A Relentless Teen Mistress Ch. 02

Chloe's orgasm finally ran its course and she pushed Abby away. Abby couldn't have kept it up much longer anyway, since her tongue was about to cramp up.

They rested for a couple minutes before Chloe said, "Wait."

"What?" asked Abby.

"I want to use something." Chloe got up and opened the bag she'd brought with her, then reached in and pulled out a very long black object that had straps attached. My God, it's a huge strap-on, thought Abby. She'd never been on the receiving end of one, let alone one so big. It was as big as any penis she'd ever seen.

"I think you'll like this more than Bob," Chloe said.

"Bob wouldn't like it at all."

Chloe laughed. "More than you'd like Bob's cock, dufus, though I bet you'd enjoy reaming Bob's butt with this. Does he do anal?"

"No, not... ever." Certainly not on the receiving end.

"We'll see about that. Now get on all fours," Chloe demanded.

Abby lifted herself nervously off the bedspread, dreading where Chloe might want to insert the black monster.

Chloe strapped on the device and sat in front of the older woman. "First suck on it. Get it nice and wet." Abby leaned over and did the best she could, though she couldn't fit much of the dildo into her mouth. "Now spread your legs," Chloe ordered. She knelt behind Abby, ready to begin.

Uh oh, here it comes, Abby thought.

"This might hurt," the teenager warned. Much to Abby's chagrin, Chloe pressed the tip of the dildo up against her anus, not her vagina, and applied considerable pressure. It took a long minute -- and a lot of pressure -- before Abby's sphincter finally gave way to the intrusive object. Abby found the insertion to be anything but pleasant, yet Chloe continued to push, forcing more and more of the shaft inside. Thankfully she went slowly, giving the muscles around the anus time to stretch, but there was still profound discomfort and even pain. The sense of fullness in Abby's abdomen was unrelenting. It was like having a baby in reverse.

Just when Abby thought the dildo had reached her spleen (which shouldn't be involved in sex, she was certain), the pushing stopped. "There, that wasn't so bad," Chloe said.

Abby would beg to differ.

Then Chloe abruptly pulled the whole thing out, making Abby gasp. But before the socket could close up again, the teen pushed the dildo slowly back in. Then she pulled it almost entirely out again. Then back in a third time. Then out and in again -- and again, and again, and again. Abby felt like her abdomen was being turned inside-out.

"Don't worry, I haven't forgotten your cunt," Chloe assured her. She slid several fingers into Abby's vagina, even though the dildo was still deep inside her ass. This seemed to leave no room for Abby's spleen or any other organ. The full feeling was intense, as if Abby hadn't gone to the bathroom in days.

Then Chloe began bending and twisting her fingers to stimulate Abby's vagina, and suddenly pleasure joined the discomfort. Chloe resumed pumping with the strap-on, but now, amazingly, each thrust of the dildo in combination with the fingering only seemed to increase the pleasure. Abby could hardly believe this felt good. It was starting to feel very good. How in the world is this possible? she thought. Obviously Chloe knew what she was doing, stimulating both pussy and ass at the same time. The girl quickened the pace and Abby moaned in time with the thrusts. "Oh... oh... oh..." There was still some pain, but it was wrapped in so much pleasure. If anything the pain intensified the pleasure, and Abby felt a powerful orgasm coming on.

"Do NOT come," Chloe interrupted.

What? But I'm so close! Abby wanted to climax so badly.

"Did you think I'd make this easy for you? You need to learn to obey."

"I'm sorry," Abby panted, apologizing as if she were a misbehaving student.

"Let's see how strong you are," said Chloe.

She withdrew the strap-on dick from Abby's ass and without hesitation drove it deep into her vagina, stretching it to near capacity. She slid the dildo in and out repeatedly, achieving a fierce rhythm. Abby's pussy couldn't have been more stimulated.

"If you come I'll have to punish you. Resist the temptation."

It was almost impossible for Abby not to climax at that moment. She bit her upper lip in an effort not to. Hovering just at the edge of orgasm could be a bliss all its own, but not like this. She was desperate to reach rapture and the frustration was driving her insane.

Yet Chloe kept pumping. She slid two fingers inside Abby's ass and wriggled them. Abby was in tears from the struggle to not climax. "Please Chloe. Please!"

Then Chloe abruptly stopped. She ceased all movement and withdrew her fingers. Abby was disoriented.

