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  Then I feel her topple over the edge. Her entire body shakes. Her legs go limp, but her hands clamp around my head as she locks me in place. Her eyes roll to the back of her head for a moment as she crumples back onto the couch cushion.

  I pull away and wipe her wet juices off my mouth with the back of my hand. I look down to see just how wet and horny I was. My own wetness is smearing along the inside of my thighs. I can’t help it. I have to feel some kind of pleasure. I reach down and slip a finger inside of myself.

  “No! Absolutely not, slut!” Mistress Lilly sits up and slaps my hand away from my pussy. I feel shame wash over me. She’s a master at making me feel bad about myself. That feeling is starting to become quite familiar now that I’m around her. She glares down at me in anger and disappointment. “I think you know better. Did I say you could touch yourself?”

  I look down to the floor as I shift uncomfortably on the pillow. “No, Mistress Lilly.”

  “Are you going to disobey me again?”

  I look up at her. “No, Mistress Lilly.”

  “A punishment is in order for you.” She stands up and pulls her leather skirt back down. My whole body aches the moment her wet pussy his hidden from me again. “Go over there.” She snaps her fingers and points toward the big floor to ceiling window overlooking the city. I look up at her in shock. Is she serious? She wants me to stand in front of the window completely naked. Does she know who I am?

  “Now!” She yells so loud her voice echoes inside the marble floored condo.

  I quickly move into action. Just as I start to stand, her hand lands on my shoulder to stop me.

  “No, my little slut. You crawl like the horny dog in heat that you are.” She says with a devilish smirk as she stares down at me. Her degrading words send my heart pounding.

  I start to crawl forward anyway. The tile is hard and cold on my hands and knees, but I won’t dare question her again. It hurts, but Mistress Lilly is giggling behind me as I crawl toward the window. It’s humiliating and exhilarating at the same time. For some reason, I’m starting to like the way she mocks and humiliates me.

  I don’t have the capacity to make decisions anymore. In here, she’s the one in charge. I’m the one who obeys. It adds a whole layer of exciting mystery I never thought was possible for sex.

  As soon as I get to the window, I stop. I can hear her heels clicking as she struts over to a cabinet by the kitchen. I thought it would have dishes inside of it, but as she opens it up to reveal an assortment of sex toys. She looks for a long moment, tapping her finger on her chin before deciding on one.

  “I think this is perfect.” She grabs it before turning around. The moment I see it I know exactly what it is. It looks like the flogger from the cover picture on her website. The long, leather strands dangle down as she saunters over to me with a smirk.

  “Up on your feet. Hands flat against the window. Ass out.”

  I do as I’m told. My heart races so fast I think it might race out of my chest. I place my palms flat against the cold glass and bend over. Her high heels click and clack as she steps up behind me. A shudder races through my entire body as I wait in anticipation.

  She grabs ahold of my hip. “Ass out farther.” She snaps, nails digging into me so hard I wince.

  I push my ass back and out until my back arches. Mistress Lilly steps away, lightly tapping the crop against her hand as she laughs under her breath. I can tell she’s trying to decide what to do to me, but I know what’s coming next. There’s only one logical conclusion for where this is heading. I’ve never felt more vulnerable in my entire life.

  “Bad sluts like you don’t listen.” She growls before lightly tapping the crop against the inside of my thighs. “Bad sluts touch themselves when they’re not allowed to.” She slips it up a little farther until it lightly brushes against my wetness. My pussy aches the second I feel the leather straps against my wet center. “Are you a bad slut?” The crop continues to circle around my pussy lips, teasing me so much I tremble. She adds a little more pressure to make me squirm.

  “No, Mistress Lilly.” I say, staring straight ahead out the window.

  “Then why did you touch yourself?”

  “I’m sorry, Mistress Lilly.” I look at a few people walking below us and question whether I’d rather be down there and away from here. But I already know the answer. There’s no other place I’d rather be. All the material things I’ve ever bought never gave me a rush like I’m feeling now.

