M3...

The power of a Mistress.

Stomach knotted in front of Kelly's impressive wood door, Marylou ringed. The fully performed minutiae, required by her Master, about her attire and body trimming, mold her mindset. Under her skirt lays the compromising pink set of underwear selected with Sir James. The enema, a big premiere, made her feel cleaner than ever. The oil lubricating her anus, seeping between her ass cheeks during the commute, created a subtle sensation in the area while she walked. Instructed to follow orders from the house personnel, who will bring her to Kelly, she fears her instinctive reactions. Stripping for Kelly had been annoying, doing it for Kelly people may be worst. Her inability to set restrictions on her Master demands frighten and shames her. Her reluctance to obey his exacting commands pulses fiercely in her mind but the sudden eruption of sexual desire in her life draw her without escape. At last Sir James own limits protected her insides. Somehow she was faithful to her husband, nobody will penetrate her. Still the violently opposing pulls in her mind stirred her stomach while she waited behind the door. A young, fresh French maid answered her call.

"Hello Crinkle bush, I' m Marianna, Mistress Kelly's maid."

"Good afternoon Miss Marianna."

"Dress on the hanger and shoes in the basket, my dear."

The directness of the dictate, which embodied her expectations and her fears, muted her. Marylou blushed heavily while unzipping clumsily her dress. Cursing in her head the stupid choice of a temperamental zipper, she fought it in vain until her host sweetly offered help. Sweating, Marylou abandoned control. Soon the recalcitrant mechanic relented. The maid pursued to push down the dress along a spaced out body. A voice brought her back to the moment

"Step out of it, and hang it."

Extremely conscious of the lasciviousness of her teddy, Marylou performed the motions leading her dress and shoes to a safe place. The maid opened a closet containing rows of high heel sleepers organized by size. Suddenly Marylou found herself higher than the maid, higher than she had ever been. A wide mirror offered a full view of her aspect. Snippets of lacy fabric focused attention on her crotch protuberance, blatant between her long legs, and on the curves of her breast, enhanced by under cups half an inch short from covering her areolas. Soon her panties, down to her knees for the required salute, will let Mistress Kelly judge her new trimming. The fear of her husband questions had stopped the thinning to a summer bikini. The previous complains about the vulgar look of her leg junction took a sudden urgency. Her home choice, a well trimmed bikini, seemed safe there. Kelly's mirror spelled a different story.

"Follow me"

Said the maid, Marianna. Cautious on her heels, Marylou hopped around stairs and corridors, close to her guide. The emptiness of the place perfectly suited Marylou mood, unsure of her attitude in front of another inhabitant of the place, while the size impresses her.

"Wait here."

Said Marianna while she softly knocked on a closed door and entered, leaving the half naked Marylou alone in the corridor. She anticipates the imminent encounter with the woman she had accepted to obey. The poise emanating from the walls of her Mistress house compound her own vulnerability. Tingles in her belly, reaching her awareness as pure lust, contrast the absorbing cloak of her past. How could such a weird situation turn her on! She ignores any reason to repeat in her head the move of her thumbs, slipping under both side of her panties to push them down on her thigh halfway to her knee while bowing and smiling to her. She will do it. The heat in the core of her thigh reached a peak. The swollen flesh between her legs, calling vigorously for a direct contact, explains her presence and her readiness for such a silly performance. Submissiveness unleashed her desires. She had to deal with it. The door opening interrupts the rehearsal, time for the real thing. The room breathed of well balanced feminity. Five women sat around a table. The surprise of an audience tore Marylou bowels. Detoured from her well prepared entrance by the barrage of their lecherous glances the debutante froze without the strength to confront the gaze to recognize her Mistress between them. Kelly did spoke:

"Curly bush, did you forgot your manners?"

"Sorry Mistress, I got distracted."

"Well, we forgive beginners showing good will, my dear."

Oppressed and breathing painfully Marylou came closer to the voice until her skin become handy to her Mistress. Acting the well repeated movement frees the fullness of her sex for Kelly. The panties, pathetically empty, decorated the middle of Marylou creamy thigh. Marylou feels Kelly's eyes scanning the details of her pussy. She dreads her next remark. Her silence relieved Marylou. Her expert clitoris grab, between thumb and forefinger, inoculated her flesh with forceful electrical currents sending her into the heart of sexuality. Any doubt about the reason for her presence here evaporated, she understood all the preparations and expectations as a convoluted foreplay.

"Thank you, my dear. You may relax. My ladies let me introduce you, Curly bush, my new panties slave."

Extending her hand toward a pulpous brunette Kelly added:

"Mistress Ana."

I bowed from my place. Kelly added icily:

"You were told to salute when presented!"

"I apologize Mistress."

With this words Marylou decisively entered the brunette physical space to push down her panties. Ana found her way to Marylou G-spot through a very wet canal. Knocked out Marylou shrieked. The skillful touch and the sisterhood ambiance boost her sexuality and muted her modesty. Those women were her lover. Mad with want she humps the dominating fingers fondling her most sensitive point. Her vigorous movement united the assistance. Their withdrawal left her panting, ready for more.

