Educating Mary Ch. 01

Pulling back from Mary's mouth, Erica steered her back into the bedroom. "I think it's time we found you some clothes, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Mary replied, ashamed by the gratitude in her voice but unable to conceal it. Erica gave her a brilliant smile.

"That's the spirit," she praised, and stroked Mary's cheek with her knuckles. Mary blushed a deep crimson, pleased by the praise and furious with herself because of it.

Leaving Mary to stand naked on the floor, Erica opened the walk-in closet and peered inside. "No... no... no, not this one yet... ah, yes, here we go," Mary could hear her mutter. She pulled something on a hanger out of the cabinet and turned, holding it out for Mary's inspection.

It took Mary a moment to realise what she was looking at. When she did, she gasped loudly in outrage, her eyes bulging. The outfit Erica had chosen for her was a mini-dress in red leather, sleeveless, with a very short skirt and a zipper running from the neckline down to the hemline. It hung from the clothes hanger in Erica's hand, the shiny leather glistening in the bedroom lights.

"Put this on," said Erica, holding the dress out to Mary. With trembling hands, she took the garment, the thin leather soft between her fingers. Casting nervous glances at the rod in Erica's hand, Mary opened the zipper and slipped the skimpy dress on. The tall blonde was watching her with a small smile tugging at her lips. Mary's trembling hands meant that she fumbled with the zipper before fitting the two halves together and pulling it up as far as it went. Then she looked up at Erica, who was now holding something else in her hand.

"Now this," she said. In her hand was a black leather collar, about two centimetres wide, a metal clasp at the back and a steel ring in front. Mary didn't have to be told that the ring was for the fitting of a leash. She took the offered collar, staring at it as though it was a venomous snake.

"Go ahead, put it on," said Erica. Her cold blue eyes held Mary's brown ones as she lifted the collar to her throat and fitted it around her own neck. She reached behind her neck, pressing the two halves together, and with an audible click, the collar locked around her neck.

"You will wear that collar the whole time you're staying here," Erica informed her in a calm voice. "If you try to remove it, I will have to punish you." A faint shudder went through Mary's body at the thought. Then Erica smiled. "However, since you was such a good girl, putting on your clothes without any trouble, I think you have earned a reward." She crooked a finger, waving Mary over to her, and she went, the short leather skirt swishing around her hips. Mary was very much aware of how her lotion-slick, newly shaved pussy was stimulated by her thighs rubbing together as she walked, but there was nothing she could do about it.

"I want you to take off my coat," said Erica when Mary stood in front of her, eyes downcast. Her hand rubbed along the outside of Mary's thigh. "Go ahead, start with the top button."

The black leather coat Erica was wearing was held closed by a single row metal buttons down the front. Mary, her mouth dry, took hold of the leather and pulled, opening the first one with a sharp click. Her hands dropped to the next one, opening that as well. Meanwhile, Erica's hand kept caressing her thigh.

As she unbuttoned the coat, Mary couldn't help but stare at the body she was uncovering underneath. Erica's breasts were big, made to look even bigger by the black leather corset the blonde woman wore under her coat. The tight-fitting leather lifted and shaped, while being low-cut enough to expose Erica's hard nipples, jutting proudly from the firm mounds of flesh.

Erica grabbed a fistful of Mary's long black hair and pulled her face towards her breasts. "Suck my nipples," she ordered the collared brunette. Mary cast a fearful glance up at her tormentor's face, and the stern gaze she saw there had her avert her eyes and open her mouth for the nipple that pressed against her closed lips. The hard little bud entered her mouth, and she sucked at it hesitantly.

After having nursed on Erica's breast for a while, Mary felt her tug on her hair. "Now the other one," said Erica, and Mary obediently let the wet nipple slip from her mouth and had her head guided over to the other breast. Again she opened her mouth, and sucked hard on the nipple she was offered. She was rewarded with a low moan, almost like a cat purring, from the tall blonde.

Another tug on her hair pulled Mary's mouth away from the nipple. "You haven't opened all the buttons yet," Erica whispered into her ear in a low, husky voice. "Keep going." Mary's fumbling hands found the next button and popped it with another sharp little click. "Get down on your knees," ordered Erica while pressing down on Mary's shoulders. Mary knelt in front of her, her fingers obediently seeking the next button in Erica's coat. When she had opened the last one, Erica's hand came down to cup her chin, lifting her face.

