Female Whips
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Kisses
Dr Jane Foxx
Copyright 2008 Dr Jane Foxx, Strict Publishing International
Chapter 1
"CASSANDRA"
My mother and mentor, Lady Cassandra, is a very strong-willed woman who guided me to follow in her footsteps. She is a well-known professional dominatrix.
A date-rape situation occurred when Cassandra was a senior in college, and I was the direct result. I never knew my father, but we had inherited wealth and property, always living comfortably as I grew into adulthood.
Cassandra's continuing contempt toward members of the male sex never wavered over the years. She passed along her scorn for them, just as surely as she did my wholesome good looks.
I learned well from Cassandra. Her personal motto has always been, "All members of the male sex are here to suck, serve, and suffer!" Such powerful phrases did not go unnoticed.
As her attentive daughter, Cassandra treated me regally, and when I became an adult we continued to be close confidants. I quickly learned that I could discuss any subject in Cassandra’s presence, while having her genuine interest.
Some observers have suggested Lady Cassandra rather resembles the fabled Morticia of the Addams Family. She is tall, slender, as graceful as a cat, frequently dresses in black, and can be quite sinister. She has flashing, dark green eyes, exquisitely expressive hands, and a contemptuous smile. To me, she has always been a loyal, trusted personality.
Just before I started to college, Cassandra chanced to hire Tabitha, a vibrant, chestnut-skinned woman from the West Indies. I was told she was to serve as our personal maid, and help to manage our very large home. I was a junior in college before I realized the relationship between Cassandra and Tabitha was much more than merely employer/employee. I arrived home unexpectedly one day, and found our maid kneeling before a semi-reclining Cassandra in the act of providing intimate, oral stimulation.
Unnoticed, I viewed several, riveting seconds of my mother's pleasurable lusting, and Tabitha's overt enthusiasm before finally tearing myself away from the scene. Obviously, our maid's household duties also included keeping Cassandra passionately content.
Somehow, I was pleased over this revelation of lesbianism, and later when the two women were in a more receptive mood, I decided to tell them so. In response, they shared reflective smiles, apparently content I finally knew of their secret.
I always thought it was wonderful having Tabitha in our household. She was a pleasant, capable, intelligent female, and a joy to be near. The fact that she literally adored Cassandra, made my feelings for her even more valid.
This was my first, direct awareness of lesbianism, except for the occasional, sly propositions I either received or overheard among other females at college. At my request, Cassandra dutifully explained the entire concept of lesbianism to me, just as she had always done with any other question I brought to her. Ours was a unique, very open relationship, and I was grateful for it many times.
We had occasional male visitors to isolated parts of our sizeable home in those early days, but they always entered though a secluded side entrance. Each male guest was immediately escorted downstairs and away from our living spaces. This is where Cassandra had built what she sometimes called her 'playtime sanctuary': one of her typical understatements. Actually, the large, soundproofed area was a veritable, medieval dungeon and included a mirrored wall, a rack, cages, overhead pulleys, chains, restrictive slings, uncomfortable swings, and various ropes coiled about. There was also an array of strategic lighting, plus a central, 'delivery' table with foot stirrups that she often used for stringent interrogation, or for enforced physical “examinations” of her male visitors. In addition, Cassandra had a variety of crops, whips, and a host of smaller, troubling devices hanging nearby. They were all neatly arranged on the walls, just beyond a row of three foreboding isolation cells.
In the dungeon, I was told male clients were made to refer to Cassandra as “Mistress Fux”. Eventually I was to learn how sadistically amusing her dungeon title really was to her.
At the time I often pushed curiosity about Cassandra's dungeon activities into the back of my mind. This was because there were other, much more pressing phenomena to occupy my thoughts. Chief among these were insistent feelings of INSISTENT LUST and RED HOT SEX! These forces vied strenuously for my complete attention. Yes, it was a time when my female hormones were raging in earnest, requiring frequent dildo intervention!
In those early days of my awakening, I was not experienced enough to know how closely related sex was with Cassandra’s FEMDOM activities. Eventually this would all to me come as a delightful revelation.
I had already decided that I did not care much for the insistent young men at college. I found many of them were bumbling, fumbling, rude, crude, egotistical in the extreme, and much too overtly aggressive for my intense, feminine desires. Already I was instinctively feeling that I was the one who should be in charge, giving orders and ‘cracking the whip’, in any intimate relationship. Besides, I was always more comfortable with women being around me, anytime, anywhere.
Later in my life, I came to believe that my 'choice' of sexual preference would probably have occurred naturally and without Cassandra's abiding influence and concern, but I also knew she was pleased and supportive about my curiosity toward women, and especially their interest in me.
Coincidentally, our maid Tabitha, was supposedly knowledgeable in West Indian sorcery: a kind of voodoo-ism that included the making of miniature dolls, the wearing of charms, and the mixing of various bewitching elixirs. She taught the rudiments of this craft to my curious, eager, wide-eyed mother.
At first, I never paid much attention to their activities, but when I noticed Cassandra and Tabitha occasionally studying musty books, and laughing together on many occasions, it drew my natural inquisitiveness. To this day, I still wonder if Tabitha's abilities with magic were really genuine. If not, there were certainly some odd circumstances and unusual coincidences occurring that are worth mentioning here.
Without a doubt, Cassandra became a staunch believer in Tabitha's mystical abilities. They practiced creating spells together quite often. The unsuspecting victims targeted were usually individuals who had fallen into my mother’s disfavor. The devilish tricks could be quite maddening for the intended victim, but vengefully humorous for my mother. As proof, she recorded the following:
A particularly obnoxious lawyer, whose nickname was Brian the Brain by his friends and opponents, suffered through some major embarrassments because of Cassandra’s spells. For instance, the zipper on his trousers was discovered to be completely open during one of his usually fascinating, courtroom dissertations, and simultaneously Brian was plagued by a mysterious malady that Cassandra laughingly called 'impromptu erectionitis'. Those present in court, including the female judge, the entire jury, and numerous spectators, began to giggle and snicker as the lawyer's personal problems became obviously acute. Brian the Brain completely lost his composure, his concentration, his dignity, and his case. Cassandra laughed joyfully over the outcome of her secret tricks.
