Andy was very careful around Danielle for a couple of days. While she had continued to tease him about his fantasy, she hadn’t acted on it, nor had she given any indication that she was serious about it. He tried to help himself by cooking her favorite dishes. He also lit her cigarettes without being asked, which was something she really liked. He did his best to be the omnipresent, yet never intrusive, servant. But when he was alone, Andy found himself thinking about Gina, and the way she had betrayed him. Obviously nothing was sacred around that mind-reading bitch. She had violated him by going into the deepest, darkest, most private corner of his thoughts and exposing what she had found. A small shiver went through him as he wondered what other supposedly hidden secrets she had culled from his mind.
Danielle took a big gulp of water; Andy had outdone himself on the shrimp Creole he’d served for dinner. She sat back idly as he cleared the dinner dishes, letting her thoughts drift aimlessly. She was happy, despite not having Brendan. Andy had been extremely attentive for the past few days and she was beginning to really enjoy it. She lazily pulled out a cigarette. The near-instantaneous appearance of a flame startled her for a second. He had managed to re-enter silently and had been noiselessly waiting for her to pull out her ritualistic post-dinner smoke. "Thank you," she regally acknowledged. Her houseboy bowed and left her. After she had finished her cigarette, she reluctantly pushed herself away from the table. "Andy, I’m going out. You don’t have to wait up for me," she called as she grabbed her car keys. She had an appointment to keep.
"Come in, Danielle," said the rich, deep female voice. The young initiate walked into Susan Newton’s home. Dani was a little apprehensive. Although she knew about "Mistress Susan," she didn’t know the woman very well. Not that Danielle had ever wanted to; bondage and pain had never appealed to her. Her unease didn’t go away when she looked at her hostess: Susan was six feet, two inches tall, and attired in a form-fitting black leather jumpsuit. "You wanted some advice and instruction from me," Susan said, interrupting Dani’s slightly fascinated stare.
"Umm… yeah, I do, I guess," Dani replied, in a voice much smaller than intended. Susan seemed so—commanding. "I-I… ummm… wanna—umm… like fuck a guy in the ass. With a dildo." Encouraged somewhat by the lack of a reaction from Susan, she continued, "But I don’t wanna hurt him—I mean, injure him. I just want him—"
"To feel like a bitch in heat," Susan supplied. She discreetly evaluated Danielle’s physical assets. This is promising… Susan Newton had been a coven member longer than any other initiate. She remembered what she had been like ten years ago, when she was about Danielle’s age. Susan had never considered herself attractive or been graceful. Her face was sharp, with high cheekbones surrounding a long, aquiline nose. She had thin lips, a small mouth, her curves were modest, and although she was tall, she was definitely not willowy. A meeting with Gina triggered the change in her self-perception. The power had given Susan the opportunity to indulge long-denied sexual desires, and she had turned to exploring her fantasies. The exploration had turned into an avid pursuit when it came to bondage and domination. Her stature was now an asset, instead of the liability she had believed it to be for so long. She had learned how to use her physical presence to its utmost; she rarely even wanted to use the power any more. Especially since her imposing demeanor also had one big advantage over the power: women were just as susceptible as men. And Danielle was definitely affected.
The attractive young woman was clearly intimidated. That was good, for it would keep her from having suspicions about Susan’s actions and conduct until it was too late. "Have a seat, darling, then we will talk," Susan said graciously. She waited until her guest had seated herself, then perched on the arm of the same chair, exposing the brunette to her towering presence. Danielle fidgeted, so Susan decided to jump right in before the girl could start having second thoughts. "Is this his first time? Has he been fucked in the ass before?"
Dani didn’t know what to say. She should’ve asked Andy before she left. "I-I-I don’t know," she admitted. After a short pause, she volunteered, "I know it’ll be my first time. I don’t have the faintest idea of what I should do, much less what precautions I need to take so he doesn’t get—damaged."
