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More Saturday morning....
"Good morning my little Jilly. How was your run?"
"It was great, thank you for asking Mistress."
I say that with a giggle, because I'm 5'10" and you're like 5'6". I put breakfast down on your nightstand.
"Thank you; Jill, go into my closet, I have a present for you in there. Oh, Jill this is really good."
"I'm glad you like it Mistress"
Opening the closet, I see a little black dress hanging up.
"Oh my goodness, that's really pretty, thank you so much Mistress," saying that as I move toward you to give you a hug. You put your arm around me and kiss my cheek. Outside the bedroom door we both hear the children making their way downstairs. "They must have smelled the bacon," I think to myself.
"Jilly, why don't you go and check on them, and meet me in the shower in about 15 minutes. I must have made a face as you said that, because now I know your husband was inside you. Otherwise I would have been between your legs bringing you to your first orgasm of the day. I know it's very rare for him to bring you to orgasm. It sort of hurts my feelings and makes me jealous all at the same time. I find a t-shirt and put it on. I know my expression and maybe my tone of voice changed as I say, "Sure Mistress, I can do a little house keeping as well."
Making my way downstairs as a tear rolls down my cheek, I take a minute to wipe my eyes. I can't let the children see me crying. Wiping my eyes on my t-shirt, I get downstairs. The children are sitting in the living room watching TV.
"Jill, the breakfast is awesome," Junior says as he sees me in the kitchen - he's 11. I get the orange juice from the fridge and carry it with me into the living room.
"Jill, thank you for breakfast, it's really yummy."
"Thank you Julia," I say with a forced smile. Julia is 8. My living here has been explained to them pretty simply. Jill is here to help around the house and to be a special friend to their Mom. They know we both love each other and for them that's pretty much all they need to know.
"You know, when I was your age, I was not allowed to eat in my parents' living room."
"Lucky for us, Mom and Dad don't mind as long as we don't make a mess."
"What, you two making a mess, that never happens," I giggle as I say that, refilling their orange juice. I find it interesting that right now I am talking to them and pouring orange juice and in about twenty minutes I'll be on my knees, with their Mother pissing in my mouth. Hearing the water running up stairs, I know you have gotten into the shower. I hope you use up most of the hot water; you always take such hot showers. If they only knew, on second thoughts maybe it's better they don't. I find the Swiffer and use it to clean the hardwood floors in the kitchen and the living room. I do some picking up as I go. Looking up at the clock, I know it's time to get back upstairs.
"You two have a good morning, your Mom told me last night that Roxana will be here to watch you later this morning. She wants to show me around campus before classes start."
They don't reply but I am already climbing up the stairs; the jealousy and a little bit of anger are making me want to please you even more. I close and lock the bedroom door. I pull my top off, then my sports bra, then my shorts and finally your dirty panties, all sweaty from my run; silk is not the best fabric to run in on hot days, well really any days. Moving into the bathroom I say, "Hello Mistress."
"Mmmmm Jilly, get in here"
"Yes Mistress"
The bathroom is pretty steamy, and warm. I open the shower door and join you. The shower stall is not super big, just right for two, with just one showerhead. Moving to kiss you, "Hello there," I say as I kiss you, feeling your hand moving to cup my bottom. You kiss me back, our tongues dancing together. You whisper to me, "Jilly, last night was amazing, and tonight is our date night, the children are going to my parents' and my husband is leaving for his business trip early, so tonight we will have the house to ourselves and we are going to need it. When you got here you offered me something and tonight I am going to take it"
I'm pretty sure you're talking about my anal virginity; my first night with you I told you that nothing had ever been in my bottom and I offered it to you. You wanted to wait and make it special. It sounds like that will be tonight. That makes me very excited and very nervous. Your hand on my chin snaps me back to the here and now.
"Now Jilly, I have to punish you, I saw your expression and your tone changed with me. Yes, my husband made love to me this morning while you were running. That's part of the relationship, and you know that (you're squeezing my chin as you say this). I know it bothers you and it should. I also know it makes you more eager and I also like that. The bad news is you're going to have to take the crop when we get out of the shower, five strokes. Now get on your knees and beg for my pee."
Feeling your hand on my shoulders as you push me down, I go to my knees and look up to you.
"Mistress, please, please piss on me, please. I have been thinking about the taste of your piss all morning, I'm so thirsty for it, please let me drink it down."
"That's it Jilly"
Your hands are in my hair, guiding my mouth to just the right spot, the warm water is running down our bodies, I open my mouth, knowing it's about to happen.
"Are you ready, Jilly?"
Moaning into you, I feel you adjust your body and you sort of relax your body, as your golden urine starts to flow. This time is not like yesterday, yesterday you were drinking water all morning, today the taste is much more pungent. It surprises me, but I don't pull away. You also don't turn away or stop. You just let it flow, hard and fast into my mouth. It tastes very bitter. In my mind it tastes like two-week-old uncapped yellow Listerine. Having never tasted yellow Listerine, I can only guess. I breathe through my nose and try to drink all of your pee. Before too long your driving stream slows to a trickle. Once I'm sure you are finished, I start licking you clean.
