That afternoon, Dani was sitting at the kitchen table when the doorbell rang. She had been amusing herself by watching Andy change each time she blinked her eyes. The way she could seem to make him change abruptly from human to a sparkling (what are those black things?) blue Andy-shape fascinated her. She still saw everything through a thin blue haze when he was nearby, and could now feel his presence. Danielle also carefully studied Andy for any signs of premature aging due to the little bit of his essence she had taken last night. She couldn’t figure out how it happened, but he didn’t show any ill effects. I’ve gotta get a handle on this eating thing, she thought. The doorbell rang again, jolting her from her reverie. "I’ll get it!" she called to Andy, who had gone downstairs to do the laundry. She opened the door and immediately lost her breath.
"Hello, my sweet," Susan Newton said in her calm, sonorous voice. "I decided to come over and play with my poor, neglected pet." Dani just stood there gaping, her mind careening in several different directions, none of which had even been remotely anticipated mere seconds ago. "Stand aside, Danielle, so that I may enter." The young woman dumbly moved as commanded. "Is your play toy here?" Susan’s question didn’t make any sense, and Danielle couldn’t think enough to fashion an answer. "Answer me, slave," Susan sternly admonished as she stood, looking around the living room.
"Umm… umm… My play toy?" Dani questioned meekly.
"Yes, the young man you were training. If he’s here, I will see how well you have done. Perhaps I will need to train him some." The reply was delivered imperiously, in a tone of voice designed to intimidate Danielle. I can see I need to get her complete attention… The dominatrix walked over to her slave, brusquely pulled the shorter, younger woman to her, and kissed her—hard, hot, and wet. Danielle resisted for the first instant, then yielded completely to Susan’s embrace. "Now," she said, noting with satisfaction the starry, blank look on Danielle’s face, "about your—houseboy, I believe?"
There was a pause while Danielle struggled to collect her thoughts. "Yes, Mistress Susan, he’s downstairs doing the laundry."
"Summon him."
"Andy, would you come here, please?" Susan noted the politeness in Danielle’s tone as she called her houseboy, and wondered if their relationship was more than that of mistress/slave. She heard the footsteps, but the light blue cloud that appeared around Danielle before he appeared answered the question. It wasn’t that he was entirely unattractive; just that he wasn’t what she would expect of Danielle’s lover. After all, this was a girl who loved trophy men. "This is, err… Susan," her female slave said as an introduction. Susan felt Andy’s piercing glare. She saw the blue haze grow thicker around Danielle.
"Hello… Mistress Susan," Andy began guardedly. Something about the woman made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He assumed that she was a member of the coven, and from Dani’s deferent reaction, that the tall woman was a senior member of that group. But he sensed that Danielle was—afraid?—of the woman. He hovered protectively near his lover. If the tall woman was a member of the coven, there wasn’t much he could do, but he hoped that Dani would appreciate the effort.
Danielle blinked as the blue haze thickened. She looked at Susan, then at Andy, who hadn’t moved very far away from her side. She no longer felt Susan’s—presence, and she couldn’t believe that she had found the taller, older woman—sexy at one point. Danielle didn’t know why Susan was here, but she wanted to keep her past exploits hidden from him as best as possible. "Ummm… Susan," she quietly said, "Andy and I had planned to go to the grocery store." Hoping to usher the older initiate out of the house, she continued, "We really have to put some food in the house."
After she had gotten over the surprise of her slave speaking without being spoken to, Susan realized what was happening. She had seen this sort of thing before, where someone was capable of inhibiting the effect of her force of will with their aura. Obviously, Andy cared for Danielle a great deal, and she was very receptive to him. Still, she felt like playing with Danielle today, and his aura was not an insurmountable obstacle. Susan reached out with the power and snatched it away from him. He made a peeping noise as he went in complete thrall to Susan, leaving Danielle unprotected. "W-w-what did you do to him?" Danielle squeaked in a very tiny voice.
"Silence, bitch," Susan demanded. "You will not address me unless I speak to you first." The change in Danielle’s bearing was instantaneous. "I have taken him away from you. Slaves should not have toys in the presence of their mistress. Come here, Andy." Danielle hung her head as he obeyed Susan’s command. Susan decided to remove any sense of Danielle’s self-importance. "I am your mistress, and you adore me. Danielle means nothing. You will only obey your Mistress Susan."
"You are my mistress. I adore my Mistress Susan. Danielle means nothing," Andy repeated mindlessly. Susan grinned evilly, eyes sparkling with a feral gleam. She felt an excited tremble speed through her. Perhaps he would provide some sport on his own. Susan felt herself moisten.