"That’s all right, darling," Susan comforted. "That’s what you’re here for." The elder initiate began to explain in detail how to prepare a man for dildo fucking. She noted with amusement that Danielle had pulled out a pen and was taking notes. That wasn’t the best way to learn about such things, but that detail would be attended to soon enough. After the brief lecture, Susan said, "Now, let’s go downstairs to look at some equipment." She waited for the shock to finish its trip across Danielle’s face, then gently prodded, "Come along dear, don’t be nervous."
Dani was definitely nervous. However, Susan did not indicate that there was any choice in the matter, so Danielle meekly obeyed, heading down the steps ahead of her hostess. Susan steered her towards the closed door to the left; to that point, the basement had looked like a normal basement. Then she opened the closed door. "Welcome to the dungeon. My playground, and the seat of my queendom." The last sentence was spoken with easily detected pride. Danielle gasped in shock. There was a naked man chained to the far wall. After a few seconds, she recognized him. "Steven has forgotten his manners concerning respectful and appropriate address, darling Danielle. I have been forced to give him constant… reminders." Susan removed a riding crop from the wall and casually flicked it across the ex-head butler’s chest; Dani flinched. Steven whimpered softly. "I did not give you permission to make any noise." The stern exclamation made Dani swallow hard in confusion and a little bit of panic; she hadn’t said anything.
Susan fought to keep a smile down at her student’s obvious confusion. "Now darling, come over here and I’ll show you the—toy chest." Danielle walked forward with a blank look on her face and opened the drawer that Susan pointed out. The dominatrix removed two harnesses. Holding one up, she instructed, "This is what you wear. The dildo hangs from it. And here—" She opened another drawer and waved at the collection of phalluses in it, "—Are the dildos. As you can see, they come in all sizes, shapes, and are made of various materials."
Danielle giggled and pointed at a long, thick one. It reminded her of Chris, but the dildo probably had more brains. "You don’t use—this one on guys, do you?" She couldn’t imagine something like that fitting in such a tiny hole.
"I most certainly do, dear!" Susan immediately replied. "If you think it’s too big to fit, just remember that there are many men who would not hesitate to do the equivalent to you. In fact, I bet they’d just love to." She knew that she had made her point on seeing Danielle’s expression of distaste. She resumed, "However, I would not use any dildo that large unless my plaything had been adequately trained. Steven—" The tall woman waved toward the frightened, shackled man on the wall, "—Isn’t anywhere near ready for this, but I think we can use—this one." Danielle was surprised and frightened by the implications of Susan’s statement; the comely young woman had a very expressive face. "You will do better with hands-on experience. Come here, and let’s get you ready." Susan raised her harness. "This is how you put it on." She unfastened her leather jumpsuit, her eyes daring Danielle to comment. The brunette was gawking at how casually Susan undressed in front of her. "It works best if you are naked from the bottom down, so you will need to take your jeans off. Come on, out of them, darling," the dominatrix prompted lightly.
Susan waited patiently for Danielle to comply, looking into the woman’s delightful eyes with calm expectation. After a few seconds of inaction, Susan evenly repeated herself. "Take your pants off, Danielle." The younger woman dropped her eyes, then shyly pulled off her pants. Danielle hesitated, then also removed her panties. Susan stepped into the harness with practiced ease while watching her student clumsily echo her actions. She set a dildo in place on her own harness, then held aloft the narrow plastic one she had designated for Steven. "Come here." The two words were not a command, merely spoken with confidence. After a brief pause, Dani obeyed. The young initiate trembled slightly as Susan set the phallus in place with a professional air.
