Wanda's Story, Enhanced Ch. 03

Wanda barely heard the audience. She was watching her Mistress perform, and getting wetter by the minute. Anne removed her bra and panties, leaving the boots on. Nearly naked now, she returned to Wanda's side and pulled the overcoat off her slave's body. She lifted one booted foot and put it right in front of Wanda's face. The girl automatically reached out her tongue and licked the boot as the audience howled.

Next, Anne took the chain and re-attached it to Wanda's nipple clamps. She used the chain to pull the breasts tight against each other. The audience howled louder, covering the moan of pain that escaped Wanda's lips. Anne attached the leash to Wanda's collar and paraded her around the stage, keeping her just out of reach of the patrons.

The music changed, but Wanda barely noticed. Anne said to her "Follow my lead and trust me." Wanda nodded.

Anne moved to the center of the stage, and Wanda followed closely. Anne leaned over and kissed the girl deeply. Then Wanda felt the crop between her legs, slightly pushing at them. Wanda moved her legs apart, and she felt the crop rubbing at her pussylips.

There was no more audience now, no more music. There was just the woman she loved, her Mistress, seducing Wanda right here on stage. Wanda had been getting turned on all night, and wanted Anne's magical touch.

Anne dropped to her knees and pushed Wanda onto her back. Her head lowered, and she licked at Wanda's pussy. Anne looked up, and the spotlight showed Anne's face gleaming with Wanda's pre-cum juices. Anne turned around and straddled Wanda's face, then lowered her pussy onto Wanda's mouth. The teen started licking at her Mistress, not caring where they were.

Anne's tongue drove into Wanda's wet pussy with a desire Wanda had never felt from her lover before. Wanda wanted, no, NEEDED, to match her Mistress lick for lick. Wanda wanted to make her Mistress cum.

They got deeper and deeper into their 69. The men poured money onto the stage, but the two women were too into each other's needs to notice. Anne switched her mouth from Wanda's pussy to her clit, capturing it in her teeth and pulling. As Wanda moaned, close to cumming, Anne thrust the handle of her riding crop into Wanda's pussy, using it as a dildo.

Wanda could handle no more. She screamed into her lover's pussy and came on the crop. Her juices flowed out of her pussy lips, past the crop handle, over her thighs and onto the stage. Wave after wave of emotional pleasure flooded Wanda's body.

Still, though, Wanda kept her mouth glued to her Mistress' pussy. Her moans of joy hummed through Anne's body, causing the older woman to cum herself. Her orgasm nearly matched Wanda's in intensity and length.

Slowly, Wanda came back to reality. She felt the smooth dance floor on her back, and saw the spotlight on her face as Anne lifted herself off Wanda and into a standing position. A quick tug of the leash, and Wanda was pulled into a kneeling position. Anne's hands dropped to Wanda's breasts, and she removed the nipple clamps. A fresh wave of pleasure engulfed Wanda, and she came again, just from the joy of feeling in her breasts again. Then the music stopped.

Anne said "Collect our money, my pet!"

Wanda scurried around the stage, collecting the bills that littered the floor. At every opportunity, remembering how Bambi and the other dancers had collected part of their own money, Wanda bent over, showing her still-dripping pussy to the men in the crowd. That brought a few more bills floating her way, which she also scooped up.

After all the money was collected, Wanda went to where Anne was standing, close to the curtains. She dropped to her knees again, and the DJ cried out, "Ladies and gentlemen! Let's hear it for the Mistress of Mystery and her slave Little Heather!!"

The crowd erupted again, cheering as loudly as before. Wanda noticed they were getting a standing ovation before Anne pulled the leash and took Wanda backstage. The crowd cheered for a couple minutes more, then quieted as the next act took the stage.

Anne took Wanda to the dressing room, then together they counted their money. Wanda's initial take was supplemented by the $50 she had won as Amateur Night winner. The couple had brought themselves $532 from their sex act, bringing the night's income to $671. Anne took $75 to the DJ, giving him a club-standard 10 percent fee, plus a tip.

