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The Servitude of Sappho: Remaking Joyce Summers	By : Salamandaslash Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 26883 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Servitude of Sappho: the Remaking of Joyce Summers

Part 2: Tears and Transformation.
Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance):
Buffy Summers: Sarah Michelle Geller
Willow Rosenberg: Alyson Hannigan
Joyce Summers: Kristine Sutherland
Faith Lehane: Eliza Dushku
Dawn Summers: Michelle Trachtenberg
Janice Penshaw: Amber Tamblyn
Cordelia Chase (a waitress and sales assistant): Charisma Carpenter
Reggie Cates: Gabrielle Union
Kendra Young: Bianca Lawson
Dayna Penshaw (Joyce’s friend and Janice’s mom): Peri Gilpin
Tara Maclay: Amber Benson
Kennedy Sandoval: Iyari Limon
Juliet Chase: Chase Masterton
Officer Kate Lockley: Elizabeth Rohm
Bree Mason: Marcia Cross
Anya Jenkins: Emma Caulfield
Alex Fielding: Tia Mowry-Hardrict
Camryn Barnes: Tamera Mowry-Housley
Charlotte York: Kristin Davis
Chapter 1: If all the year were playing holidays… (it’s Shakespeare – get over it)

The following morning Joyce woke, barely rested at all; even more wearied, strained, than the preceding mornings.
The night had been long and gruelling. Where the night before had been one of soft domination, this had been fiercer, harsher, crueller. Faith had spanked her again; her bottom and thighs and slapping her breasts until she was ablaze all over before she smacked her between her legs. Joyce had wept and cried, begging, but Faith had been merciless – as she had promised she would be. And then she had made love to her; driving her to climax; wringing her orgasm from before spanking her and then fucking her all over again until her young Mistress had finally permitted her, exhausted, emotionally and physically her aching, punished body demanding sleep, to surrender to her fatigue. She had plunged deep. But even her slumbers had been disrupted and disturbed by searing erotic dreams of suffering and complete sexual submission.
As she stirred her body ached, her buttocks still bruised and heated; raw. Her legs were tired strained from where she had been spread and stretched beneath Faith. Her womanhood felt bruised and sore from repeated use. Her jaw and tongue ached from the hard work to which it had been put.
In just two nights Joyce had discovered in Faith a lover unlike any she had never known before; the like of whom she could never have imagined; a lover whose demanding, exotic appetites were matched in their variety and frequency only by their wild, passionate intensity.
She gave a soft groan as she ascended to a fuller level of wakefulness.
Her lover’s frame was a taut, her body hard, solid next to her. Joyce moved closer naturally to snuggle against her.
“Morning,” she said softly, pressing her lips to the place where the younger woman’s smoothly muscled bicep merged into her shoulder.
“You ok baby?” Faith’s voice was also soft in reply as she slid an arm around Joyce drawing her close so that the older woman’s head was pillowed on her.
“Mmmm…yes…” Joyce murmured into Faith’s neck. She felt held, treasured, protected, restrained in the young woman’s arms. “Sore…tired…but good tired…good sore…” she said and her voice shook.
“Good sore?” Faith’s voice was husky.
“Yes…good sore…because you did it to me…you made me submit…which must mean I belong to you…”
“Aw damn! Joyce that’s so hot! You are so submissive…such a natural slut…I can’t believe how easily you’ve begun to change!”
“Mmmmm…your slut…if you want me…” Joyce purred again, coyly now, sliding her knee up on top of the muscle of Faith’s thigh; muscle Joyce now remembered pressed hard against her sex as she had slumped, spanked and paddled into utter submission, against her young lover. She remembered thrusting hard against it, painting the corded thigh with her arousal, the softness of the smooth flesh chafing her tenderness as her bottom’s suffering continued.
“Want you? Damn it Joyce…so hot…of course I want you…I’ve never wanted anyone or anything so much as I want you! You are so perfect…I-I…I really could fall in love with you!”
It was still a strange thing to Joyce to see the younger girl blush again.
“Y-you could?”
“Well, yeah…I think so…I mean I’ve always been kind of crazy about you…from when Buffy first brought me home to meet you…until then I’d definitely been focused on getting Buffy to spread her legs but when I saw you…boom! And over time…well it’s just got…y’know more…and getting you in the sack…and yesterday…last night…the last few days…the way you’ve learned to submit…fuck you’re perfect Joyce! It would be crazy if I wasn’t falling for you!”
“Oh my!” Joyce breathed, blushing herself now in turn.
“Yeah…well…” Faith said a little lamely. “I mean it…you’re beautiful…and hot – did I mention how hot you are – when you’re being fucked, or spanked, or anything…so hot…my beautiful, submissive slut…you’re perfect for me.”
“Oh my!” Joyce repeated herself. “Gosh…that’s…g-gosh…i-incredible…” She blushed and she said in a little voice. “I-I think…maybe I-I’m falling for you as well Faith…ohh…I-I th-think I want to be everything you want me to be sweetheart…I mean…*everything*…your good little housewife…your dirty whore of a MILF…your complete, total sex slave…I want to be yours…because you know I want…you know I *need* you to force me to submit…”
Faith grinned.
“Oh yeah,” she purred. “So hot!” She pulled the older woman to her enjoying the sensation of her trembling frame against her.
“Mmmm…Sweetness…just…*so* hot!”
Joyce snuggled close, as close as she could to the taut youthful body of her lover.
“I-I know you want me to go to work Faith…but maybe I could just…not go in today…not open up the Gallery…I-I want you so much…I could take a day and spend it with you…in bed…or wherever else you want to take me…so I can show you just what a good little *dirty* whore I can be…”
“Mmmm…I want you too Sweetness and I think like the sound of that Joyce…but you’re gonna have to pay for it if I let you…”
“Pay for it?” Joyce blinked. “Oh!” she said realisation dawning her eyes, widening a little; a shadow of fear, memory of the night before crossing her gaze. “D-do you mean you’re going to spank me again?”
“You got it Sweetness…the rule is that you go to work…I told you – break the rules…you get spanked…”
Joyce bit her lip, her flanks aching with the burning memory of the night before. She looked up from where she lay on her lover’s shoulder, meeting Faith’s dark eyes.
She shuddered. She didn’t want to be spanked again – not so soon; not ever. The memory of her paddling, of tearful anguish was a strong one. Her tender, spanked flesh ached all over. Between her legs there was a splash of ice – or was it fire? But Faith’s eyes were hard, immutable.
Her heart raced at the certainty of what awaited her. Unspeaking she lowered her eyes in acquiescence.
“If you say so darling…”
Faith chuckled softly. And then she said; “But first…a good little housewife should be making breakfast by now…I’ll have mine in bed…and then you can have yours.”
She pointed down to the lush, dark place between her thighs. A waggle of her eyebrows leaving Joyce in no doubt what she meant.
“And when you’ve had your breakfast Sweetness we’ll go get my stuff from my place so I can move in…and then we’re gonna take your credit card to Victoria’s Secret…and a few other places…”
“Ohh…ok…” Joyce breathed softly nodding but uncertain what to say. “Wh-when are you g-going spank me?” she asked.
Faith grinned.
“Well that would be telling Sweetness…I think for now I’ll just let you worry about that…not knowing should leave you nicely antsy…I like you antsy!”
Joyce shuddered some more, her insides quaking in trepidation. She gave a little gasp of dismay.
“I also like you on your back…so don’t forget that you’re gonna be spreading your legs later – so as I can pound you as well!”
“Ohhh…s-sounds g-good…mmm…” Joyce moaned softly. “I want that…pinned down while you fuck me…mmm…” She thrust herself against Faith’s hard young body, grinding her groin against her hip. Her voice was husky, lustful, seductive. “You know you could do me now baby…” She eased onto her back and opened her legs, her knees raised. “You could just get your dildo and stretch me wide open so you can nail my old whore’s ass to the bed…”
How had she got so comfortable with talking like that?
Her sex throbbed wetly, aching with renewed need and heat despite the dull, bruised feeling of use she felt. She thrust her hips upwards slightly in a lewd display.
Faith laughed.
“Later Joyce – I promise I’m going to bone you hard enough to make your teeth ache but now Sweetness…it’s time you got your ass into the kitchen…being my slutty little housewife isn’t all about sex and spankings you know…so up you get Sweetness!”
The young woman reached out to take Joyce’s hand pulling her upright and Joyce groaned in disappointment.
Faith half pulled, half pushed her into action. “Time to get that slutty ass into action Joyce…” Faith continued as she sat up beside her. As she did so she pulled the older woman around, turning her so her bottom faced her before swatting her firmly across the bottom.
“Ohhhhhh!” Joyce groaned, her tender cheeks blazing with renewed pain at the sudden spank that left a hand print on her still tender behind.
Faith smacked her again.
“Oh-ohhh-oooohhh!” She gasped in sudden shock, her sensually seductive mood shattered; her feet kicking. “Owwwww!” she cried.
Faith chuckled again. “By the way babe,” she said. “You better not forget that before I bang you I’m going to roast your ass and *that* we are going to do properly…long and slow and hard…so it hurts *good*!” She grinned at Joyce lasciviously. “Now go get my breakfast.” she said swatting the older woman’s ass again.
“Owww! I’m going! I’m going!” Joyce cried with a pout, scampering out of reach before she looked at her lover intently. “You can do whatever you want to me, you know, don’t you Faith!”
“Yep! I do!” Faith replied smugly watching the pleasant spread of Joyce’s mature buttocks as they crossed the room, jiggling. “Mmmm…what an ass!” she growled.
Crossing the room Joyce looked back over her shoulder and wiggled her bottom. “This one?”
“Yeah that one,” the Faith crooned. “That ass ripe and ready for a damn hard paddling.”
“Well since you say I’ve earned it Faith…it must be…” And the older woman gave a shake of her rump with a surprisingly girlish giggle before reaching for her robe where it hung on the back of the door
"Uh-uh, no Sweetness…no robe…"
Joyce looked back at Faith.
"B-but…" she started to protest. “Dawnie …”
“Don’t worry about her Sweetness...she’s gonna have to get used to seeing you bare assed…as well as dressed to tease…”
“Oh…o-ok…” Joyce acquiesced with a renewed pout. She did not sound entirely convinced.
“Don’t sulk Joyce!” Faith said an edge entering her voice. “Unless you want an extra spanking now to start your day, as well as your real whupping later...”
“N-no Faith…I’m sorry.” Joyce forced a wide smile on her face. “I’ll be good…look I’m going…naked…”
“Besides,” Faith added. “I can’t be sure ‘cos I was kinda busy but pretty certain Dawnie didn’t come home last night.”
Joyce frowned as she grabbed the handle and swung the door wide.
“Don’t worry Sweetness. I’m sure Dawn is ok – you know she was probably sleeping over at Janice’s.” In fact knowing that Buffy was staying in her college dorm room it was her confidence in Dawn’s nightly sleepovers that Faith had relied upon to allow her to begin her enslavement of Joyce. She chose not to reveal to Joyce what she’d seen of the two teens’ intimacy 3 nights before.