Now Dani was very nervous. When Susan’s hands brushed her bush, Danielle held her breath. The tall woman made her feel uneasy, maybe even a little scared. She relaxed at Susan’s clinical manner, happy that there was no hint of lesbian desire. She was definitely in awe at the air of power that seemed to surround Susan. Something other than the difference in their heights made Danielle feel much smaller than her own five-eight when she stood next to the older woman. And here she was, half-naked, from the bottom down, even. She looked down at her new appendage; it bobbed when she moved. She tried, but failed to stifle the giggle that spontaneously generated itself. She forgot all about the dungeon and Susan when she looked at herself in the mirror as her ludicrous appearance overrode her trepidation. But only for a moment. "Since you probably don’t have a spreader bar at home, we’ll have to put him on his hands and knees." Susan’s voice obliterated Dani’s amusement, abruptly returning her to the dungeon. And "Mistress Susan." A dildo didn’t look anywhere near as funny on the dominatrix. "Now, Danielle," Susan began, "here’s the lubricant. Use a lot. It will make things easier on both of you."
The dominatrix began to fiddle with a piece of equipment that Dani didn’t recognize. "What’s that?" Dani questioned as she coated her plastic cock.
"It’s a chastity belt for Steven. I am putting it on him so he can’t play with himself. Only his mistress may grant him relief, at her whim." Susan looked down at the uncomprehending Danielle. "He will get a very strong erection. The act of fucking him will excite him quite a bit physically, if not mentally." She trembled a little in delight at the sight of Steven’s shame. "I can give you one for your plaything as well, if you wish." Her student shook her head energetically. "Very well," Susan replied casually as she finished locking her slave’s cock away. Addressing him, she lectured, "I will allow you to speak, but if you cry out, I will have to gag you, and I will be most—" The riding crop whistled through the air, making both Steven and Danielle flinch. "—Upset. Do you understand?"
"Yes, mistress," Steven said very quietly, keeping his head bowed.
Susan turned to Danielle. "Summon your toy. I’ve unlocked his shackles."
"Umm… Steven… Come here," Dani requested meekly. Steven just glared at her. She looked at Susan, who had impatience written all over her face, but had said nothing so far. Oh, shit, I’d better do something fast… Danielle commanded Steven, pulling at him with the power, trying to keep from using too much and turning him into a permanent robot. He walked over to her stiffly. The strain of fighting her tentative control was very evident on his face.
Susan watched the younger coven member with interest as Danielle struggled to get Steven to comply. So this is what Gina was talking about, she mused. Steven was slowly, reluctantly obeying, thanks to the arcane power that filled the room. Susan had been in the coven long enough to be able to sense when it was being used nearby. So powerful, and yet so weak. The earlier conversation with Gina had been brief and to the point: Susan was to give Danielle a demonstration that it wasn’t always necessary to use the power. The paranormal talent had ceased being important to Susan’s life, although it still had its uses from time to time. This was not one of them. "Slut, kneel in front of Danielle," the dominatrix commanded. A fleeting look of fear appeared in his eyes, and he hastily obeyed her. The tall woman noted Danielle’s amazement at how easily she had made Steven obey. The poor girl truly didn’t have a clue, did she? "Kneel behind him, darling." The young woman also obeyed without a word. "Beg to be fucked," Susan said. "Beg Danielle to fuck you in your ass, and you had better make it sound convincing," she warned.
"Please, Danielle. Fuck me in my ass," Steven pleaded. Susan shivered as his words touched her desires. For a moment, she envied her student. The young woman began to force the plastic dong into Steven’s anal tunnel. He grunted quietly, swallowing audibly as the fake cock penetrated him, but did not cry out.
Dani huffed a little as she drove her hips forward, fighting the opposing squeeze of Steven’s sphincter. It had always looked so easy from the receiving end. Slowly, each rib of the flesh-toned dildo disappeared between his ass cheeks. She stopped to catch her breath. "There, my darling girl, it’s all the way in," Susan purred, kneeling behind Danielle. "Now, pull back slowly… Just like you see boys do it… Now go forward," she actively coached. Danielle followed her instructions to the letter, and it soon got easier with each swivel of her hips. Steven grunted and whimpered, but his ass was rapidly becoming accustomed to the dildo and her thrusts.
The collisions of the dildo against her clit began to affect the young initiate; she didn’t seem to notice Susan’s hands caressing her ass. The dominatrix whispered encouragement in her ear. "That’s it… Fuck him, my sweet student… You’re making his cock hard… He wants to come… See how much he loves being fucked in his ass… You’ve got him so wound up…" Susan paused. "Beg her."
