I Was Just Trying To Help

“There, cancelled and deleted everything. Now I can play with my toy as I wish.”

Grabbing my breasts and feeling them up, she crowed, “mmmmm, these feel better than I expected. For large tits, they are very firm. I thought for certain these were “store-bought”, but now I can see that you are naturally built for sex.”

She fondled my nipples and began pinching and pulling them. “I see your tits are very sensitive. And look at these big nipples. They are like cow nipples. You must tug on them often. You looked like a pro when you jerked off in front of me.” She kept tugging, eliciting little yelps and moans from me.

My head was spinning. This was wrong. This is all my fault. I am her stepmother, for God’s sake. This is all very wrong. Yet? Yet it felt wonderful. My body was steaming. The most beautiful, and wicked, creature I have ever seen is using me for her enjoyment.

My conflict was raised another notch when one of her hands pushed down to my sex, where she toyed with my labia and plunged two fingers inside. I inhaled loudly.

“As I thought. You like this, I see,” she said with delight as she pulled out and brought her wet fingers up to my face. “Smell them.”

I hesitated, and her tone became stern, “What are you waiting for, smell them!” She pinched my nipple hard with her other hand. I screamed out my pain and then leaned forward to take a sniff. From my frequent masturbation sessions, I knew my scent, yet this felt like a personal violation.

“Suck them!”

My nipple exploded in pain again as I open my mouth and accepted her fingers. My first taste of a woman. And my stepdaughter, to boot. It was so taboo. She let up on my nipple as I sucked on her fingers for all I was worth. I felt like a low-life pig.

Pleased with my humiliation, she withdrew and plunged her fingers back in. You could hear the slopping sounds as she slowly sawed her fingers in and out of my pussy. She used her thumb to expertly rub my clit, which was painfully erect and screaming for attention. I humped my hips, looking for more friction as I raced toward a huge orgasm. My animal need took over as I raced to the most exciting finish I could ever imagine.

Just as I was hitting the peak, she pulled away and laughed. I jerked my hips forward looking for the last second of contact that would allow me to blast off. But it was not to be. She walked over and took another sip of wine. I was cooled off enough when she returned that she started stroking my clit between two of her fingers.

Again, she brought me to the edge, and then backed off. Her soft hands ran along my butt cheeks. “This is one tight, sexy ass. We are going to have so much fun playing with it,” she declared as she slapped my ass cheeks hard.

She brought me to the edge again, using those wonderful fingers to tease every nerve ending in my clit. I was sure I would cum this time. My head was throbbing in tandem with my clit as I raced towards my orgasm. Abruptly, she pulled away again. I was literally shaking.

She took her time, toying with me. Over and over. I begged her to let me cum. I had no idea how long my legs would hold out. I needed to cum. I had to. But over the course of the next hour, she teased me without mercy. She chided me for my need, degraded me, and even laughed at me.

Finally she stopped. “I’ll be right back, slave.” When she returned to the room, she had thick pole with a base. It was nearly three feet tall. She placed the pole behind me, but in front of the pole spreading my ankles. This caused me to thrust my hips out. She extended four telescoping supports from the base, holding it balanced on the floor.

“Hold your arms back and kneel!” she commanded as she grabbed my shoulders from behind to ease my descent. She made sure that the pole fit in between my wrists and elbows. I was surprised by how strong she was as she effortlessly lowered me. The pole now rested tightly against my ass and shoulders.

She tied my wrists restraints to the pole. She bunched my hair up into a ponytail and tightly bound it with more rope. She pulled my head back and secured my hair to the pole. I was amazed and scared by her expertise in bondage. She tied a short piece of rope to the spreader bar, then pulled it up with her amazing strength. The pole touched my hands, and she secured the rope to my wrist restraints.

The majority of my weight was in front of the pole, causing me to lean forward. Arms pulled back, causing my chest to thrust forward even more. I could not believe how helpless I felt. My body was open and vulnerable, and I was powerless to do anything about it.

“Why!” I squeaked out.

“I guess you want some answers,” she said as she strolled over for another sip of her wine. Returning to my helpless form, she pulled up a chair and sat directly in front of me. She crossed her strong legs and relaxed. The tension was thick as she looked me over. I felt like a piece of meat. Her foot nudged upward and the tip of her pointy boot flicked across my erect clit. I jerked with surprise and need. She slowly flicked up and down.

