How I became lesbian Slave ( Copied ) written by “laffalot”

[hirarandi]

"Do those pissy panties taste good slave?" Emma asked "You were a naughty girl you know. You ruined my thong, then pissed in your pants. Only a naughty girl would do that. Do you know what happens to naughty girls? They get punished, that's what." She was walking around me while she berated me. "Since your husband is away, I guess I'll have to be the one who doles out the punishment to you."

She had this amazing sense of authority as she walked around me. I felt like I was back in grade college getting bitched out by the principal. I hated it, but I loved it also.

"So here's what's going to happen." She continued. "First, you will need to pay me back for ruining my thong. The price will be paid for by your tongue. You will use your tongue to please me. I will decide when you have paid me enough. Second, you will need to be punished for pissing yourself like a child. For that, I will have to spank your bare bottom. I'll decide how many spankings you deserve after you finish paying me back. When your punishment is complete, I'll decide if you get to cum or not. Am I making myself perfectly clear slave?"

My mind was reeling. What she was talking about was stuff that lesbians did. I'm not a lesbian. I've never even really thought about that stuff before. I was thinking about it then though. I was wondering if I could allow myself to do those things. Would that mean I was a lesbian? Would it mean I was cheating on my husband? Would I enjoy it?

Emma kneeled down in front of me and said "Spit out those panties." I was more than happy to obey that order. When they were out of my mouth, the aftertaste hit and my stomach hitched. It was pretty bad, but I was so glad to have them out of my mouth. She spun around and planted her ass on the floor in front of me, then spread her legs wide open. I was looking down into hairless pussy, and I couldn't help but think that it looked...beautiful. I also couldn't deny the fact that my mouth began to water. It almost seemed like I wanted to do it.

"You've never eaten a pussy before, have you?" she asked, and I shook my head no. "Go on, get down there and smell it."

Well I could smell it from where I was, but I didn't tell her that. Instead, I did what she asked and slowly, haltingly lowered my face down until I was maybe an inch from her vagina, and took a deep breath, filling my lungs with her sexy scent. It was an intoxicating smell and it turned me on even more than I would have thought possible. I felt her hand on my head, gently caressing me and her fingers entangling themselves in my hair. Her caress was like that of a lover, and for the moment that's what I felt like she and I were, but the moment didn't last long.

I was enjoying the heady smell of her sex and the calming feeling of her playing with my hair when all of a sudden, she closed her fist around a clump of hair and roughly pulled my face into her crotch. My mouth clamped shut instinctively, even though my hair was getting yanked somewhat painfully. "Mmmmmm" I think I yelped. I know that she had already told me that I was going to have to lick her down there but it was still a shock getting my face pushed into it.

The feel of her pussy on my face was kind of what I expected. It was soft and hot, wet and silky, creamy and fragrant. It was, in a word, lovely. A straight woman, a married straight woman, is not supposed to like vagina, but in that moment, I did like it, and I wanted to taste it.

I tentatively stuck out my tongue and was rewarded with the most wonderful taste. Okay, it's not dark chocolate good, but dark chocolate doesn't get my pussy dripping. Her taste was different from my taste, (yes, I confess, I have tasted my pussy juices before) but not that different. I would say that, because of the heat of the day, the fact that she had spent the day moving, and probably the fact that I don't think she wiped herself after pissing, probably contributed to her taste being stronger than my taste. It didn't matter though, I thought it was perfect and began to lick her all over.

The grip on my hair loosened and once more became caressing as I went to work licking pussy for the first time in my life. I wondered what Dave would say if he walked in right now. Probably something like - "Hey honey, the convention got cancelled and I caught an earlier fl...what the... Kate? What are you doing? Get your tongue out of that woman's vagina!!! Oh my God Kate, are you a...a...lesbian???" I almost laughed out loud at the thought of what his face would look like. His mouth would be hanging open, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, it would be hilarious. Of course the funny would only last for a few seconds, then the sky would split open and all hell would rain down. The carnage would be extreme.

I was licking pussy and enjoying it, but there was still a little problem with my conscience. I felt really bad about myself for being so weak, and for cheating, and for doing immoral things. In fact, I felt so guilty about what I was doing, that I stopped licking for a few seconds and started to sit up. "I can't do this." I said as I began to pull away.

Emma thought that I could do it, and she wasn't about to let me stop. Her hand instantly gripped into my hair again and she growled at me, kind of like a wild dog. "Don't you fucking stop now." She snapped, then pulled me back down into her saying "I'll tell you when you are done."

I wasn't really scared of Emma, that's not why I let her dominate me, but she took control and I had to decide whether to allow it or not. I chose to allow it and play my part. I started licking her again, deciding at that moment that I was going to go all the way. I would play the part of the good little slave and enjoy it as much as I could.

The more I licked her, the easier it became and the more I became turned on. Emma started to moan and her breathing picked up until she was huffing like a locomotive. I really don't know how long I was down there licking away at her sweet pussy, but I know that my mouth was getting sore and my tongue was tired by the time she began to cum.

There was no question about it when she started to cum either. Her thighs clamped tightly together, pinching my head in a vise like grip. Even though my ears were plugged by her muscular thighs, I could hear her wailing. But the most obvious part was that her pussy gushed, something I'd heard about before but never really believed was true. I guess that I always suspected it was a myth perpetuated by the adult video industry. This was no myth however, as a squirt of creamy fluid entered my mouth. With no way to pull my head away, I had no option but to swallow. There wasn't a huge amount though and I didn't really mind.

After what I figured must have been a powerful orgasm, Emma's legs went limp and she pushed me back. Her face had that freshly fucked look on it, you know what I mean, the deep blush that flows down her neck, the dreamy look in her eyes, and the puffy lips. I felt a measure of pride in the knowledge that I had caused that look.

As for my face, I stood up and looked in the mirror and had to stifle a giggle. My chin, cheeks and nose looked like a freshly dipped honey glazed donut. I reached down to the sink and turned on the water, intending to wash myself, but Emma stopped me.

"Hey, don't wash that off." She snapped, then added "I want you to let my juices dry on your face. I want you to smell my pussy all night long."

I left the water running as I looked back at her, still lying on my bathroom floor, her now messy looking pussy still spread wide open. She couldn't seriously think that I would go to bed without washing my face, but I decided to go ahead and play along for a little while longer, after all, I was still horny. I nodded my head, then reached around and shut off the water.

"That's a good little slave." She said with a smile. "Now, let's go somewhere more comfortable so you can get the second part of your punishment."

I shivered in anticipation at what was to come. I've never really been spanked before. Maybe as a child, by an adult, but I don't even remember that. The only thing I remember about that was sometimes my dad would say "I'll tan your hide" when I wasn't listening or I was being unruly, but I don't remember him ever actually following through with his threats.

I helped Emma up from the floor and she seemed to be more steady now. She led the way back into the living room and told me to lay face down across the arm of the couch, so that my ass was in the air and easy for her to reach. I was prickly with excitement, or maybe it was a result of the wine, but I did as I was told.

"For the crime of pissing in your panties, I hereby sentence you to twenty five swats on the buttocks." Emma announced cheekily. "Do you have anything to say for yourself before your punishment begins?"