Lillian

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I'd love to inform you that my life had taken radical new turns after my awakening with Karen, but, alas, it had not. Oh, I'd been sleeping with Karen whenever I could, but other than that love affair, I was still the same old conservative housewife. Other than those moments of bliss when Karen and I were high from our own passion, my life was still dull and drab.

The bottom dropped out when Karen had to go out for extended training.

"How much longer," I asked every time she called.

"Two more months, honey. I might be able to come back for the weekend, but that won't be for a while."

"But I miss you, Karen."

"Yeah," she chuckled, "you miss me laying on top of you."

I smiled. "Amongst other things."

"Well," she asked, "what are you doing to satisfy yourself?"

"What? Sex?"

"No, eating big meals. Yes, sex, silly. Getting' it good from Daniel now that your girlfriend is out of town?"

"Oy!" She knew what I meant. In the two months we'd been having our affair, Daniel seemed to be more interested in sex with me, but he was just as unfulfilling as ever. But, then again, Karen was giving me just about the best sex I'd ever dreamt about, so maybe I was spoiled.

"Well, Lil, if it helps, stay at my place for a while. You know where the toys are. Pop in a movie and have fun." I smiled. How did she think I'd been able to stay sane so far? "Or, you could go out and meet someone."

Pause. "What?"

"Yeah. Go out. You might someone to meet your needs."

"Karen, I could never cheat on you," I wanted her to know. She was what I needed. She was all I wanted.

"Lillian. How many men did you sleep with before you married Daniel?"

"Just Daniel."

"Lillian, how many women have you slept with?"

"Three. You, Katherine and Mila."

"True, but you only slept with Katherine and Mila on the first day or so. You've been fucking me for two months. While I always appreciate monogamy in a lover, I also like a lover who's with me because they know there's no one else they want to be with."

I just stared at the snapshot of us. smiling. My heart raced. My eyes welled up. "What are you saying, Karen?"

Pause. "God, I knew we should've talked about this before I left."

Sniff. "Yeah, maybe."

"I want you to know what you want, Lillian. I don't want you to feel you have to be with me just because you like me a lot more than your husband. You've got a chance to really know yourself. I won't stand in the way."

Every breath fed the fire of my emotion. As I drew breath to speak, my voice cracked. My tears streamed. "You're not breaking up with me. Please don't." God, I was pathetic. My lover picks an inopportune moment to have a heavy conversation and I react like a teenager begging not to be alone.

"Shhh. No. I'm saying that you're not a kept woman, and I'm not there to satisfy you. If you find someone you like and who's willing, I say you bring them back to my place or you go to theirs. Then, you can tell me all about it. if you feel like it."

In retrospect, what she said made sense. While it's sweet to think that falling for the person that took your virginity is possible, it may not be so great for the more experienced person. Of course, that didn't stop me from balling my eyes out that night.

The next few nights, I went to some of the hangouts that Karen and I frequented. Hanging out at the bar. Drinking. Occasionally accepting a drink from a distinguished looking woman in a men's suit.. Dancing with people. It did nothing for me.

One thing I did get form the meat market experience was the name of a good video store. Desert Hearts Books specialized in gay and lesbian materials. Books, magazines, videos and toys lined the walls. I walked in, and within five minutes, the owner of the place had me pegged.

"You're new to it all, aren't you?"

"Excuse me," I asked with just a touch of shock.

She was Jacqueline. She was known as Jackie or Jack. Her thin, boyish body served her well with the short hair. Almost like Hillary Swank in "Boys Don't Cry". "We've got four types of women that come in an adult bookstore like this one. The first two are what people call the butches and the femmes. You know. The tough lookin' girls and the girly lookin' girls. Third, we have the straight girls who just come in for the hell of it. They need some toys, but don't want to deal with guys. They're pretty straightforward and very straight. You're in the last group. Women who, if they haven't been with a woman yet, are really curious about it. And even if you have been with someone, you're still unsure about the whole. thing."

"Thing?"