“You see, my pet, I am what you would call a spoiled, dominant personality. You married my father, invaded my space and took over my house. I need to balance the equation.” I was panting with need as she continued.

“My mother was a follower of the works of Sun Tzu, and taught me many things which I won’t bore your little slut mind with. When my mother died I spent time reading her diary, including her interest in dominance and submission. I retreated to the internet, looking for any diversion from the pain of her death.” She flicked her boot particularly hard, making me yelp.

“I spent hours reading and learning. I became obsessed with the female body and controlling it. I found that I have insatiable desire for sex and learned how to manipulate and control my own sexual drive. I spent time doing yoga and meditation, strengthening my mind and body. I taught myself how to orgasm on command, and how to keep myself from orgasm for hours despite constant stimulation. I found I could make myself cum 35-40 times in a row. Once I understood and mastered myself, I could move on to an unsuspecting victim.”

I was nearing orgasm, and sensing this, she stopped stimulating my clit. She lifted up her foot and casually flicked my long nipples. Ughhhhh!

“When I first saw your fabulous body, I knew that you were the one. I created several moments where you would “accidentally” see me naked. I rigged your room and saw you jerk off to powerful orgasms after seeing me.”

Seeing that I cooled off a little, she lowered her foot and started flicking my clit again. I screamed out in total frustration. She smiled at me and started her story again.

“You are built for sex. I will spend my time helping you explore your maximum potential. We will do this by training your mind and body to demand sex at all times. You will learn that, by fulfilling the needs of others, you will be rewarded with the only thing that will matter to you…your orgasm. We will work on your physical and mental stamina so you can perform as long as called upon.”

My head was swimming in this new world she was describing. It was unimaginable, yet reality was flicking me right in the clit. I was catapulting into an orgasm when she stopped. I screamed out again and started to incoherently beg to cum. Lowering her leg, she leaned forward and grabbed my chin with her strong hands.

“You are my sexual puppet now. I see how badly you want to cum. Your need is so bad it is painful. You think you are going to die now if you don’t cum. But you are wrong. I am only scratching the surface tonight. I have not even explored the true depths of your need. But we will. I promise you my little toy.”

“So here is how you will earn your little orgasms. You will need to bring me, or anyone else of my choosing, to ten satisfactory orgasms, and I will allow you to cum in a way of my choosing. Each time you hesitate to perform a command, I tack on five more. Refuse a command, or cum without permission, I tack on an additional twenty, plus what ever punishments I choose to extract.”

She stood up slowly and stretched. She was something out of a bikini ad. Her hands unsnapped the skintight hot pants, which were peeled slowly over her perfect ass and down her toned legs. Stepping out of the pants, she stood just inches from my face. In her heels, her sex was perfectly level with my mouth. She was bald like me, and was swollen and leaking sex juice.

“Here is your chance to start earning your orgasm, little girl,” she said as she maneuvered her sex just out of reach from my mouth. I had never seen a vagina this close before. Her mound was completely smooth and shiny from her excitement. Its pedals had bloomed open and her pink inner lips were seeping with excitement. I could smell her need. I was scared to death to touch it, yet, in the pit of my stomach, I knew that my act of further submission was inevitable. So far, I have been riding on the combination of extreme need and extreme fear and I had not allowed rational thought to override my actions. Something snapped as I stared at her sex, and despite my vulnerable position, I would go no further.

She lifted my chin and stared into my eyes. “Finally, some defiance. I can see it in your eyes. I had been hoping you would fight back. I have some nasty punishments that will inflict tremendous pain on the most sensitive parts of your body, without any permanent damage.”

She bent slowly while lightly tracing a path down my neck, chest, and ending at my breasts. She silently tickled boobs, sending shockwaves through my tense body, ending at my throbbing clit.

“I am hoping you give me the chance to punish you.” She declared as she continued to fondle my breasts, all the while staring me straight in the eye. I was getting so worked up again, and the urgency to cum was screaming in my head, blocking out the glimmer of rational thought.

“Beg to worship my pussy,” she declared as she straightened up. She waited a couple of seconds while I worked up the courage, all the while staring directly at her sex.

