She Took Me in Hand: 3 Lesbian Dominant/Submissive BDSM Romances Read online

  “What a great way to increase your breast size” she teased. “But we don’t want you to be lopsided.”

  She scooped out another spoonful of hot fondue and brought it to my other breast. I shivered with fear and braced for the burn. She slapped it hard onto my breast and I cried out again, wishing I had the strength to resist.

  “Are you hungry?” she asked ominously.

  “No.”

  “Nonsense, you look hungry to me.”

  AN ABUSIVE PENANCE

  She forced me to my feet, walked me three steps over to the hors devours table and bent me over it roughly. She surprised me by feeling my ass through my skirt probingly. Then she grabbed the skirt and pulled it down over my ankles, before hooking her finger through the waistline of my panties.

  “What you said about me was painful and humiliating. Now it is your turn.”

  She pulled the elastic on my panties and let them snap back before walking around the table and picking up the large wooden serving spoon. Walking back around behind me she whispered, “You were wrong. I have never touched your husband and never will. You see, the truth is I am not into men.”

  All at once I knew she was right. My mistake suddenly became clear and I felt stupid for making the accusation. The wooden spoon disappeared from my view and a sting hit my ass so hard I nearly climbed onto the table to escape the pain.

  “Ouch! I am sorry Melissa. I truly am” I begged.

  WACK! – a second blow impacted and I screamed in agony, pressing my face into the table trying to hide my shame.

  Melissa grabbed the large bowl of gravy to our left, pulled my head up by the hair, and placed the bowl beneath my face.

  “Keep your head up while I punish you” she stated sternly.

  My face hovered over the bowl and I worried that in my exhausted state I would not be able to hold my head up for long.

  WACK! – another blow with the spoon right on the same spot as the first. The moment it hit, my eyes watered and my head drooped. The tips of my hair sagged into the gravy bowl as I struggled to hold my head up.

  Another hard swat landed painfully, followed by another and my face helplessly slumped into the bowl of gravy. I turned my head to the side to breath as she brought three more painful blows down on my sore ass. Gravy soaked into my hair and cheeks – it all felt so unreal. I cried and whimpered after each blow, spraying gravy all over the side of the table. Melissa had no sympathy.

  When the whipping stopped she grabbed the caviar and dumped it over the back of my head. Then she took the shrimp cocktail and dumped it on my back, smearing it around with the wooden spoon leaving me feeling dirty and used.

  I felt her hand against the side of face and realized she was trying to feed me something. It was a carrot and I opened my mouth obediently. She pushed the carrot in and I chewed it up. It had a sauce on it that I didn’t recognize but found somewhat delicious.

  “Did you like that?” She asked.

  “Yes.”

  “You look filthy – you should see yourself covered in the food you prepared.”

  I didn’t need to see myself to know she was right. I was exhausted, in pain, humiliated, and ashamed of my mistake. We both knew that I was hers now, to do with as she pleased.

  “Now let’s see what you are made of.”

  I felt my panties being pulled down around my ankles.

  I am so ashamed already. I hope my pussy meets her approval.

  Her hands began tracing my vulva and I spread my legs wider, letting her know I was hers to use. She slid two fingers over my clit and clamped it between them. My pussy contracted from the stimulation and gradually got more aroused. She squeezed her fingers tighter causing me to moan continually as gravy ran down my neck.

  “I must say Dinky, you are cute in your own slutty way. But, are you my cute little slut?”

  She called me cute. I am so grateful she thinks I am cute!

  “Yes.”

  “Well then say it.”

  “I am your little slut Melissa. I will do anything you want.”

  SLAP – a hard spank stung my sore ass. “Your damn right you will do anything I want. Now…let’s play.”

  “From now on you call me ‘your majesty.”

  “Yes your majesty.”

  She released my clit and reached over to grab the olive oil.

  “Please don’t dump it in my hair.”

  A moment later I felt a gentle massage against my anus. It was so sensual and unexpected I started swooning immediately. Her finger rubbed olive oil all over my asshole, making it hungry for more stimulation.