"Not sure you're. I mean, they're a lesbian or not." She smiled faintly to let me know she didn't mean anything by it and that I didn't need to respond.

I broke the iceberg between us. "Tapes. I need movies, but I'm not sure which are good."

Jackie smiled. "Do you know what you like? Really 'high end' stuff? 'Hard core'? 'Chick flicks'?"

"Chick flicks?" I'd never heard of this used in reference to porn.

"Emotional and lots of stuff about relationships."

Jackie ended up assembling a collection of movies for me. Some more hard-core than others, but it was, well, revealing. Upon my return, I asked her for more movies like one she gave me before. It was about a very femme and submissive woman whose partner was exceptionally dominant. Like a train wreck, I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It was just like all that straight porn that I never liked. However, this had me. I thought about myself in the submissive's position. Being controlled. Someone taking charge of me. After all, Karen didn't seem to like the idea of being in charge. The idea of someone ordering me seemed wonderful.

Jackie loaded me up and I spent days in Karen's bed with her perfume sprayed on the sheets to remind me of her scent. I piled up the pillows so I could view the TV from the bed and use the toys often. If only Karen would come back and tell me I couldn't see other people. If she'd just come back and jump on top of me. If she'd come back and manhandle me like the silly girls in the movies. God, yes. More. More. More.

Jackie smiled as I entered the store to return my latest selections. "How'd you like them?"

"As good as ever," I said half-heartedly.

"Hey," she noticed. "What's that all about?"

"Oh, nothing." She knew I was lying. I'd told her about my plight. About Daniel. My life. Karen. My newfound 'interest'. "Well, ever get tired on masturbating?"

"That's when you go out and find someone to play with, Lil."

"Yeah, like I could do that."

"Straight, married women have been known to fool around before."

Straight? She was making fun of me and my indecision. "Hey!"

"I'm sorry. I meant just 'straight women'."

"Listen you bitch," I shot back jokingly.

"O.K. 'Married women'." She smiled.

I smiled. "Thank you."

"Listen, I couldn't think of anything interesting to give you today as far as tapes go, but I did find a book you might want to borrow."

"Yeah?"

"It's about a woman that spends her life in a harem. It turns out that the 'sultan' is actually a woman in disguise." She raised her eyebrow.

"Sure."

As she went back to get the book, I looked on the counter and saw some of those temporary tattoos. These, however, were sexual in nature. The one that caught me eye had the word 'slave' in Gothic lettering and had two female symbols (the circle with the cross on it) intertwined beneath. "Cool."

"You want that too?" Jackie'd just come back with the book.

"I'd never be able to put it on."

"If you buy it, I'll put it on you. How's that for service?"

A moment later, we were in the back of the store in the lounge. I was on the sofa lying on my belly because we decided that the best place for my temporary SLAVE brand would be my ass. It's inconspicuous, but I would know it's there. Just lift up the hem of my skirt some and - BOOM - they would see my brand.

And as I lay there, I realized how vulnerable I was. In the place of business of a strange woman. Lying down. Exposed derriere. People could talk.

Every move Jackie made had me on edge. Every touch seemed longer than it needed to be. It lasted only a minute or so. putting the tattoo on, but we weren't done.

"O.K., girl, you're officially branded a straight-married-female-slave. Get up."

I stayed with my exposed behind. Hands clenched in front of me. "Where's the 'lesbian' part?"

"Sorry. Straight-married-female-lesbian-slave. Get up."

"No."

"Huh?"

"I'm not getting up."

SWAT! She spanked me! "You bitch! Get up!" SWAT!

"You're the bitch. What are you doing spanking me?"

"Every bad slave needs a spanking. Move." SWAT!

"No." SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! I was red hot. In the space of a moment, I'd gone from fed up with my life to having my bare ass spanked by a good looking butch woman. A woman who knew what I'd been fantasizing about.

"Well,"said Jackie, "if you're not coming up, I'll have to tickle you out." She instantly jumped on top of me and grabbed for my ribs. I couldn't stop. LAUGH. I couldn't control. LAUGH. my breathing. LAUGH. Her hands on my waist. Ribs. LAUGH.

