TOMMY TAKES CHARGE OF PAUL

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 6 ]

Elsa fumed as she watched TV on that Sunday afternoon. Since the sleepover with her friends and Erin’s sister, Brenda, she’d had a one-on-one little girl lesbian encounter with each of her friends. It was Erin that most enthralled her. But, it was in a special way that Erin had captured her desires. She’d finally gotten up the nerve to call Erin and invite her over and Erin had not been home. Disappointed and hurt, she’d left a message with Erin’s mom for Erin to call right away. “It’s… it’s… really important,” she’d gasped to Erin’s mom. She’d wanted to say it was an emergency, but that might get Erin’s mom worried. She’d settled for really important, though the thoughts in her mind and the heat in her pussy were getting close to an emergency. She needed relief and was determined that it would be Erin that provided it.

Her behavior was enough that her normally self-centered and dim-witted brother said, “What’s wrong with you, knucklehead?”

“Nothing,” she’d said, denying the signals her body was sending. She got up and left, confining herself and her growing desire to her bedroom. ‘Where could Erin be?’ she wondered.

Finally, she got a call from Erin around 5 pm. “Come over quick,” she pleaded.

“What’s up?” asked Erin.

“Just come over. I need you,” said Elsa.

Erin caught a special emphasis on the ‘need’ part of what Elsa said. She remembered the last time they’d been alone. The memory sent a tingle through her. She’d just been satisfied multiple times by her slaves in the Mitchell house, but she didn’t want to turn down an invitation from her best friend. “Be right there,” she said and rushed out.

When Erin arrived a few minutes later, Elsa rushed her up to her bedroom and locked the door. “My parents will be out until 8,” she said. “My brother won’t bother us.” She pushed her body against Erin’s and pressed her lips to her friend’s lips.

Erin eagerly returned the passionate kiss, surprised at the urgency of Elsa’s desire. She felt Elsa grasp her wrists and pull her hands. Erin let Elsa place her hands on her tits and started squeezing her friend’s small mounds.

Elsa let out a moan as Erin felt her up through her shirt. She’d taken off her bra when Erin said she was coming over, so there was just a layer of thin material between Erin’s hands and Elsa’s sensitive nipples. It was wonderful to have Erin’s hands on her. She wanted those hands to touch her everywhere, but Erin kept her hands where they’d been placed as if waiting for an invitation to move. But Elsa didn’t want to extend the invitation. She could have, but didn’t want to, reach up and pull Erin’s hands to another location. Touch me here. Now touch me there. Now over here. She wanted that, but didn’t want to lead Erin. Frustrated, she pushed Erin away and stared at her friend, panting as she considered what to say.

“What’s wrong, Elsa?” asked Erin. The abrupt change in Elsa’s mood was surprising. It scared Erin a little to see Elsa just staring and breathing deeply.

“I want… something… else,” said Elsa, blushing as she said even those few innocuous words.

“What?” asked Erin. She, too, enjoyed making out with her friend, but what more, what else could Elsa want?

“Oh… I don’t know how to say it,” said Elsa. She bowed her head and looked up at Erin coyly. Biting her knuckle, she looked so innocent and helpless. She actually did know what to say, she just was ashamed to admit it now that the moment had arrived.

Erin stepped forward and put her arms around her friend, comforting Elsa in the awkward moment. She didn’t know quite what Elsa wanted, but the look that Elsa had given her told the young mistress that she ought to be strong and supporting for her friend. “Just say it,” said Erin. “Tell me what you want.”

Elsa melted in Erin’s arms. She thought of her other friends as girls like her. Erin was somehow different. Erin was more like a boy – a cute one with a pussy, but a take charge kind of boy who knew how to treat a girl. Erin could make a girl feel safe and … sexy. “I want you to tie me up like you did your sister.”

“Are you kidding?” asked Erin in surprise.

“No,” wailed Elsa in embarrassment. She’d said what she wanted and now Erin wasn’t even going to take her seriously. “I… I’m sorry, I just… oh, forget it,” she said almost in tears.

Erin suddenly recognized the innocent, submissive look that Elsa had given her standing there with her finger in her mouth. Elsa wasn’t kidding. She stepped back from Elsa and looked her up and down, noticing that Elsa trembled under her gaze. “Oh, honey,” said Erin, taking the dominant role that Elsa wanted her to have. “I’m not forgetting anything about this moment. You got some rope?”