She delighted in afflicting certain males with such disconcerting public afflictions, but I still thought they were mere coincidences. When I asked for proof about their legitimacy, Cassandra would only smile with her devilish eyes flashing.
2. If Cassandra was in a particularly spiteful mood she often treated male victims to 'mysterious cases' of another of her favorite aggravating specialties. She called it, 'the numb-numbs'. As she explained, for no apparent reason during heterosexual encounters with a chosen, very willing female, the male subject would experience a sudden shutdown of all emotional desire!
Tabitha and Cassandra were apparently fiendish in scheduling the emotional short-circuit to occur at the most critical moments, leaving the male involved grossly frustrated and totally unfulfilled while his female paramour would be quite upset with the halted, masculine performance.
Some of these baffling incidents were video taped with secret surveillance equipment installed via Cassandra-paid underlings. She later played the videos for her own giggling amusement.
To one such tortured male, Cassandra sent an anonymous note saying:
Greetings Numb Nuts:
Perhaps you should stick to eating pussy ONLY, and leave orgasmic undulating STRICTLY to the ladies. We can do it better anyway.
We’re waiting for you with thighs widely separated,
All the Hot Women of the World!
3. There was also a memorable incident Cassandra insisted she caused, this time with a rare female. The subject was a pushy politician named Carol Colossal; a classic big-mouthed, broad-butted bimbo, who had gained my mother's savage disfavor.
Colossal Carol discovered, too late, that she was wearing a long, trailing piece of toilet paper in public. It flapped from beneath her skirt in the air, several feet behind her, held in place by the back of her pantyhose.
An otherwise haughty Carol went flouncing down the courthouse steps at midday, walking toward some waiting reporters and photographers. A large crowd of noontime bystanders, and a television crew, all hooted wildly at the unsuspecting Carol Colossal. After discovering her shocking problem, the female politician was too rattled to appear on the air, but several news wire photos circulated. Cassandra was sadistically jubilant over such successfully arranged embarrassments.
My growing interest in passive lesbianism began to flourish in earnest because of a party given at the home of Cassandra's life-long, social nemesis, Mr. Benjamin Davidson. For several years Benjamin had pursued Cassandra, and when he finally realized he was never going to be successful with her, the bitter socialite openly displayed his resentment at being consistently rebuffed.
Even as they both reached the age of forty, and I was in my early twenties, Cassandra was still slim, trim, and ravishing. She looked more like a thirty-year old sister of mine than my mother, while physically Benjamin Davidson was obviously starting to sag, bag, and drag. His balding head did nothing to help disguise the onrushing aging process.
I had just graduated from college at age twenty, along with Mr. Davidson's daughter, Bunny (if you can believe hanging a name like that on a lovely female). BJ, as most everyone called her, was a very pretty young woman, and I often had studied her quietly from afar, fantasizing about somehow ravaging, possessing, and controlling her feminine loveliness. It made me tingle just looking at her while thinking such sublime, secret thoughts.
BJ was not very bright, but she had large, succulent lips, enchanting eyes, curvy breasts, slim hips, long dark hair, and the inevitable group of young men who constantly pursued her. I was sure that some of them had been successful in using her sexually.
The males did not chase after me with the same zesty enthusiasm because, even though I was also quite attractive, I was already known by reputation as a 'cold tomato' with any male who approached me.
BJ had kissed me on the cheek a few times, or held me close as we often studied or talked together at college, but our budding passions had never gone any further than that. Even so, I had the distinct impression that she was a bi-sexual, and would have been delighted to join with me, if one of us had made a clear overture.
Wisely, I believe, I decided to rely, for the moment, on the muteness of my delightful dildo. Cassandra also approved, citing, "Your time for outrageous passion will come, darling, and sooner than you think!"
Cassandra and I had been invited to a society dinner with several guests to celebrate the college graduation of both BJ and myself. Neither of us wanted to attend, but we went anyway, for social appearance's sake.
Unbeknownst to us, Ben Davidson had pre-arranged an embarrassing moment for my mother. This was simply another cheap way of making himself feel superior. During a lull in the group gathering among about twenty other guests, he cleverly steered the conversation around to sexual matters, and then said, in his loud, strident voice, "I read recently that females who repeatedly masturbate, have black hair that grows on their palms!"
The natural reaction to such a statement for the unsuspecting listener is to immediately inspect their hands for traces of telltale hair. Mother and I both did, automatically!
There instantly followed the coarsest laughter and jesting from the assembled group, all of it directed at Cassandra and myself. Mother squeezed my hand tightly beneath the tabletop as she smiled tolerantly. I knew it was a signal to remain calm.
Inwardly, Cassandra was seething, and she swore to have her revenge on Benjamin Davidson, and on BJ too, since the daughter was also laughing hysterically. Our revenge was to be a family affair, and Cassandra hoped Tabitha's sorcery would be the guarantee that we would succeed.
"Can we use your sorcery to influence the behavior of Benjamin Davidson?" Cassandra asked Tabitha. I listened to their conversation intently.
"Of course, Madame!" Tabitha asked, in her enchanting, West Indian accent.
"Let's do the father, first! We'll save his pretty daughter, BJ, for another time, if my daughter Jane is agreeable." I did not ask what my mother had in mind for BJ, knowing she would inform me later.
"Very well, Madame!" Tabitha replied with a smile. "Simply ensure that Mr. Davidson drinks this magic potion, and he will find himself doing whatever the spell we create dictates."
Cassandra was fascinated. "I'll take care of getting the drink into that bastard’s hands, Tabitha. I just want to be sure it will work as planned."
"It will, Madame! Trust me!" Tabitha smiled. "Mr. Benjamin Davidson will not be able to resist or defy you and, later, he will think it has all been an unbelievable dream!"
Cassandra hissed, "That asshole Davidson has always made fun of me behind my back, and now, he's done it to Jane and to me in public! He's a classic case of a male bastard, and I want my revenge!"
"What will you do to him with the sorcery I provide, Madame?" Tabitha enquired. The question required very little thought from Cassandra.
"I'd like to embarrass him in public, as he did my daughter and myself; make him a laughing stock to everyone in society!" Cassandra replied.
"Anything else?" Tabitha asked.