She grabbed both of my hands and pulled my arms behind my back with one hand while she continued to tickle with the other. As she moved to tickle, her crotch pushed against my bare ass. Her hard crotch. "Jesus, what do you have in there?" I knew. My pussy knew too. Instantly wet, it screamed for attention.

She knew I knew too. All she did was unbutton her jeans with one hand and pull out the strap-on she told me she wears on occasion. She then pulled my panties to the side and slid her cock up and down the swollen lips of my sex. My breathing grew ragged. My pulse raced.

Jackie released my hand long enough for me to slip the shaft inside of me. "Give it back."

"What?"

"Your hand, Lil. Give me your fucking hand again, you tease." Soon, I was pinned again to the sofa. Both hands behind me and someone that was not Karen or my husband behind them thrusting into my sex.

Jackie's free hand wandered over my body without limitation. She caressed my breasts and pulled on my nipples. But she spent most of her time massaging my clit. Cock and finger. Finger and cock.

Yes, Jackie. That's so good. Keep doing that. Keep fucking me."

SMACK! Again on my ass. "Shut up. Speak when you're spoken to. You're my slave now, so you'll do what I tell you to. Making me wait for days as you strut on in here like you don't know you're driving me insane with that body. You made my nipples scream of in pain, Lil. I masturbated to you. I wanted you. I want you now. I'll have as much of that sweet little pussy of yours as I please."

Fuck, yeah. God, yes. More. More. More.

After we'd both exploded in pools of erotic fire, Jackie pulled out of me, released my hands and said, "Clean it off" and motioned to her cock. I turned around and attempted to swallow it whole. I'd come, but I wasn't done.

Slowly, I undressed until I was naked on the floor between her knees. Then, I started to undress Jackie. Thin torso. Small breasts like I had in high school. Great nipples. I sucked them in like it was no one's business. Their texture. Their heat. More. I need more. So, I sat on her cock again and this time fed her my breasts.

"Oh, Jackie. Oh, Jackie, yes."

"Daddy."

"Huh?"

"Call me Daddy. I've got my girl cock deep inside of you, I want you to call me Daddy or I'm leaving, slave" SWACK!

"O.K. Daddy. Fuck me harder, Daddy." The more I said it, the more enthusiastic she got. "Daddy, yes, fill me up with you. Fill me with your girl come. Make me happy, Daddy, and come in my pussy."

She was a dragon. She was a bull ride. She was nothing I'd thought and so much more, because she was soon sucking on my hard nipples like they were candy and mumbling. "Coming. Coming." As I felt her thrusting forward as her orgasm washed over her, my own orgasm showered over me and we both collapsed in a heap of slave/master passion.

Just as we were coming down form our sex-high, Jackie said, "You know I came inside of you twice?"

I touched the side of her face. "Yes, thank you. You made me come so much too. Good thing I can't get pregnant."

She looked at me. "Are you sure?"

Suddenly, my eyes flew open. "Why?" I expected the worst.

"Oh, you're not really, but maybe you are in a way. Maybe my girl seed inside of you can help create a beautiful, confident woman who knows who she is and what she likes. With enough nurturing, I'm sure it's possible."

I quietly touched my belly. It'd been years since I was pregnant, even figuratively. I smiled.

"Oh, look," said Jackie, "your tattoo's rubbed off already.." She was looking at the mirror and seeing my butt. "We need to get you another one." Jackie padded out to the shop. I'm not sure who was manning the shop. if anyone. She came back with temporary tattoo in hand.

I made her sit down again and mounted her girl-cock. My full breasts in her face, I asked her to apply it to my chest. between my breasts. "People will see it, Lil."

I was already lost of the feeling of her inside of me. "Let them."

She finished applying it and promptly turned her attention to my excited nipples. "Mmmm, how's my straight-married-female-lesbian-slave."

I stopped for a moment. and resumed riding Jackie like the sex toy she was to me. And I was to her. Smiling, I said, "I'm just your slave. Your lesbian slave."

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