Sharing Memories

This story is another in the 'Annabelle Randall' series.

Sharing Memories

Dear reader, you may be curious to know how a mature, respectable and sophisticated woman like myself was introduced to the world of lesbian submission, so I will tell you.

My story begins two years after my parents had divorced when my father brought Lucy, his new wife, home to live with us. She was a tall attractive lady in her late forties and I was just 18 then. My older brother Mark had left home soon after she arrived so Lucy and I would spend a lot of time together, as my father was often away on business trips.

My new stepmother was fun to be with but she gradually became very strict with me, which suited my submissive nature very well. She also became my substitute mother, because every teenage girl needs advice and direction in her life, from a mature woman. I was also somewhat confused about my sexuality at that time, because I felt equally attracted to both boys and girls.

Lucy began her subtle domination by asking me to fetch things, like a magazine or a coffee refill, as she sat watching TV. Over time her demands escalated to the point where I was required to pick up items I knew she had deliberately dropped. I later came to realise that this was all part of my training to become her plaything.

I thought at first that this behaviour towards me was strange, however in due course I found myself in thrall to this beautiful mature woman, who would often compliment me on my womanly figure and my pretty face. I suppose I fell in love with her in my girlish way, although I tried not to show it when in her company.

In bed at night I would often stroke my erect nipples and wet pussy, while pretending that it was her delicate fingers teasing my eager slit. I would even whisper her name while fingering myself until I came in a wonderful climax.

One day Lucy playfully suggested that I should flaunt my curves more by wearing a sheer see- through blouse that she had bought for me. I was very shy at first, but she persuaded me to try it on, without a bra, then come and show her how I looked.

To placate my fears she said. 'Don't be silly, we're both girls after all and nobody else can see us anyway.'

Always eager to please her, I went to my bedroom with the blouse and took off my top and bra as she had suggested. Then after putting on the new blouse, I stood in front of my mirror to see the effect.

My reflection made me gasp in awe, as I found myself looking at a grown woman whose shapely breasts were just visible through the thin material. I noticed too that the teasing caress of the smooth silk had hardened my nipples to create prominent twin peaks in the blouse.

After gazing at my image from every angle, I returned to the lounge for Lucy's inspection, feeling more mature and desirable than ever before.

When I entered the room she clapped her hands, and said. 'Oh darling, you look stunning, and that blouse certainly shows off your womanly charms. Now I want to see the full effect, so promenade around the room for me'.

Delighting in my newly found confidence, I began parading myself for Lucy whilst displaying my silk covered firm breasts for her approval.

After several minutes of watching me, she said 'Come here Annabelle, I think the blouse needs a little adjustment.'

I came and stood before her as she adjusted the collar, then she quickly undid the buttons and opened the blouse fully to expose my tits. I immediately stepped back and raised my hands to cover myself, but she slapped them away.

'I want you to continue walking around the room, with your blouse open like that'. She demanded in a stern voice.

I felt very shy, walking about with my breasts fully exposed, but soon I came to accept it as my confidence increased. In fact I had discovered how exciting it was to act so out of character by flaunting my body, even if it was to another woman.

'So, how does it feel to expose yourself? Asked Lucy

'I admit that I was a little shy at first, but it feels quite exciting now.' I truthfully replied with a giggle.

'That's good because from now on, I want you to display your breasts like this whenever we are alone in the house. Would you do that for me?'

'I would do anything for you' I replied breathlessly.

'In that case there is something else I would like you to do, and that is to try on another outfit I have bought for you.' So saying she went behind the sofa and brought out a cardboard box that she handed to me. I was intrigued and curious to see what she had bought, so I took it and went to my bedroom again to try on this new costume.

When I opened the box I was surprised to see that it contained a pretty pink dress that seemed much too small and very short. Taking it from the box I held the dress up to myself and wondered how it could possibly fit me. I finally managed to put it on, with some difficulty, but it was so small that the hem only just covered my bottom. I also discovered that the top would not close properly, so my breasts were left exposed.

The dress looked very pretty however, with lace trimming all around the edges and a little white apron to complete the ensemble. When I looked at my reflection in the mirror I was amazed at what I saw. The same grown woman stood there but dressed as a little girl this time, but with her full breasts displayed for all to see.

