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Losing Control (Mast, FF, femdom, mostly cons.)
By Regina Regetti

(Feel free to copy or distribute for your own pleasure and enjoyment
but, please, do not repost without asking permission. Comments
welcome...aagina@hotmail.com)


June Claymore stood in front of the stove, trying to force herself to
concentrate. Just a few more minutes and then, finally, she would have
her day all to herself, at least until 4:00 or so, when Dan came home
from school. Right now, though, she was in the worst time crunch of the
morning, hustling one kid off to middle school and the other one--her
daughter Janie--off to high school. The mad dash happened every day and
it never got any easier.

"Guys, let's go!" she yelled over her shoulder, simultaneously scraping
the scrambled eggs off the bottom of the pan. They were a little
overdone, but passable. She shoveled them onto plates, and then paused,
momentarily at a loss. She caught a whiff of burning bread, and
whirled--too late--to the toaster. Oh well. They'd have to go without
toast today. There wasn't time to make more. "Are you COM-ing?"

The thundering herd finally arrived, her son galumphing in first,
followed closely by his sister, who walked in still thrusting loose
papers into her backpack.

"Mom, have you seen my new sweater?" Janie asked, her face a mask of
desperation.

"Which one, honey?" Wrong answer, and it earned June "The Look."

"My new one? The one with the stripes?"

"I don't know, dear. Where did you leave it?"

"Mom, if I KNEW that I would KNOW where it IS."

A good point, and June decided her end of the "conversation" had ended.
She plopped the plates on the table. "You've got two minutes to eat,
then I'll run you down to the bus stop.

As June turned away from the dreadful scrambled egg slaughter, her eyes
trailed to the table in the hallway. The package was still sitting
where she'd left it. She ached to open it, but knew she would have to
wait. The clatter of dishes in the sink snapped her out of her reverie,
and she helped stuff the lunches into the backpacks. Three sets of
sneakers scampered down the stairs to the garage, and they roared off
down the street. She barely paused at the stop sign before turning
right, knowing even as she did it that Mrs. Watson would probably
arrange to have another letter sent from the Fairfax County Police.
"Dear Citizen: Your car was observed being operated in an unsafe
manner...."

Quick smooches, a few last-minute words of encouragement and
then...freedom.

********

Back at the house, June scooped up the package as she went by and
trotted upstairs to her bedroom. She tossed it onto the bed as she
kicked off her shoes and then hurriedly peeled off her turtleneck and
jeans. She decided to leave her panties on for now, but grabbed her
silk robe, shrugging it on but leaving it open. Then, feeling like a
kid on Christmas morning, she was finally ready to open the package.
She propped up her pillows and slid under the covers, leaning down to
pick up the box. Her nightstand scissors made quick work of the mailing
tape, and then she tore it open.

Her eyes sparkling, June stared at the contents, slowly removing each
one. First to emerge was a DVD, its salacious cover promising hours of
delicious viewing. It was from a company called whippedass.com, which
specialized in lesbian s&m. June felt wicked as she stared at the
images on the cover, a young girl bound and obscenely stretched over a
sawhorse while another, older woman savagely fucked her with a strap-on
cock. Smiling, she reached into the box and extracted another item, a
strap-on and harness very similar to the one on the DVD's cover. How
she longed to have someone take her like that! But the chances seemed
very remote, despite her constant fantasies about the possibility. Whom
could she approach? Oh sure, she had masturbated while thinking about
her next-door-neighbor Sue. She was slightly older than June and a bit
plump, but June had spied on her sunbathing on more than one occasion
and knew that she had a sexy, curvy body. Yet June could not imagine
approaching her about lesbian sex; she seemed so straitlaced, and was
certainly devoted to her husband. Or Betty Riordan, June's best friend.
How often had June's oily fingers brought on a climax while dreaming of
her red-haired friend fucking her hard in this very room? Too many
times to count, yet Betty, for all her buxom charm, could be a bit
severe in her demeanor, always very prim and proper. A highly paid real
estate agent, Betty was also the PTA president at the high school where
her daughter Jill was a classmate of Janie. Even though June and Betty
saw each other often, it never seemed an appropriate time to broach the
subject of sex of any kind, let alone lesbian sex.

No, mostly June explored her fantasies online, lately with a succession
of chat friends. It was through them that she had become aware of a
website offering the items in her special box, an endless pornucopia of
toys and videos. She had hesitated awhile before ordering anything,
fearful that she might unleash a string of porn-related mail offers.
Finally, though, her horniness had driven her to make a purchase, and
she had ordered an assortment of wicked goodies.