  “Sorry isn’t good enough, slut. I think you need to give me more than just a half-assed apology.” The crop pulls away.

  Slap!

  The leather straps come whipping down over my cheek. It stings like hot embers. My jaw clenches as I fight through the pain and resist the urge to turn and shield my ass.

  “You handled that quite well.” She laughs at me in her mocking tone.

  Smack!

  The next one hurts more. “Fuck!” I yelp out, reaching behind me to block any other hits.

  “No, my slut. You keep those hands flat against the glass.” She taps my hand away with the crop. I look at Mistress Lilly through the reflection of the glass as she swings back for another.

  SLAP!

  My heart lurches to my throat as the pain takes over. A light sheen of sweat covers my body. I do my best to ignore the pain. I want to please her, but she’s pushing me to my limits. All I want to do is make her happy. Maybe then she’ll stop.

  She reaches the end of the crop back between my legs until she traces it up my wet folds.

  “I think you like submitting to me, don’t you slut?” The crop brushes along my wet pussy. It makes me shake and hold my breath before I’m able to speak again.

  “Y…yes Mistress…Lilly.” I stutter out. She’s pulling a million different emotions out of me, but none of them are resistant. I poke my ass back a little more as I try to lean into my punishment.

  She giggles at my trembling body. Then she leans over my back, tits pressing against my shoulder blades as she whisper into my ear. “I know how to break you.”

  She pulls back and runs the crop up and down my pussy, smearing my wet juices along my thighs. Every time she runs the end of the crop up my wetness, my legs feel wobbly and weak. It forces me to lean more against the window even more.

  “I’ve got just the surprise for you, my slut.” She giggles. “You stay right here and don’t move a muscle.”

  Slap!

  “Shit…” I curse as she lands one last spank against my ass. She turns around and struts back toward the cabinet filled with sex toys. I glance over my shoulder to see what she’s grabbing.

  My heart drops the moment I see it.

  It’s a strap-on dildo.

  “My slut looks a little nervous.” Mistress Lily says as she lets her skirt drop down her legs and to the floor. Her hips wiggle as she fastens the harness in place. I can’t tear my eyes away from the cock as she does. It bounces in front of her as she grabs lube from the cabinet and struts over to me. “Now it’s time to really submit to me.” She says with an evil smirk.

  My entire body is buzzing with nerves as her high heels click on the marble floor.

  I quickly look back out the window. A part of me wants to think about anything but Mistress Lilly walking toward me, but I can’t tear my mind away from the cock strapped onto her. Judging by the ache in my pussy and the wetness smearing along the inside of my thighs—I want this.

  “I thought I might need this.” She says, motioning toward the bottle of lube she brought with her, “but seeing how wet you are, I don’t think I do.” She giggles and tosses the bottle on the couch behind her.

  Mistress Lilly steps closer and nestles the cock right between my legs. I shudder the moment I feel my wet lips slip around its head. She laughs at the whimpering sound coming out of me. My hips roll back a little to feel more of the dildo. Just the idea of her fucking me with this thing has my heart racing a million miles an hour.

  “You want to get fuc
ked like a slut, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Mistress Lilly.” I admit in a quiet whimper.

  She grabs my hip. Her nails cut into my flesh as she yanks me back, hoisting my ass up a little higher. She grabs the dildo and slowly slips it inside of me. My whole body goes still as my pussy eases around it. My mouth falls open in a silent scream. It feels much bigger than it looked, but I’m so wet it doesn’t hurt at all.

  “Accept your submission to me like the slut you are.” She purrs as she pushes the first inch inside. My eyes clench shut. I can barely breathe. Finally, I open my eyes again to look straight out the window. There are so many cars and people below us. I wonder if anyone is watching us. I’m on full display for the entire world and it already makes me want to come.

  Mistress Lilly leans over me. I can feel her breasts press against my back as she whispers into my ear. “I want to hear you moan for it. Moan for this cock inside your tight little slut-pussy.”

  “Fuck…Mistress Lilly! Your cock feels so good!” I groan for her. My voice echoes off the marble floor.

