| Lesbian: BDSM: How I Met My Mistress IV (1/3) |
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My relationship with my Mistress once we met was a whirlwind affair. I felt like a princess in many ways. I moved in after several months of visiting her on weekends. We spent the entire first week shopping for a whole new wardrobe for me. At one store while in the fitting room with my Mistress, she dropped her pants and spread her legs, looking at me. I was in a very seductive side-slit skirt with sexy Victoria’s Secret bra and mile high heels. My Mistress did not have to say a word. I went to my knees and began licking and sucking my Mistress, using tongue, lips, and doing it just the way she liked. She began moaning loudly and grabbed the back of my head with both hands, pushing my face further into her clit. I felt smothered but horny as hell. I had never eaten someone in a high-end store fitting room. What made it more exciting was the fact that the door was open on the bottom, meaning anyone who cared to look would know what was going on inside. Not to mention the loud moaning my Mistress was doing. I continued to lick and suck, enjoying the naughtiness of the whole thing, when I heard a knock on the door. It was the fitting room attendant saying, “Excuse me. Miss, can I help you? Hello!” At just that moment my Mistress came. She let out a loud moan and it could not have been more obvious what that moan signaled. I licked my Mistress clean and the attendant continued knocking. My Mistress was laughing. She stood and pulled up her panties and pants. She said, “Go open the door in your bra and let her know that we are just fine and will not need her help.” I looked at my Mistress, turning red, and went to the door. It was a middle-aged woman standing there and she looked really annoyed. I opened and said, “Hi, we are fine, we were just having a problem with this skirt! I mean getting it on! I mean we are fine. Thank you.” The woman looked at me disgustedly and stomped off. My Mistress stood there laughing her head off while I was explaining myself to the attendant. She enjoyed seeing me embarrassed and fumbling around for words. “Getting it on?” she laughed hysterically. “Oh, that’s good!” This was just one of many embarrassments or humiliations that I would face, but it was enjoyable also. I liked that my Mistress was so free. She had brought me to a place I wanted to be and was afraid of in the past. While submitting to her I had become more free and adventurous than I had ever been. But I also had to learn to submit and follow through with things, which at times I had a problem with. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to do those things. Just that I was not quite as disciplined as my Mistress. I admired her discipline and wanted to develop that trait in myself. One day my Mistress was very busy. She had very varied business interests. She had left me a list of chores she needed taken care of that day. I went through them the best I could, but did not finish the list. When my Mistress came home she was furious. “I would not have given you more chores than could be done in a day,” she said. “You really disappoint me, do you know |
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sweet love story