"Kiss me, my adoring slave," Susan magnanimously proclaimed. Andy obeyed, and their lips met in a long, passionate kiss. He was a good kisser, too. She felt his cock harden against her leg as she leaned over him, and ground herself against him as they continued to kiss. She peeked and saw the expression of despair on her female slave’s face. She let go of her willing thrall. "Undress and kneel before me. I desire that you lick my pussy," Susan said, undressing hastily. Her juices were flowing, and she hungered for a lover’s touch. Andy’s ardor, although artificially induced, would fill that need. She could play with Danielle later. "Slave Danielle, kneel and watch how your former lover worships his new mistress." Susan sat on the couch and reclined, spreading her legs to wait for her entranced lover. "Pleasure me, Andy, my sweet. Demonstrate your desire for your mistress, come and… mmmmmnnnnn…" Her commands dissolved into a low, throaty purr when he buried his face in her lap. She reflexively grabbed his head to guide his strokes, but he needed no such guidance. She felt the soft, rough caress of his tongue along her inner thighs, circling, dancing around her rapidly warming sex. He was going to be more than adequate.
Andy inhaled deeply of the thick, musky, wonderful smell of the woman he wanted desperately to please. Her pleasure from his skill as a lover was the most important thing in his mind, dominating any other urge or thought. He was highly aroused, but his swollen cock didn’t even register to his senses, so complete was his adoration. All that mattered was Mistress Susan’s pleasure. He took long, broad licks around her pubic triangle, so intoxicating its aroma. He delayed his final approach, waiting for some signal, some indication that his lover’s passion was at its peak.
"More, Andy," Susan urged. The tingle charging her body made the smooth voice much lighter, less commanding. She ran her long fingers through his hair and relaxed, surrendering to her orgasmic climb. Danielle no longer existed; Andy’s enthralled oral devotions had erased the rest of her world. She felt him change the pressure of his tongue, then his attentions arrived at her very wet, fiery center. She moaned loudly as he began to fuel the flames that should have claimed her whole existence in a matter of moments. He was patient, however, this one. Her pleasure increased slowly; he used pauses to heighten her anticipation, letting her senses calm before urging them on a little more. She had lost control of her hips long ago, and her mind was going dim; she was very near orgasm. Andy had put a deliciously sharp edge on her impending climax. Mistress Susan gave herself completely to his skill as the tremors in her body started. She also lost control of his aura, and it surrounded her in her last coherent seconds before the wave of blissful release washed her away.
Andy bobbed Susan’s clit with the end of his tongue as the tall woman trembled, then jerked purposefully at her hips. He let her snapping hips do most of the work. His cock was extremely hard, and he shifted position to ease his newfound discomfort. The scent and taste of her ecstasy were driving him crazy. Her orgasm slowly subsided, and her hands were limp against his neck and head, coming to life with gentle, caring caresses. He looked up to see Susan’s face… Wait. How in the hell did I get madly in love with her??? Andy pulled back as his cock began to shrink. She zapped me! He turned to see where Dani was. His lover was kneeling, watching silently. Her eyes shimmered, slightly red; teardrops? He reached to her, his aura obeying his thoughts long before his body could move.
Susan noticed the sudden change in her afterglow. She snatched Andy’s aura back just as the first tendrils reached Danielle. "Come back to me, my newest pet," Susan purred. She held out her arms, and he pounced on her. Mistress Susan usually rewarded her slaves with a kiss, the kiss that transmitted the passion and power of her inner self, that dominant persona that most knew. She drove her tongue into Andy’s mouth, slowly, probing to release some secret to his soul as their mouths sealed. She fondled the increasing bulge in his pants. "Your cock is very hard. Would you like to come?" Susan teased. He nodded eagerly, hopefully. "I want you to wait. Will you do that for me, my slave?"
"Oh, yes, Mistress Susan. I can wait," was Andy’s devoted reply. "Whenever you wish me to come, I will, if that is what will make you happy."
Susan smiled. "Yes, my sweet. That would make me most happy." Now it was Danielle’s turn. The voice turned so smooth, so full of sensual promise, so loving in its low-pitched tones, that it was seductive far beyond the younger initiate’s resistance. "Come here, Danielle." She approached Susan with anticipation in her eyes. "Take off your clothes for your mistress, and I will give you a kiss," Susan whispered. Dani was a sudden flurry of activity and was nude in less than twenty seconds. She leaned forward expectantly, eyes closed, lips parted, barely breathing. The tall woman gave her a peck on the lips. Danielle’s eyes shot open, full of disappointment. "Surely, my pet, you didn’t think it would be that easy?" She blushed at the gentle chastisement. "Sit down on the sofa," Susan commanded, quietly, with the promise of reward in her voice. Dani hastily obeyed.
"Andy, bring me a chair," Susan ordered. He quickly complied and she sat. "Now, kneel at my side and face Danielle. She’s going to masturbate for us, my sweet." Susan’s nonchalance obviously shocked her female slave. "Don’t be shy, my lovely. Come… come, make yourself come. Love your delicious body. Show your mistress what you do when you think of me," Susan encouraged.