  “That’s it.” She laughs, thrusting her hips forward to push more of the cock into me. She pulls me back by the hips. Another couple inches push inside and I wonder how much more I can take. I feel so full and filled to the brim—defiled like the slut I am.

  “Fuck.” I pant as more of the strap-on thrusts into me, making my breasts tap against the window. I look down in a euphoric daze to see crowd forming around a park bench. A few people point up at the window as they pull out their phones.

  “Look!” Mistress Lilly laughs. “Let’s put on a show for them.” She bucks her hips and sinks the last inch of the cock inside me. My breasts bounce wildly against the glass as I look down onto the street. A strange mix of horror and excitement spins throughout my body. I can’t believe this is happening, but I can’t deny how exhilarating it feels.

  My breath comes in ragged spurts as my pussy grips at the strap-on. My palms are sweaty and flat against the window. The people down on the street are laughing, pointing, and filming the most sexually humiliating moment of my entire life. But there’s something about it that keeps turning me on. It’s like a feedback loop of pleasure pulsing inside of my body until an impending orgasm starts to coil up in my center.

  I bend over even farther, submitting all that I am to her.

  Every time her hips smack against my ass, my tits bounce against the glass. I want to reach down brush my fingers over my clit, but touching myself is against the rules. The rhythmic sound of her hips slapping against my ass fills the quiet condo.

  It electrifies the air with raw, sexual energy. I push back against her thrusts, meeting her hips with my tight little slut-pussy.

  “That’s it. You know how to get fucked.” Mistress Lilly giggles. “I suppose a reward is in order since you’ve been such a good girl. Plus, we’ve got an audience. I think they want a climax to this little show we’re putting on.” She laughs as she tilts my hips, leans back, and thrusts her hips at a furious pace. My legs are so weak I feel like I could fall to the ground, but I’m leaning against the window for enough support to keep me standing.

  She grabs my hair, twists some of it in her hand, and cranes my neck back.

  “I bet you won’t last more than a minute.” Mistress Lilly says. Her hips land flush against my ass as she grinds the shaft into me. Deep. And hard.

  It makes my whole body shake as I squeal in pleasure. Her hand reaches around and grips ahold of one of my bouncing tits. She squeezes so hard it hurts, but I completely ignore the pain. All I can think about is speeding toward the edge of no return.

  I’m shaking. My knees are about to give way. Then I feel the pressure in my core about to explode.

  “Ask me for permission to come.” She whispers, her words hot against the back of my ear.

  I’m panting so fast I can barely speak. “Ca…can I …come, Mistress Lilly?”

  She laughs with her mocking tone. “Yes, my slut. You may come.”

  Pleasure cascades down my legs and curls my toes as I explode. My wetness lands against the window as my whole body starts to shake. My eyes roll to the back of my head and flutter shut as more pleasure rips through me. I would have fallen to the ground, but Mistress Lilly has me completely pinned against the glass.

  “That’s it. You’re a dirty slut who comes when told to.”

  When she pulls the cock out of me, I fall to the floor trying to catch my breath. I’m a sweaty, used up mess. Mistress Lilly swipes her fingers along the strap on and starts to lick them clean. Her tongue sticks out and slips out from a suggestive smirk. It trails up the sides of her fingers. She groans as she licks herself clean, humming in satisfaction as she does.

  “I’ve got to say, my slut. You do taste pretty good.”

  All I do is stare at her as I lean against the window panting for breath. I don’t think I can stand up even if I wanted to.

  Now I know how to get out of this rut I’ve been in…

  …more sessions with Mistress Lilly.

  Her New Lesbian Pet

  Chapter 1

  “I trust you’ll show up?”

  I’m shifting on my feet as I look at my boss nervously. I don’t really know what to say and I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. Her gaze slips down my naked legs and another tremble shakes my body. She’s just given me a business care, only it’s not just any business card. It has the secret address of a sex club written on it.

