A journey into lesbian submission

I had little miss housewife again this weekend.  I wanted to take her to ends of the spectrum, so I planned to mix some quite harsh treatment, and the sensual afternoon of relaxing pleasure.  

Apparently, one of her female friends had show some interest in the hints of what she was doing with me.  I discovered this as I delivered a beginner’s cain session with her.  When I asked if she wanted to fuck her friend, the resolving yes had me leaving the room with her bound to the bedpost as I retrieved her phone.  I had her call her friend while I continued, though it was a little lighter so she could carry on a conversation.  Before the phone was turned off, she had confessed what she was doing at that moment.  Her friend, asking for a picture, I decided to open a facetime session between both of them where the camera would show her, but exclude me.  I allowed my stocking covered leg to appear for a moment so her friend knew it was a women owning her ass.  

They agreed they wanted to engage in something together, although they are both more or less submissive.  I pointed out that because she was cheating on her husband, both with me, and purposing to do so with her friend, that she might want to consider brining in her husband.  I think they had been attracted to each other, so it looks like a night of intoxication, to which doubling up on a blowjob would ensure less risky behavior then him finding out and seeking out strangers on his own.

Either way, I wanted to make it harder for her to conceal her sluttiness, so I left her ass riddled with marks, and unless she’s not going to be undressed around him, her man is sure to see them.  ;)

On the sensual side, I wanted her to take in the more formal submissive setting.  I had her bring me drinks as I relaxed, then watched her change in and out of her sexier clothes until I found the outfit I liked best.  I then put her married tongue to work on my clit for a very long time.  

After hours of getting licked, a massage, enjoying a few drinks, and having her wash me in the bath, I had her clean the bathtub so I could watch as I got dressed.  I didn’t really care about the tub being clean, but watching her do chores naked is always a good time.  

Part way across.

The lightly lighted parking lot.

The Tall Redhead.

Stops.

Says …

“Shirt and bra off.”

“Yes, ma'am,” I say.

As I remove them …

Her Italian-looking creature.

Goes into her bag.

Takes out a pair.

Of chained clamps.

Hands them to the Tall Redhead.

Who puts them on my nipples.

We walk again.

To a black Beemer.

In the back of the lot.

The Tall Redhead says …

“Skirt off.”

“Yes, ma'am,” I say.

Drop it to the asphalt.

Step out of it.

I’m wearing heels only now.

Her Italian-looking creature.

Goes into her bag again.

Another pair of chained clamps.

Hands them over.

The Tall Redhead.

Clamps.

My pussy.

Then …

Her Italian-looking creature.

Opens the trunk.

The Tall Redhead says …

“You’ll be used for the weekend. Then returned.”

She looks me over.

Adds …

“Harshly used.”

“Yes, ma'am,” I say.

And climb into the trunk.

Just before it closes …

I say …

“I saw how you were talking to Rachel.”

“How?”

“You were flirting.”

“I was just … It was a party. I was just having fun.”

“You know who flirts?”

“No. I mean … who?”

“A woman who owns her own pussy.”

“Barbara, can we please …”

“Or a woman who thinks she does.”

“That’s your pussy.”

“Let’s go in. Get the collar.”

“Wait.”

“Why?”

“How are … how are you going to … oh god.”

“Discipline you?”

“Yes.”

“Shave it. Hurt it.”

“Oh no.”

“Spank it. Use clothes pins.”

“Oh my god.”

“And use a belt.”

“Dear god. Dear god.”

“Collar and heels all weekend.”

“The whole weekend?”