"Ohhh, Mistress… I’m just touching myself, thinking of you, getting reaaa-dy," Danielle cooed. "My breasts have started tingling, and I can feel the warmth begin between my legs." Her tongue flicked delicately around her fingertips. She sucked on two of them, humming loudly. "Mmmmmm… My breasts are so aroused, I have to touch them." Her wet fingers toyed with her nipples, which responded by becoming erect. "Now the heat is increasing… My pussy feels wet now, I want to touch myself…"
"Stop." The word froze Danielle’s hand as it traveled towards her sex. Her back arched slightly, but she was unwilling to disobey her mistress. "See, Andy, I have control over her. What do you think of that?" the dominatrix whispered to the young man whose hair she absently stroked. He nodded, spellbound by the sight of the aroused Danielle. Susan leaned to him, brushing his neck with a faint kiss that made him tremble. The bulge in his pants was very noticeable. "You may resume, Danielle, if you beg me."
"Oh, Mistress, may I? Please, Mistress Susan," Dani whimpered as if scripted. A regal nod from the tall woman and she began to finger herself rapidly. "Ohhh… ohhh… Mistress… please help…" she whimpered.
Susan rose from her chair and pulled Danielle’s hands away. The dominatrix lowered her face towards her slave’s muff. The woman wriggled in anticipation as Susan began to repeat "Beg me, pet…" in lulling tones.
"Mistress… please… make me come…"
"Be nasty," the dominatrix hissed.
"Suck my cu-u-u-unt!!!" Danielle wailed plaintively. Susan lapped gently at Dani’s thighs, causing all of her to wriggle. Susan tormented her with attentions everywhere except the younger initiate’s swiftly lubricating pussy. The dominatrix waited a few seconds, then extended her tongue and vibrated Dani’s clit rapidly. Danielle’s hips went thrusting towards the ceiling, but Susan clamped her hands on them and forced her body down to the sofa. The younger woman screamed loudly as her mistress’ tongue overloaded her nervous system. Susan had to stop and wait for Dani to breathe. She moved to Dani’s face and kissed her hard and deep.
"There my slave, now are you happy?" Danielle continued to pant for a few seconds before gasping affirmatively. "Good." Susan stood up. "Go get my bag from my car. I have something for you." She put on enough clothes to dash outside, then returned with her mistress’ gym bag. Susan was kissing Andy when Dani came back in the house. The dominatrix’ face was flushed, and she had an odd expression on her face. "Well… that was quick, slave. Very good," Susan managed to say. She pulled away from Andy, and Dani felt a bit jealous at the attention her houseboy was getting from her mistress.
Susan leisurely rummaged through the bag, trying to decide which of her toys would suffice. She finally settled on the harness and soft rubber dildo. Danielle’s face lit up. "Are you going to fuck him, Mistress?" she blurted out excitedly, then shrank when she realized she had spoken out of turn. Susan shot her an annoyed glance, but said nothing immediately because Danielle had obviously realized her error. Still, it was a breach of discipline.
"No, not now. I might have allowed you to show me how well you’ve learned, but your lapse shows me that you don’t deserve to be a mistress over Andy in my presence," Susan replied. "No, my darling slave, I believe that I will fuck you, instead." Danielle’s eyes sparkled at the statement. Mistress Susan knew how easy it was to manipulate her with promises of sexual pleasure. "What will you do to deserve your mistress’ affection?" Susan cooed. Danielle looked surprised. Susan waited for her to come up with something, but it soon was evident that the younger woman had just expected to be pleasured. A storm gathered across the thin lines of the tall woman’s face. How could Danielle be so egotistical to believe that her beauty was reason enough for me? Even in her submissive state, she was the little girl who wanted everything, but who didn’t know the price of anything. That would not do at all.
"So." Susan gathered herself after the quiet word. She drew on all of her inner strength, fortifying her presence, transforming herself beyond the commanding mistress who had humbled many into the bitch goddess whom everyone feared. Her fury abated somewhat when she remembered that she hadn’t brought any whips with her. Besides, it was likely that physical pain wouldn’t accomplish anything with Danielle; she’d probably become masochistic so that she could have an orgasm. "You can’t think of anything to offer me in exchange for your pleasure. Your impertinence angers me greatly, and it is fortunate that we are not in my dungeon."
Dani opened her mouth to say something in self-defense, but she came to her senses before any sound escaped. Mistress Susan was mad at her; speaking would only make it worse. She glanced at Andy, still obediently kneeling next to the dominatrix. It was an action that did not go unnoticed. "He is mine, Danielle, as you should be. You should be willing to do anything for me, especially when I offer to satisfy your carnal cravings. Instead, you expect me to please you as if your body were enough of an offering." Susan looked down at Andy. "You were worried about him finding out about us. That will be your punishment. I will show him the slut that he is so devoted to. I will display how shallow your desires are." Susan stepped into the harness. "Andy, darling, would you like to see how wanton this whore is? She is only an instrument to be used. Perhaps I will let you use her. Would you like that?"