Elsa brightened up. “Y-yes,” she said. “I put some in the drawer.” She pointed to the nightstand beside her bed. “You’ll do it?” she asked tentatively.

“Just stand right there and don’t move,” commanded Erin. “Put your hands on your head.” She walked over to the nightstand and pulled out a coil of rope. She walked back in front of Elsa. “We’re gonna have some fun, honey.” Emboldened by Elsa’s invitation, she tossed the rope on the bed and put her hands on Elsa’s hips. She ran her hands up Elsa’s sides, making sure she pulled the other girl’s shirt up as she did. “You know what happens to girls who get tied up, don’t you?”

“No, what?’ breathed Elsa.

Erin brushed her lips to Elsa’s cheek and put her hands up inside Elsa’s shirt, resting them on her bare breasts. “Everything,” she whispered, her voice husky with emotion. “Every naughty little thing that I want to do is going to happen to you.”

“Uh huh,” nodded Elsa. That was what she wanted, too. “Mistress,” she whispered. Just the sound of it made her hot.

But, Erin knew that every naughty little thing she wanted was probably too much for Elsa – at least this first time. She’d just left a group of teens and one adult that had taught her things beyond Elsa’s imagination. Erin took her hands off Elsa and circled her new slave. In a way she felt like she would be taking advantage of the little girl. She had grown so much beyond her own 12 years that she knew Elsa was not ready to be her slave completely. She would have to take it slowly with the little slave slut. Step by step she would corrupt this sweet little girl until she could really do every little naughty thing.

“Take off your clothes,” Erin said to her slave. A warm rush swept over Elsa as she heard her first command. It was what she wanted, to be naked in front of her mistress. She took off her shoes and socks, fumbling with them nervously and feeling foolish in her eagerness to please. Then, she slid down her pants and looked to her mistress for approval. The look in Erin’s eyes was approval enough. Elsa pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her flat chest. The young girl was very self-conscious of her lack of development, but the way Erin looked at her tiny hard nipples made Elsa feel very sexy.

“My panties, too?” asked Elsa.

“Everything,” said Erin. “I want everything off before I tie you up. I want to see that pretty little cunt of yours.”

“Ohhhh,” moaned Elsa at Erin’s dirty talk. She pulled her panties down to show off what Erin had asked to see.

“I said everything,” said Erin. “Take off your watch and necklace, too. Don’t disappoint me. When I say everything, I mean everything, honey.”

“Sorry, er… mistress,” said Elsa. That caught her off guard, but she quickly complied. She started to move toward the bed.

Erin caught Elsa by the wrist. “I didn’t tell you to move, honey,” she said. “Stand still. Put your hands on your head again.” She circled her slave. “Very nice. I can see every inch of my Elsa’s sweet body,” she said. She stopped behind Elsa and ran her hands down the bare back to the tight, round, bare ass. The experienced mistress noticed the trembling of her slave as her hands stroked the soft skin. She ran her hands back up Elsa’s back and caught Elsa’s hair with one hand. Pulling Elsa’s head back, she pressed her lips to Elsa’s and felt them yield to her. “Now, get on the bed and lie down on your back,” she instructed her slave.

Erin picked up the rope and uncoiled it. It was one long piece of rope. “Got a knife?” she asked Elsa. “This has to be in pieces.”

“In the drawer,” said Elsa.

Erin found the knife and cut off a length of rope. She tied Elsa’s wrist securely to a bedpost and then did the same with the other. Leaning over her captive, Erin said, “You’re mine now. I can do anything I want to you. You wanted to be tied up just like I did my sister. Do you remember when I slapped my sister?”

“I haven’t been bad,” protested Elsa. “That’s not what I meant. I want…”

“Want what?” teased Erin.

“To… to lick your… p-pussy.”

“You want to eat cunt?”

“Uh huh,” nodded Elsa meekly.

“When you’ve earned it,” said Erin. She tied Elsa’s ankles to the foot of the bed, leaving her spread-eagled. “First, you need to learn to obey me.”