"Oh—SHIT!! Please fuck m-m-meee!!!" Steven gasped. "Ohhh—Fuck my ass," he moaned. His cock ached, erect from prostate stimulation and trapped by the chastity belt. Danielle’s thrusts became faster as he begged harder. He was dying to cum, but Mistress would not be very pleased, and that would hurt far more than anything Danielle could do to him.
Little noises started escaping from Dani’s throat as the increasing throb in her clit made her mind stop working for brief snatches of time. The fuzzy periods were also becoming more frequent. Her hips now seemed to be working automatically, but when she would push at Steven, it felt really good. She soon found herself grinding forward at him because it made her feel so good and the grinding quickly became the best feeelinnnggg…
Susan watched the newest object of her desires give in to ecstasy. She had started to tease Danielle’s very wet opening a little earlier without protest, and now she began to probe insistently, sending the initiate closer to orgasm. The dominatrix ceased her erotic attentions after a few seconds, making the brunette moan in arousal and frustration. "Let me take care of you, my darling. I can give you more than you can possibly imagine," Susan whispered. "Give yourself to me, Danielle. I will be your mistress, and I will see to your pleasure."
Danielle whimpered, unable to speak, her mind frayed, thoughts diluted as Susan kept her stuck on the threshold to orgasm. She was ready to explode, but couldn’t get there on her own. That knowledge was somehow trapped by the dizzying sensation that continued to build in her body. A soft gurgle escaped her throat, Susan whispered something and her clit swelled some more and she wanted to come so bad but she couldn’t…
Susan flicked at the initiate’s nipples, then ran her tongue around the vibrating girl’s neck. Steven had been forgotten; Susan was occupied with Danielle’s subjugation. The almost-paralyzed brunette was breathing in weak, irregular gasps. "Tell your mistress that you want to come… Ask her for your release… Beg your mistress to come… Submit to me, my sweet… Yes… Submit to Mistress Susan… She holds the key… To your ecstasy… Mistress… Submit… Susan… Beg… Mistress… Ecstasy… Susan… Submit to me… Submit, my sweet Danielle… Mistress Susan… Ecstasy… Submit… Susan… Ecstasy… Mistress… Ecstasy… Susan… Total release… Mistress… Submit to Mistress Susan…" The tall woman breathed her litany into Danielle’s ear, her deep voice soft, smooth and seductive. She leaned close to her target, without touching. Susan merely surrounded the near-helpless brunette with her overwhelming presence. The dominatrix was casting a spell over the young woman using nothing more than her voice, bearing, and skill at sexual manipulation.
The rising sexual tension in her body was making Danielle increasingly pliant and receptive. She was lost, the need for release brutally overwhelming the last vestige of active thought. "Ohhhh," she whimpered incoherently in response to Susan’s sensuous prompting. "M-m-nngh…" Danielle struggled to speak and swallowed hard. "M-m-miss-tress—" She moaned the word that was now constantly repeating in her brain.
Susan stopped whispering to Danielle, and regained her powerful, self-possessed air for a moment. "You will obey me, Danielle. I am your mistress," she coolly commanded. Her voice was iron, much stronger than the whispers that had led the two women to this point. She waited for the inevitable pledge of submission.