Under her black leather coat the blonde was wearing a black leather corset, as Mary had already seen. Fine little chains hung from one side to the other, crisscrossing Erica's belly. A zipper ran from low on the belly and disappeared between Erica's thighs. On her feet Erica wore black leather boots that went all the way up to her thighs, leaving just a thin strip of exposed skin between the top of her boots and the bottom of her corset. Mary stared at the fetish outfit, feeling profoundly intimidated.

Reaching out with a booted foot, Erica snagged the stool by the makeup table and pulled it over to her. Then she raised her left foot and placed on the stool. Her leather-clad groin was just in front of Mary's face.

"Open the zipper," she instructed in a tone that clearly would brook no insolence.

Mary was shaking her head, her eyes wide. Sexually inexperienced she might be, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what the tall blonde would have her do next. "No, please, I won't... I can't do that," she pleaded, her voice breaking up.

"And we were just getting along so well," Erica sighed. In a gentle, almost loving voice, she went on. "You might as well get on with it. We both know you'll do it in the end. It's just a matter of how much I have to make you scream first, you know." The ball at the end of the black rod caressed Mary's cheek, Erica's thumb on the activation button.

Her mouth dry with fear, Mary realised the woman was right. Eventually she would have to. Being conditioned to obedience from childhood, Mary saw no point in acts of defiance, especially considering the pain she knew Erica would inflict on her. Taking hold of the zipper, she pulled it down slowly. It went all the way between Erica's legs and up along her arse; Mary pulled it as far as it went.

"Now kiss my pussy," Erica ordered sternly. Mary hesitated, staring at the sight directly in front of her face. Erica was obviously a natural blonde, the neatly trimmed patch of hair on her vulva a bright blonde. Her pussy lips were clean-shaven and glistening with moisture, clear evidence that the dominatrix was enjoying her work. An unusually large clitoris, over three centimetres long and quite thick, peeked out from under its fleshy hood. The scent of aroused woman wafted from her pussy, its heavy musk tingling in Mary's nostrils. The rod pressed gently against the back of her head, the implication clear; Mary's head came forward until her lips touched the wet pussy.

Fighting down revulsion and a strong desire to gag, Mary kissed Erica's swollen pussy, keeping her mouth firmly closed. The thought of tasting another woman's pussy was not only revolting, but humiliating and shameful as well. How could Jeff possibly have done this to her? How could he have left her with this woman? She knew she would never forgive him for this.

Erica's voice cut through the cloud of despair. "No, no, this won't do," she chided sternly. "Open your mouth and suck on my pussy. Go ahead; you don't want to make me upset with you."

Mary took a deep breath, then opened her mouth and pressed her lips against Erica's pussy. The leather-clad blonde had once again taken a fistful of her black hair and pressed her face firmly against her pussy. Mary steeled herself, and sucked softly on a swollen pussy lip. The tangy taste filled her mouth, and she pulled her mouth away, only to have Erica hold her in place while pushing her pussy against her face.

"Put your tongue inside me," the blonde ordered, and with a shudder of revulsion, Mary complied. Her tongue slipped between the soft, slick folds of Erica's pussy lips, dipping inside her sopping wet hole. Juices trickled along the extended tongue and into Mary's mouth. Erica ground her hips against Mary's lips, coating her chin and cheeks in her juices. "Lick along the pussy lips," Erica instructed, and Mary did as she was told, licking with a flat tongue along the smooth, slippery pussy. She noticed the protruding clit against the edge of her tongue, but since Erica didn't comment, she ignored it and kept licking.

"You're such a good girl," Erica purred. She twitched her hips, aligning her large clit with Mary's mouth. "Take my clit in your mouth and suck on it."

The slippery nub pushed against her lips, and Mary allowed it inside. To her mild surprise it wasn't nearly as disgusting as she'd thought. Erica moaned softly as she closed her lips around her clit. "Oh yes," she said. "Mmmm, that's so good. Suck on it, gently."

Mary sucked carefully on the clit, nursing it as if it was a nipple, and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure from Erica. "Oooh, your mouth feels so good," she whispered. "Tease it with your tongue while you're sucking." Mary did so, flicking her tongue over the tip of the clit. Erica's breath, she could hear, was coming in short, sharp bursts, and she was grinding her pussy against Mary's face. The scent of her pussy mixed with leather made Mary's head spin. She tried pulling back a little, but Erica clearly wouldn't have any of that; she pushed her hips forward, keeping her pussy glued to Mary's mouth. The brunette was kneeling with her head tilted backwards, Erica standing above her, all but riding her upturned face. The zipper was rubbing uncomfortably against her cheeks, and Erica's juices were dribbling down her chin, but Mary kept sucking and tonguing the large clitoris in her mouth.

