Bob & Claire's Sub - Pt. 01

"Look. I am sorry about last weekend." She waited till her words meant something to me. Her hands reached over for mine. "I was a little bit too pushy wasn't I?" I quickly nodded.

"A little.........and, to tell you the truth, I really didn't know what to do. It just felt awkward." I replied scrunching my nose. "And the fact that Bob had seen me with my face pushed into your, ........... your crotch."

She looked at her coffee mug and continued, her tone changing slightly. "You were just being respectful. You were kissing your Mistresses pussy as a submissive should do. It was what I wanted." She looked up at me, continuing but now in a more whispered voice.

"I am attracted to you. You know that don't you. I want you." She let that sink in. "And I think you want me." She looked up into my eyes again. My eyes darted all over her face.

I reached out and squeezed her hand, smiling at her, nodding, but I let her do all the talking.

"We have good chemistry and I really, reeaaaalllly want you as my little submissive, my little sex kitten." She squinted at me, half smiling.

Again, I smiled and nodded eagerly because I loved hearing her say those words. I loved being her sex kitten. Oh yes. Those words were conjuring memories of last Sunday in my mind, and those thoughts were giving me that funny feeling in my stomach. As her submissive, I was offering myself for her pleasure, doing something naughty, perhaps even a little depraved. I looked into her eyes. I couldn't help it, she was definitely making me feel turned on.

For the next ten minutes, we laughed and joked a bit more, chatting about where they might go on holiday and what they were going to do with all their spare time, but while she was speaking, I was day dreaming about her.

My sexy thoughts changed the way our conversation continued about holiday destinations. Aunt Claire even littered innuendo into our chat which we both thought so funny, until she brought up last Sunday again. My heart was suddenly racing again as I sipped the last dregs of my coffee, listening to her describe how she felt when she first touched and kissed me. I was feeling like the room suddenly got very warm again.

She noticed that something had changed in my face, and reached out for me. I watched her gently stroke along my arm, using only the back of her hand. I was feeling tingles and I was getting very turned on.

"I love touching you. Feeling your soft skin." She said softly, reaching as far as she could up my arm. My breathing had got a little faster and she could see the effect she was having on me. I wanted to touch her too but it felt awkward sat opposite each other with this damn table in the way.

Breaking the spell, Aunt Claire stood and took our mugs over to the sink. She turned making sure she let me see her naked body under the kaftan and asked if I would stay for lunch. She was making Spaghetti Bolognese, and she had so much more to tell me.

"Of cccourse." I stuttered. "I can stay all day if you want."

I was hooked. My mind was focussed on her.

She walked back to me, smiled, then bent down and kissed me full on the lips once more. With eyes closed, I went limp. That kiss lingered on my lips before she then pulled me to my feet. "Does my little sex kitten fancy a G and T?" She asked seductively.

I looked around confused, then at the clock above the door. It was a bit early for alcohol, but hey I didn't care. I was game, so I dumbly nodded.

"Let's get comfy then." She said pulling me to the living room.

I was a little weak kneed as I followed her, feeling happy, relaxed, turned on but most of all very very warm. We walked hand in hand into the living room then she let go of me and walked over to the bar. She handed me the ice bucket as she took two tumblers from the shelf.

"Could you?" She asked.

Nodding, I padded off to the kitchen to fill the bucket with a few ice cubes, returning to see her poised with two bottles in her hands, one gin, the other tonic water.

I put the ice bucket on the bar. "Go sit down." She ordered.

I sat down on the sofa, staring and smiling at her as she slowly walked over to me, balancing two over filled tumblers. The light through the windows behind her made the white kaftan almost invisible. Oh God I wanted to touch her. I took my drink as she put hers on the coffee table. She walked over to one of the cupboards and retrieved a cloth bag. It looked like it was quite full of something, and I was sure she was going to show me its contents. She returned to join me putting the bag to the side of the sofa, she sat down and lifted her glass. I wondered what was in the bag.

"Cheers." She said as we chinked our glasses.

I took a big sip and sat back. Whoosh. There was the alcoholic kick. That dry taste hit my throat and I immediately thought that there was a lot more gin than tonic in that drink. She looked at me.

"I am so sorry for last Sunday." She said again as I took another sip. "But I can tell you that Bob and I were still very turned on all afternoon. We didn't have sex after you left, buuuuut..........." She wiggled her eyebrows.