“True I suppose…” Joyce agreed.
“Good girl Joyce,” Faith said amenably. “In fact because you’re such a good girl – I tell you what – I’ll let you put on an apron while you make my pancakes…after all we don’t want any hot splashes on your cute little snatch…”
Joyce smiled at Faith’s offer.
“Thank you Faith,” she said .Her eyes danced with an adoring gratitude.
Faith watched Joyce leaving with a smirk before settling back into bed. She surveyed the room. Her attention had been fixed on other things than her older companion’s bedroom the night before.
Looking around she decided that she would take the top two drawers of the chest of drawers for hers as well as some closet space. The top drawer would make a good place to keep her small collection of sex toys – a collection she thought, she and Joyce should begin enlarging that afternoon. ‘Hmmm…Victoria’s Secret first and then some clothes shopping…then the adult shop for some toys…maybe some *really* kinky lingerie…and maybe a couple of nropos we can watch tonight…’ She put her hands behind her head making herself extra comfortable. Looking around the room again she saw the small TV Joyce kept in the corner. ‘You know I reckon we’ll get cable and a subscription to the Playboy Channel...but were gonna need a DVD player for the sort of movies that are too hot for Playboy…and I best bring my own nrop collection over. We’ll keep some up here and some downstairs so we have plenty to watch…’
She grinned deeply at the pleasant prospect of watching nrop with Joyce.
“Mmmm…” she groaned, alive with the sexual possibilities her imagination was throwing up. “I bet she’s never seen any lesbian nrop…oh she is going to be so embarrassed…but so turned on…oh that’s so hot! Damn it, where is that slut with my breakfast…not sure whether I’m hungrier than I am horny or the other way round…I think I‘ll just get her to eat my pussy while I eat my pancakes…can’t wait to come in her mouth again…’
Faith’s mind wondered over the pleasant, erotic prospects of what today and every day of her new life with Joyce might entail.
‘Best get some razors this afternoon as well…mmmm…look forward to shaving that cute little snatch…mmmm…we’ll do that tonight…and I reckon we’ll have to borrow some clothes from B for her…those tiny little, tight, white cut-off shorts she doesn’t wear now – shame that – and that cute little sleeveless shortie, tied front shirt she wore last summer…Joyce will look so trampy…so hot in that…especially without a bra...mmmm…or panties…mmmm…’
Faith’s hand was between her legs by now, two fingers moving slowly up and down the split of her liquid sex.
“Mmmmm,” she moaned to herself. ‘Damn I’m going to pound the slut’s pussy so hard later!’
Deeply pleased with herself, delighted with the way things were working out between her and Joyce s she was quite lost in her erotic daydream as her fingers rubbed leisurely over the hard stub of her clit. She wasn’t masturbating hard but she did not notice Joyce’s return with a piled plate of pancakes with syrup.
“Oh! Oh my!” Joyce said with a slight squeak of surprise. “Ooooh…mmmm…” her voice became appreciative. She closed her teeth on her lower lip.
“Mmmm…hey Sweetness,” Faith looked up at her, unblushing though Joyce could not say the same, the brunette’s fingers not stopping their slow rhythm.
Joyce was dressed in nothing more than her cook’s apron, her breasts bulging out from beneath its upper panel. “You look nice like that.” Faith said with a nod of admiration. With her free hand she did a twirling motion with her finger, indicating that Joyce should turn around. Still blushing the golden haired older woman slowly complied. “Mm-mmm…” Faith approved. “Your ass looks good like that…you look good like that…like a hot slutty little housewife wanting to please…mmmm…that my breakfast?”
“Errr-erm…y-yes Faith…pancakes and syrup how you and Buffy always like…”
“Mmmmm…good…bring ‘em here babe…and then you can take over down here.”
“Oh…oh lovely!” Joyce beamed at her lover, crossing the room to hand over the pancakes before scurrying around to clamber on the bed between the brunette’s legs.
As Faith began to consume her breakfast Joyce reached to run her fingers through Faith’s neat thatch of dark chestnut curls.
“Un-uhh,” Faith stopped her through a mouthful of pancake. “You need to eat as well, Joyce!” She said and she reached to draw Joyce’s head down between her legs. “But don’t rush your breakfast though Sweetness…take your time…enjoy it…and when I’ve finished off these pancakes you can finish me off…I’ll make sure you get a mouthful.”
“Oh…ohmmm…mmmmpfhhh…mmmmffffff!” was all Joyce could say in reply as she was plunged face first into her new lover’s womanhood.
“Mmmmm…that’s right Joycie…mmmm!” Faith moaned around another mouthful as Joyce’s tongue ran up her soft, plump divide.
“There’s a good slut…mmmmm…take it nice and slow…”
Kneeling on her haunches, bending forwards to her task Joyce looked up adoringly at her younger lover from between her thighs as her tongue fluttered lightly, gently over the humid, viscous flesh; her mouth filled again with the flavour of Faith’s flooding arousal.
“Mmm…mmm…mmmmmppppfffhhhhmmmm…” she mumbled as she lapped contentedly.
“Mmmm… good pancakes Joyce…” answered Faith munching through another pancake as Joyce munched on her twat.
“Mmmmm…mmmm…mmmmffff…” Joyce replied, her eyes shining with adoration, her tongue searching, probing gently at the inner entrance to Faith’s body.
“That’s good Joyce…mmmm…good…ohhhhh!”
Faith’s hips bucked as Joyce’s tongue slid up over her clit.
“Mmmm…that’s right…mmmmm!” Faith moaned as she finished her last mouthful of pancake and set the plate aside. “Now sweetie – time to get stuck in!”
Despite her syrupy fingers Faith reached into Joyce’s hair and pulled her deeper into her with a sigh of contentment and Joyce’s mouth began to work harder.
Despite the ache in her jaw from the previous night’s exertions Joyce plunged deep into Faith, lapping at the constricting walls of the younger woman’s love channel, straining up to find the spot she had discovered caused Faith to drench her with thin, musky girl-jizz when teased.
“Mmmmpppfhhh…mnnnnn…mnnnnhhhhhhh…” she gurgled and moaned.
“Ohhhh…ohhhh….mmmm…yeahh baby…oh yeah…just there slut…lick it…eat it…lick it just there…like that…ohhh…y-you’re gonna make me cum in your slutty mouth Sweetness…uhhh…uhhhh…uhhhh-ohhhhh-ahhhhhhh!” Faith cried out at last, her hips bucking, her abdomen quaking and rippling with pleasure as she came.
“Ggggggunnnnnhhhhhmmmmpppphhhhggggg,” Joyce burbled as the dominant brunette squirted, spraying a cascade of girl-cum into her receptive mouth once again. What didn’t go into her mouth painted Joyce’s cheeks and throat. Hungry for Faith’s honey Joyce clung on desperately to the bucking young woman, her mouth welded to her lover’s sex; to the source of the flood.
With a shudder Faith fell back, briefly spent.
“Ahhh…mmmm…” she moaned contentedly. “Ahhh Joyce – you are *such* a great cunt licker! Mmmmm…” She sank back. “Amazing!”
Joyce looked up at her lover from under hooded lids, licking her lips she gave a proud little smile.
“Hope you enjoyed your syrup as much as I enjoyed mine!” Faith purred with a lopsided grin a few moments later, lifting her head from the pillow.
“Mmmm…delicious! Thank you for my breakfast!” Joyce said with a coy grin.
“S’ok babe. But I guess we better be getting on – we’ve got plenty to do today.”
Joyce pouted again frowning as Faith swung her legs out of bed.
“You need a shower Sweetness and we need to pick you out some clothes – something slutty for my hot little whore! I know Buffy leaves some clothes here and I think she should have just the right thing! Then we can go over to my place – pick up my gear before we hit the shops.”
Faith stretched arching her back, smoothly muscled arms stretching upwards as she rose onto her tip toes. The tight solid musculature of her butt and flat abdomen were counterbalanced the weighty curves of her youthful, pink capped breasts. Joyce looked at her longingly, lustfully, her eyes heavy.
The older woman pulled a face. “But…ah-aren’t you g-going to fuck me first?” she blurted out in frustration.
Faith finished her stretch fully aware of what the sight of her naked body was doing to the already highly aroused Joyce.
“Nope,” she answered. “Not yet…maybe later – if you’re good…when we’ve done what we have to do…you’re taking a day off work but that doesn’t mean you get to do nothing all day…”
“Ohh,” Joyce said.
“Don’t whine Sweetness…you’re a housewife not a schoolgirl…now you hit the shower and I’ll go raid B’s closet for you. OK?”
“A-aren’t you going to join me?” Joyce asked hesitantly, desperately.
“Nope – I’ll get in after you.”
Joyce’s face fell further.
Faith grinned. She was enjoying tweaking the frustrations of the older woman, tormenting her, in the full knowledge that it would keep her on edge all day. And, she was certain that an on edge Joyce would be a compliantly horny Joyce.
“Shower – now Joyce!” she instructed reaching to swat her mature rump once more. “Unless you want to earn yourself some extra on your spanking later?”
“Oh – no – ok Faith! I-I’m going…” Joyce cried leaping up to head for the en suite.
“And no touching Joyce remember!” Faith warned sternly. “You can wash down there but don’t let me catch you lingering – you play with yourself when I say…and only when I say! Ok Sweetness?”
“Ohh…oh n-no ma’am!” Joyce replied hurriedly with a blush. “I w-wont…I promise…not unless you say!”
“Good.”
Faith turned on her heel and Joyce headed for the shower.

The warm water felt good, soothing and cleansing on her aching, sweat soaked body but it was also stimulating as it ran over her nipples and down her supple frame; through her curls and over her sex. With a struggle she managed to keep her mind on freshening up rather than pleasuring herself in the way she might usually have done previously in the shower.
Still she was perhaps even more frustrated when she stepped out of the shower to dry herself than when she had got in.
Faith was waiting for her, leaning against the door frame, watching.
The brunette smiled at her rakishly. “Damn you look good like that Joyce…dripping wet. You don’t know how much I really, really want to bone you right now…lay you down and pump your pussy until you turn to jelly…mmmm…”
Joyce looked back at Faith with a groan. “Ohh...please…” she gasped. “Please…why don’t you? Why don’t you just do that…do *me* now…do me hard…fuck me…fuck your horny little slut?”
Faith almost growled.
“fuck Joyce – you don’t make it easy to resist you do you?” Faith grinned. “But you need to learn to wait Sweetness. We’ll call it your first lesson! Now I’ve dug out some clothes for you. They’re on your bed – put on what’s there – and *nothing* else. OK?” She stepped past Joyce and into the shower as she spoke.
“Ok.” Joyce said subsiding. Grabbing a towel from the rail she wrapped it around her hair before stepping naked out of the bathroom.
Moments later despite the noise of the shower as the water poured, running over Faith she could hear the exclamation of surprise and dismay from Joyce and she grinned.
‘Oh yeah!’ She thought.