"That's it Jilly, my 21 year old little piss whore, lick me clean, lick my piss up. Then use your tongue and fingers to make me cum on your face. You're such a little dirty piss slut; it's okay for you to like it."
Pulling my head back and looking up at you, "Yes, Mistress, I love drinking your piss, it was all I could think about on my run."
"Good little girl Jilly."
Bringing my mouth back to your slit and licking you up and down, my left hand moving up your leg, to your cunny, my tongue finds your clit, and twirls around it. One of my fingers moves inside your wet vagina, then a second slips inside you. I start moving them in and out of you, not too fast. Knowing that moving them too fast makes you think of your husband, always too eager to get off. My lips press down on your clit and I hear you moan, as I push my tongue onto it. I feel your hands in my hair, pushing my face into you, your hips working in time with my tongue and my fingers - pushing them into you deep, it's so easy because you are so wet.
"Jill, that's it, right there, don't stop, do not stop, it's going to happen. Oh, that's it you tart, you fucking tart, Momma deserves this."
Your hands push my face into you even more, with the water and the force of your hands it is difficult to breathe, but your whole body is shaking so I know you are enjoying this. I'm loving the fact that it's me who makes you cum, not your husband. Feeling your hands releasing my hair, knowing just how super sensitive your clit is right after you cum, I move away from it and slide my fingers out from inside you. Looking up at you, you move your hands to my cheeks and say, "My goodness my little Jilly, you make me cum like no other person can. Now it's time for my bottom to get some attention."
You turn around and now there is nothing to block the water from the showerhead as you bend over. I open your bottom with my hands and start kissing it. Taking my time with each cheek, then moving to your crack, I lick it up and down before focusing on your rosebud. Kissing at it as the water runs down it and into my mouth and down my chin, I push my tongue inside your ass; you mostly taste like soap but as I push my tongue deeper there is a tinge of something else. I know what that something else is, but I don't think about it. Right now bringing you to another orgasm is my only thought. My hands holding your bottom open, I feel you reach back with your left hand to push my face into you further.
"Come on Jilly, lick that asshole - lick it, lick it and love every bit of it. You piss drinking ass licking and loving tart. Get that tongue in there, get it in there good. That's it, you fucking dirty, dirty little girl!"
As you say that you push my face into your bottom even more, your hips moving in time with my tongue. Then you thrust back. That catches me off guard but with your hand pushing my face between your cheeks there is nowhere for me to go. I feel you shiver and arch your back as you cum for a second time in less than 15 minutes.
You stand up and help me up, I smile at you and you kiss my nose.
"That was wonderful Jilly, you have the most talented tongue"
I stand back as you wash the shampoo out of your hair.
"Jilly, finish up in here, and meet me back in the bedroom, brush your teeth but don't dry yourself off. When you get out, don't say a word to me, just lay across the bed, and make sure you spread your legs wide for me. I am not going to bind you but I will have to gag you, we can't let you scream too loud just now."
"Yes Mistress, I understand"
You step out of the shower, getting the shampoo and washing my hair, before I put the conditioner in my hair. Then I get the shaving gel and shave my legs, then my pits, and lastly my cunny, I am so wet, so excited but I know better than to pleasure myself, for one thing I know that after my cropping you will make me cum and you want me to associate pain with pleasure. To be honest, the crop scares me, you have only used it twice on me and the first time really didn't count. You gave me 3 really light taps, just so I sort of know how it would feel. The second time was a similar situation, I knew your husband had been with you and I just sort of got all quiet with you and well, you didn't like that. You gave me 5 really hard ones - that time I was bound. You also know that I enjoy an open handed spanking too much for it to be considered a punishment. The crop hurts far more than the ping-pong paddle. The other reason I don't pleasure myself is that in addition to all the nice clothes hanging in my closet there is a chastity belt, you have told me a few times if you ever catch me doing that, I will have to wear it for one week. It's a pretty scary looking thing made of stainless steel and leather. I have never tried it on for fear of it locking and me having to ask you to take it off. I finish with my hair, rinse my body off, and step out of the shower, going to the sink to brush my teeth. Thinking to myself "I guess she didn't want to taste her own ass on me."
Coming out of the bathroom I see you sitting in your chair in a light pink silk robe, you point to the bed and I see your dirty panties I wore on my run balled up on the bed - they are still soaked with my sweat and excitement. I pick them up and hand them to you. You ball them up and push them into my mouth.
"Jilly, now get on the bed, spread your legs as best you can, and do not move."
Doing as you told me I lay over the bed, you must have made it while I was in the shower. I hear you turning on a fan. A little white noise might be a good idea. I also might not hear it coming. My gosh, I can feel my juices running down my leg - why does this make me so excited? I feel your hand caressing my bottom now, soft and gentle, giving me goose bumps; I have learned from you that it also makes the area more sensitive. Then something cold - it makes me jump.
