Copyright 2010 Lusty Library. All Rights Reserved http://www.lustylibrary.com en-us Tue, 16 Mar 2010 00:04:15 -0400 webmaster@lustylibrary.com (TheLustyLibrarian) Lesbian:BDSM http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Lesbian/BDSM/Mistress-Had-Lost-It-pt.-1_10956 Lesbian:BDSM Tue, 26 Jan 2010 11:45:26 -0500
Ring…Ring…“Hello,” I said into the receiver.“Slave!” the voice on the other end yelled.Before I could fully reply my brain rapidly flung into hyper-drive recounting the day’s events. Kitchen… check. Bathroom… check, check and check. Floors… check. Vacuuming… check.“Slave! Slave!” barked the voice.Bedroom… check. Windows… check. Outfit… umm.“You no good for nothing pussy slave,” the voice interrupted.“Yes, Mistress Goddess… that I am,” I finally said.“Have you… um never mind. Get that pussy ready for me. I’ll be home in less than thirty minutes.”“Umm…”“Umm nothing me slave! I know better than to let you get out of this one. You did it again.”Click. The phone went dead.Have I what? I… I. Check, check and check. Really have I what? God, she’s done it to me again.Putting away the receiver, I checked the clock. Five-thirty-five it read. Sighing, I looked at myself and remembered what Mistress had said. Get that pussy ready for me.Walking towards the bathroom, I stripped my clothes off and felt my pussy. Soft, prickly and cold. Had to get it ready for Mistress. Hand towel in hand, I turned the hot water on and saw my nude reflection in the mirror. Not bad! Mistress won’t think so though. She never approves.Running the towel under the hot water, I noticed my breast getting hard in the mirror and grabbed one feeling it stiffen even more as my hand rested upon it. Immediately I stepped back and remembered Mistress telling me to never play with her property.Oh my god… oh my god! ...

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She looked around the dungeon nervously, wondering what she was doing here. She must have had a screw loose to even think she belonged here. Trying to sink into herself, she slunk over toa corner and tried to burrow into the wall behind her as the thud of floggers and the groans of submissives echoed off the walls. She jumped when a sultry, seductive voice whispered hello right next to her ear.
Glancing over, there was a gorgeous, tall, dark-haired woman looking at her speculatively. Swallowing nervously, she replied, “Hello.”
“You’re new, aren't you?” the woman asked her.
“Yes Ma'am,” she replied, ducking her head, cheeks flaming.
“Why are you here?”
The woman snapped the question out with authority and without thinking, she answered, “Because I need this.”
“I'm Mistress Anne. Come with me, girl,” the lovely woman said.
Nicole, now “girl,” followed silently at her heels, head down, unquestioning, though a million ones were running through her head. Going to a small dressing room, Mistress Anne shut the door, turning to Nicole.
“Strip,” she ordered. Nicole blushed but turned and started to shrug out of her dress. “Stop!” Mistress Anne ordered. “Turn around so I can see you.”
Nicole blushed even more and lowered her head, but turned and removed her clothes, refusing to look at the woman staring at her appreciatively. When she was done, standing there naked, trying to hide her eyes, the woman got ...

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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 ...

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Things seemed too perfect to be true on that cold, rainy day. Brooke looked out the window with a smile etched into her lips. Her tight red sweater fit nicely around her body. The sweater showed her elite figure and perky breasts. The weather was quite unusual for the month of November, as the snow was usually falling by now, however the weather had been messed up for quite some time now. Instead, Brooke sipped quietly on her hot chocolate in anticipation of her new Guest. She met her Guest on the internet and they instantly hit it off. They spent hours talking over their Yahoo Messenger and Brooke had the pleasure of chatting with her new webcam, a webcam she had bought just so she could see her Guest. Brooke’s eyes lit up as car lights turned into her driveway. She smirked and set down her cup of hot chocolate and waited patiently for her Guest to arrive at the front door.

It seemed to take her Guest forever to get to the door, something she would have to work out in her Guest’s initiation. “Hello,” Brooke welcomed gingerly. Her Guest smiled with big, brown eyes and stepped into the cozy little house. Brooke helped her Guest remove her coat and shoes, and then offered her a cup of hot chocolate. Her Guest accepted the offer and sat on the couch, waiting for Brooke to return. Brooke went to the kitchen and ...

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I was finally on my way to meet my Mistress. Her house was two hours away from where I lived. I listened to music along the way and was trying to maintain a sense of calm. I wasn’t calm. I was excited and nervous. When I finally pulled up to her house I was quite surprised how huge it was. The house was a beautiful colonial that she had designed herself. I wasn’t expecting it to be quite so big. I stepped out of my rundown Toyota and up the stairs, my breathing quickening, heart pounding. I wore a nice black suit with white shirt. I knew my Mistress liked that look at least to start with. As I approached the landing the door suddenly swung open. “Mistress?” I entered slowly. “Are you there?” I followed her voice from another room, saying, “Come in, my little slut. Over here.” I walked into a huge and beautiful living room. There was so much to see in the beautifully decorated room, but my eyes went immediately to my stunning Mistress. She was even more beautiful in person than I had imagined. Our eyes met and we both smiled. But then my eyes went to the floor. I couldn’t hold her stare. I walked in front of her and knelt before her. “Mistress, I am so happy to finally be with you.” She looked down at me and took my hands, pulling me up in front of her. She looked into my eyes and ...