“You aren’t dressed,” the dark haired young woman’s voice was sharp as she stepped back into the bedroom.
She was right. Joyce sat on the end of the bed naked except for her towel beside the small pile of clothes Faith had left for her.
“B-but – I c-can’t Faith…d-don’t make me go out like that…I mean I know you said my clothes would get shorter…tighter…sluttier…but…I-I thought you meant n-normal clothes…a-and…l-like that…a-and n-no bra or panties…”
“I did mean ‘normal’ clothes Joyce…but they are your work clothes…this is…’leisurewear’! If we’re taking a day off you should dress – casual!”
“B-but Faith – I-I can’t…oh…I-I want to be good…and d-do as you say…I-I promise I’ll do anything you like i-in bed…a-and I know I’m going to get spanked later b-but…i-it’s too revealing…too embarrassing.”
Faith’s face hardened.
“Listen Joyce,” she said firmly. “This is the sort of stuff we talked about. You said you wanted to be with me – you said you understood how that would be. It’s part of your training – if you want to be with me…well – you need to learn what I want – you need to learn to do as you’re told! OK?”
Joyce gave a sort of sob. “Yes…I-I kn-know Faith…I do *so* want to be with you…b-but…I mean…”
Tears threatened to form in her eyes.
“Come here baby,” Faith said more softly, beckoning Joyce towards her. Sitting she patted her thighs and drawing the older woman to sit in her lap she put her arms around her.
“Listen Sweetness,” she said. “You know you don’t get a choice don’t you? If you’re going to be my dirty little housewife you’re going to have to start doing as you’re told. Now I don’t want to have to spank you now…but I will if you don’t behave.” And then she paused before dipping her hand down between Joyce’s thighs to cup her sex. “Of course if you’re good…you’ll get to feel good. You’ll get *plenty* of girl-cock later. If you’re a *good* little housewife you’re gonna get your pretty pussy pounded good and hard…ok?”
Joyce gave a soft sighing moan as Faith’s fingers stroked gently over her sensitive flesh, circling her button. Biting her lip she looked at the much younger woman who had taken over her life in a matter of days.
“Mmmm…ohh…”
“You’d like that wouldn’t you Joyce?”
“Mmmm…mm-hmm.” Joyce’s hips bucked into Faith’s teasing fingers. “Mmmm…y-yessss….yes p-please Faith…”
“So Joyce,” Faith continued. “Are you going to be a good slut?
“I-I g-guess so Faith…b-but …ohhh…n-n-no panties…I-I know you want me to be an obedient slut…but it’s so…embarrassing…what if we meet someone I know?”
“What if you do? Do you think that they’ll be able to tell you’re not wearing panties?”
“W-well n-no…I-I suppose…no…don’t think so…but…” Joyce seemed to subside. But despite her compliance she still looked uncertain and confused.
Faith smiled.
“I tell you what Joyce,” she said. “How about if I find you some panties to wear?” She asked slyly.
Joyce smiled brightly in return. “Thank you Faith…thank you…”
“Up you get then Sweetness,” Faith trilled. “I think I saw just the thing in Buffy’s panty drawer. Put on your blouse and your socks and sneakers and I’ll be back in a moment.”
She disappeared leaving Joyce alone to fumble with the pink ankle socks and sneakers and to slip into the blouse. Understanding how revealing it was, how the heft of her breasts swayed and bounced without the support of a bra she found herself blushing deeply.
“Nice,” Faith purred from the doorway as she watched Joyce dress with heavy eyes. In her hand was a tiny, bright pink scrap of lace. She held it up so Joyce could see that it was a tiny thong. She handed it over to Joyce with a grin.
As she stepped into it Joyce realised the error of her ways. The thong was high-waisted so that the straps came up high over her hips. It was obvious that when she pulled on the tiny hipster shorts the thong would be clearly visible above their waist band.
“Oh…oh no…” she stammered in confused embarrassment at the knowledge that Faith had outflanked her.
The younger woman winked at her and Joyce felt a warming again between her legs in response to the brunette’s roguish smile. Shaking a little, with a shy smile of her own she stepped into Buffy’s panties pulling them up her legs and over her hips. Unused to wearing a thong she wriggled a little to get the g-string in between her buttocks. It was an odd, itchy presence as she tried to adjust it.
Faith watched avidly, her dark eyes hot embers of lust as she enjoyed Joyce’s squirming discomfort.
“Camera Joyce,” she said with a chuckle. “Let me help.”
Blushing again, in a near permanent state of embarrassment, Joyce moved hesitantly over towards her still naked young lover. Faith turned her around to admire her bottom, running her fingers up the g-string, slipping her finger under it to draw it up tighter between Joyce’s cheeks.
“Eeep!” Joyce gave a tiny cry as it pulled tight, taut against her womanhood.
“Mm-mmm…pretty in pink,” Faith murmured and without warning she smacked the older woman’s bottom.
“Ohhh!” Joyce cried and Faith spanked her again.
“Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhhhhhhh!” Joyce gasped and moaned as Faith spanked her quickly; her hand hard; sharp spanks smacking rapidly across her butt cheeks causing them to bounce and wobble, blushing, pinking to match her face.
“Owww! Ohh! Ohh! Oh! Ouch! Oww! Oww! Owwwwwwchhhh!” She cried as Faith warmed her bottom, still aching, sore from the night before.
“Ohhh! Ohhhh! Owww! Owwwwww! Ouch! Ouch! Ouch Owwwwch! Owwwww! Ohhhh! Owwwwwwch! Ahhhhhhh!!!”
As quickly and suddenly as it had begun, moments later her impromptu spanking ended.
“Oh yes…very nice…pretty *and* pink!” Faith almost crooned declaring herself satisfied. “Now Joyce – put on your shorts and tell me what lesson you’ve just learned.”
“Ohhh-ohhh-ohhhh…” Joyce panted as she bent her bottom still hot and aching a potent reminder of the previous night’s distress and a forewarning of the severe spanking she had been promised for later. “Ohhh…t-to do as I’m t-told Faith?”
“Good guess babe,” Faith responded, picking up her t-shirt, jeans and underwear from the night before. “We’ll head to mine first so I can change before we hit the shops.” Her eyes still rested heavily on Joyce as she struggled into the microscopic, cut-off, white denim shorts.
They were tight and, Joyce thought, obscenely short, low-cut. She hated to see Buffy in them, and even worse she had recently found a similar pair in Dawn’s laundry pile. Finding herself wearing them was simply mortifying.
They were cut so they left broad portions of her still blushing, heated bottom bare and they were a little too tight for comfort on her crotch so the seam pressed into her sex, splitting her folds, chafing against her button. The skimpy pink thong gave her no protection but she shuddered at how she’d have felt without its inadequate help. The tightness of the shorts also seemed to pull the thong itself even tauter between her cheeks. She was acutely aware of her discomfort and that discomfort simply emphasised the sluttish nature of her appearance.
Despite everything though, she couldn’t help feel pleased that she could still fit into her daughter’s shorts.
She could see in the mirror where the pink thong was visible above the above the hipsters rising over her hips. She knew she looked like a tramp; a woman who should know better than to be displaying herself at her age. She felt uncomfortable; slutty and exposed.
“Damn but you look hot Sweetness!” Faith growled. “So slutty!”
Crossing to her she took the older woman in her arms and kissed her hard and deep with a fierce, demanding passion. Her tongue was forceful and aggressive in Joyce’s mouth and the older woman felt herself melt into her embrace with a whimper.
Faith’s hands ran down her body to grasp her by the buttocks pulling her hard against her.
“I am going to *bang* you so hard later! I’m going to pound you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight for days!” She promised and Joyce shook. “But in the meantime – let’s go show your slutty, whore’s ass off!”
“Mmmohhhh…” Joyce moaned. Her appearance suddenly seemed worth it.
The rest of the morning passed in a blur for Joyce. She found herself adrift in a state of almost constant, embarrassed arousal. Faith’s hands seemed to be almost permanently on her; touching her, squeezing her, fondling; her arm around her waist or over her shoulders; a hand constantly on her butt or in her hair; plucking the back of her thong, pulling it up tight into her cleft, increasing the pressure between her legs; fondling her boobs.
Faith’s place was a scruffy, down-beat apartment in one of Sunnydale’s less salubrious neighbourhoods. Joyce had found herself looking around in distaste. She felt even more exposed, vulnerable in her scanty outfit than she had at home. A group of youths down the street from Faith’s building hooted at them until Faith turned towards them her scowl silencing their whistles and cat-calls.
“Come on Sweetness,” Faith had said, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. “Ignore them…I won’t let anything happen to you…”
Joyce leaned into Faith, comforted by the possessive arm around her waist.
“Th-thank you,” she said softly.
Faith’s hand slipped down to her shorts, cupping her ass.
“Yeah – well – I’m possessive like that…I don’t like people taking liberties with my property…”
Joyce found herself smiling as Faith’s hand squeezed.
She had sat quietly on Faith’s bed as instructed while her lover had stripped and changed her clothes. Joyce had watched with lusty frustration as Faith had bared her body before slipping into a matching black bra and panty set. Her eyes had widened in surprise as Faith stepped into a black, leather harness complete with a large black dildo and for a moment she feared, or hoped – she wasn’t sure which – that Faith intended to ravish her again on the untidy bed in the scruffy little apartment. Her racing heart-rate slowed only when the younger woman pulled on a pair of clean, black jeans, stuffing the phallus into them and her sex ached with a dull throb of frustrated lust.
A dark red figure fitting wife beater top beneath her jacket completed Faith’s outfit.
Joyce watched with a strong sense of yearning desire as Faith dressed; as she primped her shining chestnut curls and applied a deep red lip-gloss; as she pulled on and laced up her bike boots. She then watched nervously as Faith had packed her stuff, including a worrying number sex toys and seemingly enough lesbian nrop to keep the population of a woman’s prison from missing their girlfriends. After helping her to carry it to the car she had then found herself sitting on the SUV’s bonnet as Faith had kissed her again, pulling Joyce’s legs around her so that she felt the solid bulge in her jeans against her crotch. Whimpering she had thrust back instinctively, willingly in a spontaneously brazen display of public lewdness.
Joyce remained painfully aware that where the high cut of her shorts left her cheeks bare her bottom was still quite pink after her earlier spanking, which in turn left her almost as acutely embarrassed as she was by Faith’s unashamed, blatant fondling of her ass as they visited the drug-store to purchase razors and shave gel.
“I’m planning on shaving her later,” Faith told the cash check girl with a bare faced smile as she handed over the cash. “Before I fuck her.”
The young shop assistant’s blush had matched Joyce’s as they paid, but her eyes, widening as Faith kissed her, had betrayed an unmistakeable nervous interest.