Feeling herself beginning to get wet, June dumped the box out on the
bed. Out fell an assortment of dildos and vibrators, a butt plug, some
anal beads, some nipple clamps joined by a chain, and a set of ben-wa
balls. She was like a kid in a candy store, not knowing where to start.
Suddenly, though, she knew that she had to have a cum, and quickly.

Squealing with delight, she bounced her bottom up off the bed and
skinned off her wet panties. The air hitting her moist hairy mound felt
delicious, and she reached down and let two of her fingers slide down
along her lips, immediately coating them with her juices. God, she was
so wet! She could not remember the last time she had felt so horny. She
longed to cum, knowing that it would only be the first of many that
day.

Searching through the jumble of sex toys on the bedspread, June
selected a slender vibrator, perhaps 10 inches long, and another
curiously shaped device with a small strap. It was also a vibrator,
designed to strap to the back of her hand. It would make her entire
hand vibrate, transferring the delicious sensations to whatever she
touched. She tried switching it on. Nothing happened. The same with the
long vibrator. She clicked the switch off and on several times.
Nothing. Then she giggled, realizing that the devices needed batteries.

She left them on the bed and scampered down the stairs, her thin robe
flying open on either side of her bouncing breasts. She felt
deliciously naughty, flouncing around like this, practically naked. She
went into her kitchen and opened the door to the pantry. Inside was a
plastic bag filled with an assortment of batteries. Closing the door,
she happened to glance outside and felt her heart skip a beat. Sue was
out watering her side garden, her fleshy curves packed tightly into a
lycra swimsuit. June stared for a moment, her horniness almost
conquering good sense. She longed to throw open the sliding door and
invite her in for a romp in bed but she didn't dare. Instead, she stood
unseen in her kitchen, not 20 feet from the woman, rubbing her wet
fingers up and down her drooling slit. No. She just couldn't risk it,
no matter how turned on she was.

Instead, she whirled and raced back up the stairs with her bag of
batteries. It took several fumbling minutes to get them installed, and
then--at last--she was able to sprawl back on the bed and find the
pleasure she so desperately desired. She began by inserting several
inches of the long vibe in her pussy and switching it on low. She
groaned as a lovely wave of sensations trembled through her, and for a
moment she just lay there enjoying the feeling, gently fucking herself
with the toy. Then, almost as an afterthought, she switched on the vibe
strapped to her right hand. It was an odd feeling, her whole hand
vibrating and twitching right down to her bones. But when she brought
her hand up to her chest, cupping her large tit, she could not believe
the pleasure that rippled through her.

"Ohhhhhhh," she groaned, feeling her nipple instantly hardening in the
center of her shivering palm. She almost forgot about the vibrator in
her pussy as she concentrated on pleasuring her nipples, moving her
thrumming hand from one to the other and back again. Her mouth dropped
open in a silent moan of ecstasy, and she arched her back high up off
the bed, reveling in the feelings. Then, almost as if it had a mind of
its own, her pleasure-producing hand began moving down her body,
sliding deliciously across her smooth belly. She knew what she needed.
She needed to feel this sensation directly on her clit.

As soon as the thought drifted through her brain, June felt her pussy
contract, squeezing tightly around the other vibrator. She reached down
and fucked herself with her left hand, almost unconsciously switching
the power a bit higher.

"Oh yessssssss," she hissed. Her hips were moving now, making little
fucking motions up off the covers as she felt her pleasure beginning to
mount. It was time now, she thought, and she slid her right hand
farther down, even as she lifted her knees up and back towards her
chest.

"Oh fuck!" she cried out, as her vibrating hand reached her clit. It
was almost too much pleasure, and she bit down hard on her lip to help
herself bear it. Her clit felt like a hard marble, pulsing angrily
beneath her fingers as she rolled it roughly with the tips of her
vibrating fingers. With her left hand she began fucking herself fast
and deep, her ass squirming on the bed. She was dimly aware of her
breath coming in short, ragged gasps as waves of pleasure built and
spilled over her, and then--without warning--she was cumming, feeling
her pussy spasming and pouring cream out and down the crack of her
behind. And again! Another climax followed, almost instantly. June was
sobbing but she could not stop herself. Her right hand moved rapidly
back and forth, her fingers a blur. There was a moment's hesitation,
like a diver poised before a leap, and then a third climax ripped
through her.