"Ohhh… You—bitch," Danielle managed to gasp. She has a little more willpower than I thought, Susan noted. This would only cause a slight delay as Susan quietly resumed purring more temptations, mixing them evenly with the words, "submit", "Mistress", and "Susan." It didn’t take more than another minute to wash away the last of Danielle’s resistance. "Ohhh… Make me come, Mistress… Mistress Susan. I’ll do anything," the stricken girl pleaded. Susan whispered some more sensual words and submissive urgings, prolonging Danielle’s dance along orgasm’s edge. "I… I-I will obey… Mistress Susan…"
Susan slid three fingers into Danielle’s pussy and grabbed her newest slave’s breast, then pinched and pulled violently on the nipple. "AARRRGGGHHH!!!!" Danielle grunted, snorted, then her body quivered rapidly, visibly oscillating. Her cunt squeezed Susan’s fingers with a mighty grip as the orgasmic woman’s inner juices ran out of her. The dominatrix kissed the young brunette passionately, greedily, while she continued her ruthless stimulation of the orbital girl. Susan was now using both hands around the smaller woman’s sex, caressing her constantly, ignorant of all but driving her slave to still-increasing ecstasy. Her mouth vibrated with the remnants of Danielle’s screams, muffling the noise with her powerfully driving, madly questing tongue. Her slave’s reactions began to quiet, quickly becoming feeble, and then Danielle went slack.
Susan separated Danielle from the forgotten Steven whose pleading whimpers were gratifying, but inconsequential. The vibrations of Danielle’s orgasm had affected him greatly. He was definitely in a great deal of pain, and ready to come now. "You will not come. Go to sleep until I awaken you." The power did have its uses. She was now free to complete Danielle’s induction, but until the young woman’s eyes refocused, all Susan could do was stroke her body and get aroused herself. When Danielle came to, she quickly tried to sit up, but Susan easily held her down. "I am now your mistress, and you will obey me," the tall woman stated matter-of-factly. Before Danielle could protest, Susan ordered, "Silence, Danielle." She looked down at the young initiate, who had been stunned into temporary silence by the force of Susan’s words. "How do you feel?"
Danielle stuttered. She was having a little trouble communicating with the outside world, thoroughly immersed in a drowning afterglow. One thing was apparent: Susan had sent her way, way further than anyone. EVER. Dani wasn’t even gay, or into women. Was she? No, no, I’ve never even remotely no way in hell have ever ever considered doing it with another woman! Still, Susan had made her an offer that she had eagerly accepted, almost desperate in her desire. She would have sold her soul for that orgasm, and it had been as spectacular as advertised. Well, at least the mistress bit was over. But god, was it great! "Answer me this." Susan’s voice arrested her thoughts. "Have you ever experienced an orgasm so intense, so complete?" Danielle rolled over on her side, then back in the other direction as she came face-to-face with Susan’s ersatz erection. She knew. The dyke bitch knew. Dani’s horror was quickly replaced by resignation. Since it was useless to lie, she nodded, then turned her head in embarrassment. She still couldn’t admit it out loud.
"You have nothing to be ashamed of, my pet," Susan cooed gently, leaning over and kissing Danielle sweetly. Despite herself, Dani was comforted by the action, and found that she was even a little—disappointed—that the kiss had been too brief for her to return. "I am a dominatrix, and I am very experienced in pleasuring men—and women. I can make you feel like that again, and more, yes, Danielle, more intense than that. All I ask in return is that you submit completely to me. As your mistress, I will be able to grant you pleasures beyond imagination." That was tempting enough by itself, but Danielle was still feeling afterglow’s physical and mental lethargy, which increased the attraction of Susan’s proposition. She was so confused because she wasn’t really attracted to Susan, she wasn’t gay (was she?) and she didn’t know what to think ‘cause Susan must be using the power—no that wasn’t right it didn’t work on women (did it?) then why did she want to do what Susan asked but god she made me come sooo hard it was fantastic…
"Y-y-yes, Mistress Susan. I will obey you," Dani found her voice meekly saying. Was that what I wanted to say what made me do that now what will she do to me but god I came sooo hard it was fantastic no I didn’t want to say that but it was so great…
"Marvelous, my darling, beautiful slave," Susan regally offered. "Stay there for a moment." The tall woman went back to the toy chest and put some cherry-flavored lubricant on her dildo before returning to Danielle. "Now, suck my cock. Warm it for your cunt. Your mistress will give her pretty little slave the fucking she needs." She smiled as Danielle knelt in front of her and tentatively licked the fake cock. Susan stroked Danielle’s face and hair softly. "Suck it, my sexy little bitch. Love your mistress’ cock as you would like her to love you," the dominatrix growled.