"You may relax. Her sensitivity makes teaching her some manners worth it."

Quite disheveled Marylou pulled her panties back on top of a messy and smelly mound. Extending her hand toward the oldest of the ladies Kelly said:

"Mistress Anastasia."

Without hesitation, this time, Marylou saluted. Anastasia heed between exposed tits and exposed cleft before holding her palm upward in mid air. Accepting her call for her nipple, Marylou bowed low, applying her hand on her knee, oblivious of the lewdness of the consequent backward view, until her breast pressed against the hand. The mistress palm cupped the right breast while her left pincer rotated the other nipple. The sudden electricity, coursing Marylou bosom, surprised her with a new set of sensations and mush up the assistance lower body.

"You may relax. You do have quite sensitive nipple, my dear. Were you aware of it?"

"Not really."

"Intuition and wish to serve bode well. Her behaviors will not disturb our parties."

As soon as the panties covered her mound, Kelly added:

"Mistress Kruga"

Close enough, Marylou exposes again her pubic hair. The woman gives her the finger. Surprised Marylou looked up to Kelly, which face indicated some impatience. The recollection of the request carried by the sign dwell on her. Blushing crimson, she turned around to offer her slit from behind. Her turned head smiles to the Lady, which finger followed tantalizingly the crevice from the top of her cheeks to the moist mess at the very bottom of her person. The light caress enrages her desire for a more aggressive fondling, leaving into oblivion the humiliation of her pose.

"You may relax. She learns fast. I definitely vote for her. A great catch for Kelly."

The woman applauded enthusiastically. Marylou expected Kelly to present the last of the woman but instead she said:

"Curly bush the steering committee of our Wednesday afternoon dominant women parties accepts your presence as a panties slave. Those days' men erections are forbidden. Only submissive men with a properly restrained cock, forbidding any serious action toward women privacy, participate. You will be expected to help provide a pleasant environment for our guests. My maid will teach you the customs of those gathering. Are you free in the afternoon?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Now tell us my dear, how did it go with your husband?"

"Mistress, could we have the conversation in a more private setting?"

"Honey, we love your body reaction but your mind proves too defensive. Didn't you promise a naked mind in a naked body? Refusing to disclose your lovemaking models mimics covering your breast when a stranger appears at the door. Also you initiated a thread in the conversation. To do so panties slaves must bring their panties to the ankles and wait for their Mistress encouragement to speak. You gained you first punishment. You will take your time out on the pink pouf there."

Marylou rounded mouth showed an expression of surprise. She could not connect to Kelly demand. She almost protested but Kelly stern face did not encourage argument. She frenetically searched her memories for her Mistress expectation. Kelly pointed the small piece of furniture. The bulb went on in Marylou head. The assignment repays her for trying to protect her privacy. Time out punishes panties slave that displeased their Mistress. The humiliation from the situation hit hard. Kelly demand was unfair. The room, silent and attentive, waited for her choice. A heavy blush filled on her face when she laid her tummy on the pouf, exposing her melted insides in the middle of her back side to their stares. A bell rings. Tremor from the humiliation isolated her from the ongoing conversation. How long will she be in the time out? Kelly voice emerged distinctly:

"Would you position Crinkle bush properly."

She was the subject of this proper positioning. She had ringed the maid to position her properly. The bite caught her stomach. The warm glow of blushing extends over all her neck. Too late to spread her legs and now someone will remind her to do so. She would never dare do it now. Next occasion she will spread her legs when punished. One could not avoid punishment during one's adjustment to this society. She will never again cross her arms to protect her breast nor will she forget to spread her legs in time out but telling did not work. The mistake must happen before the proper action happens, spontaneously her mind avoided unnecessary lewdness. She was in training. Could she get punished for being too lewd? Would obscene overtures displease her Mistress? She whish she could ask but asking just got a price tag. Something warm pushed the inside of her thigh close to her panties making the whish of her Mistress explicit. She could not see who it was nor she wanted to know. She separated her knees as widely as possible, wondering if the action will ever becomes impulsive. The touch invaded the complete area around her crotch. Pleasure bubbles popped along her skin. A pronounced contact on her clit jarred her body. Her mind recalled panties slave limits. Hands free to roam any accessible piece of her. The persistent touch pushed the fabric of her panties on the inside. The damp fabric retreat exposed her puffy lips. The spot growing on her panties, plainly, disclosed to this gang of female her intense engagement. She felt heat all other her skin. Suddenly she perceived the public exposure of her arousal of as a part of her punishment. Mistress may please her privately if she did not taunt her. Accepting her punishment will allow for it to finish and accepting meant showing her pleasure. She let her throat sing the rhyme of the contact. Her butt moved suggestively against the touch. Soon the voice attending her intimacy gratified her.

"Wait for your Mistress call to stand up."