"Jilly, don't move, it's baby oil, it's going to make your bottom so nice and shiny, it will also make the crop sting a little more. Do not move!"
I hold still and brace for what's next, I don't hear the crop coming because of the fan; I do hear the slap well before I feel the sting. The sting is worse than I remember, much worse, right at the bottom of my bottom. Off in the distance I hear you say.
"That's one, good girl, Jilly, now don't you move"
Again I don't hear the whoosh of the crop, but this slap sounds louder than a gunshot. I have to fight with my body not to jump. This time you got me right at like the top of my bottom, right before the small of my back. I hold still - this one was even harder than the last, I don't know how that can be but it is. The sting is so bad, once when I was a kid I got stung by like 4 bees all at once on my left shoulder; I remember that hurting so bad that I never let another bee sting me ever. This is worse; I am going to have to get better at controlling my emotions.
"That's number two Jilly."
I hold still and just wait, but nothing comes, then I feel your body against my back, the cool of your robe, and the sort of mushiness of your 37 year old, having 2 children breasts. I moan, not really sure what's going on.
"That's it Jilly, its okay, you did so good not moving, I am not going to give you any more, you're such a brave little girl Jill. You have made me so proud, now I'm going to make you cum. While I'm doing this I want you to think about me taking your anal virginity later tonight. After we have lunch and I show you around campus I want us to pick out a new Feeldoe just for your bottom, now just relax and cum for your Mistress."
I feel your right hand slide down my spine, I notice you didn't put any of that gel on my bottom, I guess you stopping at two means I don't get it, as your hand makes it to my dripping cunny, I moan into my panty gag. I feel first one finger inside me then a second, moving in and out. After a few thrusts I feel a third, knowing you're going to get your whole hand inside me. I take a deep breath, smelling both my sex and your sex in the dirty panties in my mouth. It reminds me what you taste like after we have both gone down on each other. I feel your left hand on my left shoulder, right where the bees stung me when I was twelve. As you push me toward your hand I feel a fourth finger inside me. Then you turn your hand and your thumb slips inside me. I can feel your whole hand and part of your wrist inside me, then I can feel pressure on my cervix - more pain and pleasure. I am moaning and my hips are working with your hand. I can feel you slowly wiggling it and turning it inside me. It's not going to take much for me to be pushed over the edge. My hips are going wild now and my whole body goes tense. I can feel my vaginal muscles, so tight on your hand that for a few seconds you can't really move it as I moan into the panty gag.
"Mistress!"
Then the wave hits me, and almost knocks me out. I feel myself cumming and shaking, and shivering. I might have passed out, because when I open my eyes, you have rolled me over on my back and are holding me and the panty gag is no longer in my mouth.
"Welcome back Jilly."
"My gosh Mistress, how long was I out, that was so intense that for a few seconds, my bottom, I couldn't feel it. Mistress, that was amazing, thank you so much for giving me that."
"Sweetheart, you were not out for that long, and I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now I need you to lick my hand clean, because we have to get going."
Opening my mouth, I start licking your hand; first your thumb then each finger, taking my time and really cleaning your fingers as best I can. Once you think it's clean you slide off the bed and go into the bathroom. I get up myself and follow you. I have to pee, as I enter the bathroom and you tell me to turn around, I do as you ask me, so you can check out your work.
"Mmmm, Jilly, such a nice shade of red, when I take your bottom tonight it will be a pretty shade of pink. I don't want it to dry out and scab over; now Jilly bend over, this might sting a little bit."
I do as you tell me and I bite my lip. I see you take the triple antibiotic from the vanity. Then I feel its cold sort of bite as you rub it in. At first the pressure on my bottom makes it sting. I think to myself I wish she had waited until after I peed. Well, too late for that. Once you're done, I stand up straight.
"Mistress, may I pee?"
"Oh Jilly, why didn't you tell me? I would have done this after."
"Its okay Mistress, I think I can reach them - I'll do some touch up if I need it after."
I wince as I sit on the toilet. It stings so bad I wonder how it will feel on the hot leather seats of your car. My guess is you're not going to let me use the seat cooler. I'm still getting used to you watching me in the bathroom, the first time I had to do something other than pee it took you calling me out. You told me that everyone poops and if I held it too much longer I might make myself sick. I relented and you followed me into the bathroom - that might have been the most embarrassed I have ever been in my life. I feel you looking at me as I start to pee, my face a light shade of pink. You finish washing your hands and walk out before I finish; I wipe myself and flush.
"Jilly, I laid out your clothes for today, go ahead and get dressed and dry your hair."
On the bed I see a bright pair of pink silk panties, you always buy them a size too small, you have never said why. I wear a 4 or a medium depending on where I get them. You always get me a size 2 or a small. I think you just want me to remember who I belong to. I slip them on and pull them up, feeling the sting and the triple antibiotic sort of makes them stick in that spot. Looking at the white nylon shorts I know these are going to show through. Embarrassment is a major turn on for me and you making me wear bright pink panties under white Adidas shorts is a good way to do that. I put on my bra, 34B so not much of a bra. Then my top - it's a college t-shirt so its royal blue. I dry my hair and put it in a pony. While I was dressing you went downstairs - I can hear you talking to the sitter. Then you call up to me.