  She grabbed another baby carrot and I felt it press against my hungry puckered hole. I pushed against it, trying to penetrate myself with it. She allowed me to take it and the carrot slipped all the way in. Having it in my ass really ramped up my arousal and I moaned “oh ya” under my breath.

  She grabbed another carrot and repeated the actions. Again I took it into my ass on my own. Edward had fingered my ass occasionally during sex but it had never been as full as it was with the two carrots. My pussy started trickling with excitement and I couldn’t help pumping my hips - asking for more.

  “What a horny little slut you are.”

  “Yes your majesty.”

  She picked up a piece of ham wrapped around cream cheese. I felt her pressing it against my ass and I bucked back, taking it in. She grabbed the whole platter and I felt another at my puckered hole. I pushed back on it until it was inside and moaned loudly. The next wrap she pushed into me before I could buck, causing me to grunt. A second later she pushed another inside and I grunted louder. She repeated this for the last three on the plate. When she was done I felt stuffed.

  “Who does your ass belong to?”

  “You, your majesty.”

  I felt her hands on my back and a moment later against my asshole. I bucked against it and she pushed at the same time, and something soft popped in. This happened again and again until I realized she was picking the shrimp off me and inserting them into me. With each shrimp I grunted louder, beginning to feel over full.

  This is intense. I don’t think I can handle much more.

  “I don’t think I can take anymore your majesty.”

  She slapped my ass hard and I jerked, causing a shrimp to slip out of me.

  “How dare you lose one of the gifts I have so generously given to you” she shouted, and brought down several more spanks. The welts on my ass stung so badly that with each spank I began to see white. After the fifth spank I screamed in pain, sobbing audibly.

  “Please, no more your majesty. I promise it won’t happen again” I pleaded through the gravy.

  “It better not” she hissed.

  Melissa picked the shrimp up, reinserted it and I struggled to keep it in.

  “I have got them all now your majesty.”

  “Oh were not done yet bitch.”

  She grabbed the bowl of black olives and one by one I felt her jam them into my ass. With each new one inserted I grunted like animal. By the time she was done my groans were almost continuous.

  I did it, I took them all. I hope she is proud but please, no more.

  I watched with dread as she grabbed the bowl of cherry tomatoes.

  “Do you like tomatoes Dink?”

  “Yes your majesty” I reply submissively.

  I felt the first one at my stuffed hole, and gasped desperately, hoping to be able to handle it. She forced it in and I let out an overfull shout. That did not stop her and she inserted another.

  “You like that don’t you?”

  “YES” I shouted accidently from being too full.

  Edward murmured on the couch, and then rolled over still passed out.

  “Yes your majesty” I recovered in a more civil tone.

  Her fingers massaged my clit some more and I moaned wildly, trying to keep the bounty in my ass secure.

  “You look like you need to be fucked. Is that true?”

  “Yes your majes
ty. But only by you.”

  “Good answer Dink. You actually might earn my forgiveness yet.”

  She disappeared into the kitchen and I remained frozen, head in the gravy. She returned holding a cucumber.

  “You want me to fuck you with this?”

  “Yes your majesty.”

  “Beg for it.”

  “Please fuck me your majesty. Fuck me like the unworthy slut I am. Give it to me please.”

  “Alright, but if you lose anything out of your ass I will whip you silly.”

  Oh fuck, I don’t know if I can do that.

  “Yes your beautiful majesty” I groveled.

  Melissa placed the cucumber of at the entrance of my pussy and lathered it in my juices. My breathing became shallower and an occasional mouthful of gravy gagged me. The cucumber pressed harder against my pussy and slowly penetrated me. The moment it entered I wanted to fuck it hard, but kept my composure, not wanting to leak out my ass.

  She worked it in deeper and I began moaning “yes” uncontrollably. She laughed and massaged the welts on my ass.

  “Your arousal is actually making me wet Dink.”

  Yes! Thank goodness I have done something that pleases her.