"How about having him kiss my naked ass, literally? I want to take some pictures of him doing it!"
"You're diabolical, Madame!"
"Can we succeed, Tabitha?"
Two weeks later, there was a special party for about forty guests of the social set at a large home nearby. Benjamin Davidson was there with his fawning entourage, smiling and gossiping as usual when Cassandra and I entered.
Cassandra made it a point to get very close to Ben Davidson as he stood talking in a group of his social sycophants. When fresh drinks came on a tray, Cassandra nodded as a signal to me to fake a fainting spell and to draw everyone's attention away for a moment. At the same instant, Cassandra switched Benjamin Davidson's drink. All went exactly according to plan.
Cassandra quickly moved away from the group as if concerned over my fainting. I 'recovered' quickly, and we both waited together across the room, watching to see Ben Davidson drink the secret elixir Tabitha and Cassandra had prepared.
Actually, we began to think he would never stop talking long enough to even take a taste. Ben looked our way, smiled to his friends, and held his palm upward, as if recounting the details of our former public embarrassment. Cassandra and I only smiled politely as the others in his group obediently roared with laughter. But, finally, after another of his long, tiring discourses, the Davidson male paused to gulp a sample from the glass.
As we continued to watch intently from across the room, a few moments later, he smiled nervously, wiped at his brow, wrinkled his forehead, and moved away from his group to the center of the room. Benjamin Davidson wavered a bit, looked uncertain, sipped a bit more from the glass, and then moved to a nearby rest room in the hallway.
Cassandra and I were both initially disappointed. Mother had told Tabitha specifically what she wanted from Benjamin Davidson, but nothing really had happened. We began to talk of leaving the party to return home as soon as possible.
However, two minutes later when the restroom door opened we saw Benjamin Davidson re-appear. He walked into the hallway, and was smiling as he re-entered the large meeting room of gathered guests. BUT, it was very plain to see the arrogant, despicable-minded Benjamin Davidson had also removed every bit of his clothing. He was standing before everyone, completely naked!
Private conversations in the large room abruptly stopped! Everyone gawked. The men present acted nervous, as if unsure about what to do. The women in the group stood shocked with wide-eyes and sputtering mouths at the unexpected sight before them!
Bare-assed Benjamin Davidson had moved into the room in full view, smiling all the way. He stopped beneath the gaudy, glass chandelier, and did a carefree turn, showing off his sagging belly, plus his daggling testicles and stubby penis! He was still sipping, rather unconcernedly, on the drink in his hand.
Those present in the room remained frozen. Time seemed to stand still! It was almost a minute before anyone moved to shield Benjamin Davidson’s nakedness from view.
Ben Davidson’s dowager mother was seen going into a staggering faint! Cassandra and I smiled to each other, and in the mass confusion that followed we decided to leave to return home. Cassandra was jubilant!
"It was wonderful! Perfect!" Cassandra told Tabitha. I nodded in agreement.
"There's more to come, Madame," smiled Tabitha.
"More to come?" Cassandra questioned with a pause.
"Benjamin Davidson will call you on the phone in a little while. He'll want to see you, thinking you will console him during his time of trouble. And then he'll change his mind when she sees you, and…"
"And?" Cassandra asked.
"Well, what did you ask me to do when we cast his spell?"
Cassandra was momentarily in thought. The two women stared at each other from very close up. A second later they both began laughing.
"Every time he sees you from now on, Madame," Tabitha declared with a huge grin, "Benjamin Davidson will have an uncontrollable urge to kiss your naked ass!"
I was speechless! Could this really be happening?
"How long will this spell last?" Cassandra asked in wonderment.
“Usually about a week, Madame!" Tabitha replied.
"Well," said Cassandra, with a huge smile, as she turned to me and said, "Get the video camera ready, Jane, and I'll go slip into something more comfortable!" Her trailing laughter had a note of eager anticipation!
About an hour later, just as Tabitha had predicted, Cassandra had a phone call from Benjamin Davidson, which was rather unusual. He rarely called our home but now, more importantly, Mr. Davidson was in a panic.
"I really don't know what happened to me, Cassandra!" He moaned into the phone. "Can you help me? I have no one else to turn to. Everyone is laughing at me. My friends have all deserted me. My own mother won't even speak to me, unless it's to scream. My father has left town in a fury."
"Yes, you can come to see me, Ben," My mother replied with a wide grin.
"I was hoping you'd say that, Cassandra. I always felt you'd be my friend in an hour of greatest need!"
Fifteen minutes later, Benjamin Davidson, now fully dressed, was knocking at our front door.
"Is everything ready, Tabitha?" Cassandra asked.
"The video camera is all set up, Madame," said Tabitha.
"Show the bastard in please, darling," Cassandra said to me.
Cassandra had seated herself in our semi-darkened, living room with only the light from the fireplace to see by. She was wearing a pair of sheer, baby doll pajamas without the panties, but it was difficult to see details in the flickering lights and shadows of the large room.
After I admitted Benjamin Davidson to our home, the troubled male came across the inner foyer, stopped before the double doors, and spoke: "Cassandra? Are you in there?"
"Yes, I'm right here, Ben," came Cassandra's voice very softly, out of the semi-darkness.
"Well, why is it so dark in here? Haven't you paid your electric bill?"
Cassandra said, "You may turn up the lights now, if you wish!"
Benjamin Davidson turned the rheostat knob, and more light suddenly flooded the room.
There sat a cool-looking Cassandra in her pajama top. She was smiling at Ben with those flashing, green eyes on display. She looked lovely, but I noticed the smile was almost a vilifying sneer. One hand was in her lap, shielding her naked crotch, while the other was resting confidently over the back of the couch.
"Come in, Benjamin Davidson," she said, "and tell me what's happened."
The Davidson male moved forward, and started to say, "Cassandra, I just don't… know..."
Ben's voice tailed off as he focused on Cassandra's position. He looked confused. His hand went to his forehead as if she was trying to remember something.
"Cassandra…" he began again.
"Come sit beside me, Ben," Cassandra said patting the cushion next to her.
"Yes, I will!" Ben said with a sudden, warm smile. "It's so good to see you!"