“I will,” said Elsa. She couldn’t believe how hot she felt being helpless in front of Erin. Erin was looking at her like she was the sexiest thing on earth. Erin could see every inch of her body. It felt so naughty, but so wonderful at the same time.

“Well, you didn’t,” said Erin. “I told you to take everything off and you asked me about your panties and you didn’t take off your watch and necklace. You were a bad girl.” Erin found a belt in Elsa’s closet. “I’m going to have to spank my bad girl.”

Elsa’s eyes got wide as Erin waved the belt around. “No, don’t spank me,” she whined. “I didn’t know… I won’t do it again.”

Erin, remembering that Elsa’s brother was in the house, looked around the room and picked up Elsa’s discarded panties. She stuffed them into Elsa’s protesting mouth. “That’s to keep you quiet, honey,” said Erin. “Hmmmm,” she ran her eyes up and down Elsa’s taut form. “Where should I spank you, honey? On the tits? On your legs? On your cute little pussy? Oh yeah, I think on that cute little pussy that you didn’t want to show me.”

“Uh uh, uh uh,” grunted Elsa, shaking her head.

“Oh, shut up, honey,” said Erin. “You make too much noise and I’ll have to show your brother what’s going on.” She smiled at the silence that comment brought. Then, she slowly raised the belt up and slapped it down across Elsa’s crotch. Elsa jumped, but stayed silent. Again she whipped the belt lightly across Elsa’s pussy. Then, a third time.

It was more embarrassing to the captive than painful. Elsa couldn’t believe how hot that action made her. She’d been mortified at the thought of a spanking with a belt, but it felt wonderful to have Erin take charge. She deserved the punishment for disobeying and her mistress delivered it as promised. When the punishment stopped at just three strokes, Elsa felt a twinge of disappointment.

But, her disappointment was short lived. Erin started removing her own clothes. She noticed with pleasure how her little lezzie slut’s eyes never left her and she pulled off her shirt and bra. “Want to suck my tits?” Erin teased her slave.

“Uh huh,” grunted Elsa into the gag.

“Want to see my cunt?”

“Uh huh,” Elsa’s voice was a whine of desperation.

Erin slid down her pants, but left her panties on. “In a little bit,” she said. “I can see your pretty little pussy,” she said, trailing a finger around Elsa’s velvety lips. “I’ve got a naughty little slave. I’ve got a… a slut slave,” she said. “I’ve got a naughty little lezzie slut who stripped everything off for me. A naughty lezzie slave who likes to show off her pretty little pussy.”

Erin climbed on top of Elsa and rubbed her small tits against Elsa’s tummy and flat chest. She rested one leg between Elsa’s and let her thigh press up against Elsa’s pussy. At the same time, she pressed her cunt up against Elsa’s thigh. “Mmmmm,” she moaned. She could tell that Elsa wanted much more than this, but it was so much fun to tease the little slut. She let their bodies rub together for several minutes. It was especially fun to run her tongue up from Elsa’s navel to her throat, carefully avoiding the sensitive nipples along the way. Elsa was whining in lust by the time Erin tired of that game.

Then, the mistress fished the sodden panties from out of Elsa’s mouth. “Did you enjoy your panties?” she asked.

“That was disgusting,” said Elsa. “I wouldn’t have cried when you punished me. You didn’t have to put them in my mouth.”

“Oh, there, there, honey,” said Erin, soothingly. “I think little sluts like to have things in their mouths.” She paused to let Elsa think about that, but Elsa missed the inference that there were other things Erin would like to stick in her mouth. “Would you like to have my panties in your mouth?”

“No,” said Elsa, shaking her head.

“You want to lick my pussy, but you don’t want my panties in your mouth?”

“Ummm.”

“My panties in your mouth, honey. My panties that are so wet from my pussy juices. My tasty panties in your mouth. Say you want them. Let me hear it.”

“Ummm.”

“Doesn’t sound like a no to me,” said Erin. “But it doesn’t sound like a yes either. I want my pretty little lezzie slut to ask for my panties.” She put her head to Elsa’s chest and sucked on a nipple.

“Aaaaahhh,” gasped Elsa at the sudden attention to her eager nipple. Erin had been driving her crazy with the subtle teasing. She needed the touch of her mistress. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, put your p-panties in my mouth,” she said.