"Jill, come on sweetheart, we need to get going."
"Coming"
I find my flip-flops and meet you downstairs.
More Saturday morning....
"Good morning my little Jilly. How was your run?"
"It was great, thank you for asking Mistress."
I say that with a giggle, because I'm 5'10" and you're like 5'6". I put breakfast down on your nightstand.
"Thank you; Jill, go into my closet, I have a present for you in there. Oh, Jill this is really good."
"I'm glad you like it Mistress"
Opening the closet, I see a little black dress hanging up.
"Oh my goodness, that's really pretty, thank you so much Mistress," saying that as I move toward you to give you a hug. You put your arm around me and kiss my cheek. Outside the bedroom door we both hear the children making their way downstairs. "They must have smelled the bacon," I think to myself.
"Jilly, why don't you go and check on them, and meet me in the shower in about 15 minutes. I must have made a face as you said that, because now I know your husband was inside you. Otherwise I would have been between your legs bringing you to your first orgasm of the day. I know it's very rare for him to bring you to orgasm. It sort of hurts my feelings and makes me jealous all at the same time. I find a t-shirt and put it on. I know my expression and maybe my tone of voice changed as I say, "Sure Mistress, I can do a little house keeping as well."
Making my way downstairs as a tear rolls down my cheek, I take a minute to wipe my eyes. I can't let the children see me crying. Wiping my eyes on my t-shirt, I get downstairs. The children are sitting in the living room watching TV.
"Jill, the breakfast is awesome," Junior says as he sees me in the kitchen - he's 11. I get the orange juice from the fridge and carry it with me into the living room.
"Jill, thank you for breakfast, it's really yummy."
"Thank you Julia," I say with a forced smile. Julia is 8. My living here has been explained to them pretty simply. Jill is here to help around the house and to be a special friend to their Mom. They know we both love each other and for them that's pretty much all they need to know.
"You know, when I was your age, I was not allowed to eat in my parents' living room."
"Lucky for us, Mom and Dad don't mind as long as we don't make a mess."
"What, you two making a mess, that never happens," I giggle as I say that, refilling their orange juice. I find it interesting that right now I am talking to them and pouring orange juice and in about twenty minutes I'll be on my knees, with their Mother pissing in my mouth. Hearing the water running up stairs, I know you have gotten into the shower. I hope you use up most of the hot water; you always take such hot showers. If they only knew, on second thoughts maybe it's better they don't. I find the Swiffer and use it to clean the hardwood floors in the kitchen and the living room. I do some picking up as I go. Looking up at the clock, I know it's time to get back upstairs.
"You two have a good morning, your Mom told me last night that Roxana will be here to watch you later this morning. She wants to show me around campus before classes start."
They don't reply but I am already climbing up the stairs; the jealousy and a little bit of anger are making me want to please you even more. I close and lock the bedroom door. I pull my top off, then my sports bra, then my shorts and finally your dirty panties, all sweaty from my run; silk is not the best fabric to run in on hot days, well really any days. Moving into the bathroom I say, "Hello Mistress."
"Mmmmm Jilly, get in here"
"Yes Mistress"
The bathroom is pretty steamy, and warm. I open the shower door and join you. The shower stall is not super big, just right for two, with just one showerhead. Moving to kiss you, "Hello there," I say as I kiss you, feeling your hand moving to cup my bottom. You kiss me back, our tongues dancing together. You whisper to me, "Jilly, last night was amazing, and tonight is our date night, the children are going to my parents' and my husband is leaving for his business trip early, so tonight we will have the house to ourselves and we are going to need it. When you got here you offered me something and tonight I am going to take it"
I'm pretty sure you're talking about my anal virginity; my first night with you I told you that nothing had ever been in my bottom and I offered it to you. You wanted to wait and make it special. It sounds like that will be tonight. That makes me very excited and very nervous. Your hand on my chin snaps me back to the here and now.
"Now Jilly, I have to punish you, I saw your expression and your tone changed with me. Yes, my husband made love to me this morning while you were running. That's part of the relationship, and you know that (you're squeezing my chin as you say this). I know it bothers you and it should. I also know it makes you more eager and I also like that. The bad news is you're going to have to take the crop when we get out of the shower, five strokes. Now get on your knees and beg for my pee."
Feeling your hand on my shoulders as you push me down, I go to my knees and look up to you.
"Mistress, please, please piss on me, please. I have been thinking about the taste of your piss all morning, I'm so thirsty for it, please let me drink it down."
"That's it Jilly"
Your hands are in my hair, guiding my mouth to just the right spot, the warm water is running down our bodies, I open my mouth, knowing it's about to happen.