Danielle plunged downward on the dildo, blowing it with an enthusiasm previously reserved for Brendan’s real thing. "Don’t play with yourself, dear," Susan admonished when Danielle’s hips began to pump. "I will see that your itch gets scratched in due time. I would hate to be forced to discipline you," she finished, all the while caressing Dani’s face and hair tenderly. Danielle’s efforts became even more frenzied. Her eyes were closed as she worshipped her mistress’ phallus. She would madly swirl her head around it, then suck avidly for a while before releasing it slowly. Her tongue cleaned the flavored gel off in a slow, lewd, fashion, replacing it with her saliva.
Susan was very turned on by Danielle’s wanton demonstration. It was time for the next act. She stopped her slave’s oral attentions, and positioned her on her hands and knees, then knelt behind the brunette.
"Fuck me, Mistress Susan." There was no missing the excitement in Danielle’s statement. Susan entered the smaller woman with one long, easy stroke; it was apparent that more than just her words were excited. The older, more experienced woman unleashed her considerable pleasure-giving skills on an eager, receptive Danielle. Susan rubbed her slave’s clit rhythmically, and her thrusts with the dildo eventually became more angular, pressing harder and harder at the roof of the brunette’s cunt. She increased the pressure of her finger massage and slowed her thrusts, waiting for the inevitable explosion.
Danielle moaned as Susan fucked her. Although she had never really liked doggy-style, Susan was doing—something—that none of her previous lovers had done, and it was making her hotter than hell. She pumped reactively at Susan’s fake cock, tiny shivers running together to form one long joyous shudder. The pressure was growing and growing and she felt like she had two hearts. The strongest beats were from the heart that Susan’s hand caressed, then rubbed harder, and it became one long throb and Dani knew she had to pee real bad and her ears popped… She grunted loudly as her body convulsed massively, briefly regaining awareness of being fucked before darkness engulfed her.
Susan felt her slave’s ejaculation a split-second after the girl had grunted. She watched Danielle’s petit mort with satisfaction. When the girl collapsed, panting and unconscious, Susan removed her dildo, awakened Steven, and had him lick her to a much-desired, overly delayed orgasm while Danielle slept across the room. The young female slave stirred a little while later, and Susan wasted no time in kissing her deeply. Danielle responded fully, willingly. The little wench was hers. "Now, my beautiful young slave, watch how I make this one come. His little cock needs attention. Steven, darling, you wish to please your mistress, do you not?" He nodded enthusiastically. "Then do not come until I give you permission. That will satisfactorily demonstrate your desire to please me."
Danielle watched in amazement as Susan quickly talked Steven’s cock to a full erection. It swayed, pointing straight up from his body, the veins standing out in stark relief from the rest of the surface. Her mistress then put on some gloves and played with Steven’s asshole while whispering nasty things to him. Dani could see how turned on, and how close to coming he was. She was starting to get hot all over again herself. Steven began to beg for release at Susan’s prompting; he hadn’t said a word until then. Susan flicked a long, red fingernail across the head of his dick and he bucked, shooting a stream of cum into the air, followed by another streamer, and another… Dani had never seen so much cum, she had never seen it shot so far, and the thought of what that explosion would have felt like inside her made her head spin.
"Come along, dear. Steven will clean himself up and join us as soon as he is able." Susan’s deep voice somehow cleared Dani’s blurred vision. She steadied her breathing, and looked at the castle’s former head butler: his chest was heaving, there was drying cum matting his pubic hair and drops of cum were splattered all over his body and the floor. She licked her lips unconsciously. "Oh dear. My little bitch seems to be aroused again. You’re flushing, darling," Susan noted. "Come upstairs to the bedroom, my slave. Tell your mistress you will obey, and I will take care of your sweet, wet, pussy." Susan stood, towering over the still-seated Danielle.