After that Faith had made a very public point of kissing her deeply and often, making out with her at every intersection and then at the parking lot; and in the entrance to the mall; outside Victoria’s Secret just before they entered the store. By then Joyce’s head was spinning and her lipstick was smudged. And Faith had at first held her hand as they browsed their way around inside before her touches became more overtly intimate; stroking her arm; her fingers tracing circles in the bare small of her back between her shorts and her top; or squeezing her bottom under the shop assistants’ scandalised stares as they chose a selection of sexy lingerie for her. Somehow, despite the embarrassment and humiliation, Joyce found herself enjoying herself; enjoying Faiths presence; her constant, intimate, presence; being the subject of her attention. Something made her lean into Faith’s embrace as they carried the assorted new underwear, as expensive as it was revealingly sexy to the cash desk.
Still, she blushed some more when Faith put an arm around her as she paid, saying; “I’m going to love seeing you in all this Sweetness…there’s nothing like a hot Milf in sexy lingerie…unless it’s watching her take it off for you…” and she kissed her once more.
She could feel the cashier’s shock and distaste in her stare.
And everywhere they went she could feel the many glances her outfit attracted both disapproving and lustful.
In April Fool’s she was reminded by the curvaceous brunette shop assistant, if such a reminder was needed, of the way her breasts hung and swayed and how her top offered anyone who chose to take it the chance to peep down into her cleavage or admire her nipples.
Joyce recognised her of course. She had been a school friend of Buffy’s and she found herself wondering just how close they had been. Cordy had looked askance at them as they had entered, seeming uncertain even after Faith had greeted her.
“Cordy!” Faith had said brightly. “How ya doin’ Queen C?”
“F-Faith…” the former Cheerleader and Prom Queen, now shop girl and part-time waitress, responded hesitantly. But she still managed a frown at the emphasis Faith put on her name. “A-and…Mrs Summers?” Incredulity rang in her voice her eyes flickering up and down Joyce’s scandalously scantily clad frame. Her tongue flickered briefly over her lips.
“Hi-hi…C-Cordelia…” Joyce stammered in return. Faith’s hand slipped down again to rest on her bottom. “H-how’s your M-mother? I haven’t seen her since you left school.” She asked lamely as if everything was quite normal; as if she wasn’t dressed like a slut; as if Cordelia wasn’t staring with undisguised lust at her chest; as if a much younger woman did not have a handful of her ass; as if there wasn’t a raging fire between her legs in response.
“She’s fine,” Cordelia replied. “Oh my! Buffy’s mom…” she almost groaned. “Are you two…errr…” she hesitated. “Are you…*together*?” She finished in disbelief.
“Well we’ve just started seeing each other,” Faith replied smoothly as Joyce found herself speechless. “Seeing how it fits but it seems to be going ok doesn’t it Sweetness?”
She squeezed Joyce’s rump making her squeak.
“Y-yes!” Joyce gasped. “V-very well…ooooohh!”
“B-but – y-you’re her…oh my…sh-she’s your…your bottom?” Her eyes moved from Faith to lock intensely on Joyce.
Faith grinned at Cordelia’s stammering question; at her all too obviously piqued sexual interest.
“Well it wasn’t going to be the other way around was it Cor?”
“N-n-no…I g-guess not…but oh my…Buffy’s mom’s a subby girl?”
“Well…yeah…but you’re just learning aren’t you Sweetness? A dykey little slut in training heh?” Faith squeezed Joyce’s bottom again.
“Oooh-ooofff…” Joyce groaned her hips rolling; the raging heat between her legs maddening. “Mmmmnnn…y-yes Faith…ohhhh…I am…I-I’m…l-learning to be y-your…wh-whore…”
It was as if the words said themselves and Cordelia stared.
“How’s Anya?” Faith asked waggling her eyebrows suggestively. “You were certainly looking very…hmmm…into each other the other night…”
Cordy dragged her gaze briefly from Joyce. She gave Faith an odd grin – partly lascivious partly smug. “Oh she’s ok,” she answered. “We’re not *exactly* serious.”
“No – I guess not – two subs like you.”
Cordelia blushed and then she shrugged as if realising that she couldn’t lie to her former school-friend. “Well…I love her…but she’s too much of a bottom for me – and the feeling’s mutual.” The statuesque brunette rolled her eyes wryly. “Besides, I’m looking for someone more…mature…” Again her eyes played over Joyce. “Someone who knows what they want from me…and isn’t afraid to take it…” Her gaze returned to Faith.
While Joyce blushed, her young lover grinned at Cordelia’s all too obvious interest.
“Sorry Cor…I’m taken…” She squeezed Joyce’s rump again and Joyce felt a warm sensation in her gut. “But I’m sure you’ll enjoy putting yourself out there to look Cor. I’m sure you *both* will…” Faith waggled her eyebrows again. “Now – we came to do some shopping for Joyce…so if you don’t mind?”
“Oh sure thing,” said Cordy.
She helped them to choose a midnight blue satin, backless number that was so thin and so tight that Joyce immediately realised that it would be utterly impractical to wear underwear beneath it; and a tiny, short, black body-con dress that was cut low between her breasts and barely covered her bottom, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
“You’re gonna look *hot* in these Ms Summers!” she said with feeling.
In the small changing room in back Joyce removed her shirt and unfastened her shorts stripping down to her pink thong to try on the two dresses when Faith slid in behind the curtain to make her appreciation clear with eager hands; her fingers plucking at her nipples before dipping down inside the pink scrap of her panties of to slip into the folded split of her core and rub against her button.
“Ohhhmmmmmmooooh!” Joyce gasped loudly, her hips pumping as Faith fingered her clit.
“Mmmm…there’s my horny old slut…” Faith purred, kissing her.
“Ohhhhmmmmmmuhh-uh-uh-uuhhh!” she groaned.
“Damn you’re so hot Joyce,” Faith almost growled sliding her free arm around Joyce to hold her as her hand moved between the older woman’s thighs, her finger sawing on her nubbin. “So hot…so wet…jeez I need to fuck you!”
“Mmmmm-mmh-mmmh-mmmmm…oh yuh-yes…” Joyce panted. “Y-yes…p-please Faith…” she gasped reaching her arms up and around the dark haired young woman’s neck to cling to her.
“Hold on Sweetness,” Faith instructed, her words filling Joyce’s mouth before releasing her hold on the older woman and reaching down to unfasten the zipper of her jeans, she pulled out the large dildo she wore beneath her clothes.
Joyce gave a low gasp as she realised that her companion meant to ravish her there in the changing room cubicle and Faith pushed her back against the wall. “Oh Faith! Do it to me Faith. Fuck me! Fuck your dirty slut…*please*!”
“Back against the wall babe…come on…” She ordered reaching to lift Joyce’s right leg up to wrap it round her hip. “Come on…get your legs open slut…get them up…around my waist,” she ordered huskily helping her clamber up to wrap a leg up over her hips while her other hand released Joyce’s clit to press apart the plump liquid folds of her sex, opening her hungry split.
The dildo’s head was fat and hard between Joyce’s lips and she shuddered as it she felt it begin to squeeze into her.
“Ohhhhh…” she whimpered as Faith lifted her left leg pushing her up so that both her legs were now wrapped around her, her ankles crossed above her buttocks; her weight pressed back against the wall for support.
Unsupported now except by the grip of her legs over Faith’s hips her eyes widened with shock as her core yielded to the dildo and she felt herself slipping down onto the dildo so it stretched the deep walls of her sex, forcing its way into her, filling her.
“Ohhhhh g-g-g-g-ohhhhd….ohhhhhfffffffuhhh!” Joyce gasped her legs clamped tight around her lover as she was impaled.
“That’s right baby – take it all…” Faith growled arching her back to thrust upwards hard with lifting her hips to drive the full, massive length of the faux cock hard up into Joyce’s straining sex, slamming it into her depths
“Ohhhh-eeeeahhhh!” Joyce cried in response, finding herself suddenly fuller, fucked deeper than she had ever been before.
“Mmmm – that‘s a lot of cock isn’t it Sweetness?” Faith drawled still driving her hips upwards
“Oooooogggghhhh-ahhhhh!” Joyce felt the contoured rings around the dildo’s shaft drag against the taut rippling walls of her inner channel as it bulging head drove upwards deep inside her womanhood until it bottomed out, her lips kissing the place where it met the harness around Faith’s hips.
Her legs tightened around the dark haired younger woman as her sex tightened around the dildo.
“It’s bigger and harder than any little *real* dick you ever had isn’t it Joyce?”
“Ohhhggghhhffffhhh…ohhhy-yuh-yes F-Faith…” she gurgled as her lover began to thrust rhythmically. ”Ohhhh yuh-uh-uh-uhsss…s-soh-oh-oh-oh b-b-big a-and hard-uhh! S-so fu-u-u-u-ullll…uhhhhhhhnnnnhhhh! Unnhh! Unnhh! Unnhh! Unnhh! Unnhh!”
“Oh yeah - do you like that? Your pussy full of big, hard girl-cock?” Faith demanded as she slammed the huge shaft into the tension of older woman’s liquid core.
“Ohhhhh! Ohhh y-yes F-Faith…ahhhh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh! Y-yes…g-g-good…mm-hmmm…oh s-so b-big…s-so g-good…s-so f-fuh-uh-uh-ahllll…ohh…oh I luh-uh-uh-ove it…y-your b-big, h-hard g-girl-c…girl-c-c-c-ohhhhfuhhhhgggguhhh…gihhhrrrrl-co-oh-oh-ck!”
The dildo speared into Joyce sending rippling waves of fierce pleasure thrilling through her. She bucked, heaving as Faith’s hips pistoned against her, her strong youthful hands grasping Joyce beneath the buttocks, holding her close, controlling her as she banged the older woman’s shoulders back against the wall.
“Ohhhh! Oh Fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” Joyce cried and she thrashed and shuddered, bucking as she took the fiercely pounding strokes of the strap-on deep inside her core. “Oh y-y-yu-yes Faith! Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh fuck me! Oh fuck me Faith! Oh fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck…meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”
Joyce went rigid, her legs tightening squeezing, a noose of flesh around the younger woman’s hips, toes curling, heels drumming against her buttocks.
Faith subsided, her back arched, leaning back and up on her toes so the dildo remain planted deep inside the quaking Joyce. A fierce grin of satisfied glee formed on the young brunette’s face.
“Damn Joyce but you fuck *well*!” she breathed heavily. “Like a total lezzie whore – horny for girl-cock…”
“Mmmm-hmmm…yuh-yes…” Joyce mumbled, falling forwards, burying her face in Faith’s shoulder. As she clung on still she began to shake her muscles complaining as the adrenal rush of her orgasm subsided.
“Ok then whore, get your ass down now,” Faith purred, helping Joyce to uncross her legs and supporting her to the ground.
“Unhhhh!” the older woman moaned finding herself on tiptoes with the dildo still pushed up inside her. “Unnnnhhh! Uhhhhh…ohhh!” she groaned as Faith backed off, withdrawing.
“You like that then baby?” she asked. “You like being on my cock?”
“Mmm-hmmmm,” Joyce mumbled nodding. “Y-yes…s’good…oh fuhhhck...” she moaned in reply running her hand through her golden curls.