SLAP!!! I felt a painful smack across my cheeks, sending my face heaving to the left as far as my bindings would allow. Stars danced brightly across my eyes. The brutal reality of the situation came rushing at me at this point. This is not some kind of fantasy. I was in this for real. I had to do as she says, even if I didn’t want to.

With tears welling up in my eyes, I relented. “M..may I worship your p...pussy,” I sobbed.

SLAP!!! Her strength drove my head hard to the right. My face was pounding with pain. “Say it correctly, SLUT!” she said sternly.

Blinking the stars away, it dawned on me that I had forgotten one of her rules. “May I worship your pussy, Mistress?” I yelled out.

She lifted my chin and smiled at me. Her eyes knew she had won a major battle, stealing a critical piece of my soul. With surprising gentleness, she said, “yes, my pet, you may.”

As she leaned forward, I sucked up all of my courage and kissed the top of her slit. I repeated this down her lips as far as my restraints would allow.

“Now use your tongue to explore,” she said encouragingly. She also started to softly caress my hair, comforting me. I started licking. I had inadvertently tasted my self in the past, and she has a similar “slightly tangy/slightly sweet/slightly musky” flavor. It was not as repulsive as I thought it would be, although I would prefer something else entirely.

She moaned softly as she said, “Think about if I licked you. How would you like your cunt licked? Where are your special spots? How would you want me to bring you to unbearable excitement?”

My God! The simple thought sent a rush of lust through me. Oh how would I want this goddess to lick me. I instinctive dug in, licking my lips lightly. I plunged my tongue in hard and flick the end deep in her flowing canal. It was so soft and warm that I became intoxicated. I licked upward and flicked her erect clit at the end of the upstroke. I cradled her clit with my tongue as I closed my lips around the bud and sucked it gently. I flicked my tongue over her clit, up and down, while I continued to suck. I then started over again, licking her engorged labia lightly.

She encouraged me with her humiliating banter, “You are born to lick pussy, little girl… Oh your tongue knows all of the naughty spots…your lips fit around my clit perfectly…wow, you are a hungry slut…this is some kind of talent, my slut…”

Several times she told me to slow as I felt her quiver. Finally, she told me to suck my clit and flick it hard. Her clit was physically pulsing against my lips.

"Oh…oh….oh….Oh…here it comes…Oh Yes….Oh YES!…” and she creamed out in orgasm. She jammed her hips hard into my face, riding me as I sucked with abandon. Listening to her orgasm drove my excitement level. I needed to cum.

The more I worked her clit, the faster and harder she danced her body against me. She screamed out over and over again. Just when I thought that she was done, she would scream out yet again.

Finally, she started coming down, letting go of my head.

“Oh God, are you good…lick me softly and clean up my juices…that was simply divine,” she purred as I used my tired tongue to lick up her mess. I felt degraded by being made to swallow the abundance of thick cream she dribbled.

Finally, she stepped away. She grabbed a camera out of her bag and snapped some digital photos of me. I could do nothing about it. I could only sit and stew in my own need and humiliation.

Setting down the camera, she pulled a mirror from the wall and leaned it against the chair that was in front of me. What I saw shocked me. I was staring directly into the eyes of a slut. My face was covered in juice and flushed with the contact with her hips and thighs. My chest was thrust forward, begging for attention, and my nipples were longer then I could ever imagine. My lean stomach curved down to my drenched crotch. My sex was puffy and my labia had completely dilated, exposing my pink inner core.

I felt a light whisper in my ear, “A layer peeled away. Now we are getting closer to the truth. The truth is that you are a slut. That you love being my toy. That you want your desires controlled by me. That you were built for this,” she whispered as she toyed with my erect nipple.

I had never felt such intense feelings before in my life. I hated this. Yet, my body was telling me that I loved this, that I need this. Looking at my reflection, I could see how sexy I looked. I was turning myself on.

All the while, she toyed with my breasts. “Only seven more to go, and my little girl will get her itty bitty orgasm,” she cooed in her little girl’s voice. “Until then, you need to be a good little girl and do what her Mistress says. I have such fun things planned for your hot body, I can’t wait to get started.” She sauntered over to her bag of toys, and returned with a thick, white leather collar. She bent down and fastened tightly around my neck. She closed the small lock in the rear. I felt trapped. And possessed. And my pussy twitched.