  -The Black Hourglass-

  “Ms. Everett…I…” My mouth jitters as I look up at her with timid eyes. I’ve always been nervous around her, but only a few weeks ago our relationship completely changed. I still haven’t wrapped my head around how I’ve ended up in this situation.

  She holds her hand up to silence me. “Now Grace, do you really want to pass up this opportunity?” She says with an almost evil smile curling up the side of her face. I gulp and glance back at the card, heart still racing just as fast. I don’t know how Ms. Everett can see right through me. She reads me like a book. I want to go, but I’m so nervous I don’t know if I’ll be able to.

  I went skydiving with a group of friends a few months ago. I paid for it, took a class, and planned a whole weekend around it. But when it came time to stand in the airplane door and jump, I was terrified even though that was what I wanted.

  This feels just like that. Only I think my heart might be pounding harder now than it did when I was jumping out of an airplane thousands of feet above the ground.

  I look back up at my boss and my eyes naturally fall to her breasts. She has a tight-fitting button up blouse with just the right amount of cleavage showing. My eyes trail down the curve of her hips before they shoot back up to see her glaring at me through her red brimmed glasses. Ms. Everett is twice my age and the epitome of sex-appeal.

  Some of my friends have asked me if I knew she was a lesbian when I started working for her. I still don’t know if she’s a lesbian. Honestly, she comes across as someone who likes fucking everyone. She’s greedy—in business and other things. The question is whether she knew I liked girls. Whatever she thought when she hired me doesn’t matter now. Because now she knows the truth about me.

  “Okay, I’ll go.” I look at her with all the confidence I can muster. Ms. Everett’s face brightens with a smile.

  “Perfect.” She says as she starts to round the corner of her desk toward me. I stand completely still as her finger brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear. Feeling her fingertips tickle the side of my temple sends a shiver racing down my spine. “You are going to make such a wonderful pet.” Heat pools between my legs and I’m quickly reminded why I love being around my boss so much. She makes me feel things no other woman has ever made me feel.

  “Thank you, Ms. Everett.” I’m barely able to make eye contact with her. I like all these feelings she gives me, but for some reason I feel a little timid. This is the first time I’ve ever had an older woman pay attention to me in this way.

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bsp; “I’ll see you tonight, Pet.” Her hand slips around my lower back as she pulls me closer. She leans down and plants the softest kiss on my cheek. My breath knots inside my throat and I go completely still. That heat between my thighs grows more intense. I know I must be a sopping mess down there. I can only imagine how soaked my panties are. Just as I’m about to turn around, Ms. Everett grabs a generous handful of my ass and squeezes. She can be more of a dog than most men. I giggle and quickly pull away from her grasp as I head toward the door. I reach behind me and tug my short skirt back down my legs as I give her a little smile over my shoulder.

  I never used to dress in such short skirts before. In the past I dressed pretty conservatively at work. In many ways I was the complete opposite of Ms. Everett. Even though she was the boss, she never cared about dressing sexy. She made all the men in the office drool, but she also made some women weak in the knees too—like me.

  I walk back out into the office floor, glancing at everyone as I walk past their desks. Every time I leave her office, I have to study my coworker’s faces. I’m paranoid that they’ll find out the true relationship that Ms. Everett and I have.

  Brandie gives me a quick smile as she walks out of the copy machine room. I try to act as natural as possible as I walk back to my desk, but it’s hard to act natural when I’m thinking about tonight...

  I’ve never been to a sex club before.

  And I’ve never done anything with a woman like Ms. Everett.

  How the hell did I end up here?

  Chapter 2

  -A few months ago-

  It was a late night at the office. It wasn’t unusual for Ms. Everett to ask me to work late. I always agreed to because I wanted to make a good impression on her. She was polite, most of the time, but also a strict boss. Usually when I stayed late, she stayed late too.

  I had just finished up the report she had me working on when I was heading back toward her office. Her office door was cracked open with a single lamp to light the room instead of the florescent overhead lights. It wasn’t unusual for her to have the lights off when she worked late nights, so I thought nothing of it until I heard the moans.