Unobtrusively, Tabitha clicked on the video camera, focused in close, and slid the two doors shut so that the two unlike adversaries could be alone.
When the three of us watched the video later, this is what we saw and heard:
"Cassandra,” Ben was saying, “this is going to sound a little strange to you. I know it does to me. I feel I want... to... to..."
"You want to kiss my lovely bottom!" Cassandra said in finishing his sentence.
"Yes!" Ben said in a soft, confirming whisper.
"You want to do it again, do you?"
"Again? Have I done it before?" Ben Davidson asked in confusion.
"Oh, many times! You've always loved doing it!" Cassandra answered.
"I really don't remember. But you’re so beautiful, so irresistible!"
"Is that what you tell your friends about me?"
"If I ever said anything mean about you, I'm sorry Cassandra. I just want to kiss your lovely behind, now please!" Ben sounded desperate.
“You mean you want to make passion love to my ass!”
“Yes!” Ben Davidson replied emphatically.
"One kiss, or many?" Cassandra asked with a sudden, superior smile.
"As many as I can manage - I guess!"
"French kisses, too, with lots of tonguing action?"
"Oh, yes, lots!" Ben insisted. He was seen swallowing excess saliva in his mouth, several times.
"Well, that sounds truly appropriate," said Cassandra. "I've always enjoyed having you kiss my sweet, curvy ass!"
"I honestly don't remember ever..." Ben Davidson began.
"It really doesn't matter what you remember," Cassandra hissed heatedly, "but only that you DO IT! Isn't that so?!"
"Yes," Ben agreed. His eyes had a far-away look.
Cassandra directed Benjamin Davidson to kneel on the floor in front of the couch. She stretched out on her stomach across the three cushions with her baby doll outfit pulled completely above her waist. Cassandra's naked bottom rounded in front of Ben's face inviting the promised kisses.
"You can turn the lights back down, since we're going to be so intimate." Cassandra smiled. "You don't want anyone else seeing this, do you?"
"Just as long as I can be with you," Ben replied. “That’s all that matters!”
"Top to bottom on both cheeks!" Cassandra ordered, with a smile. "Very slowly!"
"How lovely your twin cheeks are!" Benjamin Davidson said, in a completely enthralled stupor.
"Smooch it, Benny-baby!" Cassandra giggled. “Show me how much you care!”
After several minutes of Benjamin Davidson's passionate oral display, Cassandra finally rolled over and pushed him away from her with a foot to his shoulder.
"That's enough!" She hissed crisply. "I want to watch you masturbate now. On your knees, right there! Take out your disgusting cock and whip it good! You can suck my toes, while you're doing it! Quickly! Quickly, you fat, bald-headed bastard!"
We watched the tape in awe as Benjamin Davidson did exactly as he was ordered. After gripping his erection, he humped and hunched against his own busy hand, while noisily mouthing Cassandra's slender foot. The action lasted less than two minutes, before Ben sagged away. He had experienced an ejaculation, however brief.
A moment later, Cassandra sat up to wipe her foot with a tissue, and hissed with disgust in her voice, "That's the best sex you've had in years, wasn't it, Benny-baby?"
"Can I come back to see you tomorrow?" Ben Davidson asked with apparent anxious concern.
"We'll see," Cassandra sneered, again. "I may want to pee in your mouth first thing in the morning! You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"I'll do whatever you wish; just anything to be near you," Ben murmured.
"Call me about ten in the morning," Cassandra ordered with a toothy sneer, "and I'll try to find some time for you! Is that all you wanted to see me about, tonight?"
Ben Davidson replied in obvious confusion. "I think so!"
"Then, good night, Benny-baby," Cassandra chuckled, and Ben Davidson reluctantly withdrew from her presence. In another moment he was gone out into the darkness of the night.
Chapter 2
"BJ"
The day after Cassandra's first vengeful setting with Ben Davidson, it was my turn to sample a share of sweet revenge. Tabitha and Cassandra supposedly utilized other methods to entice twenty-two year old Bunny Davidson to our home. Instead of using a drink, Tabitha made a doll to represent the young woman and then spoke incantations over it.
I could hardly believe it when an hour later BJ appeared at our door, asking to see me. How unusual for BJ to visit. She was smilingly gracious, and very polite.
In reality, this event was scheduled to be a repeat of the previous evening's festivities but, in retrospect, this was when my undeniable, true-life fascination with passive lesbianism really began. Something with the spell, whether planned or not, went quite differently. But, of course, maybe it was not a spell at all! Maybe it would have happened anyway, just as it did; just like this:
I took pretty Bunny Davidson up to my bedroom. We exchanged a few pleasantries about our past college life together. Tabitha and my mother had set up a hidden video camera on a bookshelf, and then left our house to do some shopping. So, BJ and I were quite alone after she arrived.
When we got into my room, I shut the door, and took off my robe. This was an effort to tempt BJ to meaningful action, not wanting to see the cautious reluctance I had witnessed from her in college.
I wore nothing more than a pair of sheer high cuts on my slim body. There was also a plausible excuse for removing my bra for I had a few new ones laid out on the bed to try on. I was hot with anticipation.
My tantalizing preparations were totally unnecessary, however, as BJ immediately touched my naked back and said: "You're so beautiful!"
Her fingers traced soft lines down toward my bottom, and slipped inside the waistline at the rear of my panties. "Do you really need to keep these on?" BJ breathed.
Without a word I stepped out of the high cuts and turned to engage BJ's desirous face. Her mouth kissed at my nipples, and I loved the pleasing sensations she caused. Between kisses, she placed her arms around my waist and then coolly slid herself slowly downward to the carpeting before me on her knees.
"I've always wanted you, Jane," she murmured through wet lips.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I hissed, as if angry.
"I'm sorry," BJ replied apologetically, kissing at my thighs, "I didn't think you'd be interested."
"Well, I am interested NOW," I insisted, gripping her tightly by the hair. She did not resist, and I pulled her hair like a dog leash.
BJ followed me obediently on her knees as I stepped away to sit in the large stuffed chair next to my bed. I opened my thighs, and had BJ move to kneel close between my legs. Immediately, she began to trace wet lines with her tongue downward from my surging breasts. It felt wonderful.