Looking closely, I could see an inscription – “LeziFuckToy” – and my clit twitched again. I could not believe I was getting off on this. I was starting to feel like I was owned. I had to fight it. But how? If I could just get through until Tuesday, when Mike returned, I could turn this around. I would have to work quickly because he was leaving on a two-week trip to Europe on Thursday morning. I tried to think of a way out of this, yet my thoughts kept rushing back to “LeziFuckToy” branding my neck.

She untied me from the pole, leaving my wrists and elbows restrained behind me and my legs spread. She unclipped my arms and re-clipped my wrists in front of me. She clipped a leash to my collar (how degrading) and pulled me towards the bed. With my legs locked 3 feet apart, I had to lurch side to side so I could swing each leg forward. She laughed at me as I made my way to the king-sized canopy bed.

She pushed my back down on the bed, then effortlessly lifted and pulled my legs over to the middle of the bed. Grabbing rope and some small round metal objects, she went to work. I admired her flawless body as she moved. In my hyper-excited state, I could not think of anything but rubbing her body and having nasty sex with her. How demeaned had I become.

It only took a few minutes, and she had fastened the metal objects to the corner posts and to the bed frame. She lifted my legs, causing my hips to lift off the bed, as she laid a wide leather belt under me. Letting go of my legs, she tightened the belt uncomfortably tight, squeezing my waist a couple of inches. Rope was then attached to the belt, then run through what now looked like little pulleys on the two posts at the foot of the bed. She pulled the rope until I began sliding down slightly. She then tied some rope to each of my wrists. When she threaded these ropes through the pulleys and started to pull, I thought that my arms would be wrenched out of their sockets. Satisfied, she tied these off and climbed up onto the bed.

She tied some rope to both ends of the leg spreader, and then climbed to each corner to thread the rope to another set of pulleys. Grabbing both ropes, she pulled, causing my legs to lift up, then over my head. With my hips pulled toward the foot of the bed and my ankles pulled toward the head, my legs were pinned over my head, quivering with the strain. She tied this so tightly that I believe I was an only just a fraction of an inch away from pulling my legs out of their sockets.

She stood up on the bed looking down at me. Her body was gleaming with a light layer of perspiration and she looked ready to roll. She knelt down and examined my wide-open pussy. I had never felt more helpless than I did at that moment. Everything was wide open for her use. I could do nothing to stop her.

But just as a sense of sorrow starting creeping over my senses, I was pulled from the abyss by the simple touch of her tongue on my clit. It was an amazing sensation.

For the next few minutes, she teased my clit, circling it, and then tickling it with the tip of her tongue. Her hair tickled the backs of my thighs. She brought me closer and closer to the edge of a towering orgasm. Just as I was about to hit it, she backed off.

“No…” I screamed, realizing too late that I had talked without permission.

“Tch, tch, little girl. It seems you need a little reminder of the rules. Mommy will have to spank you with the paint paddle, won’t she?” She cooed. She climbed off the bed and returned with her bag of toys. She pulled out an old paint paddle, coated with some old paint from years of use. It was only an inch wide, but it looked devastating from my point of view.

Without ceremony, she smacked the paddle straight down on my pussy. Wetness splattered upward as the pain came crashing down.

“OOOOOOOOUUUCCCCCCCCCCHHHHH!” I screamed.

“You are to count each one out loud, my lezifucktoy. Then you are to say, ‘My cunt deserves another, Mistress.’ If you can do this ten times in a row, without falter, then your punishment is over. Otherwise, we start back at the beginning.

SMACK!

“Ohhhhhhh….one…my cunt deserves another, Mistress.”

SMACK!

“OOOOWWWWWWWWWW…two…my cunt deserves another, Mistress.” SMACK! This one snapped squarely on my clit. I screamed out, and then responded, “My cunt deserves another, Mistress.”

“Oops. Looks like my pet missed the count. We have to start over again.

SMACK! The pain was so horrible I started to cry. But I did not err again.

By the last blow, the pain was unbearable. Yet, my clit was throbbing so violently that I swear I would have cum with another blow or two. How sick is that.

“Now now, my little slut, Momma will make it alright,” she said as she started licking my pussy again. The pain, cemented with the pleasure, was almost more than I could take. I wiggled and squirmed as much as I could from the sensory overload. But her job binding me left me with nothing more than small, harmless movements.