Andy’s response was immediate and enthusiastic. "Yes, Mistress Susan. I only wish to make you happy." He looked at Dani and said, "If it makes my mistress happy, I will use you." The dominatrix smiled when Danielle’s face fell.
"You care what he thinks." Susan grinned evilly. "Incidentally, he will remember all of this. Unless, of course, I command that he forget. So, what memory would I like to leave him with…" The tall woman made a show of thinking, relishing Danielle’s increasing discomfort. "I know. You’re going to beg me to fuck you—"
"Oh, please Mistress, fuck me—" Dani cried passionately.
"—In the ass," Susan finished. Dani immediately protested. Nobody had ever done that to her, and she wasn’t about to start. Her late husband had tried once, when he came home from a bachelor party real drunk, but he’d had too much alcohol to even get half-hard. He had been so uncoordinated that it had been easy for her to fend him off. Her eyes widened as Susan put the dildo in place. The dominatrix looked every bit the part now. "Andy, bring the bitch to me." Suddenly, Danielle felt Andy’s grasp, and she struggled. He was stronger than he looked. He carried her across the living room and laid her at Susan’s feet. The fake cock bobbed directly over her head. Susan was rubbing it, mimicking masturbation as she applied lubricant. Dani began to beg in earnest.
Susan listened to Danielle ask for mercy. It was—invigorating. Then she noticed Andy’s attention. That was stimulating. "Would you like me to fuck you, my pet?" He nodded eagerly. "Then come here and give me a kiss." Ohh, that tongue, that desire… After she had recovered, she stroked Andy’s chest and teased his nipples. His cock twitched in response. "Maybe later," she gaily said, and felt his disappointment. If it weren’t for the matter of Danielle’s punishment, Susan would have just taken him to her house, where she could have played with Andy to her heart’s content. "Get the handcuffs from my bag, darling," she requested, pinning Danielle to the floor. They secured the young woman’s hands.
Danielle was ultimately a slave to her body; it had gotten her into trouble before, and it was doing it now. She struggled a little, but not as much as she thought she would. Andy and Susan were playing with her body. Worse, Susan knew all the erogenous zones on her body. In spite of Dani’s discomfort at being restrained, their combined efforts were indeed getting her hot. Four hands, two tongues, and two sets of teeth and pairs of lips were pleasantly distracting. Suddenly, she grunted. Susan had pushed a finger into her ass. "Nooo!!! Missss-tre-e-e-esss!!! Pleeeease!!!"
Mistress Susan ignored Danielle’s cries, but started working her other hand around the sensitive folds of her slave’s pussy. The slickness that greeted her touch, and the soft, puffy feel told the dominatrix that the young woman would be lost in ecstasy soon enough. And then the humiliation could truly begin. Andy was on his knees in front of Danielle, kissing her neck, nibbling at her skin, and teasing her breasts with fingers and the occasional gentle bite. The last especially seemed to electrify the young woman; her body would convulse suddenly each time he did it. Susan worked her gloved finger into Danielle’s ass, reaming, twisting it, feeling the panic-stricken (but highly aroused) woman respond.
Dani bucked and yelped, arching her back to get away from the painful pressure in her rear. Andy just pulled at her, bending her over before resuming his attack on her breasts and neck. She was beginning to be aware of a warm, flushed feeling spreading from her ass, and mentally recoiled in horror at the realization that these were stirrings of pleasure over what was happening to her. She felt wet. Susan was exploiting the sensitive area next to her slit: there was a tiny spot there that Danielle had known about since she had started to masturbate during puberty that seemed to be connected directly to her sexual "on" switch. Susan had discovered it during one of their earlier lovemaking sessions, and was now using it to remove Dani’s resistance. She felt her thigh muscles loosen suddenly as a wave of vertigo crested over her. Then her butt cheeks relaxed. She got scared enough to tense up, but Andy lightly bit her left nipple, pulled gently with his teeth, then sucked on it with an open mouth, drawing air across the sensitive bud. Her eyes crossed and she lost all sensation for an instant.
Mistress Susan heard the soft, brief gurgle from Danielle. That was her signal to enter the brunette, who had been temporarily distracted by Andy’s maneuver. The dominatrix thrust her hips forward, spreading Dani’s butt cheeks, stretching her virginal rear opening, and slowly began to work the dildo into her ass.