“Good girl!” came the response. “Come on baby, let’s get you dressed again so you can pay for your new clothes and we can go get you some more – I think I know just the place for some slutty shoes to go with these!”
“Oh-ok,” Joyce panted as she struggled back into her shorts and skimpy top.
Faith watched with a grin of pure lustful delight.
“You know you look *good* Joycie…nice and slutty and so hot – like you’ve just been fucked hard – oh and so you have!”
Catching a glimpse of herself in the changing room mirror the Joyce saw what Faith meant.
She looked strained and exhausted. Her hair was mussed and dishevelled, her make-up smudged. Despite her best efforts her shorts failed to hide the blemishes marking where her young lover’s fingers had held her tight, digging into her ass cheeks as she surrendered to the throes of her passion. In her eyes she saw a dizzy, glazed look of post orgasmic weariness. At the junction of her thighs where her shorts pulled up tight against her sex she could see a flash of pink where they failed, despite her best efforts in putting them back on, to cover the crotch of her pink panties; and she was sure there was a slight darkening in the white material; a stain that told of her freshly fucked pussy and her still un-sated arousal.
Joyce blushed again at the sight of herself. She was certain that she looked sluttier than anyone had ever looked but somehow, in the wearied aftermath of her recent orgasm, she felt detached from herself as if she were looking in on her own life from outside and she saw something of what Faith saw – the raw sensual, sexuality of how she looked; of what she was becoming; of what Faith was making her. A shiver of arousal slinked through her and a thin, narrow spike of something that might have been pride or satisfaction in herself, seemed to prickle her core from within.
Not that it stopped her embarrassment when Faith led her out of the changing room to find Cordelia waiting, a leering knowing grin on her face.
“Come on Sweetness,” Faith purred as she pointed her across to where the former prom-queen stood by the register. “Hand over your card.” She swatted Joyce’s bottom making the older woman give a little squeak of discomfort.
Scurrying to pay she felt Cordelia’s eyes heavily on her once again, checking her out, admiring her curves, watching as her boobs jiggled in the inadequate confines of her top. As she handed over her card she felt the statuesque young brunette’s eyes sink to stare lustfully down into her cleavage again. Cordelia’s tongue flickered over her lips. Joyce’s blush deepened feeling the confusing swirl of emotions – the humiliation at being so overtly appraised and the flush of pride again at being seen as so sexually desirable.
“I know – great tits aren’t they?” Faith said as she joined them at the counter.
Joyce gave a low gasp as Faith raised a hand to cup and squeeze her breasts, fondling them intimately, thumbing her nipples. “You like the look of this tramp Cordy?” Faith asked with a sort of wry amusement
Cordelia looked askance at Faith, dragging her eyes from Joyce’s tits, before nodding,
“Mm-hmm,” she purred. “Nice…dirty…but nice…”
“Well *you’d* know dirty Cor!” Faith quipped and Cordy’s lips curled in a sort of grin.
“Are you calling me a tramp Faith?” she asked with a pout.
“Well – I *saw* you work the bar at Reggie’s the other night, Cor…”
Cordelia grinned.
“What *can* you mean?”
“I mean that I know you’re a slutty, pussy hungry ‘ho!”
The other brunette shrugged.
“Err…but I’m not the one that just boned her new girlfriend in the changing room…hot though it sounded!”
“True…enough but you’re not gonna pretend that you wouldn’t love to take her back there and eat her out are you?”
“Well…if you put it like that…” Cordelia looked Joyce up and down hopefully.
The older woman felt a prickle of panic run up her back but she couldn’t help but feel again a thrill at being so desired.
“Sorry Cor – that would be nice to watch but we have more shopping to do...though it looks like the tramp would be only too happy to let you…wouldn’t you Sweetness?”
Joyce’s embarrassment grew as they spoke and when Faith spoke to her she gave a renewed squeak of surprise.
“I said ‘wouldn’t you Sweetness?’” Faith repeated as she hesitated and the younger woman’s hand flicked to smack her rump again.
“Owwch!” Joyce yelped at the fierce spank. “Owww! Owwwwww!” she moaned again as Faith’s hand repeated the stroke, spanking her bottom twice more. “Ohhh…oh y-yes F-Faith,” Joyce stammered as she answered, shamefaced, her core aching at the thought of Juliet Chase’s daughter licking her pussy. “Ohhh…y-yes…I-I w-would…”
Faith grinned “Oh…so sweet…Cordy was so right – such a dirty girl…oh I can’t wait to find out how cunt hungry you’re going to be by the time we finish today. Mmmmm – I plan to spend all *night* on that pretty face of yours!”
Joyce’s head spun. She squirmed as Faith’s hand explored her bottom again, fondling, groping her. She found herself looking at Faith, her eyes glassy with desire for her. Between her legs her sex was still melting, dripping with arousal.
Faith stared back at her with eyes dark with an answering lust of her own.
Her eyes crinkling into an affectionate smile she leaned in to kiss Joyce, claiming her lips with her own.
“So cute! See you later Cor’,” she said brightly as she slid her hand back down on to Joyce’s ass possessively, squeezing, making her wriggle as she led her out the door and onto the public street.

Joyce’s credit card got worked hard until it almost smoked for the rest of the day as they visited several more stores, purchasing short, tight-fitting skirts, revealing, low-cut, close fitting and almost see-thru blouses; high heels, a deep purple, clinging, skin tight velvet dress and *three* pairs of shorts similar to those she was wearing.
And somehow, in every store, she found herself stripped down to her thong to try on a succession of items and every time Faith made free with her hands. For now she left it at that and she didn’t fuck her again – though she took every other liberty imaginable – but her hands and fingers fondled and probed; pinching and spanking; her tongue demanding in her mouth; her words a constant stream of obscene suggestions, promises, demands.
By the time they had left the final store, Faith’s hand possessive again, flagrant and brazen on her ass; overtly fondling her for all the mall to see – just as it had been so often through the day, Joyce was, once more, afire with unwilling, involuntary lust. It had been all too apparent in the last few stores as her shorts came down, that the damp spot at the junction of her thighs was growing clearer all the time. The fabric of the pink thong was now dark, drenched, a sodden wisp at her crotch and her shorts were now clearly damp in turn.
She had lost track of where her chagrin ended and her arousal began. All she knew was she wanted Faith, desperately, deeply. She had even found herself beginning to wonder whether she might be able to persuade her young lover to make love to her in the ladies room close to their final shop.
Joyce had always been discomforted by public displays of affection but when Faith pressed up against her to kiss her deeply once again she pressed herself hard against the brunette’s body, thrusting and hooking a foot behind the dark haired girl as she wrapped her arms around her neck to cling on.
“Oh you’re *definitely* ready to roll again – ain’t ya Sweetness?” Faith grated into her mouth. “You’re hungry for more cock aren’t you?”
“Oh Faith,” she moaned for what seemed the thousandth time that day. “Mmm-hmmm…oh yes! Please…I want it…I want your cock…I want you. I want to be underneath you, while you hold me down and drill me hard…please take me home…or don’t – just take me in the ladies room…drag me in one of the stalls and fuck me…a-against the wall again…o-or on m-my knees…like a slut…I don’t care…I just want you to fuck me now...please Faith baby…my p-pussy is so wet…I need you…”
“Mmmmm…” Faith had rumbled against her throat, Joyce’s heart flipping at the sensation as her entreaty spilled in a stream from her mouth. “Sounds good honey…but we have one more shop to hit baby…don’t worry though Sweetness – you’re going to get banged good, real soon…”
“Ohhhh….” Joyce moaned in response but she let Faith draw her and her numerous shopping bags by the hand along the mall and out onto the street. Previously she might have been shocked when she realised their destination but in her state of extreme arousal she only giggled excitedly as Faith drew her into the Adult Store.
For Joyce, as with most prudes, fascination had warred with shock and disapproval at the world of adult movies and magazines and though she was no stranger to her own vibrator she still felt a sort of prudish fear of sex toys generally. Embarrassed but undeniably engrossed she now found herself only further excited by what she saw and her credit card took another pounding as Faith selected a handful of lesbian nropo DVD’s, a number of magazines and finally, a bewildering selection of sex toys that included a dildo far bigger than she imagined a human body could accommodate. She gurgled, quailing, as Faith had shown it to her.
“Ughh…” she gulped, shocked as it dawned on Joyce what the selection of the monster meant. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped with fear and shock and the younger woman grinned at her evident dismay.
Nearly 12 inches long and as thick as her wrist it was made of gleaming, polished glass. It had multiple ridges down its massive, vitreous shaft, below a bulging mushroom shaped head as big as her fist. At the base there was a second, smaller, phallic projection. It was a little less than six inches long and no thicker than two of her fingers; similarly contoured it angled up curling until almost parallel with the main shaft.
Her eyes bugged at the sight of it. “Oh m-my…” she managed to breathe, her insides quaking in a swirl of fear and lust, her anus seeming to flutter.
Next there was a pair of latex panties. Faith showed her where, inside, two hollow sheaths projected, each intended to accommodate a phallus.
“They go inside you,” Faith told her calmly, selecting two dildos to fit.
Her anus twitched again.
And there were two vibrators, one phallus shaped the other an egg with a tiny remote control.
By the time they were finished, her credit card taking a further pounding, two more carriers accompanied them back to the car.
“Come here J,” Faith instructed as the car door banged shut, pulling Joyce over onto the passenger seat and into her lap, making her straddle her. “Damn, if you’re half as turned on as I am babe…”
Then she kissed Joyce again; her tongue hungry, demanding, commanding. She forced a hand between their bodies and up between Joyce’s legs to fumble with the zipper of her shorts.
“Unhhhh…” Joyce could only groan as Faith’s fingers slipped beneath the sodden scrap of her panties to play over her pussy.
“Oh yeah,” faith groaned in response. “So wet…your slutty cunt’s soaking Joyce…”
“Ohhh…p-please Faith,” Joyce moaned in response.
“You need cock badly don’t you whore?”
Faith’s fingers were inside her.
“Ohhhhh…mmmm…fuck yes…so badly…want your cock so much…
“I shouldn’t babe…should make to wait…string you out some more but I just can’t wait…come on then…get out of your shorts…”
They fumbled with Joyce’s shorts. Tight; it was a struggle in the confines of the SUV; undignified and desperate she scrabbled to hitch her too tight shorts over one hip and then the other, pushing them bit by bit down her legs as she wriggled and writhed, jerking over Faith like a frantic lap dancer.
Once she had managed to shuck the shorts past her knees to her ankles, Faith grated that it would do. With a hand underneath her ass the younger woman pulled her forwards and up so she straddled her hips.
Her other hand fumbled first with the zipper and button of her jeans pulling out the strap-on. It was still sticky from Joyce’s earlier climax. Then pulling the material of Joyce’s borrowed thong aside she guided the dildo’s head towards Joyce’s aroused, blood fattened folds.
