The following is a complete work of fiction, involving female-female domination. None of the people in this story are based on any real person or real situation. This story may not be copied for any use other than intended by the author. Civil and kind comments may be sent to the author at kc453645@hotmail.com
When I was younger it was not unusual for my friend Sarah and me to walk around without underwear. Oh, we had shirts and pants or skirts or dresses on, just no panties, as our moms said it was cooler in the summer to not have extra garments on that nobody could see anyway.
When we were a little older, about 16, Sarah and I would sometimes not wear underwear at school, teasing all the boys as our shirts pressed up tight against our growing breasts, and our skirts nestled just above our butts. Sarah liked to give everyone a show when she would stand in front of the drinking fountain and take a long, slow drink, allowing those behind her to see her behind.
It was not until later in our senior year that I realized Sarah never wore underwear. It was in the girls' locker room at our high school. Our soccer team had just completed a rather rough practice, and all of us were sweating a lot. As we got back indoors, I saw Sarah changing next to my locker and saw her slip out of her uniform. She was already nude, her body glistening in perspiration.
After showering, we walked back to the lockers and I watched Sarah slip on her school clothes without a bra or panties underneath.
"Sarah, what are you doing? Where is your underwear?" I said.
"Don't say anything, Katie. My mom won't let me wear underwear."
"Why?"
"I can't say. Please don't bring it up anymore."
A few days passed before I saw Sarah again at school, this time she was in the library and was reaching for a book on the top shelf. Her skirt lifted showing her butt in full view. I was shocked that Sarah would want to show herself this way at school. Without telling her, I decided I would see Sarah's mom and discuss the issue with her privately.
Sarah's parents were divorced, and on the upcoming weekend I knew she would be visiting her father out of town, leaving her mom alone at home. I arrived at Sarah's house at around 9 a.m. Saturday, just after Sarah had taken off. I walked up to the front door, knocked, and waited for Sarah's mom to open the door.
I suddenly heard a voice coming from an intercom on the side of the door.
"Who are you and what do you want?" the voice said.
"I am Katie, and I want to talk to Sarah's mom. I think there is a problem that needs to be corrected."
A few minutes passed before the voice told me to walk around back and wait by the door. After arriving, a tall woman came to the door, said she was Maria, Sarah's mother, and asked me to come inside.
"What is it that you want?" she said in a clam voice.
"Well, I, uh, um, I wanted to know..."
"Well, what is it," Maria said, now staring at me with her dark brown eyes.
"I want to know why Sarah says you won't allow her to wear underwear."
"Oh, is that all," she said. "Come inside and follow me"
I followed Sarah's mom down a hallway and down a set of stairs. I was mesmerized watching her butt bounce from side to side as she walked. Once we got downstairs, Maria locked the door by remote control. I was a little nervous, and I soon realized why.
Maria turned to face me and said: "Take off your underwear."
"Wha-wha-what?" I said.
"I told you to take off your underwear, Katie."
Seeing the forcefulness in her eyes and hearing it in her voice, I did as she said, slipping my panties off, and taking my top off to remove my bra. Now I was standing naked in front of her.
"You are not to wear any underwear under any circumstances. Underwear is for losers. You will do as Sarah does or face the consequences."
Wanting to show me what she meant, Maria grabbed me by the hand and tied my wrists to a chain hanging from the ceiling. She pushed a button on her remote and the chains went up, lifting me to the point where I stood on my tippy-toes. Maria then grabbed a large paddling board and swatted me on my butt.
Wack. "Ouch, that hurts," I said.
Wack. "This is what happens to girls who wear underwear," she said.
Wack. Wack. Wack.
In all, I was swatted 10 times before Maria took me down. I fell to my hands and knees and was covered in sweat and my nipples were hard as pencil erasers. My vagina was all puffy and wet. Maria saw me and said, "Katie, I have to have you." She placed her mouth over mine, and slid a hand between my legs. I melted and fell into her embrace.
Maria laid me down on the floor and started eating me out, causing me to get all light headed with excitement. I started cooing like a bird as my orgasm neared. Maria apparently knew what was coming as she ground her face into my pussy, causing me to convulse and cum and breathe deep until I passed out.
When I came to, I found myself in a bathtub. Maria had carried me upstairs and was washing me by hand. When I came to, Maria said, "Katie, you know I own you know. You will not wear underwear just like Sarah, and I will watch you all the time."
"If I ever catch you wearing underwear, you will be punished," she said. "I will be watching you everywhere you go, and I will have people watching you for me, and if they ever tell me you were wearing underwear, I will punish you in ways far worse than smacking your sweet ass."
Maria told me to grab my clothes and get in her car so she could drive me home. In somewhat of a daze I got dressed, not realizing I did not have underwear and would no longer be allowed to wear it anyway.
Once we arrived, Maria grabbed me by the arm and walked me inside and upstairs to my bedroom, which had pink walls and posters of my favorite girl singers on the wall, the ones I dreamed about being with after one of their concerts, hugging their sweaty bodies and feeling their heat against myself.
Out of nowhere Maria took out a brown paper bag and told me to place all of my underwear inside. She went so far as to follow me to the laundry room, where I had some bras and panties waiting to get washed. Maria asked me five times if there was any other underwear in the house that I wore. She told me I was never to wear anything under my clothes, and that I was never to wear any of my mother's underwear or my little sister's underwear.
"This is our secret," she said. "Tell anyone and I will do more than swat your pretty butt with a paddle."
The next day at school, Sarah watched as I changed out of my school clothes and into my soccer uniform. With a tear in her eye, I saw her look away, as if she knew what was going on with me, and that she was sorry that I got involved and there was no turning back.