"Yes, mistress. I will obey your every command," Dani answered, her excitement increasing in anticipation as she eagerly followed her new mistress out of the dungeon and up the steps.
Where ammm I… Dani sat up with a start. It was daylight, and she looked around the unfamiliar room sleepily. Steven was curled into the fetal position, sleeping on the floor. He wore nothing except the collar that was chained to the king-size bed. She was naked. And sore. Flashes of the night’s activities danced in her head, making her smile contentedly. Last night had been one big orgasm. It had seemed as if Susan always knew exactly where to touch her, how hard, and when. She lazily turned over and saw the clock that said it was almost noon. Work. SHIT!!! Susan walked in while Danielle was frantically searching for her clothes.
"Calm down, darling," her mistress said. "What’s the matter?"
Dani hastily explained as she gathered some of her scattered clothing. Pants, where are my pants… Susan said nothing at first, but walked over and gently pulled her into a soft, yet unyielding hug. She melted in Susan’s embrace. "You are safe. I informed your houseboy to make all appropriate calls. Now kiss me, my darling slave. Your mistress desires you." At those words, Dani kissed her taller lover, hungrily, eagerly, stroking the body of the woman she called "Mistress" and trembling as Susan fondled her lovingly in return. After several minutes, Susan led her back to the bed. "Come, serve me with your mouth, my pet," the dominatrix huskily intoned. "I desire that you please me."
"I must obey my mistress," was Danielle’s equally husky reply. She climbed onto the bed and began to orally worship Susan’s long-limbed body, taking an appropriately long time to get to her mistress’ wet center. Before the women had finished their play, Susan had fucked Steven in the ass and given her new female slave the privilege of triggering the male slave’s ejaculation. Danielle had been thrilled as her mistress showed her how to use her voice to control his excitement. When it was time for Dani to allow the slut his release, she teased him a little while longer before finally giving his cock the gentle brush that made his back arch. The feeling of complete power over his sexual urges made her quiver, and she got extremely wet. Mistress Susan proceeded to strain Dani’s aching muscles a little more. The dominatrix used her erotic skills to send shock waves of pleasure crashing through the young woman. Her body contorted as her mistress gave her the multiple ecstasies she so libidinously craved; her only thoughts were of the need for greater sensation. She begged Mistress Susan, wanting more and more, and her mistress granted her pleas, sending her climbing to yet another mind-scattering peak…
Three hours had elapsed since Danielle’s first abortive attempt at leaving. Her eyes were still a little vague. Susan smiled with great satisfaction at that. Her new female slave timidly asked if she could shower and get dressed. The dominatrix would have preferred that the scent of heavy sex remain on Danielle. But it was the young initiate’s first time. Susan reasoned that her new slave would probably just go straight home, so it would hardly be worth the effort.
Susan sent Danielle home with a gym bag full of equipment for Andy’s fantasy. She gave her slave a deep, wet, possessive kiss and looked down into the attractive face of the girl who was supposed to be the most powerful coven initiate. "You serve me eagerly and willingly now, don’t you, my beautiful Danielle? You are my pretty, pretty slave, and will obey me without hesitation."
"Yes, Mistress Susan. I will serve you faithfully," replied the young brunette, her eyes sparkling and a little unfocused after the kiss. She waited, rocking unconsciously, lips parted for a few more instants.
"You may leave me now, slave. I shall summon you at my discretion. Is that clear, my sweet Danielle?" Her newest slave nodded slowly, obviously disappointed, and turned away reluctantly, leaving with a longing glance at Susan. The dominatrix closed the door and chuckled to herself. It had taken less than twenty-four hours to turn Danielle into a submissive sex slave. Who needs the power when it’s so much more fulfilling to do it this way? Shadows of Danielle’s touch and taste flashed through her conscious, and the eldest initiate felt a little shiver of delight that remained well past the memory’s fleeting mental display. "Steven," Susan called to the naked man in the kitchen, her voice stern and commanding, "come here. Your mistress desires your worship."