Her ankles captured behind her by her shorts, Joyce found herself incapacitated astride Faith’s lap. As the younger woman manoeuvred her into position she groaned, feeling Faith’s skilful fingers part her folds while bringing the dildo’s head to engage with her labia.
“Unnn…unnngghhhhh…uhhhhhhh!” she groaned as her love-lips enfolded the head in a liquid kiss.
“Good girl Joyce…now…down...swallow it with your slutty fuck-hole,” Faith said, her hand switching from under Joyce’s ass to her hip to push her down and the trembling golden haired mature woman cried out as she sank to swallow the entire length of the dildo into her womanhood in one swift stroke until her groin squished tightly to where the strap-on jutted from her lover’s groin..
“Yeah baby…you like that? You like that slut?” Faith asked as Joyce strained on its impaling length.
“Ohhh…ohhh fuck...yes,” Joyce moaned, shuddering and falling forwards over Faith her hips thrusting as she began to work herself up and down, riding on the shaft.
“Ohhh…ohhh…oh-ohh-ohh-ohhh-ohhhhhhh!” She gasped as ecstasy drove upwards and outwards from her straining centre. Straining against her young lover she flailed in the confined space of the car, bucking as she rode the dildo hard, rising up to plunge herself down onto its length.
“That’s it Joyce…swallow that cock…swallow it all with your cunt, slut…” Faith ordered harshly as she shifted her hips up with every downward thrust stroke of Joyce’s body driving harshly into her making the older woman squeal and moan.
“Ohhhh-oh-oh-ay-ayeeee-ahhhh-ooooooh-ahhhhh! F-fuck me Faith…p-p-please fuck m-my d-dirty s-slut’s c-cunt!” Joyce cried out loudly, oblivious, past being worried about those passers by who stared in the windows of the SUV.
“That’s right Joycie…that’s a good slut…work it…you work that cock whore…mmmm…yeah you feel it, nice and big in that slutty pussy? Mmmm…you like that don’t you slut?”
“Ohhhhhh…ohhhh y-yes Faiiiith…ohhhh s-s-so g-gooohh-ooohhd in m-my p-pussy…s-so b-bi-i-iggguhhh!”
“Good girl Joyce…squeeze it…come on slut…squeeze it with your pussy…grip it tight…are you squeezing it Joyce?”
“Y-yuh-yessss…” Joyce panted answering, nodding her head wildly and as she rode up a down on the dildo she tightened her inner walls as hard as she could on its rippled shaft. “Sq-sq-squeezing Faith…ohhh gohhhd…oh fuchhk…”
“That’s my good, slutty little tramp…now come all over it like the old whore you are Joyce…”
“Ohhhh…ohhh f-fuhhhhck…”
“Come on…come all down it now…”
“Ohhh gohhhd…oh f-fuhhck…F-Faith…oh y-yess…” Joyce’s hips bucked as she moved up and down her pussy walls clasped tight, clenching on the erection.
“That’s it Joyce…that’s right…oh you’re ready to come aren’t you?”
“Ohhhhhhh!” Joyce howled in response. “Ohhh yes Faith…
“Mmmm…come on Joyce…cream all over it now Sweetness!
”Ohhhhhh…oh y-yes Faith! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh Faith! C-coming…Oh I’m coming! I’m coming Faith…c-c-coming n-n-nowwwww! Ohhhhhhhh-ooooooooooohhchhhccuh--uhhhhhhming…ahhhhhhhhhhhh!”

Afterwards Joyce needed some time to recover and as she did it dawned on her slowly that the car provided very little by way of privacy in the open parking lot. As she clambered, blushing and flushed with exertion and emotion from astride Faith’s lap, shuddering as her sex surrendered its grip on the dildo with an audible slurping sound, she became painfully aware of the stream of gawking passers by.
“Come on babe,” Faith had said with a chuckle as she watched her struggle to straighten her panties and tug her shorts back into place. “Let’s get home quick…so I can get your head between my legs.”
It was moments later that, still feeling a little lightheaded; still pink and flushed, Joyce squirmed her way back into the driver seat to settle behind the wheel. And, despite her heightened emotional state the drive home passed without further incident except for a couple of minor moving violations.
What awaited her at home however still had the capacity to shock and surprise her.
Walking from the driveway Faith’s hand had settled once again on her bottom as the younger girl had pulled her intimately close so her hip bumped against hers as they moved. Joyce was certain that her neighbours’ drapes must be twitching as her lover’s hand fondled her again.
Stepping through the front door into the hallway Faith pulled her close to claim her mouth.
“Mmmm,” the young brunette purred. “That was fun today, Sweetness wasn’t it?”
Joyce groaned as Faith’s hands roamed her body, answering Faith’s tongue with her own.
“Mm-hmm…yuh-yuh-yes Faith…mmmpfhh…”
“Yeah it was a lot of fun – but we haven’t finished yet babe…you have plenty of fucking to do yet…”
“Ohhhh…” Joyce groaned.
“And plenty of licking as well.”
Joyce moaned again feeling the pressure of Faith’s hips against her own, the bulge in her jeans against her groin.
“Mmmm…y-mmm…mmmm…mmmmfhhh…yes please F-Faith...mmmm…I-I’d love to lick you now…” she moaned into Faith’s renewed kisses before asking coyly “Wh-where d-do you want me?”
Faith grinned.
“Well first I want you to start acting like a good housewife should,” she said, setting Joyce away from her a little causing Joyce’s face to fall.
“W-what do you mean…I-I thought we were going to fuck some more? Wh-when I’ve licked your pussy baby.”
“We are – and you will Sweetness – later…but since you’re my hot little housewife, hadn’t you better fix me a drink? Then you can rub my feet before we deal with you for playing hooky from work today.”
“D-deal with me?”
Faith nodded slowly.
“Yep – deal with you…spank – this – ass!” she said while turning Joyce and punctuating her words with three sharp, hard spanks. “You hadn’t forgotten that you’re due a spanking had you Sweetness?”
“Ohh! Ahh! Oww!” Joyce complained, the stamp of pain reminding her of the previous night’s lengthy punishment. She felt herself quaking, distress forming a knot of fear in her belly. She felt moisture forming in her eyes. “N-n-no Faith…n-not f-forgot…owwwwwww!”
“Now go fetch me a drink hon!” Faith instructed, spanking her again before letting her go.
Joyce gave a little sob as she did. “Wh-what would you like to drink?” She asked.
“Oh – I guess I’ll have a coke for now…you can fix me something stronger later.” Faith replied as she threw herself down on the sofa.
“Oh-ok Faith,” Joyce said.
“And some snacks babe,” Faith added, picking up the TV remote, as Joyce turned towards the kitchen.
“Yes Faith,” Joyce replied.
“Well hurry up then!” Faith stretched out putting her booted feet up on the coffee table. She looked relaxed but her words were sharp, intense, hard.
“Yes ma’am!” Joyce replied with a sense of alarm at Faith’s tone.
Hurrying into the kitchen she took a bottle of coke from the cooler, popping off the top and pouring it over ice. As an afterthought she put it on a small tray with a pack of chips before carrying it back out to Faith.
She had been gone moments but Faith looked installed, comfortable where she sprawled. She was watching the TV.
Crossing to her Joyce proffered the tray.
“Here you are dear,” she said.
Faith looked up.
“Thanks babe,” she said taking the coke and chips from the tray. “Now you can take off my boots and rub my feet.”
“Yes – ok – Faith…”
Putting the tray down Joyce knelt slowly beside the younger woman to unfasten her boots. Her fingers shook. She wasn’t sure if the experience was sexy or not but her earlier mood of heady arousal had been shattered. She became more fiercely conscious of her attire, of where she was and what had happened to her.
After an age wresting with the laces she managed to get the boots off the younger woman’s feet before drawing off her socks to begin rubbing her feet in turn.
“Mmmm…that’s nice baby…” Faith arched her back, barely flicking a glance from the rerun of Baywatch she was watching. She sipped her drink. “Remember to pick up some beers next time you go the store. I like Miller ok?” She spoke casually. “And pretzel chips. I like those too.”
“Y-yes Faith…o-ok,” Joyce replied, continuing to massage her lovers instep. “A-anything else Faith?” she asked.
“Oh we’ll work out your shopping list later hun.”
“Yes – ok Faith.” She moved her thumbs in circles around the pad of Faith’s toe.
“Y’know I *love* this show Joyce.” Faith said as Joyce changed to the other foot. “I mean – just look at the bodies of these girls! Don’t you just love a hot beach body?”
Joyce looked up at the TV. She had never paid much attention to the show. She knew that her daughters both watched it and it started to dawn on her that they might not be watching it for the various bare chested males as she’d always thought. She found herself watching as a curvaceous brunette ran down the beach wearing only red swim suit that was the show’s signature. She surprised herself when she felt an undeniable shiver of sexual interest in the sexy actress.
“S-she’s quite nice,” she said softly, not stopping from rubbing Faith’s foot.
Faith looked at her wryly.
“Yeah, she is – that’s Yasmine Bleeth – very hot. Wouldn’t you just love to get naked and sweaty with her!” Faith said with undisguised lust.
Joyce felt a now familiar tightening below her belt as she found herself agreeing.
“Y-yes,” she breathed.
Faith grinned again.
“Oh yeah…right there that’s the spot,” she groaned as Joyce readdressed her full attention on her feet. “I hope your back rubs are as good as this Joyce.”
Joyce looked up at the younger woman.
“Do you want me to rub your back Faith?”
The brunette nodded and squared her shoulders. “Yes please honey,” she said.
“Ohhhh that’s it Joyce” Faith said appreciatively as Joyce worked her shoulder muscles with her thumbs. “You’re going to be a great housewife Sweetness. Great back rubs, feet rubs, you bring me a drink like this and I already *know* your cooking’s great. And you’re a great lay – a real whore in bed! Mmmmm…you’re perfect Joyce…”
“Thank you Faith.” Joyce responded.
“That’s ok Joyce. You can stop now. Come and stand in front of me.”
Joyce moved quickly to obey.
“Yep – you’re going to be a great housewife – perfect for me – but I still need to keep you under control don’t I?”
Standing feet together, hands clasped loosely in front of her, Joyce looked down at the carpet between them.
“I-I g-guess so Faith.”
“You guess right Joyce. Now, I’m going to spank you for playing hooky today – you had your fun – now you have to pay.” Faith sat up as she spoke. “Now get undressed – leave your socks and sneakers – and then I want you here – over my knee.”
She patted her jean clad thighs.
“Oh! Oh-ok…err…”Joyce hesitated nervously. The knowledge of her pending spanking had been hanging over her all day like a black cloud. Faith had made regular mention of it, of how she was going to be punished for playing hooky from work in order to go shopping; as if she was a naughty school-girl rather than a successful professional businesswoman. She had known it was coming and the building sense of dread had been a distraction not at all eased by her constant state of arousal. But now that it was upon her, imminent, she was fixed, frozen with fear as her lover’s demands for her submission changed from the purely sexual.
“Well then Joyce?” Faith said sharply.
“I-I…ohhh…I’m s-sorry Faith.” She answered as she began to undo her shorts.