"Not bad," Chloe said, breathing heavily from the exercise. "Let's take a breather."

"Oh... oh... oh-kay," Abby replied. It was actually a relief to take a break from the agonizing effort not to come. Miraculously she had staved off an orgasm thus far. But she was still at Chloe's mercy.

"You realize you're mine now, right?" the teen asked.

Abby nodded.

"Do you know what that means?"

"That I'm... in your heart?"

Chloe laughed, "Well, maybe, but no, it means that you're mine to toy with as I please. If I ask you to do something, you'll do it immediately. I'll reward you, but only if you're good."

Abby's head was starting to clear as she came down from the rush of being pounded within an inch of climax. This sounded like obedience, she thought -- and obedience to Chloe aroused her like nothing ever had. "I... I guess so," she replied.

"Not 'I guess so,'" Chloe mocked. "Will you or won't you obey me? Will you do anything I ask, even if it's wrong or inappropriate?"

This was blind obedience. It should've given Abby pause, but the thought of it made her whole body quiver. She couldn't help but say yes. "Yes... Yes, anything."

"Do you vow to always serve me?"

Chloe was transcendent. How could Abby not serve her? "Yes," she pledged.

"Do you submit to me, Abby?"

Wait, what is Chloe asking? What am I promising? How could she submit to another woman -- to an 18-year old no less? She wondered if she was even sane for considering this.

But it was moot. It didn't matter. Abby already knew she'd do whatever the teen asked -- anything at all. She'd already surrendered in every way -- the rest was just a formality. She could submit. She wanted to submit.

"Yes, I submit, I submit!" she pledged. It was such a release to say so, like saying "yes" to a marriage proposal (but not from Bob).

That was easy, thought Chloe. She started pumping again. "Will you be my bitch, Mrs. Kane?"

"Yes!" Abby cried. The pumping sent her careening towards climax again. She wanted her orgasm already! She was so close to ecstasy.

Chloe slipped two fingers back into Abby's asshole and sped up her dildo thrusts, achieving an almost unsustainable pace.

"Excellent! You may come now."

Yes, finally! Within seconds Abby's orgasm arrived like a tidal wave crashing over her whole body, not just her pussy. She wailed out of sheer rapture. The tsunami of pleasure, intensified by the pledge of submission, was like nothing she'd ever experienced before. Her ecstasy climbed to an 11 on her now obsolete scale of 1 to 10. The dildo thrusts were aimed so perfectly that the orgasm kept going and going. Now it was her turn to soak the bed.

It took a long time for Abby's brain to come down from its high and start working again after Chloe had finally stopped. Then the teen informed her, "You are now officially my personal slut to use as I please."

Abby knew Chloe meant it. The teen was dominating her, subjugating her. But why not? The girl was so confident and so beautiful. She deserved worship. Not only that, submission aroused Abby like nothing else ever had. Something so arousing can't be bad.

"You'll do whatever I say, without hesitation," Chloe declared.

Abby knew she wanted this. It was so right. "Yes Chloe. Yes..."

"It's 'Yes Mistress,'" Chloe interrupted.

"Oh... yes, Mistress." The word "mistress" made Abby's skin tingle. The word made her submissive status so very real. There was no turning back now. She didn't want to turn back.

Chloe smiled. She'd taken another submissive.

Week Four

After that, Chloe stopped ghosting Abby for days at a time, showing her the modicum of respect that a well-behaved submissive deserved. Besides, she knew that cutting off all contact with a sub for long periods could drive the person almost mad. So she texted Abby every day or two. Nevertheless she was a busy domme and didn't have time to get together for a week.

Thus Abby was elated when Chloe finally showed up at her house again, even though the teen had given her just 10 minutes' notice. Chloe was dressed to kill as usual: a different half-open flannel shirt, a translucent bra, and tights as thin as stockings.

Fortunately Jesse was just on her way out, heading off to see a movie with some friends. The two teenagers passed each other in the hall and uttered a glancing "hey" to each other. Abby thought she might have seen a quick smile flash across Chloe's face -- were the two getting to know each other? She didn't think that would be a good idea at all. Or worse, did Jesse suspect she was fucking Chloe? God, please no, she prayed. Hopefully Chloe's smile was just perfunctory or a figment of her imagination.