"Yeaaaaggghhhhhhhhhhh!" she bellowed, her ecstasy melting into
incoherence. Gasping, she somehow managed to pull her hand away to give
herself a moment's peace. She lay on the bed trembling, sweat beginning
to glisten on her heaving breasts. So much pleasure! She had never
imagined.

********

She must have slept, because when she became aware again it seemed like
an hour had passed. It was close to 11 now. June giggled as she
realized that the two vibrators were still buzzing insistently. She
turned off them off and swung her legs shakily out of bed, managing to
pad over to the master bathroom for a pee. She grinned at herself in
the mirror and splashed cold water on her face.

Feeling refreshed, she walked back into the bedroom, shedding her robe
as she went. Her body tingled, her nerve-endings on fire. She was ready
for even more wickedness, but now she was feeling truly naughty. She
pawed through the jumble of goodies on the bed, and found the item she
was after.

June had never experienced anal sex with any of her partners, not with
her two boyfriends in high school, nor the four in college (two
short-term flings and two pretty hot and heavy) or with her ex-husband.
Bill (her ex) had tried several times to coax her into trying it, once
sticking his finger uninvited into her ass, and then alternately
begging and demanding that she let him fuck her there. But she'd
rejected the idea in no uncertain terms. The idea of something as large
as a penis (and Bill's eight-incher certainly qualified as large in her
book) entering her tight ass just seemed absurd. Each time he'd tried,
her whole body had gone rigid, ending any amorous feelings for the
evening. At the time, Bill's obsession with screwing her anally had
seemed so infantile, and that period may have marked the beginning of
her realization that the two of them--despite having produced two
children--were fundamentally incompatible sexually.

Lately, though, June had begun exploring the idea of anal sex in her
online chats. One online acquaintance--a Denver woman named Sally,
given to particularly earthy language--had extolled the joys of anal
strap-on fucking, so much so that June had become intrigued. She'd
started playing with her ass while masturbating, and had come to like
the feeling of having a finger--or even two--pushed deep into her tight
musky hole.

She eyed the object in her hand, the butt plug. It was made of clear
silicone, and had a smooth tapered end and a wide flat base. In the
middle it swelled out, like a pear. Again, June felt a momentary qualm,
wondering how she would ever get this thing into her small hole. But
she remembered more of her conversation with Sally, how she had
counseled the liberal use of lubricant. June looked down on the bed and
spotted the tube of k-y jelly, "free with any purchase."

Feeling a bit silly, she walked over to her full-length mirror, bent
over, and looked at herself through her legs. She almost cracked up at
the sight that she saw: a red-faced woman staring at her ass
upside-down, her long brunette hair escaping from its tight bun to fall
to the floor in a tangle, her large breasts hanging down pendulously.
Oh well. Might as well get on with it, she thought. She grabbed hold of
her butt cheeks and spread them, revealing her crinkled, reddish-brown
hole. Was it just her imagination that it seemed even tighter than
usual? She stuck out a nail tentatively and scraped it carefully around
the center of her hole, probing at the tender bud. Pushing a bit, she
managed to ease past the tight outer rim into the softer pinkness of
the interior. Emboldened, she pulled her fingertip back out and coated
it with some of the k-y jelly, and this time it slid in easily. She
watched through her legs as her middle finger entered deeper into her
ass and, to her surprise, realized that she was actually enjoying the
sensation. For the first time, June realized that manipulating her ass
like this created sympathetic sensations in on the opposite side of her
perineum, and she felt herself beginning to get aroused. She glanced
down at the floor at the butt plug, though, and still felt skeptical
that her hole could stretch to accommodate it, at least without
damaging herself. What if she tore something? Pretty hard to explain at
the emergency room.

It occurred to her, though, that it was pretty pointless to have bought
all these toys if she wasn't going to be brave enough to try them. She
picked up the plug and began coating it liberally with the jelly. She
could feel it warming in her hands as she prepared it, and she got more
and more excited about the idea of having this thing inside of her. She
started feeling as if she could do this.

June got down on her knees, and looked back over her shoulder at the
mirror. She could see her target; her anus glistened wetly with the
jelly. She aimed the tip of the plug into the center of her hole and
began applying pressure.