I heard the sound of my own sighing voice, as BJ found the warmth of my chinchilla mound. She eased her lower face into a delightful union. It was a first for me with a woman! Her mouth was very moist and eager! My lust was raging!
This was not what I had expected from BJ, after having viewed Cassandra’s sensual encounter the night before, but I was in no immediate mood to demand adherence to a prepared script. This intense sexual experience already felt delightful!
Yes, I always thought I’d enjoy being tongued and munched, especially by an eager, pretty-faced nymph, and BJ seemed quite content with the magic I had to offer down there. I found my lower body humping against BJ's sweet, oral pressures, and VERY soon I was nearing those majestic moments that had usually been created only by my trusty dildo. But this was far more exciting, and I let BJ know how I felt with stronger hip surges, and by clasping her head tightly in the perfect position.
“This is what you've always wanted, isn't it, BJ?" I hissed.
BJ munched her agreement without missing a beat. Fireworks went off from within me, and I adored every second of the emotional explosions that followed.
After a few more moments, I handed BJ some tissue for her messy mouth and withdrew myself from her grasp to relax back into the chair to study her reaction. My pussy was exultant as never before!
BJ made no move to rise. My legs were trembling a bit, but I felt exhilarated and knew that I soon would want more from her.
I re-gripped BJ tightly by the hair, and leaned forward very close to her pretty face to hiss, "See, we could have been doing that all through college. You'd have loved to have me fucking your face, wouldn't you?" I pinched at her nipples through her blouse, demanding an answer! "Wouldn't you???"
"Yes, yes!" She grimaced, but she made no attempt to stop me, as if she was enjoying the intimate abuse.
"Stay right here, bitch, while I go pee!" I insisted. I was not quite finished with using that lovely face to satisfy my lust.
When I returned to the bedroom, BJ was still nestled obediently before the large chair. She was slowly licking her lips, and staring at me as if in a trance. I stepped back into her range, and BJ placed her hands flat against my hips, kissing at my thighs. Goodness! It was exciting! She was still anxious to have me, it was clear.
So, I offered BJ unrestricted access to my curvy bottom, bending slightly, bracing my hands against the chair arms, and backing toward her face. Without hesitation, she hugged at my hips and renewed her tonguing oral caress of me.
The entire area tingled with arousing reactions. I grew light-headed as I listened to BJ's mouth working its moist magic.
After several moments I straightened, and turned to present myself anew. BJ kissed, nuzzled, licked, and did her sucking best to please me.
Near the end I re-positioned myself; sitting on the chair before her, made the slight necessary up and apart leg adjustments, drew her close and humped myself to another exciting orgasm against her oral caress. The second one was even noisier and more pleasing than the first had been; between her swallowing/slurping, and my shuddering squeals.
With this climax, I knew I had become a genuine, lesbian passive. Humping against eager female mouths is definitely for me! The overall effect makes me feel vastly superior to any of my immediate peers, and what could be better than that?
BJ slumped wearily against the chair as I disengaged myself, feeling superbly satisfied with her intense efforts and my natural responses.
"You can go home, now, BJ," I murmured, rather coldly.
"When can I see you again?" she muttered, head down, still breathing heavily.
"Maybe in a couple of days," I replied, yet knowing full well I would want her again, sooner than that. I was going to be 'banging' that pretty face as often as possible. "Call me tomorrow."
BJ rose rather slowly from her subservient position, straightened her skirt, and glanced at her buffeted face in the mirror.
"Did I smudge your lipstick, BJ?" I asked with feigned concern. I was surprised at my own inner feelings of sadistic triumph, probably because I had never known my true sexual disposition to be so acute. Inside, I was laughing at BJ's confusion, but already planning to continue using her as my erotic, emotional foil for as long as possible.
"It's okay," BJ murmured, "I love making myself available to you!"
"Well, of course you love it!" I gloated. "That's why your parents had you, wasn't it? So I could be here to fuck your pretty face?!"
"Yes, I’m sure that’s correct," BJ muttered, with those huge eyes flickering. I think I could have said anything to her while she was in this state and she would have been agreeable.
To test my theory, I had BJ sit in the armchair a moment. Then I drew my leg up into the seat and said, "Kiss it good-bye."
Obediently, BJ tipped her head slightly and smooched lovingly into my chinchilla nest, as if she was kissing with one of her beaus in the back seat of a car. Both hands came up to cup my butt cheeks, as she embraced the lower half of me. I giggled softly, held her head in place and gave her a couple playful humps right on those lovely puckered lips.
"You're so romantic, BJ." I said, showing her the door. "Now go home. Think of me, and remember if any hair starts growing on your palms when you masturbate tonight you be sure to shave it off so no one can see it. Okay?"
Still in a stupor as she reached the top of the stairs, I heard her say, "Yes, I will!"
Later, I had Cassandra and Tabitha watch the finished tape of BJ and me, and they were both delighted with the results. I felt not just avenged, but even more intrigued with all manner of FEMDOM ideas, and more passive lesbian thoughts.
The following morning, exactly at exactly ten o'clock, Cassandra had another phone call from Benjamin Davidson. He said he wanted desperately to visit with Cassandra, again. My mother grinned devilishly as she hung up the phone.
"What do you have planned for Mr. Davidson this time, Mother?" I asked, all wide-eyed at the intrigue.
"I gave “darling” Ben a big clue, last evening," Cassandra replied, "and as long as this spell lasts, I might as well enjoy myself to the limit. He deserves whatever I want to give him."
"You really think it's Tabitha's sorcery that's making the Davidsons act this way toward us?" I quizzed Cassandra.
"Well, if it isn't, darling," she replied, "you and I certainly are suddenly irresistible in their eyes. What else could have caused such a dramatic change in their behavior?"
"BJ has always shown some interest in me, even before last night," I told Cassandra, "and this could all be a culminating event that would have happened anyway."
"It's true," Cassandra admitted, "BJ might have had a latent penchant as a bi-sexual, but how do you explain that bastard Ben wanting to kiss and lick my naked ass? That's never happened before! And, today, I'm going to push him to the limit."
"How, Mother?" I asked.
"You can watch the video tonight, darling," Cassandra answered, with a lingering smile, "and besides, shouldn't you be expecting a visit from BJ, soon?"