Abby did notice that Jesse had been wearing sexier clothes lately, almost to the point of matching Chloe's level of decency (or indecency). She hoped she wouldn't have to step in and give Jess a lecture about it; but as Chloe's submissive, what moral standing did she really have?

After Jesse left, Chloe barely gave Abby time to think. "Maybe you want to talk, but I don't." She pushed Abby up against a wall and kissed her aggressively. Then she ordered the MILF onto her knees, "Down. Now. Strip me... taste me. Bury your face in my cunt."

Abby eagerly complied. She found it incredibly arousing to be commanded this way, to be treated like a slave. She loved relinquishing all control to the teen. She quickly put her tongue to work pleasuring Chloe's pussy.

After a few moments Chloe began to pee. She'd intentionally not peed for hours, and moreover she'd drunk several cans of soda. She commanded Abby, "Drink every drop, whore." The teen had a rather perverse propensity for putting MILFs in their place, and that was on full display right now.

Abby tried admirably to imbibe Chloe's entire discharge, but there must have been a quart of it and she couldn't help but allow some to dribble down her chin, onto her clothes and ultimately onto the hardwood floor.

"You're so messy," Chloe mocked, pointing to the floor. "Clean it up with your tongue." When Abby hesitated for a split second, Chloe snapped, "Now!" Abby did the best she could. When the floor seemed clean again, Chloe ordered the MILF to resume pleasuring her cunt. The teen moaned incoherently until she reached climax, dousing Abby's face with a load of cum.

"I guess you deserve a turn now," Chloe said, sighing for effect. She loved dominating such a compliant MILF and it had made her frisky. So after ordering Abby to get naked on the nearest sofa, Chloe went to work. She fondled every part of the woman's body and kissed her everywhere but between her legs. Finally she used a combination of fingers in both of Abby's holes to give her a rousing, sofa-soaking orgasm. Abby was in Nirvana.

Still horny as hell, Chloe made Abby go down on her again. "Domination has its privileges," she said.

After they were all done and fully recovered, Chloe said, "Oh, and I'm exercising another privilege. Shave your cunt for me. Every last hair." Enough with the underbrush.

Abby excitedly shaved herself bare while her mistress watched. Even the most mundane tasks could be erotic if Chloe commanded her to perform them, and shaving her pussy was much more than mundane. A steady trickle of cum dribbled down her thighs the entire time she used the razor.

Afterwards Chloe said, "Next time, just wax. It's easier. But I just love seeing a woman shave for the first time." She patted Abby's bare pussy. "You're nice and smooth now."

Week Five

A week later Abby and Chloe met again. Jesse would be out for the entire afternoon, so they could take their time. They actually chitchatted about school and grades for half an hour first, giving Abby at least the illusion they were coequal partners. But then they headed to Abby's bedroom for another frenetic and asymmetrical lovemaking session. Chloe dominated Abby utterly, issuing orders and treating the MILF roughly. Abby gave Chloe three orgasms in all, and eventually Chloe gave her one in return. But the domme was devious. She frustrated Abby repeatedly -- starting and stopping, interrupting Abby's progress, making her lick this or drink that -- often just for the sheer amusement of it. Dominating the milfy sub was just too much damned fun.

Finally Chloe gave Abby the glorious orgasm she'd been longing for, using her fingers and a large, flesh-colored strap-on dildo that Abby hadn't seen before. The thing looked "anatomically correct" and had a certain curve to it that delivered some unique sensations, though Abby hardly noticed in the throes of climax. She managed to take it in both holes and the resulting rapture was sublime. Chloe continued to fondle Abby's pussy for several minutes, prolonging the bliss.

By the end of the session, Abby was exhausted and incoherent, her face glazed with cum and her hair sticky with it. Chloe let her nod off to sleep.

Abby was still in a slumber when she thought she heard talking. Was she dreaming? Then she heard what sounded like laughing from elsewhere else in the house. How long had she been asleep? Was Jesse home already? She lay in bed semi-conscious for a few more minutes, then dragged herself to the bathroom and washed up. It took some effort to comb the cum out of her hair.

She walked into the kitchen and was shocked to see that her daughter had indeed come home. Not only that, Jesse and Chloe were sitting at the kitchen table together having a lively chat. The domme was fully dressed now, but Jesse had to be suspicious that something was going on in the house. Worst of all, the two girls seemed to be hitting it off.

Jesse looked up with a smile and said, "Mom, you never told me what a cool friend you have."