The relief from the cessation of the embarrassment largely offset the pain of the pleasure cessation. Her Mistress could please her or embarrass her. Pleasing Mistress will diminish embarrassment. Mistress explicit telling of her choices helped. Her husband had proved his craving for explicit preferences, even painful ones, during the last week. His acquiescence to restraint himself from taking her in the afterglow of her orgasm after going down on her, still amazed her. Her suggestion removed his doubt, provided she enveloped them in the proper wrapping. Would exposing his submissiveness turn him on like her now? The stupidity of her defensive reaction contrasted her smooth entrance into her own inner sexual circle. The last shameless minutes of moaning told the truth of her whishes. Why did exposing her body come so easily while her mind stayed shy?

Kelly voice interrupted her peculiar meditation. Standing from her position Marylou peeked at her crotch. Her panties were a mess, a mere string of clothe between two prominent lips covered with matted hair. Should she arrange the displaced fabric? Everybody was watching! Panicked she decided to leave it alone. Mistress called her close and smoothed it over the hairy triangle before directing her toward the tea tray on the table for another session serving under close supervision. The full group commented about her manners for presenting a cup, filling it, asking for preference but intense sexuality stayed behind for them too. The Mistresses keep tab on how well she tuned her legs and bosom to the public interest. Marylou did her best to satisfy them. The game turned her on and was safe enough. The time for talking was gone. Marylou wishes for Kelly to ask her again about Maxime. She kept telling herself, now let's pull them down, worst had been shown already but to no avail. The move did not come. She could conform but not volunteer. All conversation would stop to watch her impudence. She could not do it know. A better time will come. So it went that Kelly dismissed her before she could not muster the courage to perform the requested ritual.

At home Marylou, washed in anxiety about her relation with Maxime, called Kelly on the phone but the phone picker explained that panties slaves could not talk to their Mistress without being present. The only possibility would be to set an appointment for her to visit. She called Sir James. His secretary demanded her identity beyond her name. After Marylou reluctant presentation of herself as Curly bush, Sir James panties slave, the secretary told her the same refrain about phone and panties slaves. Marylou decided to wait for the next week without guidance.

During the last days of the week Marylou availability dazzled Maxim. Her breast ended almost magically under his hands. Her crotch rotated against his hardness without reserve. Not only her short dresses called out to the treasure under them but also a wicked smile encouraged his reaching toward her thigh and buttock. Still even the abundant moistness in her nether zone does not entitle him to take full advantage of her willingness. He needed to please her. He could not take her there and now. Her warmth depth holds the danger of premature come. He enjoyed the hardness of his cock and felt no hurry to plow her. Endlessly he fantasized her sheath surrounding his hungry cock but buried in the place of his dream, his might, consumed on delaying his orgasm to satisfy her, denied him the expected pleasure. He wanted her on the verge to share the imminence. She stopped him from going down on her. He feared penetrating her too far from her end. Her regular oral assault on his cock ravishes him. She sucks hungrily thinking of Sir James cock. He cummed twice in her mouth, quickly finished himself in her another day and fucked her at length only Sunday evening, his last chance. His reaction to her free access behavior comes as a revelation for Marylou. All doors opened, he stopped short from deep fucking her, often choosing the duration of careful hand job to the fire of her pussy. Nibbling at the completely offered Marylou without taking a full bite, Maxime feared his meekness inside her and did not dare occupy her mouth too long.

On Monday evening the obvious change in their relationship came easily to both. Her demands invigorate him. The sudden removal of her offered feminity alleviates his fears and her simple calls for her pleasure smoothes him, sucking and caressing are well into his reach. After a long attentive tonguing brought her to a string of four orgasms, a new height, he hoped for a quick relieve. She let him hang. He accepted without fight to wait for an invitation before nearing his cock from her pussy. Along the days his deferent attitude invaded all their interaction. His constant best efforts to get into her good grace warmed her heart and produce the strength to pursue this path. She glowed in the penumbra surrounding the nature of their power relation. He hinted at the dominant coloration of her actual behaviors. She evaded the issue. He did become quite inquisitive about the reason of her changed attitude and the incredible contrast with the previous week. She talk about changing mood, how some time she craved to suck him and feel him in her while at other she needed the attentions. Controlling the questioning was relatively easy but the instability of the actual situation dwell on her. Hiding her Master as the source of her bipolar attitude took its toll on the relationship. She imagined his furor if he knew the real reason for her mood swing. She trusted Sir James and Kelly about the possibility of telling one day but right now she would not dare say anything. Maxime intuited something fishy was up but the sex was too good to disturb. He loved the satiation from the frequent access to her mouth and pussy during his week and her turmoil, the taste of her juice and her hand grazing his hungry cock during the other week. She enjoyed his attentions and she craved for Sir James cock. Sir James organization delayed the happening but his manhood twitched her core. A powerful phallus inhabited her mind during her husband pounding. She needed Kelly guidance to deal with the situation. The panties had to go all the way down during the next visit.