I coughed and made a fake look of shock, but couldn't stop smiling.

"Noooo, it's true." She continued looking serious. "I sucked his cock for the rest of the afternoon while we watched TV." My grin was getting bigger and I was desperate to giggle.

"But, he went to work that night with a massive smile on his face."

I burst out laughing. I couldn't help it as she looked at me quizzically. I stopped enough to say. "I did exactly the same for Jim when I told him I was visiting you this weekend." I confessed. "He too went home with a big grin."

We both laughed our heads off, then shouted at the same time. "MEN."

We drank, we laughed and it was a such a great morning, but her body in that dress was still on my mind. We had finished over half a bottle of gin, so I had to excuse myself to go to the loo. As I walked off, Aunt Claire shouted. "And get out of those jeans. In fact ....... Hang on. I will be back in a minute."

I smiled at her as she got up and ran past me to the hallway. I followed her, watching her bum as she went upstairs. I turned and went into the downstairs toilet.

I removed my jeans in the hallway before using the loo. After I finished peeing, I used the flannel that was there. I knew it was there for only one reason, so once finished, I opened the door, and there was Aunt Claire stood waiting with the kaftan I wore last weekend draped over her arm. "Look what I got," she said, "It's all washed and fresh. Now you can get comfy."

Excellent I thought, and as I was about to reach for it, she pointed at the wooden bench where my jeans were placed and said. "Put everything on there," then she walked off to the living room, taking the dress with her.

I looked at her walk off feeling a little confused. Still, with the alcohol lowering my inhibitions, I did as she said and stripped off down to my black bra and black knickers. I turned and caught my reflection in the mirror. I stood there, in my underwear, looking at myself. I day dreamed of her kissing my naked shoulders, her lips on my neck. I swallowed, snapping myself out of the dream then walked into the living room.

Aunt Claire was stood by the sofa taking another sip of gin, frowning, pointing at my bra and panties. "Hey hey hey. Sex slaves don't get to wear any clothes. Have you gone all shy on me?"

As I walked up to her, I swallowed again, and looked down. I reached behind me and undid my bra, feeling the cool air and the sudden weight of my breasts. I sucked in my stomach as I looked around for somewhere to put it.

"Give it to me." She said holding her hand out.

I handed my bra to her then with a little more courage, I pushed my panties down my legs, picking them up and giving them to her outstretched hand. Aunt Claire watched each awkward movement I made, but then stared at my panties in her hand.

I stood there naked, my hands held in front of me. I felt a draft was coming from somewhere and I was feeling vulnerable, nervous but excited as I waited for her to give me the kaftan.

Aunt Claire took my panties but noticed something. I was mortified when she opened them, showing me the crotch and a small wet patch.

"Is that because of me?" Her question was so embarrassing that I wanted the ground to swallow me up. She knew exactly what she was doing and asked again in a soft voice. "Did this happen because you were thinking about me?" she asked with smiling eyes. "Did my little submissive get turned on seeing me?"

Looking up and into her eyes, I wanted to tell her, so I nodded. "Yes Mistress." I answered truthfully.

She threw my bra and my panties on to a chair and stood looking down at me with an air of superiority. It is hard to describe my actual feelings at that time because I was enjoying the obvious power transfer between us. She had me naked while she was dressed, and I was stood before her, a submissive waiting for her to command me. Something in me wanted to do anything she said, and I really wanted her to be in control.

I looked up and into her eyes for any sign of what she had planned for me. There it was again, that need to be told what to do, and seeing her face, she knew it.

She reached out and held my chin in her fingers, then with the back of her hand, she started stroking down my neck to my cleavage. Her feather touch gave me goose bumps all over my body, building my excitement, and oh wow, my heart was beating wildly.

She then gently kissed me, pecking my lips and face. I just stood there, my arms hung limply by my sides, eyes closed, allowing myself to float away with her soft touching and light kisses. She circled the shape of my breasts, then using her forefingers and thumbs, she gently squeezed one of my nipples, but just as quick, she then stroked down my stomach.

Everything felt so amazing and relaxing until I couldn't help giggle and squirm as she touched a ticklish spot. After a brief fit of giggling between us, she resumed with her hands finally stroking the sides of my hips and it was there that she stopped.