Erin stood beside the bed and slid down her panties. Her crotch was two feet from Elsa’s face, giving the tied girl a perfect view of her bald pussy. She pressed the panties to Elsa’s face and poked them into her mouth. “There you go, honey,” said Erin. “Just what you wanted – a taste of my pussy.”

The taste and aroma of Erin’s cunt juices hit Elsa hard. She was already on the verge of begging for Erin to touch her. The talented mistress had teased her to the limit. She desperately wanted Erin to touch her everywhere and anywhere, to take her higher, and to give her release. Yet, it wasn’t part of the game to tell Erin what she wanted. She was Erin’s toy; she would please Erin and be pleased by Erin all at Erin’s whim. Now with Erin’s taste and smell filling her senses, she moved even higher. She was ready to break her unspoken rule and beg for Erin’s hands, tongue, anything… but, she couldn’t beg with the panties in her mouth. What came out was a series of grunts and moans that simply told Erin that Elsa was thoroughly enjoying her role as slave. And Erin knew it was time to stop teasing.

First, the mistress removed her panties from Elsa’s mouth. “If you can’t stay quiet, then I’ll have to put these back,” she warned. Then, she lay back down on Elsa, putting her tits to her slave’s mouth. Elsa eagerly sucked on the swollen nipples that were offered to her. “Oh, yeah, keep that up, honey and I’ll give you a big reward,” said Erin, earning even more vigorous attention to her tits from the promise.

Erin was succumbing to the teasing herself. The familiar feeling of power had been building in her with each moment. Elsa’s demanding mouth on her tits was the final straw that told her it was time. She slid up Elsa’s slender body and knelt over the slave’s face. Pressing her pussy down to Elsa, she felt a soft tongue caress her pussy and then press insistently between her lips. Erin pressed down and slightly forward to make sure that Elsa’s tongue could reach her most sensitive places.

Elsa smelled and tasted the real thing now as her mistress straddled her face. It was as good as she’d hoped. Her mistress was taking her, using her. The feeling was wonderful. The lezzie slave licked for all she was worth, running her tongue up and down the sopping slit. She found Erin’s clit and licked at it furiously, enjoying her own feel of power from the thrashing of Erin’s body. She might be tied, but she was far from helpless… she had the power to make her mistress cum. Her eyes ran up the lovely body of her mistress and locked with the stunning blue eyes that stared back at her. ‘Cum for me, mistress,’ she begged silently and was rewarded as Erin tensed on her.

Elsa lost sight of those commanding blue eyes as Erin pressed down on her slave’s face. Humping hard, Erin felt Elsa’s tongue, lips, and teeth continue their attentions to her slippery clit. She moaned in ecstasy as she came. “Oh, yes, honey, lick me like that. Eat my cunt. Make me cum.” Sated, she slid off her slave.

There was no doubt in Erin’s mind what Elsa wanted and needed right now. But, she needed a few seconds to recover from the wonderful orgasm. After about half a minute, she stood and gazed down at the tied 12-year-old lying in front of her. Elsa had given herself totally. Erin had teased her and then used her tongue. She could have made Elsa beg to cum, but maybe in a future session. Instead, she started to slowly satisfy the bound girl.

Again Erin ran her tongue up and down Elsa’s tummy and in between her hard nipples. She kissed Elsa’s throat until Elsa was whining in desperation. Then, Erin kissed Elsa passionately on the lips, feeling her slave respond feverishly. Slowly, ever so slowly, Erin started back down toward Elsa’s dripping cunt. She kissed Elsa’s throat and tongued her way back down. This time, she stopped to attend to Elsa’s demanding nipples. “Oh, yes, mistress,” breathed Elsa, barely audible because she didn’t want to break the mood.

Erin kissed her way down Elsa’s heaving chest and tummy. Teasingly she moved right past Elsa’s pussy and to her soft, sensitive inner thighs. “Oh, God,” moaned Elsa at the missed moment. She wanted Erin to… but she didn’t dare ask. ‘Please,’ she thought to herself, ‘please kiss my pussy.’ She didn’t dare to think that it might not happen. Her mistress was just being cruelly slow.