"Unnnnghhh," she grunted, feeling a sharp twinge as the plug began
stretching her. She almost stopped, but, again, her conversation with
Sally surfaced in her mind. "You just push out, like you're takin' a
shit," Sally had said, and June snorted with laughter at the memory.
She concentrated, bearing down like she wanted to push the plug out
(which wasn't far from the truth) and suddenly she found the opposite
occurring: the plug was sliding farther into her tight ass. She groaned
deep in her throat and almost tried to pull it out, but suddenly she
got past the widest part of the plug, and the rest of it popped inside,
until the base was tucked up nice and tight against her hole. She put
her head down on the rug and stayed motionless for a minute, catching
her breath. She was coated with nervous sweat, but she had done it!

After a bit, she raised her head up and looked back over her shoulder.
She could see just the round base of the plug tucked up against her
anus, and she reached back and ran her fingernail around it, tracing it
on the rim of her ass. It felt amazing. Slowly, moving gingerly, she
raised herself up until she was standing in front of the mirror again.
She could feel the plug worming its way even deeper into her bowels.
The feeling was odd but not unpleasant, and she found that she could
move around even with the plug inside of her. She grinned at how she
looked in the mirror. God, she looked like a sexy slut now, having cum
all those times already and with her body now coated with a fresh sheen
of love sweat. Her nipples were hard and beet-red, and she had to admit
that, for a woman on the back end of thirty, she looked pretty hot. She
certainly felt sexy, sexier and more beautiful than she had at any time
since before she was married. She reached up and began rolling and
pinching her nipples. It felt exquisitely good to tug on them like
that, and then she got a truly wicked idea. She crossed over to the bed
and picked up the nipple clamps. Each one opened on a hinge and clamped
over the nipple, then there was a separate device that tightened them,
squeezing the nipple a little....or a lot.

June unclasped one and fit it over her right nipple, then snapped it
shut. She sucked in her breath tightly as it closed onto her nipple,
but it did not really hurt, just pinched a little. She quickly fastened
the other one, and then admired how she looked with the chain hanging
down. Smiling evilly, she gave the chain a little tug.

"Oooooh," she moaned involuntarily. Now THAT hurt a bit, but it still
left her with a bit of a tingle.

Moving stiffly, conscious of the plug squishing around in her tight
behind, June walked back over to the bed and grabbed the DVD, slipping
it into the player under her TV. She clicked it on, and while it was
loading she busied herself with some other toys. The ben-wa balls she
tucked inside her wet pussy, and was a little disappointed when she did
not really feel much effect at all. Oh well. She knew something that
would feel nice. She re-strapped the hand vibrator to the back of her
hand, switched it on, and began rubbing her slit. Suddenly, she began
shaking, as the ben-wa balls responded rather dramatically to the
vibrations. It felt like the two balls were fucking her from the inside
out and she couldn't believe how wonderful it felt. Voices from the
screen made her snap her head up and she began watching the movie.

The "plot" of the movie, if you could call it that, was laughably lame,
something involving a female executive and her new female intern. But
when the intern--rather predictably--messed up, the movie got decidedly
hot. The older woman insisted that the young girl meet her that evening
at her house, a house that was equipped with a full-fledged dungeon in
the basement. For the next hour, June watched in slack-jawed amazement
as the woman put the young girl through the kind of pleasurable
tortures that she had been dreaming about lately. First she stripped
the screaming girl naked and inserted a butt plug into her ass (oh yes!
June knew just how lovely that felt) and then tied her facedown on a
bench. Mercilessly, the executive (who remained dressed) flogged the
girl with a cat o' nine tails, until her ass was a bright shade of red.
As the girl lay there sobbing, the executive, who by this time was
sweating profusely, peeled off her own clothes and donned an
evil-looking strap-on, very similar to the one June had purchased.
Screaming at the girl to get up on her knees, she began fucking her
pussy relentlessly, all the while keeping the plug buried up the poor
girl's behind.

June lost track of how many times she came while watching this
salacious display. She seemed to almost be having one long orgasm, yet
each cum only acted to heighten her pleasure. She reached a point where
she only had to touch her clit briefly with her vibrating hand to bring
herself off, sometimes tugging on her nipple chain as she came. Her
pussy was drooling cream in a steady river that dribbled down her butt
crack and onto the sheets. She thought idly that she would have to make
sure and wash them before going to bed that night.

Suddenly, a sound intruded on her play. The doorbell was ringing. As
soon as she became conscious of it, she realized that it had been
ringing for a while. Who could it be, and why didn't they just go away?