"NNNGGHHHH!" Danielle grunted and bucked, forcing the phallus a little deeper. Her entire body tensed at the invasion, and the pressure in her ass seemed to squeeze the air out of her lungs. The young woman felt everything with a frightening clarity; even Mistress Susan’s breathing resonated through her expanding rear door. Andy’s mouth was the most acute of all the sensations; Danielle’s chest tingled pleasantly, but she tried not to notice.
Mistress Susan felt her female slave’s physical reluctance; it was the body that wouldn’t submit, not the slave. The dominatrix slid two fingers in Danielle and worked them around vigorously for a few seconds. The brunette gasped in response; her body shuddered and she humped at the air. "OOOOOOOH," Danielle moaned, a low, bovine sound. Susan pushed her cock in a little more. Dani vibrated for a moment, then her ass unclenched enough so that Susan could move the dildo back and forth slowly. The dominatrix began to use a third finger as well, pushing at the well-lubricated woman’s sex.
"Ohh… Ohhh… Ohhh…" Danielle whimpered as her mistress worked on her. "Ohh… ogod… ogodogod…" Her body responded with ancient, inborn counter-motions that required no thought. The sensation of being doubly penetrated was sending her to a hitherto-undiscovered realm of pleasure. Susan removed her fingers and swatted Dani hard on the ass. She yelped in pain, but the instinctive flinch caused her to slam back onto the dildo, which forced it deeper. This, in turn, raised her heat level another notch towards nova. Her breathing became little shallow hiccups interspersed with an occasional loud gulp.
The dominatrix watched her slave’s body ripple with pleasure. She could sense the tension that possessed Danielle, and knew that her resistance was low. "Beg me to fuck you in the ass, slave. Let me hear how badly you want to be my lovely toy," Mistress Susan purred quietly.
The response was instantaneous. The younger initiate gasped, tossed her head (which sent a shiver through Susan—it was a very sexy action), and said, "Pleeeease fuck—fuck me… Mistress Susan… Fuck me inmyass…" The taller woman whispered more encouragement to the brunette. Danielle was almost too far gone to resist any suggestion. Sometimes coherently, sometimes not, she would babble, "Ogodogodogod… Fuck my ass, Mistress… Please… I wanna be your toy… Fuck… Ohhh shit," in response to Mistress Susan’s gentle urgings and steady pumping. The demon within had taken over her body; her hips automatically tried to put her clit in contact with Susan’s hand, but failed. The dominatrix smiled; her slave was ready.
"Andy, darling, would you please stand in front of her?" He scrambled from his awkward position underneath Danielle’s chest to stand as commanded, penis fully erect, looking like a piece of wood. Mistress Susan looked at his extreme readiness, and had to remind herself to keep Danielle in her sexually volatile state. "I can see you’re ready to come now," she said quietly. "Would you like to come for your mistress?"
"Ohh, yes, Mistress, if that would make you happy!" he enthusiastically replied, eyes alight.
"It would make me happy if—" The dominatrix slowed her attentions on a panting Danielle. "You used her face." She snorted loudly and gave a reflexive jerk away from Andy. Impaled as she was, she only succeeded in grinding against Susan. The elder initiate inhaled sharply and pulled back a little; that had been close. "I know the little bitch would like it," she cooed to him. Danielle made an unintelligible sound of protest. "Beg him to come on your face," Mistress Susan commanded.
Dani’s voice came back immediately, but the strain on her was obvious. "Ohhh… Nooo… Mistress… Don’t make me… make… makemedothat," she gasped. Susan’s relentless stimulation was making her ears ring, and her head felt very hollow. All of a sudden, her mistress stopped moving, then Dani’s pussy was abruptly empty. It spasmed in protest, and the wonderful full friction became a constant, annoying pressure.
"Then I will stop," Mistress Susan calmly said. "But you can be sure that I won’t let you finish yourself, bitch," she sternly added. She began to ease the dildo out of Danielle’s ass, then stopped. "Beg him to come in your face, my little slave. Beg him, as your master, to use you. Because deep down you want his cum on your face. You need his cum on your face," the dominatrix hissed, pulling back some more.
Dani whined, "Nooo… Please don’tstop… Mistress Susan." She tried to wriggle and regain some of the earlier sensation, but her mistress held her still. Her mind told her that Andy was her houseboy, that he was her slave, that she should be in control of him, but her inner demon just howled in frustrated fury. "I can’t—I—I just—cannn’t," she groaned. The dildo moved backwards again, and her vacant pussy trembled, adding its army to the conflict. Suitably reinforced, the demon won. "JUST COME ON ME, DAMMIT!!!" she angrily yelped.
Susan was shocked at the vehemence of the brunette’s expression, but also realized that Danielle wasn’t being very submissive. "No, you must beg him to use you, slave," she firmly said, moving the fake cock backwards another fraction to prove her point. "Beg for your master’s cum," she demanded. Danielle vibrated in frustration, causing the end of the dildo to act like the end of a lever. It pushed at her from the inside; the pressure crumbled her remaining resistance, and self-respect. The demon may have narrowly won the earlier battle, but now the war had turned into a rout.