I kept my eyes closed as I heard her take her dress off. Then I felt her naked body press against me. Mmmmmm. Her sweet perfume and then her hot breath filled my nose as she kissed me full on the lips. Our mouths opened and our tongues slowly searched and touched. We both swallowed, kissed and licked each other's mouths. We were both enjoying every touch and taste.

Her arms circled me and held me tight to her body, her breasts pressed against mine, her cold warm skin rubbing against me. Hearing her rapid breathing and hot breath revealed how much she was turned on and enjoying our closeness.

Our kissing was getting quite frenzied now. Her hands stroked and lifted my bum, pulling my cheeks apart so much that I could feel the air cooling my little hole. In reply to her touches, I started to stroke down her back and to her waist. I too found a ticklish spot but I didn't stop while she squirmed, as I too then grabbed and squeezed her bum.

My vagina was wet and I was feeling that familiar tingling so I had to move my hips in a searching fucking motion. Her bum was so lovely and soft, my hands were full, but I wanted to feel if she was as wet as I was. I stroked round her hip and with a flat hand, I cupped her pussy, feeling her heat and wetness on my fingers.

We stopped kissing and I opened my eyes to look into hers. She was looking at my face all the time as I slowly pushed my middle finger between her wet labia, pressing and lifting it as I inserted it into her hot soaking and sloppy feeling vagina. She leaned her body away from me, and pushed her hips up just enough to let me get my finger as deep as I could inside her. I licked my lips in a hungry desperate need, as I wiggled my finger inside her, feeling the crinkly folds of skin in her body.

I looked at her expressions as she gasped and gently bucked her hips on my hand and on my finger. I felt her squeeze it once, then twice with her muscles before she grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away. She lifted it and held it between us and we both looked at my fingers, wet with the thick juice of her pussy.

She looked at me in the eyes and raised her eyebrows. "Taste me." She ordered as she put the tip of my fingers to my lips. "Taste me. Taste my pussy."

Hearing those words made me feel like a slut. The look on her face was one of desire and filthy lust. She wanted me to taste her vagina, and I had to do it as she watched. She sounded so domineering so I opened my lips just enough for my middle and forefinger to slowly slide into my mouth, and halfway in, I sucked on them. I was losing all sense of right and wrong as I was thinking that this was a woman's vagina juice on my fingers. I sucked loudly to make the point that I was enjoying her scent and taste, then I swallowed. I was trying to remember the taste I was experiencing. I was hungry for her, but her pussy tasted different from others I had sucked, hers was almost like how a pear tastes when you bite into it.

Her breathing was becoming loud and fast, she was so turned on watching me. That drove me on, I wanted to put on a real good show for her, so like a slut licking cum from Jim's cock, I seductively sucked my fingers and swallowed her juice, while my other hand gently stroked her goose bumpy body.

In reply, she bent down slightly to kiss my nipple, but then I felt her hand stroke round my hip, then down between my legs. I pushed my knees out a little as I felt her fingers circle my clit but without touching it. Oh God, she was driving me mad with desire. She sucked on my nipple, then with her long fingers, she parted my labia, and I felt the gentle touch of a finger lay along my clit and just touch my vagina. I couldn't help but buck my hips to try to get her to touch me harder, I wanted her fingers in me, but nooooooo, she backed away. Damn it.

"Uh Uh Uh. Don't move." She said looking up at me.

I stopped sucking my now clean fingers, as I was sure all of her scent and essence was now almost certainly in my stomach. My other hand now rested on her shoulder, stroking her neck and touching her hair.

Her mouth resumed sucking and pulling on my nipple, her fingers meanwhile, resumed their torture on my vulva, parting my labia once more, laying her finger along my clit and vagina. I felt her finger gently touch around my now opening vagina, her searching having me on the edge of complete sexual abandonment and lust. I wanted her to penetrate me, I was aching for it. I was even shaking because she had me in such a state. I was hungry for sex as I moved my hips ever so slightly so that she could push her finger inside me.

She didn't. Instead, she gave my pussy a little finger wiggle, rubbing over my clit and labia. Oh yessss, keep doing that I thought. She stopped, then did it again. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. She was teasing me, slowly building my need to cum. She was torturing me. I was loudly gasping with each pleading breath and I was almost to the point of begging her to finger fuck me I was getting that desperate.