"Are you ready, Jilly?"
Moaning into you, I feel you adjust your body and you sort of relax your body, as your golden urine starts to flow. This time is not like yesterday, yesterday you were drinking water all morning, today the taste is much more pungent. It surprises me, but I don't pull away. You also don't turn away or stop. You just let it flow, hard and fast into my mouth. It tastes very bitter. In my mind it tastes like two-week-old uncapped yellow Listerine. Having never tasted yellow Listerine, I can only guess. I breathe through my nose and try to drink all of your pee. Before too long your driving stream slows to a trickle. Once I'm sure you are finished, I start licking you clean.
"That's it Jilly, my 21 year old little piss whore, lick me clean, lick my piss up. Then use your tongue and fingers to make me cum on your face. You're such a little dirty piss slut; it's okay for you to like it."
Pulling my head back and looking up at you, "Yes, Mistress, I love drinking your piss, it was all I could think about on my run."
"Good little girl Jilly."
Bringing my mouth back to your slit and licking you up and down, my left hand moving up your leg, to your cunny, my tongue finds your clit, and twirls around it. One of my fingers moves inside your wet vagina, then a second slips inside you. I start moving them in and out of you, not too fast. Knowing that moving them too fast makes you think of your husband, always too eager to get off. My lips press down on your clit and I hear you moan, as I push my tongue onto it. I feel your hands in my hair, pushing my face into you, your hips working in time with my tongue and my fingers - pushing them into you deep, it's so easy because you are so wet.
"Jill, that's it, right there, don't stop, do not stop, it's going to happen. Oh, that's it you tart, you fucking tart, Momma deserves this."
Your hands push my face into you even more, with the water and the force of your hands it is difficult to breathe, but your whole body is shaking so I know you are enjoying this. I'm loving the fact that it's me who makes you cum, not your husband. Feeling your hands releasing my hair, knowing just how super sensitive your clit is right after you cum, I move away from it and slide my fingers out from inside you. Looking up at you, you move your hands to my cheeks and say, "My goodness my little Jilly, you make me cum like no other person can. Now it's time for my bottom to get some attention."
You turn around and now there is nothing to block the water from the showerhead as you bend over. I open your bottom with my hands and start kissing it. Taking my time with each cheek, then moving to your crack, I lick it up and down before focusing on your rosebud. Kissing at it as the water runs down it and into my mouth and down my chin, I push my tongue inside your ass; you mostly taste like soap but as I push my tongue deeper there is a tinge of something else. I know what that something else is, but I don't think about it. Right now bringing you to another orgasm is my only thought. My hands holding your bottom open, I feel you reach back with your left hand to push my face into you further.
"Come on Jilly, lick that asshole - lick it, lick it and love every bit of it. You piss drinking ass licking and loving tart. Get that tongue in there, get it in there good. That's it, you fucking dirty, dirty little girl!"
As you say that you push my face into your bottom even more, your hips moving in time with my tongue. Then you thrust back. That catches me off guard but with your hand pushing my face between your cheeks there is nowhere for me to go. I feel you shiver and arch your back as you cum for a second time in less than 15 minutes.
You stand up and help me up, I smile at you and you kiss my nose.
"That was wonderful Jilly, you have the most talented tongue"
I stand back as you wash the shampoo out of your hair.
"Jilly, finish up in here, and meet me back in the bedroom, brush your teeth but don't dry yourself off. When you get out, don't say a word to me, just lay across the bed, and make sure you spread your legs wide for me. I am not going to bind you but I will have to gag you, we can't let you scream too loud just now."
"Yes Mistress, I understand"
You step out of the shower, getting the shampoo and washing my hair, before I put the conditioner in my hair. Then I get the shaving gel and shave my legs, then my pits, and lastly my cunny, I am so wet, so excited but I know better than to pleasure myself, for one thing I know that after my cropping you will make me cum and you want me to associate pain with pleasure. To be honest, the crop scares me, you have only used it twice on me and the first time really didn't count. You gave me 3 really light taps, just so I sort of know how it would feel. The second time was a similar situation, I knew your husband had been with you and I just sort of got all quiet with you and well, you didn't like that. You gave me 5 really hard ones - that time I was bound. You also know that I enjoy an open handed spanking too much for it to be considered a punishment. The crop hurts far more than the ping-pong paddle. The other reason I don't pleasure myself is that in addition to all the nice clothes hanging in my closet there is a chastity belt, you have told me a few times if you ever catch me doing that, I will have to wear it for one week. It's a pretty scary looking thing made of stainless steel and leather. I have never tried it on for fear of it locking and me having to ask you to take it off. I finish with my hair, rinse my body off, and step out of the shower, going to the sink to brush my teeth. Thinking to myself "I guess she didn't want to taste her own ass on me."
Coming out of the bathroom I see you sitting in your chair in a light pink silk robe, you point to the bed and I see your dirty panties I wore on my run balled up on the bed - they are still soaked with my sweat and excitement. I pick them up and hand them to you. You ball them up and push them into my mouth.