June had a view of her front door from her window, and she cautiously
peeked outside. With a start, she saw that it was Betty. She looked
angry, and now she was pounding on the door. One look at her face
convinced June that she probably was not going to give up soon. In a
whirl, June began racing around. She grabbed the remote and froze the
DVD, registering on the fact that she had caught the action at a
particularly fine moment. The young girl's back was arched as the older
woman slammed the dildo into her, and her mouth was stretched open in a
portrait of ecstasy. Then June desperately dug her fingers into her
dripping pussy and extracted the ben-wa balls, even as she was hastily
unsnapping the hand vibrator. There was no time for the plug or the
nipple clamps; she'd just have to leave them. She snatched her robe off
the floor and shrugged it on, as she moved as quickly as she could down
the stairs (the plug hampered her progress quite a bit there).

The doorbell was chiming again as she flung it open breathlessly. Betty
took a step back, obviously surprised by her sudden appearance. She
paused and gave her a long look up and down. Then she opened the glass
outer door and pushed past June into the room.

"B-Betty! What a surprise!" June exclaimed.

"A surprise? I can see that," Betty snapped. "Did you forget that we
had a luncheon date for today?"

"Uh, today?" June said, stalling, and feeling incredibly stupid. She
often felt that way around Betty, who could be very intimidating,
especially when she was angry. She suddenly became very conscious of
the plug in her behind, which had begun a kind of throbbing pulse, and
the smell of her own sex, which seemed (at least to June) to be filling
the room. She could actually feel wetness dripping down her inner
thighs, and she knew she had to somehow escape from this uncomfortable
moment. "God, Betty, I thought that was tomorrow. I'm so sorry. I, uh,
I was just about to take a shower. It will just take me a minute to get
ready," she ended, lamely.

Betty's eyes blazed. "Fine," she said, and turned toward the kitchen.

June didn't wait for any more of the awkward conversation, but turned
and bounded up the carpeted stairs. When she got to her room she went
straight to her closet and hung up her robe. She was just about to turn
around when she heard something that made her freeze. It was Betty's
voice, coming from the doorway.

"Well, well, well," Betty said, "I can certainly see why you need a
shower."

June spun about anxiously, but it was clearly too late to do anything.
Every aspect of her depravity was on full display and she could only
stand there in mute shock, her face beginning to burn with shame, as
Betty's eyes traveled about the room taking in each detail, a sly smile
playing about her lips. Her eyes went first to the TV screen, gazing at
the image of the young girl being fucked hard by her boss. Then she
looked over at the jumble of toys on the bed, and strode purposefully
over to inspect them. June watched as she ran her hand appraisingly up
the length of the strap-on cock, and then she caught sight of something
else. She reached down and picked up the ben-wa balls by the thin
string by which they were attached, and June saw to her dismay that
they left a wet outline on the sheets as Betty brought them up to her
face. Her eyes locked on June's as she sniffed the balls in an
exaggerated way, and she held the gaze as she opened her mouth, sucking
in first one, then the other. Despite the waves of humiliation washing
over her, June could not help but be aroused by the wanton act, and she
suddenly felt as naked and exposed as she had ever been in her life.
She felt completely at Betty's mercy.

"Mmmmm," Betty sighed appreciatively. "So delicious, my dear." She
dropped the balls back into the pile of toys, and began moving slowly
around the corner of the bed, speaking as she advanced on June. She
involuntarily moved back, but there was nowhere to go. She was cornered
in front of the closet. "You know, June, I went to the movies with my
husband last night." It seemed such an odd non sequitur that June had
trouble focusing for a moment on what Betty was saying. "Do you know
what we saw? That new movie 'Kinsey.' I think you would like it. It's
all about how sometimes very ordinary people have these secret sex
lives that no one around them can even imagine." By this point, Betty
had come very close to June, and was now standing right in front of
her, looking down at her. "I think we all have our little secrets,
don't you think? For example, I'll bet you had no idea that your pretty
neighbor, Sue, comes over to my house twice a week. Do you want to know
why?" She leaned in close to June's face, smiling rather oddly at her.
She seemed to be waiting for an answer but June could only nod weakly.
"She comes over so that I can paddle her nice plump bottom and give her
a good....hard.....FUCK." Betty separated and emphasized these last
three words, and they acted like an evil spell on June. She felt her
pussy pulse with arousal, and made no move to resist as Betty took hold
of the chain attached to her nipple clamps. She tugged on the chain
with a steady pressure that stretched June's nipples out and down, and
she cried out even as the taller woman took hold of her hair roughly in
her other hand and brought her lips down bruisingly on June's open
mouth. For several searing moments they remained locked that way, as if
Betty wanted to complete her conquest of June's soul. But that battle
was already over, and the smaller woman felt like she was melting in
the redhead's arms. Finally Betty pulled away, the smile still on her
face. "I have to tell you, my pet, that I've had my eye on you for some
time. I suspected things about you, but I was never really sure. But
now," and her eyes swept toward the bed with an amused glance that
seemed pregnant with meaning, "I don't really have to wonder any more,
do I? Now, here's what I want you to do. Quick like a bunny, I want you
to hop up on that bed, face on the pillows, ass in the air. Think you
can manage that?" Again, June could only nod obediently. Then Betty
leaned down into her face and whispered with a voice like the October
wind. "Then....do it." And as June began moving toward the bed, Betty
pinwheeled her hand and brought it slapping down hard on the cheeks of
June's ass, making her leap forward even faster.