She stopped sucking my right nipple, and moved to the other one. Oh, she was good. She had me practically begging for harder finger touching and I wanted to do exactly whatever she wanted to get her to do it. I was getting so worked up that an orgasm was quickly building inside me, but this was different. I knew that it was going to be a tortured climax, and I love to cum so big when I do this at home.

I noticed I was swallowing more often, my breathing was fast and loud, my body was shaking and moving to try to get more contact, and then, her fingers spread my labia just a bit more and I felt her finger press onto my open vagina.

She inserted a finger inside me.

"Ooooooohhhhh." A tortured sound escaped my lips.

With my breast in her mouth, I saw the smile on her face as she finger-fucked me, but Oh God, she was doing it so agonisingly slow. Her finger easily slid in and out because I was so wet. I could feel it slide in me, stop, then slide out, and I wanted to squeeze and trap her finger when I thought I could feel it as deep as she could get. I had to buck my hips, I was so close to cumming.

"Ohhhhhh yessssssss. Please don't stop. Please. Yes. Oh yessssssss." I was slurring my words as my mind clouded with just one aim.

My eyes were glazing over. I felt her finger wiggle inside me, her palm rubbing my clit. It was dirty, depraved and it felt so good. I was a dirty slut, getting fingered and fucked by another woman, but I wanted that finger to be bigger, I wanted it deeper, I wanted to cum for her, cum for my Mistress.

My hips were making small jerks as my knees rapidly bent then straightened. Her fingers continued to jiggle and fuck my pussy, but then she pulled my hand and placed it on her hanging breast.

I immediately slid my hand round to feel the weight and softness of it. Mmmmmmm, it felt so good as I squeezed it. It was so heavy and full but it was feeling that naked softness in my hand that made my mind start to tumble towards an orgasm.

"Yessssssss. Pleeeeeease don't ..........stopppp." I heard myself shouting again, as my head fell back. My orgasm was so close. I was nearly there. Nearly about to explode. It was building.......so clossssssse. Yesss, yessssssss.

She suddenly removed her fingers. She stopped sucking my breast. Noooooo. She stood back and just watched me. Noooooo, don't stop. I wanted to explode. My mind was focussed on pure lust and sex. What was she doing. I wanted to cum. Damn Damn Damn.

"Nooooooooooo, please, please.......dont........" I cried.

My hips were jerking for her fingers to keep touching me. I let go of her breast and reached down to touch myself. I had to finish what she had started. I had to frig my pussy, but she grabbed my hand.

"Pleeeeeeease.....Oh fuck." I was begging. "Pleeease let me finish."

Nothing in the world mattered. I was thinking of ways to get myself over the edge. Images flashed in my mind. My fingers rubbing my clit. I was on the floor three fingers inside me. I was fucking Jim, his hips hammering his thick cock into me. I wanted to cum. Oh please, fuck I wanted to cum. Please.

Aunt Claire just stood there, watching me shake, beg, swear and plead to let me cum, her hands holding my wrists, stopping me from touching myself.

She held my wrists up and looked me in the eyes. I felt a little scared. "You want to cum?" What a stupid question I thought. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Damn it. She was a bitch. How could she do this to me.

She started walking backwards towards the sofa, pulling me as she went. I followed her, reluctantly, my legs feeling wobbly, my body making the occasional involuntary jerk as I walked because my pussy was feeling so wet and sensitive. She stopped when the back of her legs pressed against the sofa seat.

"Before I let you cum.........." She continued in a quiet controlling voice, looking directly into my fluttering eyes. "I want something from you."

I was still close to an orgasm, still sensitive but I listened intently to what she was saying, my breathing was loud and juddering. I wondered what she wanted. Hurry I want to cum. Please, I thought, tell me, tell me what you want me to do.

"Sunday." She started. "I said I wanted you as my sex slave." She lifted my chin. "Today I want you to tell me YOU want to be mine. YOU have to tell me YOU WANT to be my sex slave."

I swallowed nervously, but my mind was still clouded with my need to cum.

"Go on. Tell me you want to submit to me. You do want to be mine don't you?." She asked, searching my eyes for compliance.

I nodded all too eagerly. Of course I would agree. I would do anything for her. "Yes." I almost shouted.

"YES MISTRESS." She scolded me.