The mere thought of brazenly flaunting myself while wearing this tiny dress was so out of character that I felt empowered and excited by it. Indeed as I gazed enraptured at my own image I realised that my pussy was wet.

So, feeling highly aroused and very naughty, I made my way back to the lounge, only to receive a shock as I entered the room.

There sat Lucy, sprawled on the sofa in a casual manner, but now shamelessly topless with her large mature breasts exposed to my view.

'You look absolutely adorable my pet.' said Lucy as she lazily examined me from head to toe.

'Well, I am surprised, but I can say the same about you.' I said, a little embarrassed by her unexpected nudity.

'Are you shocked or embarrassed to see me like this?'

'Not at all.' I mumbled.

'Good, so carry on parading for me Annabelle, then I want you to come and cuddle up with me on the sofa.'

I began to walk around the room again feeling very turned on by proudly displaying my shapely tits and erect nipples. I even deliberately teased sometimes by bending over a little to give her a glimpse of my white panties, under my tiny pink dress.

After several minutes of flaunting myself in this manner, I saw Lucy smile and crook her index finger to indicate that I should come and sit next to her to her, which I did.

As I sat down, she put her arm around me in a warm cuddle that brought my face into direct contact with her bare breasts and my lips very close to her prominent nipples. I could also the feel the rapid pounding of her heart as I cuddled up to her.

'I think it's time that you called me Mummy when we are having our girly sessions like this, and I will call you Sylvia.' Said Lucy.

'Oh, that would be nice as I think of you as my Mummy anyway and I like the name Sylvia too. Yes, I think it would help make our girly sessions even more special.' I replied looking up, as my lips accidentally brushed her bare nipple.

'Do that again Sylvia'

'Do what again?' I asked.

'Touch my nipple, but this time use your tongue.'

Turning my head slightly now, I stuck my tongue out and slowly licked her nipple just once.

By now we were both breathing heavily with arousal.

'You are just teasing me Sylvia, aren't you?'

'I am, but what would Mummy like me to do?' I asked breathlessly.

'Mummy wants her little girl to play with her breasts and suck her nipples.' She replied.

I raised my free arm now to began stroking her soft tits with my fingers while I nuzzled and sucked her prominent rubbery nipples between my lips.

'Oh that feels lovely.' She moaned as she lay back to give me better access.

'Sylvia likes making her Mummy feel happy.' I mumbled.

'You are a good little girl.'

'Thank you Mummy.'

'Would Sylvia like to touch Mummy's pussy?'

I silently answered by sliding my hand under her skirt and letting my fingers seek out her moist honey pot. I could scarcely breath now with excitement because this was the first time I had ever touched another woman's breasts or pussy.

I diddled her for some time, and watched with great satisfaction while she moaned and screamed in pleasure, as my fingers brought her to a lovely juicy come.

This was the first time that I made another woman come. It was also the first time that another woman's pussy juices coated my fingers.

I'm feeling a little tired now so I will leave the rest of my story for another day.

PART 2

Mrs Annabelle Randall meets her young Mistress

Dear Reader,

What follows is my version of the events that led to the intimate relationship that developed between myself, and a senior student named Caroline Mayhew.

It began twenty years ago at Glendale girl's school when I was Head Mistress and Caroline was senior girl. She was at that time a precocious and very advanced 19year old, and I was a mature but somewhat naive 42 years old.

Caroline was one of those people you couldn't help but notice because of her youthful beauty and a supreme self-confidence that drew the eye and made her stand out from the crowd. She later admitted to having had a schoolgirl crush on me, a mature woman whom she regarded as being desirable and ripe for seduction. In due course we would both admit to having sexual fantasies about each other - but here I'm getting ahead of myself.

Our first encounter happened one day as I was sat working at my desk, when my office door opened and Caroline walked in. She turned to lock the door behind her then came round to my side of the desk, and just stood looking down at me with her arms folded in an intimidating manner.

Glaring up at her in annoyance at this sudden intrusion I demanded 'What is this all about Miss Mayhew?'

She stood there for a few moments longer then, in a commanding voice she replied.