I had almost forgotten about BJ and how I had ravaged that lovely face of hers. Erotic thoughts of my dazzled pussy-lover zinged through me, while mother and I quickly went our separate ways to get ready for our respective visitors.
Cassandra had Tabitha set up an extra video camera in her private bath. There was already one tiny camera hidden in the ceiling vent for overhead shots, and now, a new one was installed for close-ups. It was mounted in a powder box on a shelf just above the toilet tank. This was where Cassandra planned to spend some extended time that morning with the enchanted Benjamin Davidson.
While I was waiting for BJ to arrive I studied myself, near naked in my bedroom mirror. I marveled at the monumental sensations created for me whenever I was caressed and stimulated as BJ had done the previous evening. Where did those wonderful feelings of indescribable lust all come from? And why did I seem to crave more and more, as if I could never get enough? Whatever the reasons, I promised myself to be most available and accommodating, all for my own selfish purposes.
Downstairs, I wanted to watch the monitor in another room after Ben Davidson showed up, but BJ arrived to see me first, and I took her immediately to my bedroom. My idea, of course, was to use BJ and enjoy more of yesterday's unusual festivities. I was glowing with anticipation even before her arrival.
As soon as BJ entered my bedroom and the door was closed, she was already into a mode of adoration; kissing at my neck and shoulders in a heated passion. I smiled tolerantly, and maneuvered her over to my bed where I stripped out of my dressing gown, bra, and panties.
"Do you want me to get undressed, too?" She asked in kind of a daze.
"Of course, BJ," I replied. "I like to pinch your nipples from time to time, and make you squirm. You’d like that too, wouldn't you?”
"I enjoy whatever you like," BJ replied as she began wiggling out of her dress, and under things.
"When's the last time you had sex with one of your boy friends?" I asked BJ. I was actually testing her to discover the depths of BJ’s fascination with me.
BJ wrinkled her forehead in thought for a few moments, as if she could not quite remember the details. "I think I was with Bobby a few nights ago. Yes, it was out in his car at the lake."
"And what did the two of you do, exactly?" I smiled.
BJ's voice dropped to a confidential whisper as if she did not want anyone else in the world to hear. "Bobby wanted to fuck me, as usual. That's all he ever talks about when we're alone."
"So, what happened?" I prodded.
"I told him if he sucked me to orgasm I’d suck his cock for him, and he agreed."
"Did you do it?" I asked with some interest.
"Well, he went down on me, just like always," BJ replied, "and I had one exciting orgasm almost immediately. I love being sucked. But I insisted on humping for another one, and it must have taken over half an hour. Well, when I finally got my hand on Bobby's erection, he went off all over himself. I thought it was so funny, and he got angry when I started laughing at him. He took me home, and I haven't seen him since."
"Has Bobby ever made it into your pants?" I asked.
"Only with his face," BJ replied. "He seems to be greatly troubled with pre-mature ejaculations. All I have to do is touch him and he goes off."
While she was in this revealing mood, I thought I would probe for more personal information from her.
“Has any man ever fucked you, BJ?" I inquired.
"There were a few times with a boy at college, and a couple of times with one of my father's best friends. But the person who's screwed me most is my father's lawyer friend, Brian the Brain. I guess he's fucked me about twenty times.”
"Really?" I said with some interest. "And where did these meetings take place?”
"We’ve met right there at his office downtown," BJ revealed.
"And how is it Brian was able to seduce you so easily?"
"He said if I was nice to him, after I graduated from college he'd take me on trips to Bermuda, and Brazil, and such."
"And now that you've graduated, have you planned any trips, together?
"I haven't seen him lately," BJ explained. "Brian says he's too busy with his law cases."
"Yes," I replied, "he must be very busy."
I made a mental note to pass all this information on to Cassandra. Brian the Brain was one of her dungeon clients, and I was sure she would want to interrogate the lawyer about him using a young woman for his selfish purposes. This was the kind of event that made my domina mother furious. She would know what to do about it, and I wanted to be in the dungeon when next they met.
BJ's syrupy voice brought me back to reality.
"May I have you now, Jane?" She asked sweetly.
"Of course," I smiled. "All I really need to please me is your pretty face between my thighs. This morning, I think I'd like to hump your tongue for a long while. Is that okay with you?"
"Whatever you want to do, Jane," she answered, "I just want to please you in any way that I can."
BJ's nervous hands were twitching to feel my body, and I could see that anxious look on her face. In another few seconds I was lounging naked before BJ on my bed, and opening my legs to receive her oral caress. First, I was going to use her mouth to stimulate me, and then I would enfold her head between my thighs as I reclined comfortably on my side. I had fantasized about this particular position, and having someone to share it with me. Now it would become a reality. BJ was the perfect subservient.
It was 10:30 AM when BJ had entered my bedroom that morning, and a few minutes after 12 noon when she stepped out into the hall to leave. I sent her home with her lipstick smeared, hairdo badly mismanaged, and her thoughts in turmoil. Her eager, loving mouth and my pussy were both wilted frazzles, and my erotic emotions were well drained from all the concentrated attention. I was suddenly getting all the oral loving I could handle, and it was totally satisfying to me. What lusty, vengeful female would not have wanted to be in my position?
I promised to see BJ again, knowing my “batteries of longing” would be fully charged once more long before that evening had passed. BJ seemed pleased at the prospect of providing more oral service for me. I was too, of course, from a passive point of view. Her oral efforts greatly suited the steady onslaught of my turbulent hormonal desires.
Tabitha met me downstairs after I had showered, changed clothes, and had a bite to eat. She had been watching the monitor in Cassandra's office. She said mother was still sequestered with Benjamin Davidson, and I just missed the last few minutes of their “private” meeting.
"Your mother's been riding on Mr. Davidson's back down the hallway, and all over the bedroom and bath," Tabitha laughed. "He must have made fifty tours carrying Madame. And every so often your mother guides Bunny into the bathroom to have Mr. Davidson sip some pee from her."
"Really?" I asked all wide-eyed. "I want to see that, later."
"You know how Madame loves forcing humiliation on men of all types. This time it was Ben Davidson's turn. Your darling mother also spent about twenty minutes fucking the flustered Ben Davidson in the ass!"