"Oh, I'm going to come," Erica moaned softly. "I'm going to come on your mouth, sweetie." She bucked hard, her whole body trembling, as she pressed her pussy hard against Mary's open mouth. A wordless, throaty groan came from the tall woman, and Mary felt a tremor run through her, followed closely by another, than a third and a fourth, as Erica had a powerful orgasm. Her legs nearly buckled, but she managed to keep upright, maintaining her firm grip on Mary's hair, pressing her face into her pussy.

When the last tremor had passed, Erica took her foot off the stool and sank slowly to her knees in front of Mary. The lower half of the brunette's face was wet with pussy juices, and there were red marks on her cheeks where the zipper had rubbed the soft skin raw. Erica pulled Mary to her, kissing her on the lips, her tongue teasing its way inside her mouth. The taste of her own juices from her slave's mouth added to her excitement.

"You've been a very good girl," she crooned softly. "I think that you've earned a reward, don't you?" The little tug on Mary's hair made it clear that a reply was expected.

"Yes, Mistress," Mary said weakly, not sure what else to say.

That seemed satisfactory to Erica, though. She stood, pulling Mary to her feet after her. Then she guided the brunette to the large bed. "Lie down here, on your back," she ordered. Mary clambered onto the bed, looking nervously up at the blonde leaning over her. Erica took hold of Mary's wrists and pulled her arms up above her head; Mary strained against her, but it was obvious that the taller woman was considerably stronger that she was.

With deft, practiced movements Erica attached a leather manacle around each of Mary's wrists. Then she moved down to her feet and did the same there, holding each ankle in a strong grip while buckling the restraints firmly in place.

"What are you going to do to me?" Mary managed to ask. If she'd been scared before, she was utterly terrified now.

"Why, I'm going to give you your reward, darling," Erica smiled at her. Standing at the foot of the bed, she pulled on the chains that were attached to the horizontal metal bar, spreading Mary's legs wide. When the attachments were as far apart as Mary's legs could go, Erica twisted a wing screw, locking them in place on the metal bar and leaving Mary on her back, her arms over her head and her legs spread wide apart.

Erica stood at the foot of the bed, letting her eyes wander over Mary's body. The brunette shivered, dreading whatever it was the other woman had in mind for her. The blonde removed her leather coat, tossing it carelessly on the nearby stool. Then the dreaded black rod followed. She smiled at Mary, letting her hands slide over herself, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples, then letting her hands wander down the front of her corset, playing with the chains that crossed her belly. One hand went back up to her breasts, while the other dipped between her thighs, and Mary could see the muscles in her arm move under the skin as she fingered herself. Mary could almost feel her gaze like a physical touch as it travelled up her legs to her exposed pussy.

Withdrawing her fingers from her cunt, Erica climbed onto the bed. She swung one leg in a thigh-high boot across Mary's body, straddling her hips. She leaned forward and held her finger, wet with her juices, to Mary's lips. When she pushed, Mary didn't dare to resist, so she opened her mouth, letting the intrusive digit inside, tasting Erica's juices again.

When Erica was satisfied her finger was clean, she pulled it out of Mary's mouth. Resting on her elbows on either side of Mary's shoulders, she cupped her face in her hands and lowered her lips to Mary's. This time it wasn't a deep kiss, just soft little touches of her lips on Mary's, warm and sensual. Mary found her lips relaxing, almost to the point of returning the kisses. Then Erica moved her lips down, planting soft, wet kisses along Mary's jaw and neck, trailing her lips and tongue down the brunette's sensitive throat. She deliberately scraped her teeth along the skin, making goose bumps stand up along Mary's arms.

Moving down from the neck, Erica took hold of the zipper in Mary's dress and began pulling it slowly down, her lips trailing behind as more and more of her flesh was exposed. Mary tried twisting and turning, but the restraints were too tight; there was no room to wiggle. Erica pulled the zipper down to Mary's navel, then peeled back the dress, baring her breasts. With a wicked gleam in her eye she lowered her head and sucked one nipple into her warm mouth. To her horror, Mary felt a tingle of pleasure, and began struggling against her bonds, but to no avail. Erica, appearing not to care, moved from one nipple to the other, sucking and biting gently, sometimes pausing to kiss and lick the soft mounds before returning her attention to the proud nipples.