Erin worked her way back up Elsa’s thighs, mildly surprised at her own self-control. Elsa’s body writhed under, telling her just how hot she was making her slave. Elsa wanted to cum so bad, but she wouldn’t ask for it. Erin wanted to make Elsa cum, but she was also enjoying the grunts, the twists and heaves of Elsa’s body, and the tension that she could feel building. Finally, she found herself at the very top of Elsa’s thighs with no where else to go. She slipped her tongue between Elsa’s pussy lips and lapped up the juices that were flowing freely. “Oh, Erin, oh, God, oh, Erin,” moaned Elsa.

Erin slipped her hands under Elsa’s ass and lifted Elsa’s pussy right to her face. She’d eaten pussy before, but this was the best ever. The feeling of power was incredible. She’d teased Elsa for so long that Elsa’s body was trembling uncontrollably. It was her that was commanding Elsa. It was her that had decided upon the moment of Elsa’s orgasm. It was almost like she was having the orgasm as she felt Elsa jerk and tense under her. Erin bore down on the clit with every fiber of her being. Her tongue was an instrument of pleasure and she was making Elsa cum right now. She looked up the length of Elsa’s heaving body, past the rapidly rising and falling chest, past the taut little nipples, past the panting lips, and up to find Elsa’s eyes. But, Elsa’s eyes were screwed shut in the intensity of her orgasm. Erin saw Elsa’s fists clenched and pulling at the ropes that bound her.

Pulling at those ropes reminded Elsa of her predicament. She was tied and helpless, at the mercy of her mistress. Like Erin, she saw the moment as Erin’s moment. It was the mistress, not the slave who had decided that Elsa was allowed to cum and when. But, where Erin felt the power of making Elsa cum, Elsa felt the love of her mistress. She’d been allowed to cum. And after all that wonderful, sensual teasing, this was the best that Elsa had ever experienced in her limited experience. It would be a crowning moment that she would seek to achieve over and over again. And, Erin would be her mistress forever as she tried to attain these heights again.

Erin stood back and admired the slender heaving body. Elsa was still stretched and helpless, panting heavily as she came down from her orgasm. The 12-year-old mistress casually started to dress. When she was done, she sat on the edge of the bed and watched Elsa pull at her ropes. Finally Elsa asked, “Are you going to untie me… please?”

“I’d like to leave you like this forever,” replied Erin. She traced a finger down between Elsa’s small breasts. Elsa blushed at the attention. “My pretty little slave,” said Erin. Then she remembered what Melissa and Jennifer said to each other. “No, not my slave,” said Erin. “My wifey. I’ll be your hubby and you be the wifey.”

“Yesss,” said Elsa. That sounded wonderful to her. Erin was so commanding and so powerful. Her hubby had brought her to a wonderful orgasm. That was what a husband should do. It was so romantic. It was perfect. “My husband,” she said, her eyes sparkling at the idea.

“And I’ll show you all the ways a husband makes his wife happy,” said Erin. “But you have to show me all the ways you can make me happy.”

“Yes, of course,” said Elsa. She loved the gentle touch of Erin’s hands on her nude body. It was so sensual. Her limited experience and her submissive nature made her mind and body putty in Erin’s hands. She had imagined how a husband would treat her. He would be strong. He would protect her. He would make love to her. She’d had the stirrings of lesbian love, so now Erin would be all those things for her. Most of all, Erin would be strong.

Erin untied the beautiful Elsa, already plotting what their next session would be like and the next and the next. There would come a time, not too distant, when Elsa would lose herself in Erin’s control.

Back at the Mitchell house, Cathy was going to bed. She’d had a long day of serving many mistresses and her son as well. Tomorrow would be even more strenuous as Beth and Patty returned for her. Down the hall she could hear Jennifer servicing Melissa and Brad in a kinky threesome.

She felt a rising lust, but it wasn’t the sounds of the teens that urged her hand to her damp pussy. As she started to diddle herself off, Cathy was thinking about the 12-year-old that had made her lick pussy. She’d felt so weak as she knelt before the little girl. It was as if she was the little girl and Erin was the adult, taking advantage of her. She remembered the taste of the sweet pussy and her tongue flicked out, as if trying to catch the dew that had filled her young mistress.

“What’s become of me?” she wondered silently as her hand busied itself with her clit. It was so embarrassing to be so aroused by something as forbidden as making love to a preteen. Yet, she found herself hardly able to wait for the next encounter.