"Jilly, now get on the bed, spread your legs as best you can, and do not move."
Doing as you told me I lay over the bed, you must have made it while I was in the shower. I hear you turning on a fan. A little white noise might be a good idea. I also might not hear it coming. My gosh, I can feel my juices running down my leg - why does this make me so excited? I feel your hand caressing my bottom now, soft and gentle, giving me goose bumps; I have learned from you that it also makes the area more sensitive. Then something cold - it makes me jump.
"Jilly, don't move, it's baby oil, it's going to make your bottom so nice and shiny, it will also make the crop sting a little more. Do not move!"
I hold still and brace for what's next, I don't hear the crop coming because of the fan; I do hear the slap well before I feel the sting. The sting is worse than I remember, much worse, right at the bottom of my bottom. Off in the distance I hear you say.
"That's one, good girl, Jilly, now don't you move"
Again I don't hear the whoosh of the crop, but this slap sounds louder than a gunshot. I have to fight with my body not to jump. This time you got me right at like the top of my bottom, right before the small of my back. I hold still - this one was even harder than the last, I don't know how that can be but it is. The sting is so bad, once when I was a kid I got stung by like 4 bees all at once on my left shoulder; I remember that hurting so bad that I never let another bee sting me ever. This is worse; I am going to have to get better at controlling my emotions.
"That's number two Jilly."
I hold still and just wait, but nothing comes, then I feel your body against my back, the cool of your robe, and the sort of mushiness of your 37 year old, having 2 children breasts. I moan, not really sure what's going on.
"That's it Jilly, its okay, you did so good not moving, I am not going to give you any more, you're such a brave little girl Jill. You have made me so proud, now I'm going to make you cum. While I'm doing this I want you to think about me taking your anal virginity later tonight. After we have lunch and I show you around campus I want us to pick out a new Feeldoe just for your bottom, now just relax and cum for your Mistress."
I feel your right hand slide down my spine, I notice you didn't put any of that gel on my bottom, I guess you stopping at two means I don't get it, as your hand makes it to my dripping cunny, I moan into my panty gag. I feel first one finger inside me then a second, moving in and out. After a few thrusts I feel a third, knowing you're going to get your whole hand inside me. I take a deep breath, smelling both my sex and your sex in the dirty panties in my mouth. It reminds me what you taste like after we have both gone down on each other. I feel your left hand on my left shoulder, right where the bees stung me when I was twelve. As you push me toward your hand I feel a fourth finger inside me. Then you turn your hand and your thumb slips inside me. I can feel your whole hand and part of your wrist inside me, then I can feel pressure on my cervix - more pain and pleasure. I am moaning and my hips are working with your hand. I can feel you slowly wiggling it and turning it inside me. It's not going to take much for me to be pushed over the edge. My hips are going wild now and my whole body goes tense. I can feel my vaginal muscles, so tight on your hand that for a few seconds you can't really move it as I moan into the panty gag.
"Mistress!"
Then the wave hits me, and almost knocks me out. I feel myself cumming and shaking, and shivering. I might have passed out, because when I open my eyes, you have rolled me over on my back and are holding me and the panty gag is no longer in my mouth.
"Welcome back Jilly."
"My gosh Mistress, how long was I out, that was so intense that for a few seconds, my bottom, I couldn't feel it. Mistress, that was amazing, thank you so much for giving me that."
"Sweetheart, you were not out for that long, and I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now I need you to lick my hand clean, because we have to get going."
Opening my mouth, I start licking your hand; first your thumb then each finger, taking my time and really cleaning your fingers as best I can. Once you think it's clean you slide off the bed and go into the bathroom. I get up myself and follow you. I have to pee, as I enter the bathroom and you tell me to turn around, I do as you ask me, so you can check out your work.
"Mmmm, Jilly, such a nice shade of red, when I take your bottom tonight it will be a pretty shade of pink. I don't want it to dry out and scab over; now Jilly bend over, this might sting a little bit."
I do as you tell me and I bite my lip. I see you take the triple antibiotic from the vanity. Then I feel its cold sort of bite as you rub it in. At first the pressure on my bottom makes it sting. I think to myself I wish she had waited until after I peed. Well, too late for that. Once you're done, I stand up straight.
"Mistress, may I pee?"
"Oh Jilly, why didn't you tell me? I would have done this after."
"Its okay Mistress, I think I can reach them - I'll do some touch up if I need it after."
I wince as I sit on the toilet. It stings so bad I wonder how it will feel on the hot leather seats of your car. My guess is you're not going to let me use the seat cooler. I'm still getting used to you watching me in the bathroom, the first time I had to do something other than pee it took you calling me out. You told me that everyone poops and if I held it too much longer I might make myself sick. I relented and you followed me into the bathroom - that might have been the most embarrassed I have ever been in my life. I feel you looking at me as I start to pee, my face a light shade of pink. You finish washing your hands and walk out before I finish; I wipe myself and flush.