Eventually she apparently felt that Mary's breasts had received enough attention, and sat up, now kneeling between the bound woman's spread legs. "You liked that, didn't you?" she said, teasing.

"No, I didn't," Mary spat defiantly.

Erica arched an eyebrow. "Really? You could have fooled me." She began caressing Mary's thighs, her thumbs rubbing their insides, only centimetres from her pussy. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you next?" she asked.

"I... I don't know," Mary lied.

"Oh, I think you do," Erica purred. "I'm going to use my fingers and mouth on your pussy until you come. It's a reward, for having been such a good girl."

Mary shook her head vehemently, not knowing what to say. Erica smiled. "Did you know," she said conversationally as her thumbs began stroking, feather-light, along Mary's outer pussy lips, "that it's possible to make a woman orgasm even if she doesn't want to?" When Mary didn't respond, she nodded, almost as to herself, and went on. "Oh yes, it is. It takes longer, of course, but with a little patience it can be done." Her fingers on Mary's pussy were more insistent now, pressing the pussy lips together around her clit. "That's what I'm going to do to you. No matter how much you fight it, no matter how much you don't want it to happen, eventually you'll come. And given a few more days," Erica's smile widened, becoming almost diabolical, "you'll beg me to let you come. In fact, very time you taste my pussy, you'll get sopping wet and beg me to give you permission to come. It's just a matter of conditioning, you see. Like Pavlov's dogs."

Tears were leaking from Mary's eyes. "No," she gasped. "No matter what you do, I'll never beg you. Never!"

Erica shook her head slowly. "Oh, sweetie, you're wrong," she said. "Everyone breaks in the end." Her face became pensive. "Some hang in longer than others, of course, but they break in the end. There was a woman, once, a year or so ago. No matter what I did, she still defied me." Mary felt a triumphant surge. "In the end," Erica recounted, "I tricked her poor husband into coming over. I kept them in separate rooms, working 5 or 6 hours every day on each of them. He cracked in, oh, was it three days? She held on, though." The look on Erica's face was wistful. One thumb was rubbing in little circles around Mary's clit. "In the end, however, I found her weak spot. I handcuffed her to a bed, this bed in fact, and then I brought her husband in. I had him satisfy me in every way you could possibly think of, and quite a few you couldn't. I used him like a toy right in front of her eyes. She cried and screamed and begged, but he was all mine by then, following my every command."

She slowly, slowly worked a manicured finger inside Mary's pussy. "What really got her, though, was when I gave her husband the key to her handcuffs and told him that he could either release her and take her away from here, or use her while she was lying there, helpless." The finger started working faster in Mary's pussy. To her enormous shame, she could feel herself become wet from the continued stimulation. "It was so touching, to see the hope in her eyes as he climbed onto the bed, key in hand. And so delicious to see that hope died when he mounted her, shoving his cock, still wet with my juices, into her pussy. He fucked her until she came, and after that, she was mine too." Erica's thumb kept stroking Mary's clit as she finger-fucked her. "I sometimes give them a call, telling them to come over, and they drop whatever they're doing and come running to me. Because when the Mistress calls, the slave comes. Pun intended."

Shifting into a more comfortable position, Erica lowered her face down to Mary's pussy. She breathed a hot breath at the swollen pussy lips, watching through her eyelashes how the brunette squirmed. She wasn't worried about the restraint; they could (and had, in fact, on more than one occasion) hold a big, strong and desperate man securely in place.

"So, are you ready to come yet?" she taunted, thrilled by the look of despair on Mary's face. This first time was always the sweetest, she thought. Later on there would be other, darker pleasures, but this first moment, when the inevitability of it all dawned on them, was special. With a smile, she lowered her mouth to the waiting pussy.

She began by licking teasingly along the pussy lips, first the outer, then the inner ones. She probed Mary's pussy hole with her tongue, rotating it slowly inside her, teasing the juices from her. Little by little Mary's pussy began to swell, blood rushing to it due to the continuous stimulation. The pussy began producing juice to lubricate itself, governed by biological mechanisms that functioned independently of will and conscious thought. Slowly her pussy became wet, and a warm, pleasant feeling began to radiate from it. Mary thrashed and bucked, but it did her no good; the restraints held, and Erica had no difficulties holding her in place.