'Stand up Mrs Randall and I will tell you.'

Being very submissive, I wondered if this assertive young woman was trying to dominate me here in my office. So I sat there for a while with my mind in turmoil and my heart pounding until, feeling weak at the knees, I slowly got to my feet.

Caroline now grabbed my arms to spin me round then she sat down in my chair. With our positions now reversed, she just stared me down in silence until I lowered my eyes submissively.

'That's very good Mrs Randall, now please take off your panties and hand them to me.' She said politely, as if it was a perfectly normal request.

I thought I had misheard her, due to the sudden rushing sound in my ears, so she had to repeat her demand.

'I said take off your panties Mrs Randall.'

I immediately felt compelled to obey her. So trembling with excitement, I meekly raised my skirt and bent a little to take my underwear off as ordered.

As I stepped out of my panties and handed them to her I realised that my pussy was already wet.

Caroline now made an embarrassing show of closely examining my panties, while I watched and squirmed in humiliation. Then with a triumphant smile on her pretty face, she held them up and pointed to the creamed gusset that betrayed my arousal.

'It would seem you are enjoying this, aren't you Mrs Randall?'

I felt my face turn bright red as I closed my eyes and nodded in shame.

'You are a very naughty girl Mrs Randall, now lift up your skirt and open your legs wide for me.' She whispered.

I couldn't help but obey again, as in a daze I raised my skirt with one hand while resting my other hand on her shoulder for support. Then opening my legs and bending my knees slightly, I exposed my shaved pussy to her view.

I was by now trembling and panting, as her soft fingers began gently stroking and teasing my moist pussy lips and clit. With my eyes closed, I just wallowed in the delicious humiliation of being fingered by a mere schoolgirl who was young enough to be my daughter.

I still get wet even now, when I picture myself standing there with my skirt raised, and my legs wide open for this young woman to use me any way she wished. Her knowing fingers teased my outer pussy lips then gently squeezed and rolled my erect clit for some time, before she plunged several fingers deep inside me.

Caroline made me groan with pleasure as she continued expertly fingering my private parts in this obscene manner. By now I could hear the faint squelching sounds that came from my very wet cunt, accompanied by the sound of our heavy breathing,

After several minutes of delicious torture, she had me gasping and moaning. Then her skilful fingers suddenly brought me to a powerful shuddering orgasm that left me a trembling wreck. As I sat on my desk to recover my composure, I watched her make a show of licking my pussy juice from her fingers, with that triumphant smile again on her pretty face.

'We have an understanding between us now, don't we Mrs Randall?'

'What do you mean?' I whispered.

'I mean that from now on, you are to make yourself available whenever I need you. In other words you are now my bitch, for me to use as and when I like.'

Her words made me secretly shudder with delight although I pouted like a teenager and sarcastically replied 'And I suppose you also want me to call you Mistress?'

'Yes, you are to call me Mistress when we are alone.'

'And how often will you want to use me Mistress? I asked.

'Whenever I want to, and I may also share you with some other ladies I know that have similar interests.'

'You won't tell them who I am though, will you Mistress?' I pleaded.

'You already know a few of them, as they are here in the school.' She laughed.

'From among the staff?' I asked in astonishment.

'Yes, and among some of the senior students too.'

My mind was in turmoil, as I could not quite believe what I was hearing.

'So there are several girls and staff members here in school that are your bitches, as you call them?'

'There are indeed, and as you have now joined us, you must understand it is a secret that must not be told to anyone from outside the group.

'Yes Mistress, I understand.' I meekly replied.

Caroline stood up then raising her skirt, she pointed to her exposed shaven pussy.

'Get on your knees bitch.' She demanded. 'It's my turn to be pleasured.'

I meekly knelt on the carpet as she came to stand over me. Then grabbing my hair she forced my head between her open thighs.

Thus I spent many wonderful minutes under the skirt of my Mistress, as I eagerly brought her to a knee trembling orgasm using my fingers, my lips, and my tongue.

This was the first time I tasted the sweet hairless pussy of my young Mistress. But of course, I have had the honour of performing that delightful duty very many times since.

I am now aroused all the time, by just thinking of her, and of what she might demand of me the next time we meet.

The End.

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