"Jilly, I laid out your clothes for today, go ahead and get dressed and dry your hair."
On the bed I see a bright pair of pink silk panties, you always buy them a size too small, you have never said why. I wear a 4 or a medium depending on where I get them. You always get me a size 2 or a small. I think you just want me to remember who I belong to. I slip them on and pull them up, feeling the sting and the triple antibiotic sort of makes them stick in that spot. Looking at the white nylon shorts I know these are going to show through. Embarrassment is a major turn on for me and you making me wear bright pink panties under white Adidas shorts is a good way to do that. I put on my bra, 34B so not much of a bra. Then my top - it's a college t-shirt so its royal blue. I dry my hair and put it in a pony. While I was dressing you went downstairs - I can hear you talking to the sitter. Then you call up to me.
"Jill, come on sweetheart, we need to get going."
"Coming"
I find my flip-flops and meet you downstairs.
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The Flip Side of The Female Equation
Wow! Okay, um, back to the original discussion here married women missing or fantasizing about sex with other women.
My two cents: Oh, for those women who are missing a women's touch, softness and smell...I totally agree! It's hard to compensate, or even compare, once you have had an intimate sexual experience with another woman. Superior in so many ways. However, and I just want to remind those who are married to men, Men who are simple, simple creatures, Men who are fairly predictable, Men who are certainly easy to please, (-suck their dick every day, cook once in a while, they are basically satisfied-this seems to be universal, in my experience), of what the other side of the grass is.
The Grass (sex) may be greener in some spots, true, but since sex usually entails a relationship with a woman, it's anything but smooth green turf. It sometimes feel like, at least for me anyway, well, more like being stuck in swamp!
Unless you're in love (and even then), the emotional intimacy between women can be, well, daunting? Overwhelming? Claustrophobic? In any case, relationships with women require a lot of effort, the kind of effort, which, if you used to being in relationships with men, you are used to being on receiving end of...not the other way around. Big, big adjustment there.
With men, whenever I could sense that I was just about to cross a line, or that they might be on the edge of losing patience with my usual bullshit (constant demands, bombastic opinions and an endless stream of mindless chatter, to name but a few, and this would be me on a good day, okay?), I just gave them a blow-job, et voila! Problem solved. Whatever doubts, swallowed right up! I found this method of absolution to be so consistently effective, I began to rely on my oral sex skills as a substitute for dealing with whatever was wrong in the relationship.
In my relationship bag-of-tricks, giving great head, as a means of avoidance (problems, intimacy, emotional maturity, take your pick), was critical to maintaining happiness for all parties concerned. Unfortunately, this capability has absolutely zero carry-over value when it comes to the murky grey waters of relationships with women, leaving me at quite a loss.
It is with this loss in mind that I direct my lamentation to those married women who miss having sex with women. Yes, it is fantastic, but men are so much easier to maintain...
Wow! Okay, um, back to the original discussion here married women missing or fantasizing about sex with other women.
My two cents: Oh, for those women who are missing a women's touch, softness and smell...I totally agree! It's hard to compensate, or even compare, once you have had an intimate sexual experience with another woman. Superior in so many ways. However, and I just want to remind those who are married to men, Men who are simple, simple creatures, Men who are fairly predictable, Men who are certainly easy to please, (-suck their dick every day, cook once in a while, they are basically satisfied-this seems to be universal, in my experience), of what the other side of the grass is.
The Grass (sex) may be greener in some spots, true, but since sex usually entails a relationship with a woman, it's anything but smooth green turf. It sometimes feel like, at least for me anyway, well, more like being stuck in swamp!
Unless you're in love (and even then), the emotional intimacy between women can be, well, daunting? Overwhelming? Claustrophobic? In any case, relationships with women require a lot of effort, the kind of effort, which, if you used to being in relationships with men, you are used to being on receiving end of...not the other way around. Big, big adjustment there.
With men, whenever I could sense that I was just about to cross a line, or that they might be on the edge of losing patience with my usual bullshit (constant demands, bombastic opinions and an endless stream of mindless chatter, to name but a few, and this would be me on a good day, okay?), I just gave them a blow-job, et voila! Problem solved. Whatever doubts, swallowed right up! I found this method of absolution to be so consistently effective, I began to rely on my oral sex skills as a substitute for dealing with whatever was wrong in the relationship.
In my relationship bag-of-tricks, giving great head, as a means of avoidance (problems, intimacy, emotional maturity, take your pick), was critical to maintaining happiness for all parties concerned. Unfortunately, this capability has absolutely zero carry-over value when it comes to the murky grey waters of relationships with women, leaving me at quite a loss.
It is with this loss in mind that I direct my lamentation to those married women who miss having sex with women. Yes, it is fantastic, but men are so much easier to maintain...
lickmypussy71
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I'm married, yet constantly fantasise about being with women. I go to a lot of gay clubs as my best friend is gay..the only thing that has stopped me is in case it isn't what I'm expecting x
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You will never know until you try.