June buried her beet-red face in the pillows, her heart beating wildly.
Her mind spun dizzily with countless thoughts and images as she waited
for...she was not sure what. She could hear Betty rummaging around in
her drawers, and part of her was curious about what the woman was up
to, but she was afraid to peek, somehow sensing that this would not be
permitted. Instead, she let her mind relish the shockingly erotic image
of her neighbor Sue, perhaps lying naked on a bed in the same position
in which June now lay, sobbing into the pillow as Betty mercilessly
paddled her red butt cheeks. In this imagined scene, her neighbor's
large, melon-shaped breasts swayed with the force of each blow, but her
pussy also gaped wetly, readying itself for the "good...hard...FUCK"
that was about to come. The same one that June herself was about to
receive. As she reveled in these deliciously wicked thoughts, she was
only dimly aware that Betty was taking hold of her wrists. She felt
something tightening around them and started to turn her head but Betty
pushed her roughly back down. It was not until she walked around to the
side of the bed June faced that she saw what was happening. With her
left wrist already attached to something, June watched as Betty tied
the leg from one of her pantyhose snugly around her wrist. She then ran
the other leg through the hole next to the bedpost and pulled it taut,
stretching both of June's arms out straight. This made her head press
even further down into the pillow, and she was pinioned quite
helplessly. Her legs were left free.

Betty moved out of sight again, but she started talking again, her
voice sounding as natural as if they were having afternoon tea, not one
of them trussed up naked about to undergo who knew what debauchery.
"You've been a naughty girl, June. All this time, I thought you were
such a proper little darling, but you really are just a SLUT who needs
to be FUCKED, and you never gave me the slightest inkling. I really am
disappointed that you've been holding out on me." Suddenly, June gasped
as she felt Betty's fingers pushing into her wet slit.

"Oh god," she gasped, as she felt several of the fingers push up inside
of her.

"You ARE a slut, aren't you, June?"

"Y-yes."

Betty must have twisted her hand palm up, because June suddenly felt
her fingers curling inside of her pussy, massaging her g spot. "Yes,
what?" Betty purred.

"Yes, I am a slut," June managed to get out.

"Yes you are. And sluts like you need to be punished." Abruptly Betty
pulled her fingers free, and June could hear suckling sounds, as if she
was licking them clean. June could not imagine what was coming next,
but she was hoping that Betty would fuck her soon. She was desperate to
cum. Without meaning to, she found herself imagining what it would feel
like when Betty shoved the huge strap-on into her and, involuntarily,
felt her pussy give a little gush of pleasure. When, instead, Betty
brought her stiff-bristle hairbrush slapping down on her right butt
cheek, the shock only seemed to intensify the pain. June screamed in
agony.

"EeeeowwwwwwWWWWWWW!!!!"

Again, the brush came slapping down on her this time on her other
cheek.

"STOP!!!!"June screamed, but to no avail. A third time the evil brush
hit her and she screeched again.

"You know," Betty said calmly, "if you don't start counting and
thanking me for these, we are never going to get to ten."

June could scarcely take in what Betty was saying, preoccupied by the
searing pain as another blow struck her tortured ass.

"Th-three. Thank you, Mistress!" she managed to choke out.

"Tsk, tsk. No. That's wrong. That was one. Let's begin again, shall
we?"

Again the brush slapped onto her tender bottom, and June managed to
gasp out, "One. Ohhhhh, thank you, Mistress."

