Labor Day Lesbian Submission: Part 8
By
Susie T. (susietreasure@yahoo.com)
(This story is not for minors or anyone offended by descriptions of sexual exploration between adventurous women. All characters are ... well, you figure it out for yourself. Feedback is welcome, esp. from like-minded gurls. Please read parts 1-7 first!)
Part 8 (Conclusion)
I was aware more fully again of Heather's glowing presence. As I had witnessed her whipping, she had witnessed mine. And as I had become sexually inflamed by watching her under Gwen's magisterial punishment, so must she have become inflamed by watching me under Gwen's command: I could smell it.
And now I felt it as her hands stroked my face, as she ripped the blindfold off me and turned and squatted on my face, pressing her copiously moist pussy on my mouth and grinding it furiously as she lifted my head into her wondrously aromatic cunt. She exploded in a matter of seconds as my lips and tongue feasted on her slit and drank her ambrosial juices. I shook my head rapidly sideways to enhance her pleasure and sought out her clit with the flat of my tongue and sucked it between my lips, and I reveled in her cumming as she moaned and moaned, finally attaining the release that had so long been denied her. Our eyes met when she gazed down at me as she thrashed about and this electrified me and increased my own yearning to be touched and to cum.
I was discovering how different these beautiful women were from one another. Gwen, despite her Latin looks, was cooler, more imposing, unreachable -- and frankly more powerful. Blond and blue-eyed Heather was softer, grabbable -- she could be vicious and merciless, but there was an aphrodisiac quality to her commands that was just very different from Gwen. There was something about her with which I myself identified, something .... Provocatively, invitingly submissive maybe? Gwen was all dominance, that's for sure, and the thrill of submitting to her was more encompassing and almost awe-inspiring, reaching into and throughout my entire body.
I was exhausted from the tension of wanting to cum. Heather's kisses on my mouth as she undid the knot tying my braid to my hands were delicious and I just wished she would kiss her way down to my pussy. But she didn't. Instead she pulled me to the floor and lay next to me, caressing me. Her hand traveled to my thighs, which jumped at her touch, and then settled on the dildo in my nether-hole. She very slowly removed it and waited for me to settle down after each rib passed through my sphincter. After it was out altogether she brought it to my lips and I took it into my mouth without hesitation. She joined me in kissing and licking it and kissing me after we had cleaned it off and lying on top of me, but taking care not to touch my cunt with her mound.
My hands were still bound behind and under my back and my ankles of course were tied so that the soles of my feet were pressed together and my turned out legs formed a diamond shape.
"Hi girlfriends," said Gwen, startling us out of our play. Heather quickly moved aside and smiled as if she'd been caught in mischief -- which she was!
"You just can't keep your slutty body off her, can you pet?" said Gwen. "Well, I can't say I blame you -- Susie is so terribly fucking docile and fetching, isn't she?"
I was burning with frustrated desire and determined I would get Gwen to minister to me.
She set a basket down and withdrew from it a strap-on and tossed it to Heather.
"Do me, pet," she ordered. "On your knees!" she added, preventing Heather from rising.
Heather went to her and attached the harnessed dildo and Gwen looked like a fucking glorious goddess with her new addition. Yes, I thought, use it, Gwen you bitch, fuck me through the floor, you beautiful cunt!
As Heather buckled the harness Gwen sniffed the air and lifted Heather's chin.
"You've cum, haven't you?" she asked.
Heather lowered her eyes.
"Yes, Mistress," she meekly answered.
"By her tongue?"
"Yes, Mistress, by her tongue."
"Well, pet, I'd like you to use your own tongue and clean my boots for me while your girlfriend watches."
Heather bowed her head and started by licking the heels and insteps of Gwen's expensive leather boots, which reached over her knees. When Gwen lifted a foot Heather very slowly sucked on a heel and then licked the entire sole up and back, up and back, and very gradually she made her way to the upper part of the foot, the calf and finally the thigh, and then back down again! It must have been almost 10 minutes -- 10 of the most erotic minutes imaginable -- before Gwen asked Heather to remove her boots for her.
Gwen had the most elegant and beautiful legs....I ogled them even as I lay helpless before her. She nodded and as if on cue Heather retrieved the basket for her. Gwen looked simply magnificent and imposing with her long dark hair and eyes and curvaceous tall figure, with her large tantalizing phallus emphasizing her power to pleasure. Looking down on my prostrate form, she commented, "Let's try some different jewelry for you, slut, something more modest."
She retrieved a handful of wooden clothespins and knelt at my feet.
"I know what you want and need, bitch, and I'm going to give it to you" she warned.