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mmmmm
I would love to show you how tender sex between two girls can be, you can't beat the softer touch, hope you fine a girl to take your cherry xxSuexx
lickmypussy71
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I know and I think about it all the time....its just the thought of it does so much to me, the sensuality of it
lickmypussy71
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Thanks Susanne. I hope so too x
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Goodness. I would love to meet a young woman like sue. 
so kind.
so kind.southern_gal
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I could fill lots of books with my fantasies of being with a woman but my real life experiences wouldn't fill the dust jacket of a book. Maybe someday that will change.
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I was just thinking about books
hello everyone
hello everyone
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Thinking about books.......I used to have so many books but since the e reader came out I haven't bought very many of them. My kindle is full of them now. Lit needs more good stories too. I have read so many but lately not really anything to make me pause reading and do something else.
why_not_jill
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speaking of stories
I love a good story
I love a good story
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The best stories have a........
happy ending. Everyone loves a story to cum out with a happy ending don't they?
happy ending. Everyone loves a story to cum out with a happy ending don't they?
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Up until a few months ago I was firmly in the "married woman who fantasizes about being with another woman" category. Then a lovely young woman entered our life. She was attracted to my husband and he to her. And well turns out she and I were also attracted to each other as well! I never thought I would find a woman I would fall in love with but I have and am thrilled that my husband loves her too!
She is now living with us and we are fully enjoying our new 'couple/trio' state!
I adore being with her, as she is so soft and lush.
She is now living with us and we are fully enjoying our new 'couple/trio' state!
I adore being with her, as she is so soft and lush.
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Up until a few months ago I was firmly in the "married woman who fantasizes about being with another woman" category. Then a lovely young woman entered our life. She was attracted to my husband and he to her. And well turns out she and I were also attracted to each other as well! I never thought I would find a woman I would fall in love with but I have and am thrilled that my husband loves her too!
She is now living with us and we are fully enjoying our new 'couple/trio' state!
I adore being with her, as she is so soft and lush.
You have no idea how lucky you are. So hard to find that. Congrats!
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Oh hun, believe me! I know how lucky I am! I thank the universe every day!
I never thought my fantasies would become reality, I had relegated my desires to only ever being played out in my head or here online. But I am so happy to have a woman in my life that I adore and that adores me back. (Not only that but she encourages my enjoyment of playing online as well. She's a great gal!
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Oh hun, believe me! I know how lucky I am! I thank the universe every day!
I never thought my fantasies would become reality, I had relegated my desires to only ever being played out in my head or here online. But I am so happy to have a woman in my life that I adore and that adores me back. (Not only that but she encourages my enjoyment of playing online as well. She's a great gal!
Lol. Room for one more? Lol if only
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Hmmm, It's kind of like Pringles, once you pop you can't stop!!! I'm not sure my husband could handle another of us, but I'd be lying if I said the idea of another woman doesn't turn me on!
Our girl and I are more like Sister Wives with occasional bi-benefits. We truly do enjoy each others company, but WE don't have as many one on one times as I would like. So I cherish each time.
But some days I wish it was a little more. Damn putting that in writing makes me feel shallow.
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Oh hun, believe me! I know how lucky I am! I thank the universe every day!
I never thought my fantasies would become reality, I had relegated my desires to only ever being played out in my head or here online. But I am so happy to have a woman in my life that I adore and that adores me back. (Not only that but she encourages my enjoyment of playing online as well. She's a great gal!
Well there goes my chances of anything like that ever happening to me. There is no way that something like that happens to two people in one lifetime. Rats.
(jealous)
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lol, Never give up on the dream babe!Well there goes my chances of anything like that ever happening to me. There is no way that something like that happens to two people in one lifetime. Rats.
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lol, Never give up on the dream babe!
Says the woman that has it all. Can't accuse you of not sharing tho.......cause you are. A girl can dream tho. Just re read this and I sure hope it doesn't sound snarky. It's meant as a compliment by at this hour I might even misspell my name.
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Oh dear I certainly didn't mean to come off as brag-gy!!! I truly did mean it though, you never know what... or WHO will show up when you least expect it. I certainly never saw this coming!
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I truly did mean it though, you never know what... or WHO will show up when you least expect it. I certainly never saw this coming!
I didn't take it as bragging and really, reading things like that is the biggest reason I am here. I live one life that the world sees and another that few outside of my husband sees. I like hearing about people that live like they want to and enjoy so many things that for the life of me, I simply cannot do. I spend most of my time worrying more about what others think of me than what I do.
It's so refreshing to read real life experiences from others that have done or are doing something that maybe (that's a BIG word for me) I might do someday.
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I'm glad it didn't come off that way!! I know exactly how you feel and to some degree we are still living a double life as well. Partly due to my husband's job, his employer would be less than fully understanding of the lifestyle we are choosing to live. Partly due to family reactions as well.
I wish you all the pleasures you desire to come true one day for you! In the meantime enjoy places like this and live your fantasies online as often as you can!