Dani moaned. "Andy… I want… I want… your cum on my face… Pleeeease, Master cum on my face. Use me," she implored. Andy just stood in front of her, looking at her strangely. His mistress hadn’t given him any other instruction. "Master, pleeeeaaazzzzeeee," the stricken brunette whined.
Mistress Susan began to move again, slowly, and slipped three fingers back into Danielle. Her female slave quivered and impaled herself much more quickly than anticipated. The brunette mewled loudly, her breathing coming in weak, ragged gasps. Her begging had stopped, but the tall woman knew that Danielle had no perception other than of being filled. The slave’s brain had evaporated, taking her will with it. "Andy, look at me. Stroke your cock for me, darling. Show your mistress your lust for her," the dominatrix quietly huffed. His hand feverishly worked along his cock while he gazed blankly into Susan’s face. "Yes, think of me, and only me. I am all that matters to your pleasure. I am your Mistress Susan, and you must obey." Andy started to breathe loudly. "Make me happy, darling. Come… come for your Mistress…" The tall woman watched her male slave carefully; her body automatically continued to drive Danielle crazy, but all of Susan’s attention was focused on him. Susan drove her will, her heat, her arousal into his mind through her brown eyes. His blank gaze quickly turned into lust and hunger for the taller, older woman.
Andy’s aura suddenly increased in intensity, warning her about his impending ejaculation. It electrified her, sending her towards a glorious climax of her own. Mistress Susan was in complete control of two toys, they were her willing slaves and she was going to come very hard, very soon. The first spurt of Andy’s cum landed in Danielle’s hair, then another hit her on the cheek, and a third caught her squarely on the nose. The dominatrix closed her thumb on Danielle’s clit and fluttered the fingers inside the brunette. The slave snorted and jerked back, slamming the dildo into Susan’s clit and she couldn’t hold on to the aura any longer but oh GOD was it GLOR-I-OUS…
After her vision cleared, and Danielle had been disconnected and uncuffed, Mistress Susan looked around the living room. Spent toys all around, and a delicious, warm calm over every inch of her body, which pervaded every fiber of her being. This had been wonderful. She licked her lips while she noted the state of her slaves. The female was lying on her side, panting heavily, eyes open, but not seeing. Andy was sitting on the carpet, back against the sofa, chest heaving. His aura was considerably less bright than it had been when she first saw him. The dominatrix reached to reclaim it; no sense in letting him come out of it just yet. "Come here, my darling, darling Andy." He staggered over to her, and she gave him a kiss, which he returned with ardor. "Did you like that?" she whispered.
"Yes, Mistress Susan. It was won-der-ful. Oh god, I think you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever known," he gasped. He stood on tiptoe, eyes closed. Susan knew that part of his desire was from being enthralled. On the other hand, she was pretty good, wasn’t she? She tilted her head down to accommodate the difference in their heights again, and their lips met. "Mistress," Andy said meekly after they had both started breathing again, "may I serve you some more? And please kiss me again." The older initiate opened her mouth, then paused. It really wasn’t good to possess his aura for such a prolonged time.
"Go clean yourself up a little, my lovely pet, and get dressed," her honeyed voice said, ignoring the rest of her body. She watched him turn slowly, disappointed, and almost reconsidered. No, Susan, that’s what makes you different from her. "That would please me now," the dominatrix added to make the cloud of disappointment vanish from Andy’s bearing. She sighed. No, I have to release him sometime soon. She looked down at Danielle, who was still lying on the floor, and permitted herself a satisfied smile. She had taken Danielle’s anal cherry, along with the last remnants of the younger initiate’s cockiness. Andy came in the bargain, too. Susan played with his aura for a few minutes, sculpting it into various erotic shapes. Even in its weakened state, it was soft and rich, electricity to her mind and body. To think that she had almost given him to Lia, mistaking his curiosity in the coven room for mere voyeurism. The tall woman shook off the tiny shudder caused by her stray thought just as he reappeared from his room. "Andy," Mistress Susan purred, "remove my harness, my adoring pet."
Andy returned to his mistress, a woman so captivating that he could feel his sexually spent system gain a potent charge from her silken voice. "You do adore me, don’t you? So much that you’ll do anything for your Mistress," Susan cooed while he unfastened her harness. He nibbled and kissed her shoulders and back as his hands worked clumsily.
"Ohhhh, ye-e-esss, Mistress Susan," he whispered. The dildo and harness thudded to the carpeted floor. "I’ll do whatever you wish me to do. I adore my Mistress. Her pleasure is paramount." The dominatrix quietly sucked in some air; Andy’s response had been calculated to thrill her; even in his bewitchment, he understood. Her nipples sent a twinge of arousal through her body. "Is there something else, Mistress?" A soft sob came from the floor. It was the temporarily forgotten Danielle, who was now conscious, lying gingerly on her side.