"Goodness! How did BJ's father take it?" I asked Tabitha.
"Just like all the rest! He gritted her teeth and groaned a lot,” Tabitha revealed. "Cassandra was euphoric, laughing and taunting him the entire way. The video tape ought to be priceless."
After Ben Davidson left to go home, Cassandra took a shower, and came into her office cubicle wearing a filmy negligee. Her hair was up, neatly stacked as usual. She looked radiant.
"How was your meeting with BJ, darling?" Cassandra asked me.
"It was even better than yesterday," I told mother. "And, she's coming back, again, tomorrow."
"Good!" Mother replied. "Benny-poo will be returning for more fun with me, too! Ha ha! You should see the faces he makes when I offer him my pee. But he keeps opening his mouth for more."
Cassandra bent to kiss Tabitha full on the lips. The two women went into a passionate embrace, and before I could excuse myself the two of them went out of the kitchen and up the stairs toward her bedroom. I thought it was time for me to take a refreshing nap.
Later that evening, Cassandra, Tabitha, and I would be reviewing the videos of that morning's spirited activities. The events of tomorrow would come soon enough.
Chapter 3
"DUNGEON"
As the wild effects of the reputed spells on the Davidson family members gradually wore off, and Cassandra and I tired of our vengeful sport, photos of the father and daughter “in action” mysteriously began to circulate among members of society. The saucy pictures were Cassandra's doing, of course, and not long thereafter, steeped in ridicule from former friends and acquaintances, Benjamin Davidson, his daughter, and parents, sold all of their property, and moved out of town permanently. Cassandra was jubilant in her total victory. She summed up the episode by quoting, "Whoever dares to mess with me will always get screwed!"
Soon thereafter, I spoke to Cassandra candidly about my fully awakened desires having no immediate outlet now that Benjamin Davidson's family had left town. To which, she smilingly announced, she would “investigate possibilities”.
I was a bit sorry to see BJ leave, for her regular, oral caresses had been marvelous for my burgeoning lust. I found myself fully addicted to the pleasures of being lovingly consumed by such a pretty, agreeable female. I began looking at desirable women in public with a different eye, wondering if any particular young beauty would relish an intimate taste of me.
"It's perfectly normal for a lovely young lady to feel raunchy, darling," Cassandra said to me. "Some women try to conceal it, but it's far better to sexually enjoy yourself, than to disguise your feelings. Just remember: don't do anything foolish. Always be the one in control!"
"How do you suggest that I cope at the moment?" I asked. "Dildos don't seem to be quite as fulfilling as they once were."
"Maybe you need fresh batteries," Cassandra laughed, and added, "I'll help find what you need."
"What do you mean?" I asked, all wide-eyed.
"I'm going to have a woman I know, spend some time with you. Her name is Denise. A few close, female friends call her, Butternut."
"Denise Butterfield, the town librarian?" I asked.
"You know her?"
"Well, yes." I replied. "She was always very pleasant when I asked about books and periodicals for classes. She’s a very pretty woman who is in her forties now, I think. She has short, dark hair, graying at the sides, a lovely smile, and dresses conservatively."
"Yes, that's her," Cassandra smiled. "Butternut is a devout lesbian!"
"Well, I never would have guessed it." I admitted.
"Yes, it often takes a practiced eye to distinguish a 'sister'. But, anyway, I think it's time for you to meet with a genteel person like Butternut, privately. I know she's been watching you."
"Watching me? Really?"
"Yes, really! I’m sure Denise wants to 'get into your pants'!" Cassandra smiled.
"How do you know that?" I asked, blushing.
"She's told me so," Cassandra smiled.
"Did she use those exact words?"
"No, she said she'd like to get to know you better."
"And you knew what that meant?" I asked.
"Of course! It's Butternut's manner that is most revealing."
We stared at each other silently for a few moments. I felt wild explosions of lusty, expectation going throughout my body. I was beginning to adore thoughts of this passive lesbian 'business', and I wondered, what other young woman EVER had a mother like Cassandra?
"Are you sure there isn't some sorcery involved?" I asked suspiciously.
"Not this time. The sorcery is all Butternut's!" She continued, "The best thing about Denise is that she asks for nothing in return, only your attention, and I'm sure you'll give her that!"
"You mean, all I have to do with her is…
"Just enjoy," Cassandra said with a smile. "She'll do everything else, and you will love it! Now, you get us some tea, and I'll call her to see when she might be available."
As I waited rather breathlessly, Cassandra asked Denise to visit our home, but the town librarian insisted that I should be the one to come to her. The meeting would be at her modest cottage. With my emotions thumping in my ears, we agreed to meet on the following evening at seven.
To say that I was a bit nervous before my first genuine date with a mature, practicing lesbian was an understatement. A smiling Cassandra did her best to assure me that all would go well.
"It's not like you’re losing your cherry, darling," Cassandra laughed, “and besides, you can always decline and come back home at any time. But, I have a feeling you're going to want to stay with Butternut for a while."
Cassandra showed that smug, superior, toothy smile, and slapped me loudly on my firm bottom with another hearty laugh. For just a moment she made me feel as if I was one of her male clients, but I soon found myself laughing along with her. She is absolutely wonderful in her way.
I had a great opportunity to witness the differences and depths of Cassandra's complex moods the following evening. Just before I was leaving to visit Butternut, a man in a business suit entered our house through a side entrance. Cassandra answered the door and I saw her pushing him, not too gently, down the dark hallway to the stairs that led down toward her 'playtime sanctuary’. He was perspiring, and looked anxious. The male passed by me with a haunted look in his eyes.
"You're late, AGAIN!" I heard Cassandra growl at him.
The man looked at his watch as he moved along in the hallway, and he mumbled, "No, I'm twenty minutes early, Mistress, and... "
"You dare to argue with ME?" Cassandra hissed, and she continued to push at him in a threatening manner.
Was it Cassandra's devilish sorcery at work, again? Who could tell? The man could have been one of her regular FEMDOM clients. I did not know any of them on sight at the time, but I knew she had some genuine, high-paying, male submissives who absorbed a great deal of pain and humiliation from her.
"If I feel like doing this," I heard Cassandra often laugh and say, "why shouldn't the bastards pay for my enjoyment?!"