Despite everything she had been through she still found undressing in front of the young woman who had taken over her life quite embarrassing. Blushing she shucked off her shorts, wriggling to get them over the flare of her hips and past the swell of her bottom. Baring her breasts she felt the urge to cover up. Somehow she forced herself not to. She had minded less, earlier in the various fitting rooms, when her lover’s interest had been more obviously, voraciously sexual but now she felt uncomfortable, embarrassed as if the looming spanking had made her nakedness something to be ashamed of. Her face was crimson as she slipped off her thong; down her legs to her ankles carefully before she drew her feet in their sneakers awkwardly out of shorts and panties.
“Good girl,” Faith said.
Joyce felt a peculiar flush of warmth at the words.
“Put your hands on your head Joyce and tell me why you are going to be spanked Joyce.” Faith was quite calm.
Joyce’s heart raced as she obeyed, feeling more embarrassed than ever as she stood naked, waiting to be punished like the recalcitrant school-girl she hadn’t been for more than 25 years.
“I-I,” she stammered nervously. “I’m going to be spanked for playing hooky from work to go shopping….l-like a teenage girl – when I sh-should have known better!”
“That’s right Joyce – and tell me – what did you buy?”
“Well…err…I bought some slutty underwear, some very trampy outfits and a load of sex toys and some nrop…a-a lot of nrop.”
“Did you enjoy your shopping trip, Joyce?”
“Y-yes ma’am,” she replied. “I-I like shopping with you Faith…and I needed to get some new clothes so I can be a good, trampy, slutty little housewife for you Faith.”
“Yes you did Joyce! Now, come here.” she beckoned Joyce forwards. “And get yourself over my lap.”
Her heart racing Joyce moved to obey, draping her long slender frame over the younger girl’s legs. The position was new to her but Faith knew how she wanted her and moved her so that her hands and feet rested on the floor either side of Faith’s feet.
“That’s better Joyce,” Faith said.
The older woman shuddered as Faith stroked her bottom.
“I’m only going to give you a hand spanking tonight Joyce. Your ass still looks kinda sore from last nigh – but I’ll paddle you again tomorrow – and I *am* going to make sure this hurts so you learn your lesson ok?”
“Oh Goddess!” Joyce moaned not sure whether to be grateful or not. “Y-y-yes F-Faith…”
The first few strokes weren’t too bad at all. It seemed as if Faith was going easier on her than she’d said after all; but she spread the swats across the expanse of her bottom each one warming the tender flesh. She hardly noticed that the spanks were getting harder but soon they became quite uncomfortable and then much more painful and eventually sheer agony as Faith rained her hand down as hard as she could.
Joyce was soon crying, wriggling on Faith’s lap, her legs flailing.
“Ohhhhhh-owwwwww…ouuuuuchhhhuhhh-owwwww!”
“Keep *still* Joyce!” Faith barked continuing to spank her, pulling her back into position as she started to slip from her knee.
“Ahhhhh! Owwwwww! Aiiiiiyyyyyeeee! N-n-nohhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Pleeeeeeeeze! Naaaaaahhhhhhhhh!” she shouted in anguish but Faith did not stop.
“The more you struggle the longer we go on Joyce – now *keep* *still*!”
Joyce tried in vain to obey but the searing heat was too great to resist.
“Ohhhh-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!” Joyce wailed. “Oh please! Oh no! Please Faith! I’ll be good! I promise…ohhhhh…I’ll be your good housewife. Your *slutty* housewife Faith! Ahhhhh! Please! Ohhhhh-owwwwww! I’ll do as I’m told! Y-you know I-I’ll o-o-open my legs for you Faith…owwwwwww…I w-will…ahhh…wh-whenever you say…ahhhhh…p-p-panties down…ahhh-ahhhh-owwwwwww…legs opened wide…owwwww…l-like a wh-whore…owwwwwch…r-ready t-to be f-fucked…ahhhhh! Owww! Owww! Owww! Owwwchhh! Owwwchuhhh! Owwwwww! Ahhh! AHHHHH! OWWWWWWWWAHHHHHHHH!”
It was a long spanking and Faith was as good as her word. She did make sure that it hurt. Joyce sobbed and cried and begged, swearing that she’d be good, promising to submit to whatever sexual demands Faith might make. But it was all to no avail as her pain continued. Anguished misery claimed her but inside her mind she consoled herself with Faith’s earlier promise of sexual pleasures to come Still, by the time that the younger woman’s hand fell finally and she declared herself satisfied by the state of Joyce’s burning buttocks the blonde haired 40 something was lost in a blizzard of anguish and tears.
Finally though end it did and sobbing she clambered up from her lover’s lap to go and stand in the corner, her hands on her head when she was ordered.
Her world became the neutral flat expanse of the wall three inches from her eyes and the burn of her poor abused bottom; and her tears continued to flow as she stood there lost in a sea of painful misery as Faith sat back to watch some more TV.
Eventually Joyce began to calm; the heat and the pain abating a little and she stood, shaking with emotion, though for how long she couldn’t have said. Eventually she heard the end titles to whatever show Faith had been watching since Baywatch had finished.
“Right Joyce,” Faith said. “You can come back now Sweetness.”
Joyce turned to her lover. She gave her a weak smile.
“Y-yes ma’am,” she said faintly.
Faith smiled at her. “Well done Joyce,” she said. “You did well…are you getting used to being spanked yet?”
Joyce sniffed.
“I-I g-guess…a bit I suppose…”
The younger girl smiled again. “Good…you know you’re going to get plenty of practice don’t you? It’s part of your training Sweetness…tomorrow I’m going to paddle you again and at the weekend we’ll get a flogger and a cane.”
“Oh…oh n-no – p-please F-Faith…”
“Are you thinking you get any choice Sweetness?” Faith interrupted crushingly.
“But…”
“No buts Sweetness – well except yours – bared and red hot when you’ve been punished,” Faith interrupted.
“Ohhh…” Joyce moaned but she did not argue further.
“It’s going to happen Joyce…get used to it!”
Joyce gave a sort of sob and wiped her nose.
“Ohh…ok…wh-whatever you say Faith…” She nodded and her face was a picture of distress.
Faith smiled.
“Good,” she said. “You will get used to it Joyce – eventually – like a good slutty little housewife!”
“I suppose so darling…are you going to take me upstairs and fuck me now?” she asked her grimace becoming a lopsided pout.
“Well – I’m going to take you upstairs but I’m going to shave you first…”
“Ohh-oh no!” Joyce gasped. “I mean – please – I th-thought…I mean – I-I can shave for you if you like – b-but…it’s too…embarrassing…please Faith…y-you said I could lick your pussy…that you were going to fuck me again…”
Faith frowned.
“I am Joyce – and you are – but first *I’m* going to shave *you*. And I’m going to do it *because* it’s embarrassing – because you don’t want me too – and I’m going to do it every few days because I want you to get a constant reminder that there is no part of you that I don’t control. If I want to watch you piss then will. If I want to change your tampons I’m going to…if I want to get your clit pierced or your ass tattooed – I’m gonna! These aren’t threats Joyce. You didn’t sign up for this for nothing Sweetness and there is nothing I won’t do to you if I want to and if I have to keep spanking you to convince you – that’s good with me too – got it?”
Joyce stared aghast but inside her there was a now familiar strife – a conflict between her shocked sense of revulsion that made her want to reject everything Faith threatened and a irresistible thrill at being forced to submit to things that were so humiliatingly personal to her. Shaking where she stood, she could find no words for the way she felt but she realised that it was that twisting conflict that ruled her emotions.
She wanted to resist when Faith said: “Come on now,” taking her arm to lead her to the stairs, but any reluctance was quickly spanked out of her by a flurry of quick, sharp swats across her already burning rump.
“Ohhhhh…” she moaned writhing but, obediently, she let Faith lead her and her insides roiled her love juices spilling from her to dampen her thighs as she was compelled to submit.
“I want you upstairs – in the bathroom – naked and on your back ready to have your pussy shaved…” Faith ordered as they climbed the stairs. In her free hand was the bag from the drug-store.
“Ohhhh…oooh y-y-yes Faith…y-yes ma’am…wh-whatever you say ma’am!” Joyce replied with a sob.
She was a rag doll as the young woman shoved her into the bathroom.
“Get down Joyce…on your back…quickly slutt…legs open…like you’re ready to be fucked Joyce!”
“Ohhh…y-yes Faith…” Joyce subsided to her knees and rolled onto her back opening her legs wide. “L-like this ok?”
“Wider Joyce…” the young brunette replied slapping the older woman on the tender flesh of her inner thighs.
“Ohh-oww-owwwch…s-sorry Faith…i-is that b-better?” she answered, whimpering spreading her legs wider.
“Better…mmmm…” Faith murmured in soft approval reaching for a towel. “You look good like that Joyce," and she slipped the towel beneath her aching butt cheeks before running her hand down through her doomed, blonde fur to the coral pink divide of her womanhood. "Such a cute cunt." Her fingers flickered, teasing the greasy flesh, stroking her nubbin.
"Oh-Ohhhh..." Joyce gasped. Her hips jerked.
Faith's smile returned. "I love how you respond when you’re forced Joyce. I can’t believe how wet you get; how turned on." She said reaching for the can of shave gel and busting open the pack of razors before squirting some gel on to Joyce’s mound
The shave gel was cold on Joyce's groin. Cold but smooth. She moaned softly again as Faith worked it into a lather rubbing it into her tawny pubes.
"Well at least *I'll* always know you're natural blonde Sweetness," the younger woman quipped as she slowly, gently began to remove the fair curls.
"Ohhhh..." Joyce whimpered softly as the razor slid over her mound, baring her.
“Keep *still* Joyce,” Faith rasped as the older woman trembled. “I don’t want to nick you!”
“Ohhh…y-yes F-Faith…”
"Hmmm...good girl," Faith hummed happily as she shaved her.
The razor seemed hot on her flesh against the cool of the shave gel as it scraped away at her pubes. The sensation was strangely sensual, uncomfortable perhaps but she found the tugging, scraping feeling arousing – not that she needed much help. The simple fact of letting – no not ‘letting’ – that implied that she had a choice – of *knowing* that she *had* to allow Faith to do this to her seemed to captivate her, filling her with submission and arousal.
Looking up at Faith she saw the intensity in her lover’s eyes and felt a lurch inside herself. The younger woman's eyes were dark like deep pools of desire as she focused herself on her task and Joyce realised that it was her that inspired that intensity in the younger woman.
Once Faith had scraped away the hairs she wiped the residual foam away before re-applying more gel and cracking out another razor. Carefully, gently she ran the razor over her again shaving closer, smoother; ensuring there was no stubble before she moved lower shaving Joyce close to her lips. Taking each fold of flesh between finger and thumb she drew it to the side drawing it out so she could run the razor, carefully, with the grain, away from her thigh.
There was something about being shaved; about being exposed and manipulated, something she had never felt before; as if her every bodily function was being claimed, controlled, reshaped by her lover; something utterly intimate and utterly humiliating at the same time.