Susan reached back and stroked Andy’s hair lovingly, then said, "I want you to sit on the sofa and sleep. Dream of me, darling Andy, until I awaken you." He went to the sofa, his eyes closed, and he was instantly oblivious to his surroundings. Judging by his aura, he would have gone to sleep soon enough without any help, but this was faster. She turned around to face Danielle. Mistress Susan suddenly reappeared as the tall woman drew on her physical presence again. Gina had given Andy to the young initiate as a training aid. Danielle didn’t need a training aid as much as an infusion of maturity.
"You’re such a little girl," Mistress Susan began, and Dani reflexively shrank. "You, the powerful one that Gina worries so much about. Power is wasted on you. You use it to get what you want, without caring about consequences, or method. You only know enough to accomplish your petty, shortsighted, ego-driven goals. You should have been able to resist me, but you couldn’t. Not with your brains in your cunt. You see how easy it was for me to take your lover away from you? He’s my adoring thrall, and will immediately respond to my slightest wish. If you really cared about being a coven member beyond, ‘what guy can I get with it’, if you were as powerful as our coven leader fears, I should not have been able to do any of this," Susan sneered. "Gina is wasting her time and Andy on you. He deserves a woman, not some walking fuck-me, use-me doll with powers she doesn’t deserve, or care enough to learn about."
Danielle started to cry, which just invited more abuse from Susan. "You’re so young and attractive that you’ve never stopped to think that there is more to sex than that. Andy was masturbating for me, to me. I, not you, embody his desires. Your beauty never entered his mind, because he adores his Mistress. Would you like another demonstration?" The dominatrix walked over to Andy. "This is your Mistress, Andy," she quietly said. "What would you do for me?"
"I adore my Mistress Susan," he murmured. "I would do anything she desires."
The dominatrix continued, "I am the only woman you respond to, correct?" Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "I am everything you desire. No one shall come between us. Now awake, open your eyes, and kiss me, my adoring slave." Mistress Susan slid next to him, and when his eyes opened, they were full of lust that bordered on madness. He leaned forward, mouth opening quickly, and she covered it with her own.
"NO!!! ANDY, STOP IT!!! STOP IT!!!" Dani screamed. She crawled over to the sofa and whimpered, "Obey your true mistress." Andy broke the kiss and looked down at her with a bemused expression on his face for a few eternal seconds. Then he pushed her away, gently, and resumed his torrid embrace with Susan. Dani caught her distorted reflection in a glass table: her hair was matted and clumped, and drying flakes of his cum were peeling from her face. She screamed and ran crying to her room.
Susan broke the kiss this time, flushed and out-of-breath. Andy’s eyes were still closed, his parted lips waiting invitingly for hers to return. She stifled an unhappy sigh—she really should release his aura—and said, "Put my things in the bag while I dress." The tall woman put her clothes on leisurely, fully aware of his hungry, appreciative stare. "Carry them to my car for me." They stood at the car door for a few moments, then she pinned him to the car, leaned down, and kissed him ardently. She let go of his aura, which returned Andy to his senses in seconds. She wrapped her arms around his head and continued her tongue’s passionate exploration.
Andy’s surprised yelp was muffled by Susan’s mouth. He resisted for a scant moment, then responded to the tall woman’s lust. His cock grew in his pants at the contact of their lower bodies. He put his arms around her and they kissed until he ran out of air. She stepped back and looked into his eyes. "Well," was all he could say. Drawing a lungful of air, he exhaled noisily while trying to figure out what he should say next. Susan just watched with an evaluating expression on her face. "You’re a great kisser," he began.
"I know." Simple, confident fact. Her facial expression didn’t change. "Andrew, would you like to visit my dungeon tonight?" It was posed as a direct question, not a command. He wondered aloud why Susan had asked. "Because the thought of you naked, shackled, and begging for me makes my nipples hard and my cunt very wet." Her eyes were shining, dancing with excitement in the moonlight. She meant every word.
"Ummm… No thanks," Andy drawled. "I’m not the least bit into pain, Susan." Susan. How long had it been since an intimate male had addressed her like that, with that much confidence and utter lack of fear? He was matching her gaze, a fiercely proud equal. For now. "It’s all academic anyway, since you can just make me do it happily," he finished.