  She started slowing fucking me with the first few inches of the cucumber and I moaned uncontrollably. It felt so good, and I was so proud to please her.

  “Ahhhhg!” I yelled when she thrust it in deeper. My ass twitched and I felt one of the tomatoes fighting to slip out. I gripped it as best I could. She must have been watching because she stated “Good girl.”

  “I am your good girl, your slut, your whatever you want me to be your majesty.”

  “Why” she inquired sternly.

  “Because I am not worthy of you. I am lucky just to be acknowledged by your majesty. I am only as good as you make me.”

  All I want is to please her. All I can think about is her. I am completely in her power.

  I felt her hand on my ass cheeks tenderly massaging them. Then she reached across me, picked up a shish kabob skewer and removed the food impaled on it.

  Oh my god what is she going to do with that? Have I displeased her?

  She eased the cucumber into me three quarters of the way, took the skewer and drove it through the end of the cucumber. Then she pulled the tablecloth forward on each side of me and impaled it over the ends of the skewer.

  “Let’s see if that works” she wondered out loud.

  Melissa released her grip on the cucumber and the hooked tablecloth kept it forced tightly into my pussy. I felt so stuffed that I air humped the cucumber desperately.

  “I need to get off Dink. Would you like to eat my pussy?”

  “Yes your majesty.”

  “Say it.”

  “May I please eat your majesties pussy?”

  “I thought you would never ask.”

  Melissa grabbed my gravy soaked hair and lifted my head out of the bowl, then removed the bowl. She walked around the table and forcefully pushed the remaining food aside. She climbed onto the table in front of me and placed her crotch next to my face.

  “Take my panties off with your teeth” she ordered.

  I moved my mouth forward, bit the edge of her panties and pulled back. She eased her hips up and I pulled them over her ass, exposing her gorgeous pussy. As soon as it came into view I resumed grinding my hips in anticipation. I had never gone down on a girl before, but with Melissa I couldn’t wait.

  She finished removing her panties on her own before spreading her legs before me. She eased her crotch up to my mouth and I dove in. I immediately recognized the flavor as the sauce that was on the carrot she fed me earlier. It was divine and I loved the taste of it. She grabbed my gravy soaked hair and held my face tightly in her crotch as I licked and sucked like the amateur I was. I locked my lips on her clit and sucked gently, working my tongue over her swollen nub. She began moaning consistently and her coos of pleasure sounded like heaven to me.

  When I felt her tense up she pulled my head firmly into her crotch and climaxed. Suddenly fluid was blasting all over my face and into my mouth as she screamed and squirted all over me. I lapped at it hoping to catch as much of it in my mouth as possible, obediently servicing her every action. She convulsed a little longer and then let out a long satisfied swoon.

  “Oh fuck that was great” she sighed. “Good job Dinky.”

  “Thank you your majesty” I replied proudly. “Have you forgiven me yet?”

  “Almost - one more thing.”

  She eased back on the table and I was sad to see her beautiful pussy move away from me. Melissa slid the bowl of gravy under her crotch and started touching herself. She looked so fucking hot as she worked. I watched enthralled, like she was my idol.

  “Finger me Dink.” She whispered between heavy breaths.

  The muscles in my arms were still shaky but starting to recover and I reached out and eagerly slipped a finger inside. She felt heavenly and for a brief moment I wished I could fit my whole arm in – to become part of her as much as possible.

  “Life up Dink – lift hard.”

  I rammed the finger in to the knuckle and lifted with all my strength. Melissa let out a series of little screams and began cumming. As she did a powerful jet of fluid squirted out of her into the gravy, slowly filling the bowl. It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen a woman do during an orgasm. She finished climaxing, breathing heavily and smiled at me.

  Now Dink, once you lap up the entire bowl you will be forgiven. She scooted the bowl over to my face. Like a hungry dog I began lapping it up. It was an unusual flavor but it contained her climax which made me love it. I licked and slurped, making no attempt at dignity. She stroked the back of my neck as I worked and I moaned in appreciation.

