melissa let her hands fondle Amy's arse and she brought both of them to bear on her plump flesh. Within minutes, her finger was pushing inside Amy's anus and she synchronized the movement of her finger with her tongue. Both intruded Amy at the same time and with the same pace. Amy placed both her hands on the arms of the chair, only this time she was careful to keep hold of the chain, pulling it upwards so that Melissa's face was tight against her pussy. She had learned one thing from Isabel that evening and that was to a keep a tight rein on her slave. Amy was moaning as Melissa fucked and licked her pussy. She pulled the chain tighter in an attempt to pull Melissa right inside her but it wasn't working. She eventually changed position a little to allow Melissa access to her clit. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world. Melissa had automatically changed her posture and started to lick and suck Amy's clit. It took Amy over the edge, almost immediately. Her hands pushed hard into the arms of the sofa. She was panting as she took in vast volumes of air and her stomach was clenching in rapid bursts. Amy's orgasm engulfed her as she knelt over Melissa's face and, even though she had released the chain, Melissa kept up her licking and sucking motions on Amy's clit. With one final gasp of air, Amy drenched Melissa's face. Her female cum-juice splattered from her pussy and covered Melissa as she sucked, forcing Melissa to stop and swallow the fluid before replacing her tongue on Amy's pussy. More juices flowed out of Amy's cunt and onto Melissa. "Impressive..." The voice was Isabel's. She was standing behind Amy, slightly to one side of her when she saw the sudden gush of fluid attempting to drown Melissa. "Are you still alive, Melissa?" she asked. Melissa nodded, supported by a slight sound indicating that she was still alive. Amy was still panting and holding onto the chair, allowing her orgasm to subside as she glanced sideways at Isabel. "Fuck me!" she exclaimed. Isabel was standing there proud of her eight inch cock that was strapped to her body. "No," replied Isabel, "not you, Melissa." Amy was slightly disappointed but made the effort to climb off Melissa's body, letting her get up from the floor. Amy knelt by her side as Melissa rose. Isabel reached out to Melissa and placed her hand on the back of her head, she guided her in for a lingering kiss as she tasted the juices on her face. "You know what to do," said Isabel. Melissa headed for the sofa. She knelt on it and placed her hands and head on the top of the sofa. She fell forward onto the sofa and rested there, her breasts and nipples brushing gently across the fine leather. Isabel stepped up to Melissa and stroked her bum with her right hand, she let it fall to the underside and then slipped it between her legs. Her fingers brushed against her pussy lips and one of them accidentally slipped inside. "No need to get you wet is there," she joked. There was no way Melissa needed to get wet, her pussy was more than ready for the cock that was about to penetrate her. In fact, she eagerly awaited it. It was the only cock that she got these days, since her enslavement to Isabel. But it was the only cock she really needed. Melissa felt the silicone at her entrance as Isabel moved it up and down over her pussy. Melissa closed her eyes in anticipation and sighed at the touch. She felt it intrude, but only slightly at first, then an inch or so penetrated her. Isabel was smiling profusely. She had inserted her cock an inch into Melissa's pussy, in a covert kind of way, slipping it in under the wetness of her cunt. She slid it in and out for a while making sure that it would not snag on the folds of her pussy. She knew exactly what she would do next and she knew the result it would have on Melissa. Melissa cried out loud. The word, "Fuck," left her mouth quickly in the form of a gasp and then a sharp intake of breath. Suddenly, the whole eight inches were inside her. Isabel relished the thought of fucking her huge cock into Melissa's cute little cunt. It went right in, up to the hilt, in one sharp thrust. Isabel left it there so that Melissa could relish its size. It filled her fully. Without warning, Isabel pulled it out to within an inch and then thrust it all the way in again. Melissa gasped a second time. Melissa wanted to cry out and tell Isabel what she wanted her to do with her cock, but that would have been inappropriate. After all, Isabel was her mistress. What Melissa wanted was to feel the cock pound her into submission and give her the orgasm she so desperately wanted. She wanted Isabel to push her into the sofa, grab her hair and pull her head back forcibly, then to fuck her to within an inch of her life. Melissa never said a word. Amy, however, did. "Fuck the little slut, Isabel," she cried, "let the fucker have it all." Isabel didn't need to be told how to fuck Melissa, she knew exactly how she would do that. Isabel finally grabbed Melissa's hips and pulled her backwards in unison to her forward fucking motion. The cock penetrated Melissa deeply. Every thrust was accompanied with a grunt or a scream of pleasure, never a satisfied sigh or whimper. Melissa was getting fucked, no messing. "Fuck, make her cum Isabel. I want to see if she gushes." The sound was from Amy behind her. Amy's hands had come up behind Isabel and she was stroking her tits as Isabel pounded into Melissa. The touch was light; anything too heavy would have interrupted her flow and thrusting technique. "I wish I was doing that," said Amy, "I really do." Isabel had started grunting now as she pushed even harder into Melissa. Melissa was sobbing quietly as her face was buried in the back of the leather sofa. She was fast approaching her orgasm and she hoped, just hoped, that Isabel would not detect that she was close to her orgasm and pull out of her. It was something that Isabel was prone to doing on the odd occasion. Amy was beside herself as she watched Melissa climb the virtual orgasmic hill to satisfaction. Amy was in two minds: at first she wanted it to be her doing the fucking then, on second thoughts, she wanted it to be her being fucked. She didn't particularly care whether Melissa or Isabel were the ones doing the fucking. Liquid started to flow down Melissa's legs. She was dripping wet. Her cum cream was getting everywhere. The toy was coated liberally with it and Isabel could see the extent of her wetness every time she pulled it backwards. Isabel thrust it in some more. Every now and then Isabel would push it in and move it only a few inches, leaving the cock to rub against the walls of her cunt. The action took Melissa over the edge. When she was certain her orgasm would break upon her, she cried out. "Fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard," she shouted. "Pull my fucking hair, take me..." Isabel was a little late on the hair pulling, but when she heard the words she quickly grabbed Melissa's hair and yanked her head backwards off the sofa. With her back arched as far as it would go, Melissa came. It was one huge orgasm but the fucking didn't stop when her orgasm started. Isabel continued to fuck into her until she was satisfied that Melissa had experienced everything there was to experience. As soon as Amy saw that Melissa was cumming, she joined in with the fucking motion, pretending to take Isabel from behind. She pushed her pussy into Isabel's arse, putting her off her stride at first until Isabel got used to it. Her hands eventually came up onto Isabel's breasts and she cupped them, squeezing her nipples in the process between her forefinger and thumb. Isabel cried out at the sudden pain. "Let me fuck her now," said Amy. Isabel was breathing quite heavily after the exertion. She pulled the cock from Melissa and stood back letting her recover. Melissa was grinning when she turned around. Unexpectedly, she jumped up towards Isabel and kissed her full on the lips. "Thank you for letting me cum," she said. "Let me fuck her -- please," Amy repeated. Isabel unstrapped the device and held the cock in her hands. She looked at Amy and then at Melissa. The words Let me fuck her' and Thank you for letting me cum' played as a video in her mind. She still felt the pain in her nipples. Isabel gave the strap-on to Melissa. "You can fuck Amy," she said, "Take her and don't let her squirm out of it. Pound into her, good and proper and fuck her very hard. I will be watching you." Her words hung in the air as Melissa took the strap-on from Isabel. Melissa looked at Amy. Amy was dumbfounded, she could not believe the words uttered by Isabel, but she knew she would not cross her. She looked at Melissa and then down at the strap-on that was now hanging from her groin. Melissa was tightening the last straps, pulling the cock erect. "Where do you want me?" she asked, pouting.
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