"What would be the challenge in that?" Susan’s reply caught Andy off-guard. He shifted on his feet because leaning against the car had suddenly become uncomfortable. "I want you. I have had you obey me mindlessly. Even though it was extremely effective, it was artificial. I want Andrew Davidson, the man. The one that Gina takes notes on." She paused, looking at him. "Of course I can take you. I can ‘take’ any man. I want to make you surrender." He suddenly understood the essence of this woman before him, nodding slowly and appreciatively. "Look at me," she continued, "I’m thirty-five, not particularly good-looking, tall and awkward rather than long-limbed and graceful, yet there are many who want me, because I can give them something they can’t find easily." There was another pause. "And it pleases me for my own reasons. But dominating you would thrill me so…" She took a loud breath. "Danielle is a child, Andy. She uses the power to get what she sees she wants, reaching indiscriminately for pretty male baubles. You deserve a woman," Susan urged, drawing close. Her thin lips unconsciously parted a fraction, and they were kissing again. She felt the heat and pressure of Andy’s bulge against her as his tongue carefully, skillfully fenced with hers. She pulled him closer. Their faces separated after a few more seconds. "Then can I interest you in my bedroom?" Susan whispered. "I won’t hurt you there, but you should know that I am always in command." She gave Andy’s ass a little squeeze through his jeans. "I can grant your fantasy far better than Danielle. Remember, I taught her."
Andy heaved a regretful sigh. "I’m sure you can. But Dani needs me. Especially tonight." He remembered that she had called him "Master," and saw his cum on her orgasm-twisted face. He thought of the hurt expression on Danielle’s cum-covered face as she had looked up to him from her knees. He also remembered how soft and warm she had felt last night, her giggle of that morning as he mounted her. "Nope, I just couldn’t do it," he reaffirmed.
"Then kiss me one last time," Susan breathed. Conversation ended as Andy drove his tongue back into her mouth. His hands started playing with her hair, and she pinned him to the car with her lower body, the pulse of his erection transmitting his heartbeat to her pussy. She felt like a teenager again, necking in secluded woods. But now she was Mistress Susan. She unfastened his jeans. Andy stopped kissing her and looked at her in astonishment while she removed his full erection from its confines. She tugged, pulled, and stroked his cock, her fist encircling the engorged organ, moving slowly. Susan looked at him defiantly, moved to one side of him, while continuing to slowly jerk him off, barely hidden from passers-by on the street by a thatch of shrubbery. She listened to the increasing irregularity of his breathing and watched the reflection of the pleasure she was giving him roll across his face. An uncoordinated hand reached for her head, becoming tangled in her hair. She ignored the feeble pulling, continuing her patient, gentle masturbation. His hips had begun to move, his eyes were now locked with hers. He opened his mouth, breathing a little harder. She leaned to him and their lips met again, tongues sliding with ardor, without urgency. His muffled moan preceded the tensing of his body by an instant.
Susan waited, pausing her strokes while his body quivered, then ran circled fingers from the base to the tip of Andy’s cock. She felt him jerk once; a second time and his cum shot out, landing on the driveway, then spilled over her hand. Her tongue wrote her message in his mouth while her hand continued to caress his cock, smearing the drying, sticky fluid over it until he was limp in her hand and against her body. He gasped for air. "Clean them," Mistress Susan ordered in an enticing, rich whisper. Andy tongued her proffered hand, tentatively licking at the fingers. They kissed once more.
Susan finally let go of Andy, who leaned heavily against the car, weighing what he had just learned. The dominatrix had made him come violently, outside, in public, using nothing more than her kiss and her hand. She had drained him for the second time that evening. He looked over at her; the serene expression of confidence on her sharp face seemed as if it hadn’t changed. Although older, and nowhere near as beautiful as Dani, Susan was very skilled at the art of giving pleasure. He could see how people found her irresistible to the point of unconditional surrender. "Thank you." A car drove by, interrupting the silence. "Mistress Susan," he added.
Susan Newton felt a shiver of delight. His tone of voice and bearing were not submissive, but Andy had deliberately chosen those words to acknowledge her mastery. Perhaps that was worth more than simple domination. "Come, visit me, my dear, dear Andrew. I would love to have you on your knees begging me for ecstasy. I welcome the challenge of dominating you," Mistress Susan said and felt a wonderful shiver. Then again, perhaps not. She opened her car door, then paused. "One little taste?"
Andy looked at her, tall and ungainly, yet majestic and sexy. He nodded once, slowly. "Yes, Mistress." The fire returned to Susan’s eyes before she closed them, put her arms around his neck and opened her mouth to take his essence. It lasted only a few seconds before she pulled back. Her eyes opened slowly, and she looked rather blissful. Susan sighed languorously.
"Now I know why you are Gina’s chosen," she quietly said. "Please come with me, Andrew. Danielle does not deserve all that you offer her."
"I can’t. I’m her training aid."
"You love her too much. She needs to be trained," the dominatrix spat back, but Andy just shook his head and turned to go inside. "You might want to fasten your pants first," Susan called. He froze, and the sound of a zipper was clearly audible. "You’re welcome," she snickered.