And she knew now for sure that when she got her period her lover would be the one to insert and change her tampons.
Her heart began to sing. She has never felt so utterly exposed, vulnerable, stripped to her very core. She was completely in Faith's control and somewhere inside her she was proud to let the young brunette do this to her, this delicate, intimate invasion of her privacy; this profound exploitation of her submission.
"This is how I want you to be from now on ok – so I'm going to shave you every few days – I mean I could wax you, which would last longer I guess but I reckon I prefer to shave you – it’s more hmmm – intimate and because I’m the boss of you now Joyce and what I say goes!"
She sounded delighted with herself.
Joyce was lost in a whirl of submission and arousal.
"Ok Faith…d-d-darling…anything you say. I'll have to be shaved regularly to keep me smooth...s-so you can have complete access to my c-cunt…my h-hot, w-wet c-cunt...there's no part of me that isn't yours Faith. You can do anything you want to me."
She lifted her knees a little higher and at the same time slid her hand down over her now shaven mons.
"Mmmmmm…" she purred with a moan. “So smooth – completely naked – just for you…darling…”
“How does it make you feel Sweetness?”
“Mmmm…makes me feel like a little girl...a dirty little girl darling…such a dirty, slutty little girl…wh-who needs her girlfriend to control her…” She slid her hand lower to part her nether lips, opening her womanhood to her lover's gaze. "Ohhhl-look darling…look at me…I’m so wet Faith, baby…such a wet pussy...such a wet, slutty cunt...ready for you to fill..."
"Oh fuck Joyce you are amazing – you know I'm going to have to fuck you right here and now don't you?"
“Oh Goddess! I hope so – if that's what *you* want darling. You can always fuck me now and ride my mouth later or you can just sit on my face now and fuck me after you’ve got yours…i-it’s your choice darling…whatever you do with me…I belong to you – all of me…I’m your slut darling….you can do whatever you want to me…p-please…m-make me do whatever you want me to."
"Oh fuhhck." Faith groaned. "I just can’t believe how much of a slut you are Joyce!”
Without waiting she reached down to unsnap her jeans, hurriedly extracting the strap-on cock that Joyce had twice come on today already before reaching to draw up the squirming, golden haired dame’s legs, hoisting them onto her shoulders.
Joyce gasped at the brunette’s suddenly aggressive surge but she was powerless to resist as Faith pinned her back and guided the dildo’s head to the mouth of her sex.
“Ohhhhh-ahhhhhhhh!” she cried as Faith thrust into her in one swift, deep, penetrating stroke that drove the dildo all the way in to its hilt.
“That’s it – take it slut…take it all…” Faith groaned as she lowered herself on top of her, reaching to pin her arms out to the side before beginning to pound her hard with deep, plunging strokes of her hips.
“Ohh-uhh-ahh-unnh-ahh-ahh-ohh-unnfh-ughh-unnhh-uh-uh-uh-ahh-ah-ah-ah-ah-ohhhh-ohh-oh-oh-ohh-oooooh-ahhhh-ahh-oh-ah-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahhhh-uh-uh-huhhfff-unnhhh-ah”
Joyce felt completely powerless and it was as it each pounding stroke nailed her to the floor, forcing her deeper and deeper into the now welcome submission.
After a while her entire universe consisted only of the pounding in her pussy and her lover’s eyes.
“That’s it Sweetness…take it – you *take* that cock…swallow it with your slutty cunt…take it all the way in!”
She responded in the only way she could as the brutal pounding forced words out of her even as it forced extremes of sensation in.
“Ohh! Ohh! Ohhhh! Ahhhhh! Ah! Ah1 Ahhh! Ah! Uh! Ah! Uh! Oh! Uh! Ahh! Uffffhhh! Unnnnhh! Ahhhh! Ohhhh…oh yes Faith…fuck me Faith…please…uhh! Fuck this slut…fuck me! Fuck my dirty, sloppy, slut’s cuhhhnt…uhhhh! Oh fuck me huh-huh-harder…slam me into the f-f-floor-ohhhhh-oh G-G-Goddess…s-so g-g-good…huh-harder…p-please Unhh! Uffff! Unnnggghhh! H-harder…ohhhhh…l-love being f-fucked by you Faith…ohhhhh…huh-huh-harder…ohhh fuhhhhhckkk…ohhh Fuh-Faith! Uhhhhmmmingggggahhhhhhhhhhhgggggggg!”
She exploded into a bursting spray of stars and ecstasy, the splash of her orgasm forced, spurting and squirting out of her with each pounding inward stroke of the dildo. She stiffened underneath Faith, her eyes rolling back in her head as her cries were silenced.
She remained rigid, silent; trapped; pinned double with her feet above her head for a while. Faith stared down on her equally transfixed astonished her emotions a whirl at the intensity of the older woman’s response, the depth of her release.
“Damn,” the younger woman growled softly. “What a fuck-slut…n-never known a whore like it…”
Joyce’s eyes flickered and her body began to relax.
“Huffff,” she panted. “Oh – my – gosh…” she gasped. “S-so g-good…f-feel…like I’m floating…dizzy floating…unnnnhhh…”
Gazing down on her older woman trapped beneath her Faith smiled with genuine affection. She rolled her hips gently.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh…” Joyce moaned softly. “Oooooh…p-pussy t-tired... Ohhhhh…mnnnnhufffhhhh…”
Faith grinned.
“Not surprised Joyce – that snatch of yours has taken a heckuva pounding today…but you’re gonna have to get used to that as well Sweetness…”
She eased her hips backwards taking her slender weight off Joyce; withdrawing the dildo from inside her making her moan loud disappointment as it popped out of her.
“But *my* pussy,” Faith continued. “Has had no attention all day!”
Joyce flopped out into a spread-eagle as Faith knelt upright.
“Ohhh…” Joyce sighed. Her eyes were tired, hooded as she watched Faith strip out of her clothes and then unfasten the soft harness of her strap-on.
“So I reckon it’s about time I put your mouth to use as well…” The younger woman moved to stand above Joyce’s head before sinking down, lowering herself onto the weary blonde’s face.
“Ahhhh…” Faith sighed as she planted her pussy on Joyce’s mouth, their lips meeting passionately. “Ohhhh yeah…that’s my slutty little rug-munching tramp…mm-mmm…ooooh…” she groaned as despite her exhaustion Joyce’s tongue flicked out searching obediently for her clit. Faith’s hips jerked. “Ohhhh yeahhh! *That’s* what that mouth is for…oooh…ahhhhhh…”
It didn’t take long for the young brunette to achieve her own orgasm. She had been as aroused as her partner all day but where Joyce had been brought to orgasm three times she had gone without relief. She quickly rose to her climax to come hard, a gush of girl-cum drenching Joyce, filling her mouth with sharp, bitter liquor and the older woman swallowed obediently, happily, her tongue still working as Faith writhed crying out in rapture above her.
A little later Faith dismounted from her and helped her to her feet before embracing her passionately.
“Come on Sweetness,” Faith said softly. “I’m taking you to bed. You’re exhausted. Maybe in a little while you can get up and make my dinner – we’ll eat in front of the TV – but for now you need some sleep.”
“Mmmmm…I’d like that.” Joyce replied, letting Faith kiss her.

It was after 9pm when Faith and Joyce woke again.
Faith put on a pair of sweats and a tee-shirt. She chose a t-shirt from the clothes they’d bought that day for Joyce to wear. It said ‘pussy-whipped’ across the front where it strained over her breasts and came down to just above her hips.
The younger woman didn’t offer her any panties.
She smiled shyly but affectionately at Faith and pulled the t-shirt over her head.
They ate pasta curled up in front of the TV and when there was no sign of Dawn coming home Faith told Joyce to choose a nropo to watch.
Nervously she chose something called ‘Lesbian Harem’ and despite her earlier exhaustion she felt an undeniable stirring watching as the bevy of attractive nrop stars performed a catalogue of sexual acts for their Queen.
“Pussy wet again Sweetness?” Faith whispered in her ear.
“M-hmm…” she replied as Faith’s tongue traced a pathway from her ear to slide into her mouth.
“You wanna try that…” Faith asked gesturing at the screen where a small Asian girl and a busty red haired rubbed their pussies together, their legs scissoring.
Joyce nodded with a sort of dumb enthusiasm in response as Faith moved closer pressing her back into the couch.
***
Intermezzi

Cordelia squirmed gasping straining as she tried to accommodate the two dildos.
“Oh that’s it… there we go…she’s taking them both…”
The second black girl crooned, delighted, her voice high pitched with emotion as she pushed her hips forwards to thrust the phallus further into the brunette’s bottom. “Oh yes…oh there’s a good little whore…it’s filling your ass isn’t it?”
“Mmmm-mmmmnnnuuuhhhhh…oh f-fuhhhckkk!” Cordelia cried out as she swallowed the second cock and her sex tightened unbearably around the first one. “Ohhhhh…oh g-g-gohhhd…s-so b-big…so fuh…so f-fuhhhllll!”
“Oh yeah…look at that…” the other girl purred from below, lifting her hips to pump her dildo into Cordy’s sex.
“Ohhhhh…p-please…please c-can I come…” the brunette pleaded, impaled between the two black women
What had started as a date with one hot black chick had soon become a test of her willingness to submit when she had discovered that her assignation was actually with two twin sisters – who *both* expected her to put out.
Either way they had given her little opportunity to object, quickly stripping her naked when they got her home, before having their way with her. The heat of their hands had warmed her bottom; set her breasts bouncing and burning with a flurry of sharp, cruel spanks before the identical flavours of their pleasure had washed her mouth. Now the two identical black dildos drove her mercilessly towards ecstasy.
“P-please can I come? Please?” she begged and the two black women laughed as they thrust into her with mercilessly precise, co-ordinated strokes.
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Charlotte blushes as she steps out of her panties. Her heart racing she looks across at the young black woman who has caused her such confusion; who’s responsible for her irrefutable liquid arousal.
Kendra’s almond eyes are dark.
“It’s good you’re obedient Charlotte,” she says, her voice deep, accented. “I like my sluts obedient…”
“Th-th-thank you,” Charlotte replies with a blush. She didn’t think the aching stiffness of her nipples could get any worse. She’s not cold – far from it – her bedroom is warm but the caps of her slender breasts are painfully erect.
Her blush deepening she realises that the spanking the young woman promised is no mere threat. She knows with absolute clarity as she allows herself to be drawn over her thighs so that her bottom is presented – the highest part of her bowed, vulnerable body – that there is nothing she can do about it now, even if she was sure that she wanted to.
On the dressing table her husband looks at her from the framed photograph of their wedding day but she is blind to the accusation in his eyes.
Her mother’s antique hairbrush sits where she keeps it always beside the photo.
Kendra takes a handful of her hair to draw up her head before her other hand lands.
“Ahh!” Charlotte gives a low gasp at the impact. “Ohh! Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Oh Gohhhhhhd!!!”
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