"Much better," Betty said, and continued. After four more hits, June
was quite sure that her ass was just going to catch on fire and melt
onto the bed. She cried and squirmed, trying desperately to escape the
punishing blows, and Betty had to pause to get her up on her knees
again, spanking her ass sharply with her bare hand when she didn't move
fast enough. "You're really just making this harder on yourself. The
sooner you learn that the better," she admonished sternly. June tried
to keep still, but when the sixth hit--the hardest yet--smacked onto
her right cheek again, she broke down, sobbing uncontrollably into the
pillow.

"Pl-please," she blubbered. "I'll do anything you want..."

"Yes, you will," Betty agreed. She considered continuing the
punishment, but she felt she had done enough. The reminder of the
beating would be effective enough, she decided. She looked down at the
broken woman, licking her lips, and began to remove her clothes. She
unbuttoned her white blouse slowly, savoring the moment, and stripped
it off, then unhooked and removed her bra. Her nipples were tingling,
hard and firm. She was very turned on, and ready to fuck now. She
walked around to where June could see her and leaned down to caress her
cheek. "Shhh," she cooed. "All better now." She leaned closer and
licked the salty tears off June's cheek, and the woman looked up at her
pleadingly. Then Betty kissed her wetly, and heard June groan
throatily. Betty stood up then and let June watch as she peeled off her
black slacks and then her French-cut panties. The latter stuck to her
rather moistly. Then Betty leaned across June's naked behind (feeling
the heat coming from her bruised cheeks she could not help but smile to
herself) and retrieved the strap-on. June's eyes widened as the redhead
attached the device to her crotch, fitting the harness around her butt
cheeks. It bobbed lewdly in front of June's face and Betty stroked it
obscenely with her fist, as if the cock was her own. Then she climbed
onto the bed behind the brunette, letting her fingers rub against her
hot bottom. For a moment she let them trace around the base of the butt
plug, still buried in June's behind, but then her fingers closed around
the dildo's shaft, guiding it up between June's wet pussy lips. She
heard June gasp as the head squeezed into her hole, and then she made a
lower, unidentifiable noise as the massive tool began pushing into her.

For June, the feeling was like nothing she had ever experienced. The
fake cock was truly opening her in a way that no one's cock ever had
and for a moment she thought she was going to pass out, the sensations
were so intense. Inch after inch, the monster wormed its way inside of
her, and she could feel perspiration beginning to break out all over
her body. She shuddered as she felt Betty suddenly place the bristle
brush face down on her sweating back, but she seemed to only be doing
it as a reminder. Then she felt Betty's hands gripping her sides,
gaining leverage as she worked down toward the end of the cock. She
paused before reaching that point, however, and June froze, wondering
what she had in mind. As she trembled under Betty, June felt her lower
herself on top of her, draping her naked body over her back. Her weight
came to bear on the brush, pressing it painfully into the small of
June's back, and then June felt Betty's hard nipples pressing into her
spine farther up. Then she heard her insistent voice hissing into her
ear.

"You do the last part, slut," she said. "Fuck yourself onto my
femcock." And then June's mouth shot open in a soundless cry as she
felt Betty's fingers take hold of her nipple chains and begin pulling
her back. There was a limit to her range of movement, because of the
pantyhose tied to her wrists, but June still had enough purchase to do
what Betty required, and she hastened to push back on the cock,
grunting as she jammed herself down roughly on the base. Then, using
the nipple chains like the reins on a horse, Betty guided her into a
nice fucking rhythm, and June began deliriously fucking herself on the
awesome dildo.

While she fucked, Betty got busy, hurriedly strapping on the hand
vibrator. June felt her buzzing hand brush against her nipple clamps,
then slide lower, and then the pleasuring hand was on top of her
clitoris. The effect was both instantaneous and intense, as June
abruptly orgasmed, then quickly came a second time. Her pussy clenched
and relaxed around the femcock, and she felt her cum juice gush around
the pole. She suddenly felt herself drifting away....

********

When June came to, she was completely disoriented. It took her a moment
to realize that Betty had tied her in a new position, spread-eagled on
her back. Part of her confusion, she quickly realized, is that filling
her entire field of view was Betty's open, moist pussy, descending onto
her mouth. And as her mouth opened to engulf this prize greedily and
willingly, June realized two things: that she was hopelessly,
passionately in love with this woman, and that she had completely lost
control.

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