In the dungeon light at the bottom of the stairs I finally recognized the male visitor as Brian the Brain, one of the attorneys Cassandra adored to harass. He had visited her before on occasion. Very curious, I followed them down the carpeted, concrete stairs to her secluded lair.
Cassandra was dressed in a black, silver-studded outfit of gleaming leather. Her long, dark hair was swirled and stacked neatly on top of her head, and the ankle-length boots clicked loudly on the uncarpeted floor. She had one of her favorite Estee Lauder perfumes on, and it complimented her sexy image of glowing confidence. Rows of silver studs on her jacket spelled out messages for her worshippers. Some of them read: "Suck For Me, Fool!"; "Suffer!"; "Serve The Lovely Lady"; "Begging Is Always Encouraged!"; and "Kiss My Royal Ass!"
Several metal wrist bracelets completed Cassandra's outfit. They tingled loudly together whenever she moved her wrists. She explained to me it was a small, psychological sound to torment the masculine mind; to let them know when she was near, without a word being spoken. It was HER sound!
Cassandra growled at her 'guest', Brian the Brain, "Get those damn clothes off and stretch out across my little wooden horse, you silly fool, sunny-side up! Don't you dare keep me waiting!”
The “horse”, I discovered, was one of Cassandra's favorite devices to position a male for her brand of punishment. "Positioning is everything," she would insist. "Never let their heads be higher than yours! Always look down on them!"
The horse was a sturdy, low, four-legged platform that she shackled males to. They perched naked and helpless, on their bellies, about even with Cassandra's hips. It did not look comfortable at all, but of course it wasn't meant to be.
I was mesmerized as I stepped into the doorway to watch for a few minutes. The man's naked body was fitted with a ringed belt about his middle. He lay with an arm and a leg on each side of the small horse, and was secured to it with a thick waist strap. Brian's wrists were fastened with quick-connecting clips at floor level.
To compound the lawyer's ridiculous position, Cassandra doubled his legs back at the knee and hooked his ankles to short chains from his ringed belt. Now, he was completely helpless and totally at her mercy.
"Ready to make love, precious?" Cassandra taunted the male with a wicked sound to her voice. Then, as she saw me watching at the doorway, she paused to smile sweetly and to blow me a kiss.
"Have a good time, tonight, darling," Cassandra smiled, "and please close the door before you leave. My guest and I want to be alone. Don't we, precious?!"
Cassandra hissed the last three words at her male visitor, and she slapped him loudly across his naked ass several times. This caused a distinct, shower of tingling sound from her metal bracelets.
The male winced in his exposed position with each slap, and his skin reddened noticeably. Perverse, sadistic laughter was heard for the first time from Cassandra scarlet mouth.
In another moment, a convenient milking stool was brought near the horse, and she sat before the male to whisper in his ear. I was certain these personal messages were NOT going to be “sweet nothings”.
I could just barely Cassandra's whispered words, spoken in a syrupy, mocking tone. "Mommy's been absolutely on fire to see you, again, precious. Remember all the fun we had last time? Hmmm?"
She chuckled again softly, before continuing. "I sprayed into your mouth with over a pint of my luscious, yellowish pee. Remember? Ha ha! It took over half an hour to empty the container, because I did it VERY slowly. Ha ha! I gave you one or two 'squishes' about every twenty seconds or so, and I watched you make all those sour faces. Remember? Oooo, it was sooo much fun! Every time I think of it, I smile, and get 'the hots' for you all over again! Would you like to have a bit more of my luscious 'lemonade', hmmm?"
After another long, sinister chuckle from Cassandra, the man murmured some uncomfortable sounds, and she suddenly hissed, "STAY STILL, DAMN IT! QUIT FIDGETING AROUND, YOU SILLY FUCKING DUNCE! YOU BETTER NOT UPSET ME!"
Cassandra stood and slapped the man again, this time in the face. I watched his head bounce away from her blow, amid more tingling sounds from her bracelets. Then she stomped around him, as if terribly angry. I knew one of her 'BETTY DAVIS STYLE' tirades was coming. She appeared to be in a sudden, ill-mannered, feminine fury! What an actress!
"Tonight, I wanted to do something special with you," Cassandra wailed as she strode back and forth. "I wanted to have some playful fun for just the two of us, and here you are acting as if you don't even care about me. My feelings are hurt! Maybe I should just send you home, especially if you can't act any better than that!"
Cassandra paused for effect, stomped around a bit more, and then finally re-seated her curvy bottom on the low stool. There was a long, dramatic silence before she began speaking again.
"Or perhaps, I should examine your pathetic genitals VERY carefully, and maybe that would settle you down. YES! Let's do that! I'll save my luscious pee to give you later, after I've had some fun fucking with you for a while!"
Cassandra straightened on her stool, and without warning, she slapped again at the naked ass perched before her. I counted six more vicious hits amid a showering symphony from her bracelets.
"How do like my gentle kisses, precious!" Cassandra sneered.
She stood again, not really expecting an answer. Her black, thigh-high boots clicked their noisy way across the floor as she moved the wooden stool to a new position. The tethered male groaned softly.
Cassandra sat comfortably again, wiggling her curvy bottom into place, and hissed, "Let's see if I can find those ultra-sensitive testicles of yours! I'm sure a little prolonged, judicious squeezing will make you pay better attention to me! Hold still until “Mommy” gets a proper handful, and then you can squirm and wiggle that cute little ass all you want. Ha ha!"
I saw Cassandra's right hand move slowly upward from between the rear of the male's naked thighs, and then she grasped tenaciously. Cassandra chuckled with satisfaction as her subject winced sharply on contact.
"Yes!" She grinned sadistically. "There's your plump little darlings! You didn't think you could hide them from me, did you?"
Brian the Brain grimaced on the horse as Cassandra tugged at a tight handful of his most tender flesh. She squeezed, and shook her wrist, making more bracelet music.
"Now! Are you going to be good for Mommy? Hmmmm? Oooo! Does it hurt, precious? Oooo! Too bad!" Cassandra taunted, and she turned her head to wink at me in her devilishly delighted way. In that moment, I DID see a certain resemblance to the haughty, sexy Morticia Addams.