"Oh, yeah, Chloe's... great," Abby replied anxiously. She couldn't very well be honest about her relationship with Chloe, but she had to say something. "Sorry, I didn't think you girls would... um... want to be friends, or I would've had you hook up with each other."

Jesse let out a giggle, apparently for no reason.

Chloe just smiled -- Abby clearly had no idea what "hook up" meant to teens. She played along and responded, "Maybe the three of us can hook up soon."

Jesse almost did a spit take.

But Chloe didn't skip a beat. "Not today though."

Abby rolled her eyes at her daughter's seemingly random responses. Teenagers, she thought -- or at least her teenager; Chloe was much more mature. She just hoped the two girls wouldn't become friends, not that she could do much about it if Chloe wanted it.

In any case, Chloe decided it was time to leave. "Alright, I'm outta here. Later, bitches!" She took off.

Abby was sad to see her domme go, though rather relieved since Jess was around. She lamented that it might be another week before she'd get to see Chloe again.

Week Six

Instead of meeting the following week, Chloe called Abby to explain a perversely erotic idea she'd come up with. The teen said she wanted to re-experience their very first encounter together -- when they'd first met at the parent-student-teacher conference -- but this time in much more illicit fashion. Chloe said they'd superficially reenact the encounter -- the classroom tour, the art show, and some of the dialog too (as well as they could remember it). But the conversation would be sexually charged from the start and the reenactment would culminate in the passionate submissive sex Abby hungered for, with Jesse and Devers none the wiser. Abby found the idea unbelievably titillating. It actually fulfilled an old fantasy of hers of reliving tame first dates as sexual encounters, though in Chloe's case, the first encounter hadn't exactly been tame.

Chloe insisted that the encounter occur while Madame Devers and Jesse were meeting in the next room, just as before. She said, "Complete realism is important, or else it's just plain old role play." That made the plan a little scarier but even more exciting. They'd have to avoid making too much noise, but the school was eighty years old, so the walls must be bomb-shelter-thick anyway.

Chloe said she would take care of the arrangements.

Week Seven -- Back at School

When Jesse and Abby arrived at school for their "conference", Abby was almost giddy with anticipation. She hoped Jesse would just think she was high on caffeine.

Elyse Devers greeted them warmly at the door to the classroom. Then she stated, without a hint of innuendo, "You remember how I run my conferences. First I'll talk to Jesse one-on-one and then I'll invite you in. Chloe can keep you entertained."

How Chloe had convinced Devers to set up the extraneous conference, Abby didn't know. Maybe she didn't want to know. But the teacher seemed to act completely normal.

Devers led Jesse away to the side office while Chloe and Abby stayed in the classroom. Chloe said with a smirk, "Hear that? I'll keep you entertained."

Abby loved the sound of that.

Chloe began their tantalizing game. "So I hear you love Paris. The Eiffel Tower, the museums, the cafés... the brothels." She was already satirizing their original dialog.

Abby suppressed a laugh over "brothels" and calmly played along. "Oh yes."

"You know Paris is the City of Love. I've always wanted to visit the city -- as a nubile teen under the protection of an experienced woman. Imagine the possibilities."

This was exactly the sort of dialog Abby was hoping for -- and she could imagine all kinds of possibilities.

Chloe kept going. "People say the cafés are romantic. But forget those. The museums are where the action really is. Look at these projects." She led Abby to the art montages on the wall.

Most of the projects on display during their first conference were gone, but a few of the better ones remained, including the Degas montage with all the naked bathers. There was also a project Abby hadn't seen before, dedicated to Degas and the French painter Édouard Manet. It featured some nudes as well, including a striking Manet of a nude woman reclining on a bed, entitled "Olympia".

"This art montage is mine," Chloe said proudly. "Madame Devers encourages us express our own tastes." Then she whispered, "I chose this painting while thinking of you... and your delicious taste."

Abby pictured Chloe saying this the first time and imagined herself getting wet in response. To be honest, it might have just confused her. But whatever -- the dialog was certainly arousing now, and her pussy was starting to tingle.

Chloe added, "But it's actually a painting of Madame Devers."

Abby laughed out loud at the absurd idea. But "Olympia" did bear a certain resemblance to the teacher.

Chloe replied, "You laugh, but let's take a closer look." She carefully peeled the "Olympia" print away from the project. "There's something you should know about our favorite Madame. She's a dirty little salope. That means slut. Take a look."