  When I got down to the last of it I continued licking the bowl, dutifully getting every drop. Melissa got up off the table, put her panties back on, and then slipped into the wine stained dress. She walked behind me and asked if I wanted to cum.

  “Yes please your majesty” I responded anxiously.

  She put her hand on my ass and slid it over my packed hole. I swooned from her touch. Her fingers traced their way down to my sopping pussy and tapped on the cucumber.

  “You have paid your penance to me Dink, or should I say Constance. But if you want to get off, get your husband to do it” she smirked slapping my ass.

  She walked to the front door and exited leaving me lying there stuffed, aching, and aroused. I lay still for another minute digesting the events of the last hour. Reaching my hand between my legs I touched my hungry clit, becoming orgasmic fast. I lusted for a climax to rumble through me but something was missing. I wanted to be fucked.

  Staying bent over, I unhooked the tablecloth from the skewer and drug a heavy antique chair forward until it was nearly at the table. Placing myself between the chair and table I bent over again and the cucumber impacted the chair.

  I went back to touching myself and bounced my ass against the chair. Each time it impacted it pushed the cucumber into me as far as the skewer would allow. I worked my swollen clit feverishly while making the cucumber fuck me from behind. I imagined it being Melissa and climaxed violently, yelling all the way through it. I made myself keep my ass load secure as the sensation pulsated through my body, still being obedient in her absence. Waves of pleasure mixed with my burning nipples and ass. I had never had an orgasm that felt like that and when it was over I collapsed on the table and rested.

  I wish Melissa was still here. I wish she could have seen me climax. She would have been so pleased, I didn’t lose anything out of my ass.

  When I finally stood upright the skewer impacted the back of my thighs and food oozed down my back. I eased the cucumber out of me and looked around. The table was a wreck and the carpet would need to be cleaned.

  I looked at the mirror across the room and hardly recognized my own reflection. I looked degraded and used in every way possible. I suddenly felt like I needed to use the bathroom, a
nd food started falling out of my ass. I squatted down and let it all out, right down to the first carrot.

  I spent the rest of the evening cleaning the wrecked room and myself up. Each piece of the mess held memories of my domination. When I was done I got Edward to bed and retired to join him. Even in my exhausted state I had a hard time falling asleep. I couldn’t stop thinking of her. Something had turned in me.

  That night I dreamed Melissa came and made love to me in my bed. I woke up the next morning still thinking of evening before. I got Edward off to work and sat down on the couch to get off to Melissa, while pondering excuses to see her again.

  Maybe I would host another party sooner than I thought. The idea was not good enough – I couldn’t wait that long. I needed to see her again, the sooner the better.

  OBSESSED

  She took me in hand like no man ever had.

  The day after enduring Melissa’s humiliating punishment I couldn’t stop thinking about her – obsessing over the new feelings it had created within me. It was the first time I’d ever been forced to submit to another person and my emotions hummed with a craving for more.

  I decided to make my husband Edward a special lunch as an excuse to deliver it to his office. In truth I was hoping to see Melissa again. It had only been eight hours since we fought and already I was hungry for more contact with her. I couldn’t say for sure where it would lead – I only knew that I needed it.

  After preparing an elaborate bag lunch I headed off to the law office my husband and Melissa shared. At the stoplight I looked at the woman walking through the business district. I saw all kinds, some of them very beautiful. Yet I felt no attraction to any of them and finally analyzed my feelings.

  Maybe it is because I am already deeply crushing on Melissa? Am I gay – and if I am how come I feel no attraction for these other hot women? One thing I can’t deny – on one level or another I am in love with her - crazy, intoxicatingly, magnetically in love with her. It’s beyond a crush or simple obsession. My heart feels like a magnet being pulled towards her.

  I arrived at their law firm and took the elevator to the third floor where their practice was located and headed straight towards my husband’s office. Along the way I moved past Melissa’s office and slowed my pace, peering through the window as I passed. She was at her desk on the phone as I walked by and noted my presence by raising one eyebrow curiously.