Mind Games

Continued from: First Time

[lezdom] [F/ff] [forced bi] [CNC]

A Sarah Jane story

Oh my goodness, Daddy! The whipping resumed, and I let out a tiny squeal as Mistress Andrea's lash struck my bare bottom once more. "Get back to work, little one!" she hissed, her voice stern but amused. 

I hastily returned my attention to Mandy's awaiting pussy, my nose nestling against her slickened asshole, as I began to lap at her tender folds with my tongue. 

The sensation was surreal, to say the least - I'd never gone down on a woman before, and the fact that I was being forced to do so, now made my mind reel with confusion and shame. But Mistress Andrea's encouragement (if you could call it that) kept me going. "Faster, deeper, slut! Make her cum!" she urged, interspersing her commands with occasional lashes of the whip. I winced with each strike, but my tongue kept moving, driven by a mix of fear and curiosity. 

As I worked Mandy's pussy, I couldn't help but think about how impossible this scenario would've seemed just a few months ago. Me, a suburban mom and wife, licking out another woman while being whipped by a Dominatrix? It was the stuff of fantasy novels, not real life. And yet, here I was, my tongue buried deep in Mandy's cunt, coaxing her toward climax. 

Mandy's breathing grew ragged, her hips bucking against my face as she began to beg Mistress Andrea for permission to orgasm. "Please, Ma'am...may I cum!?" she panted, her voice laced with desperation. 

I glanced up at Mistress Andrea, whose eyes gleamed with excitement. "Not yet, Mandy," she teased, her whip cracking down on my bare bum once more. "Sarah needs to convince me that she loves being a lezzie dyke." 

With a surge of determination, I redoubled my efforts, my tongue dancing across Mandy's clit as I continued to be whipped on the bum. Mandy's pleas grew more frantic, her body trembling with need as she begged again. "Please, Ma'am...please may I cum?" she whimpered, her hips jerking against my face. 

Mistress Andrea's response was immediate and direct. "Sarah Jane, place your tongue inside her asshole," she commanded, her voice firm and unyielding. "And use your fingers to manually masturbate her." 

I hesitated for only a moment and I was instantly whipped. Mistress held the crop poised above my bottom, waiting to deliver another stroke if I did not comply. With a deep breath, I carefully inserted my tongue into Mandy's bum hole, feeling the ring of muscle constrict around it. 

At the same time, I slipped two fingers into her pussy, finding her engorged clit with my thumb, and began to stroke it gently. 

Mandy's reaction was instantaneous. Her body began to shake and tremble, her asshole involuntarily clenching and releasing around my tongue in rhythmic pulses. I felt of rush of humiliation mixed with excitement as I realized I was about to experience something truly unique - the sensation of being gripped by Mandy's anus as she came. 

"Mistress, please..." Mandy screamed aloud, her voice partially muffled into the bedding. 

Mistress Andrea smiled, a cruel glint in her eye. "Very well, slut. You may cum for me." 

The dam burst and Mandy's orgasm flooded through her body. Her asshole contracted around my tongue, squeezing it tightly as her pussy pulsed against my fingers. I felt a wave of heat wash over me, mingling with humiliation and arousal in equal measure.

As Mandy's orgasm subsided, she thanked Mistress Andrea in a quivering voice, her body still trembling with aftershocks. With a gentle hand around her bicep, Mistress directed Mandy to stand in the corner and face the wall, her high heels clicking against the floor as she teetered precariously. 

Meanwhile, I found myself draped over Mistress Andrea's knee, my bottom lifted and ready for punishment. I was previously whipped and beaten into performing sexual acts on Mandy, Daddy! I didn't want to lick her pussy, but the whipping was relentless. Now, I was about to be punished for it. It was a complete mind-fuck...and I was loving it.

"You naughty little dyke slut," she scolded, her hand coming down in a series of sharp slaps. "What would your husband think if he saw you kissing and licking another woman's asshole?" 

Each spank stung, but I knew I deserved it. "I'm sorry, Ma'am," I wailed, my tears flowing freely. "I'm sorry for being such a slutty lesbian!" 

Mistress Andrea's spanking slowed, her hand pausing mid-air as she grabbed my hair with a jerking motion of amusement and disappointment. "You know why you're being punished, don't you, Sarah Jane?" she asked, her voice tinged with playful strictness. 

I sniffled, my nose running as I nodded vigorously. "Y-yes, Ma'am. Because I went down on Mandy, and kissed her asshole, and...and..." My words trailed off as Mistress Andrea's arm began to move again, spanking me with renewed vigor. 

"Oh, no, sweetie," she corrected, her tone gentle despite the firmness of her smacks. "It's not because of what you did. It's because you enjoyed it! You liked the way it felt, didn't you?" 

My face flushed crimson as I nodded again, unable to deny the truth. Yes, I had liked it. I had loved every humiliating, shameful moment of it. And that was the greatest sin of all - embracing my own desires, no matter how taboo they might be. 

The rest of the evening was a blur of ropes, restraints, and ravishing pleasures. Mandy and I were "encouraged" to embark on a journey of discovery, exploring each other's bodies with tongues, fingers, and eventually, a strap-on. 

As I look back on that night, I'm filled with gratitude towards Mistress Andrea, for pushing me beyond my comfort zone and for pushing me towards you, Daddy! You always know just what to say to make me feel safe and loved.

Now, if you'll excuse me everyone, I think I need to go ask "Mommy" for my weekly allowance. My favourite pacifier needs a good sucking, don't you think, Daddy? 

Sarah Jane 💟

Continued in: Alice: Through the Looking Glass