“Ohhhh, Mistress,” I gasped. I had never called her that before.
“Oh, yes, I am that. I am your liege, your lord, your lady, your master, your owner, and more, and don't you ever forget it,” Lynn grunted in my ear. Her eyes were shut in concentration as she approached climax. “Fuck me, you sleazy excuse for a slave.'
“What… do you like best?” I whispered. “What title?'
“Shut up, Jane, and get me off,” she commanded.
“Can I eat you?” I begged.
“Not right now.” Lynn was panting with need. “Inside deeper, and harder,” she gasped. “I wanna come so bad, all over you. I want you wet from my orgasms. Understand?'
“Mmmmmm, yes, ma'am, Dr. Jeffries. I love you, Dr. Jeffries,” I recited, stroking her slick, soft canal and the hard, throbbing organ to which I was truly enslaved.
“Yes, yes, yes, like that…” she coached me. Then she went still.
“Oh, Gods!” she screeched, bearing down into my hand with all her strength and all her weight. “Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Her little hips jerked and thrust as she climaxed, and I felt her wetness, which was already considerable, spread over my thighs.
“Oh, Lynn, baby,” I murmured, quite sure she wasn't listening. “Come hard, lover. Come really hard.'
She did so and made me feel every tremor through my clamped clitoris, which was enormously engorged in response to her passion and pleasure. I pushed up as she pushed down, and she screamed and squealed and moaned.
Finally Lynn collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath, and I caressed the back of her neck, which was wet with sweat. “Dear, sweet Dr. Jeffries,” I grinned up at her. “That's the title you like best, isn't it?'
She opened one eye. “Yes, I think so, and whenever I'm dominating you, that's what I want to hear. Remember that, if you want to come.'
“I want to come, Dr. Jeffries,” I said sincerely.
“We'll see.” She pushed up. “Go get me some ice water from the kitchen, slave, and don't you dare touch that clip.” She sat back down in her armchair and started undoing her stock so she could open her shirt. I quickly kissed her feet and ran to do as I was told.
When I returned, I brought her the water on my knees and waited with my head bowed. Lynn put the glass aside and beckoned me closer. “Spread your legs wide, slut.'
I was kneeling before her and between her boots now, and she reached between my legs and played with the clip.
“Oh, please, Dr. Jeffries, please touch me,” I whimpered as the spasms tore through my groin. I doubled up. “Oh, God, please.'
“I should make you do yourself,” she remarked, looking down at me.
“Please let me feel your leather,” I begged. “Please.'
Lynn reached between my legs again, caught the clip with her fingers and eased it off. “You know what happens now, of course. But only if I touch you.” She tossed the clip on the table and sat back, looking at me.
“What do you want me to do? I'll do anything,” I begged, desperate. I had been on the verge for what seemed like hours.
Lynn pulled me close and began to tease my nipples with her gloved fingers. I squirmed and wet myself even more as she tortured me ever so gently. She eased her tongue into my mouth and let me suck it. She did everything I wanted except to touch my clit, which felt hugely swollen.
Then she stroked, just once, and let go of me. The orgasm was like a shock wave and I collapsed on the floor at her feet. “Lick my boots while you come,” she demanded, and I slobbered all over them uncontrollably, smooth and slightly bitter to my tongue. I ground my hips against the floor and rolled back and forth as I gobbled her leather. I started to reach between my legs for more sensation, but she was quicker than I. She let me have a good swift kick to my bicep that felt like an electric shock and she warned me, “Don't you dare touch yourself. Get up!” As soon as I had struggled to my knees again, she stroked my clit once more and knocked me flat on my face to lick her boots again, and she did it to me again and again until I couldn't move, couldn't come, couldn't even breathe.
In those moments, she made me completely dependent on her touch, and made sure I knew that no matter how small she was, no matter how often she came to my room to be dominated herself, I was her property, and even my own clit didn't belong to me.
As I lay still on the carpet, blinking up at her, Lynn stood over me, rested her boot on my throat and said, “Never touch yourself without my permission, Jane. If I ever find out you've been masturbating, you won't come for a month. All of your orgasms belong to me. Is that clear?'
“Yes, Dr. Jeffries,” I told her, stroking her boot. “I belong to you. You're the boss.'
Her smile was benevolent. “Good girl.'
Chapter Sixteen
By Monday evening, Lynn returned the approved list of guests I could invite to meet her. To my surprise, all the people I had suggested were acceptable, but I guessed that was because I had cut it down myself. There were some people with whom Lynn just wouldn't be able to interact comfortably. She was just too high octane for the average person, period.
Her approval didn't mean I wasn't a nervous wreck about the whole situation. Just because Lynn was coming to meet my friends didn't mean it would be enjoyable. She was making a concession and wasn't at all certain it was safe or that these people were her intellectual equals. She was right about the latter. I had never met anyone who was. I had three computer experts, two social workers and a retired music teacher coming, and while they were all nice, normally intelligent people, I knew that in Lynn I had a genius by the tail.
So I warned my six friends, two couples and two singles, that Lynn was nervous and could be a bit of a snob and to try to just go with it, and we could dissect the whole thing later among ourselves. They were sweet about it, having all been closeted at some point in their lives, so that was that.
Saturday arrived, and in fact, Lynn had stayed over with me and we had had made love deliciously on Friday night and again Saturday morning. It seemed when she was there with me, all bets about dominance and submission were off. She seemed to prefer to do scenes in her house and just be lovers in mine. That was fine with me. It made for an easy transition into the afternoon's activities.
And Lynn was very gracious and welcoming, basically taking over and doing all the hosting, which was great as social graces are no strength of mine. My friends kind of gaped to find such an attractive creature sharing my space, running the show and being my lover. Out of respect for Lynn's privacy, I didn't tell any of them exactly what it was that brought us together.
Lacking a pool, I had some sprinklers and water cannon and we played stupid water games until Lynn called us to eat. I hadn't thought she would lower herself to play with us, and I was right.
Lynn served everyone's steak, burgers and chicken, and they were all perfect. Then she sat and amused us with stories of her travels or of teaching, listened to the others, cracked jokes or laughed at them where appropriate, and generally just charmed everyone. Finally, though, she excused herself and when I walked her to the door, she begged off seeing me until the next weekend because she had already given up so much time that she was behind in her various obligations.
“That's okay, Lynn. You spent a heck of a lot of time here, and Paprika was alone again. You do what you have to do. How about next Friday?'
Lynn nodded. “I need to check my calendar, but probably. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?'
“No problem, Mistress,” I whispered, and because we were still inside the closed front door, we kissed. “Mmmm, you were great. I think they're all very impressed,” I whispered in her ear.
“What matters to me is that you're impressed,” she growled. Then she pulled back. “I have to go, baby. I'll call.'
When I went back outside, they were all waiting.
“Jane, you are so lucky!” said Nancy. She was in and out of a new relationship every month.