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My final test of loyalty to my Mistress before I could meet her was to perform for her (Shannon, my Mistress) and her friend, another Dom. I was to allow Ms Shannon’s friend to view me via cam and perform for them as a slave. I didn’t know when this was to happen but it would be my graduation, so to speak.

I never knew, with my mistress, when she might pop on to chat. It could be day, afternoon, or the middle of the night. I might be in a sound sleep and I would hear, “Hey, do you like fat guys with no money?”Or it might be, “I hope you know CPR because you take my breath away” in a woman’s voice. Whatever it was she used, it was loud and insistent.

I would wake sometimes and come on and Ms. Shannon would say, “WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?”

I would giggle, being half asleep, “Did it take me that long? I don’t know. I was sleeping.”

“Hmmmm…” she would say, “Next time you had better come running.” Often she would joke in this way. Sometimes she would be in high spirits and could be quite funny when we would chat.

Well, the big day finally came for my graduation. It came totally unexpectedly. I had thought Ms Shannon would give me notice, but she didn’t. I was in my living room ...

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God, work sucks, I'm pretty sure just about everyone would agree with me when I say work stresses me the hell out. As I drive home from work the only thing holding me together is the thoughts of the beautiful girl waiting on me at home. As my stress levels grow my thoughts go back to her. As I pull into the driveway I notice the porch light is on and smile to myself, I taught her well. I turn my car off and step out. My black heel hits the concrete with a loud clicking noise. I love the sound heels make on concrete, especially when a beautiful girl is wearing them.As I walk up to the porch and turn my key in the lock I take a deep breath in anticipation of the night ahead of me. I open the door and there standing before me, just as she should be, is my beautiful angel, Lexis. Her eyes on the floor, there is a small hint of a smile on her lips. She greets me with a simple “good evening Mistress” and I smile. I run my hand down her cheek. God this girl is so beautiful, she has long dark hair, piercing green eyes, and a perfect body (34B breasts and a tight little ass). I wonder sometimes how she doesn't see just how beautiful she really is. As I look her over I see the red marks on her wrists left from the games we played the ...

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I remember the first time I saw my mistress. I was on a dating site that I had been on many times before. I had met and dated a few women on the site, but none that had absolutely wowed me. I knew what I was looking for, but hadn’t found that perfect woman yet. I was looking through profiles of different women and finally came upon my mistress. Of course, she wasn’t my mistress yet. When I saw her picture, I was instantly struck. She was beautiful, and she had such a mysterious look about her, and there was something in the eyes and face that was so commanding and strong. I had always been attracted to women who were strong and who would take charge. When I looked into those eyes I knew that she could wither me with just a look, and it sent an electric shock of pleasure through me.I began to read her profile and it didn’t take very long. It was short and to the point, just as I imagined she would be. But when I looked at what types of things she was into, I saw that she was interested in Sadism/Masochism. I had no experience with that, and so it scared me a little. But, just the same, I knew I had to contact her. For some reason I felt she was the one I had been looking for all my life. So I e-mailed her saying that I shared some of her ...

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Author's note: This tale was originally written as a poem. For the purpose of length, I have inserted / at line breaks. Enjoy!Editor's note: This is admittedly a little different, format-wise, but it's being posted in the Lesbian: BDSM category at special request, due to the lack of a lesbian poetry category.

She pinned me down to the bed / Her body holding the weight of the world /
Her hands around my wrist / Her legs wrapped around my thighs as she straddled me / Her mouth was full of fire as she ravaged my lips… / Taking…

Her eyes cold and hard / All of the anger of her life trapped in those pools of blue green / She pulled the handcuffs out of her back pocket / She captured one of my wrists in the cold metal / Thoughts of fighting in my head / Resisting because I knew I could not win / Resisting because I wanted her to know that I was hers / That she could take me as she wished / I wanted her to fill me with her rage / Fuck me until she was satisfied / She pushed and pulled and slid me up the bed / Wrapping the handcuffs around the headboard / Imprisoning my other wrist / She lowered her lips to mine / Devouring me / Kissing me so hard / I could feel our teeth pressing against each other’s / She was biting at my ...

Get The Full Story At Lusty Library]]> http://www.lustylibrary.com/Stories/Lesbian/BDSM/Her-Sweet-Little-Sapphi:--Finding-Mommy_8643 Lesbian:BDSM Tue, 09 Sep 2008 11:37:15 -0400







My roommate, Lucas, worked for the advertising firm she was vice president of. That was how we met. He had asked me to be his date for some office party at a hotel. It wasn’t a real date, I’m gay, but he didn’t want to be the only schmuck by himself. It didn’t take him long, though, to find a woman that came by herself. By the end of the night, they were making out in the coatroom. I was left by myself.
I lit a cigarette and just stood outside on a balcony on the same floor as the party. I debated on leaving, perhaps throwing condoms filled with lotion all over Lucas’s bed before heading off to my room, when she came out.
I had noticed her earlier that night. It was hard not to. She had short, straight, black hair, pulled behind her ears. Little wisps of curly hair around her face suggested her hair was naturally curly. She had big green eyes, a strong, slightly curved nose, and nice pouty lips. She was tall, full-figured, and looked like a goddess. The way she was dressed (pantsuit) and the way she carried herself just screamed, “Dyke.” She was extremely attractive, but I had a girlfriend who was out of town, so I didn’t bother to try to strike up conversation. She seemed busy anyway. All of Lucas’s co-workers were completely sucking up to her and asking her various questions ...

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