Then Wanda and Anne showered together, cleaning up after their performance. Wanda was ordered to scrub Anne's body before doing her own body's cleaning, and the girl did as ordered.

Driving home, Anne told Wanda that they were now booked at the Strip-O-Rama for three nights a week, starting next Friday night. Wanda nodded but said nothing. As Anne drove them home, Wanda's mind replayed the night, getting her wet all over again.

As Wanda stripped for bed in her room, she put her hand in the overcoat's pocket. She found a note there. Pulling it out, she noticed it was from Red, the dancer at the club.

Opening it, she read ...

"I saw you earlier with the other woman, so I think I know which way you swing. If I'm right, please call me. I want you so badly, especially after watching your dance. My number is 555-3930.

"Waiting by the phone, Amber (Red)."

Wanda finished stripping, then went to Anne's room, padding naked down the hall. She paused at Anne's closed door,hearing her Mistress on the phone. Wanda cracked the door a hair to listen better.

"Yes, that's right," Anne was saying. "Everything went as planned. She stripped, and it was so exciting. You should have been there. Oh, you were? I didn't see you. Oh, that was smart. I always knew my girl was bright. No, I don't have time. She should be here in a minute. Yes, I'll tell you all about it. I always do, my girl. OK, bye. I love you, too."

Anne hung up the receiver as Wanda quietly closed the door. Then the new slave knocked, and heard Anne say, "Enter."

Wanda walked into the room, and right into another viscous slap from Anne. It was almost a punch, and it staggered the teen. She dropped to one knee, and tears fell quickly from her eyes. She looked up at her Mistress and started to speak. "What did ..."

Wanda had no time to finish her thought. A second slap, this one to her other cheek, shut her up. The tears fell faster, wetting the teen's face.

"I told you, slut, to always enter a room I'm in on your knees," Anne screamed at the girl. "I told you to be quiet unless spoken to or given permission to speak. Did you forget all that?"

"No, Mistress," Wanda said quietly.

"Then it is a lesson I need to reinforce," Anne replied. "Get on your hands and knees."

Wanda did, unsure of what was coming. The next minute, she screamed in pain!! Anne had picked up a large paddle from somewhere. the paddle was so wide it struck both of Wanda's enormous ass cheeks at the same time. Tears resumed their path down Wanda's face.

Wanda had not been spanked since her father had done it to her when she was three. That time, her dad had spanked her two times with his hand because she had broken his favorite fishing pole. After that spanking, Daddy had held his little girl and caressed her as she cried. She knew what she had done was wrong, and she had better respect for Daddy's things after that time.

This time, it was no hand. It was a weapon, viciously applied to her backside. Two. Three. Four. Five. The swats piled up, with no apparent end in sight.

Wanda mentally braced for swat six, and thus she was unprepared for what happened next. Instead of a swat, a thick dildo slammed its way into Wanda's pussy.

Wanda screamed again, but this time it was the scream of unexpected pleasure. Her body responded to the thick invader. Her pussy juices flowed, wetting the passage of the fake cock in and out of her.

The teen quickly learned that Anne was wearing a strap-on. The teacher leaned down across Wanda's back, her hips still plunging the strap-on into the slave's pussy. Anne grunted from her exertions, but still managed to say, "I love you, my pet. You will learn quickly."

The spanking was almost forgotten by now, as Anne had mentally shifted from pain to pleasure. She was moaning and groaning, humping back at her Mistress' toy. Wanda spoke, surprising herself as she did, "I accept your punishment, and your love. I love you, Mistress."

Later that night, cuddled in Anne's arms after the session had ended, Wanda could barely sleep. She remembered the three orgasms Anne had brought from Wanda's body. She was in love with one woman, and another woman wanted her. She had to decide what to do.

Eventually, she made up her mind. Only then, knowing what she was to do, did she fall asleep next to her Mistress.