My pussy was sopping. She pulled my outer labia together very gingerly and placed the first clothespin on them in the middle of my slit. It pinched tremendously making me wince but also sending lustful jolts through my pussy.
"I want to make sure you protect your treasure," she added wrily.
Gwen attached five pins along my cunt and the combined effect was incredible: the heat of the pinch and pressure coursed through my loins. She held one pin aloft and asked me where I thought it would go. I knew but couldn't respond!
Very slowly she opened the clothespin and clamped it around the hood and body of my clit and when she finally let go my I moaned in agony and writhed upward. It felt so hot, so painfully wonderful!
"Now, I think your wicked tongue needs to be taught a lesson! Open your pretty little mouth, Susie." I complied and Gwen attached a clothespin to my tongue. This too hurt awfully and I began almost immediately to drool.
"Have you even seen such a lusciously helpless and willing bitch, Heather?" she asked rhetorically.
Gwen turned to me. "Let's see, how old did you say you were, 37?"
I nodded and grunted, "Yes, Mistress."
Heather scooted to my head, rested on her knees and pulled my hair back and gently held it as Gwen fetched the flogger with which she had tortured Heather a short while back, the one with the knotted tendrils. I gasped but lust gave me courage.
"Count for me, bitch," commanded Gwen.
The first blow landed on my stomach searing me... the second across my chest.
I recoiled and forgot to start counting because of the sudden shock of her lashes.
"Shall we start again?" asked Gwen coolly.
She wielded the whip with devilish accuracy, inflicting intense burning pain along my thighs, my tummy, my breasts. I counted but sounded like a fool with the pin in my mouth and my drool. She flicked from one breast to another for a while, then used a harsh powerful stroke across my right thigh. I tried to turn to my side but Heather placed her arms on my shoulders and held me down, and when I tried to move my legs in Gwen struck the inside of my thighs even harder.
She then dangled the tails of the whip over the clothespins pinching my pussy and I screamed.
"You" -- LASH -- "fucking" -- LASH -- "slutty" -- LASH -- "Susie" -- LASH -- "bitch" ... the blows landed everywhere, harshly, snapping with force, and I writhed and groaned, but I kept my count: I would not give in this time, I would not let her defeat me!
"Eleven" I mumbled incoherently. Gwen paused and walked around me. I lay panting heavily, completely red. Heather kissed my forehead. My hands were under my back and my legs were open. My cunt throbbed from the pins and ached to be filled, ached for Gwen to fuck it nonetheless.
Without a word Gwen attacked the clothespins on my pussy with a fury, knocking five off: only the one on my poor burning clit was left. She stood back between my legs and brought the whip down fiercely from over her head and this last remaining pin was torn from my clit. Heather quickly removed the clothespin from my mouth and kissed me to muffle my cries. It took minutes to quiet me. I was quivering and shaking and moaning, but somehow mysteriously happy and grateful.
"Let her go, Heather, now I want to hear her beg like the helpless fucking seductive slut she is, I want to hear her tell me what more she wants, I want to hear her tell me how much she likes my whip."
I managed to catch my breath finally and I looked Gwen right in the eyes.
"I want you to fuck me, Mistress! I want your cock in my fucking cunt! I want to cum!"
Gwen knelt down.
"Fuck me, Gwen, I can't stand it!"
"Do you like my whip, Susie?" she asked quietly.
"Yes, I love your fucking whip, you bitch , you know I do , but now I need your cock, I need you to fill me, I need to cum so badly!"
I was like a frenzied animal jumping out of its skin.
Gwen relented and lifted my bound legs over her head and touched the tip of her lovely fake cock to my pussy's entrance, teasing me yet some more, and then unexpectedly she thrust in me hard all at once and by the third stoke I was in spasms.
"Cum for me, bitch, cum for me, my lovely fucking pretty Susie slut," she intoned.
And I came and came and Heather kissed and kissed me deeply, and Gwen fucked and thrust me further into ecstasy.
It was very very late by the time I hastily threw on some jeans and a blouse. I'd have to call out the next day, I knew: I was in no shape to work We three of us shared another glass of champagne, and another series of kisses and although I really wanted to stay the night I wasn't asked. Instead Heather invited me to bind Gwen to the leashes dangling from the ceiling, affix the spreader bar to her ankles, insert a gag into her luscious mouth while Heather donned the strap-on.
We left Gwen waiting while Heather accompanied me to the door and gave me a long lingering kiss, along with a card with the name of the club where she danced.
"I'd love for you to stay, dear sweet Susie," she said as she caressed my cheek, "but this is between Gwen and me now."
I shuddered to imagine what would ensue and in the cab on my way back to the real world I celebrated my newly awakened self.
The End
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