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Imago: The Seduction of Arlene	By : Salamandaslash Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 5646 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Imago: The Seduction of Arlene (part 4)

Usual disclaimers apply:
If you’re shocked by portrayals of kinky lesbian relationships – you best be on your way. There is nothing for you here!

Kinda PWP – certainly NC-17
F/f – with references, of varying levels of explicitness, to numerous secondary F/f and some F/f/f and, F/F/f relationships.

I do not own these characters – even the ones I made up – and I am certainly making nothing from their misuse! I do not mean to imply anything about the sexual preferences of any of the actresses cast.

Etc etc…

Truth and consequences.

“Hey! Kendra!” Kendra looked up at her partner’s call. “There’s some chick here to see you!”

Looking up she set down the glass she had been cleaning. The bar was dim and despite the fading evening light the glare through the doorway outlined a slender female silhouette, framing her. Her brows furrowed. The slim figure had a narrow waist that flared into sensuous hips and long tapering legs but Kendra was unable to make out her features.

Casting her eye around the place to confirm that none of the usual bar-flies propping up the bar needed refilling she stepped from her post to stride towards the door.

Drawing nearer the silhouette resolved itself into the form of Arlene Wilson. Kendra’s heart began to race.

The older woman looked nervous, her hands clasped in front of her as she watched the younger woman’s approach closely.

“K-Kendra…h-hi...” she began.

Kendra frowned.

“Arlene?” the younger woman replied quizzically. “What are you doing here?” She tried to keep her voice level, her heart from pounding out of her chest at the sight of the elegantly, attractive older woman. She fought to restrain herself from taking her in her arms and kissing her there and then; from stripping the clothes off her where she stood.

“I-I…” Arlene struggled for words. “I wanted to s-see you…needed to see you again…I-I w-wanted to apologise…for what I did…how I treated you…”

Kendra forced herself to calm.

“Mmn,” she made a sort of non-committal noise almost a grunt. “How did you find me?” she asked.

“Well your best friend is married to my sister so…” Arlene shrugged. “Joyce told me you worked here….she felt like she owed me…and s-so I came right away…”

“Right away?” Kendra almost scoffed. “I think we have a different understanding of meaning of ‘right away’.”

“N-no – I mean – right away when she told me…please Kendra…I-I’m s-sorry….I really am so, so sorry for how…you know…please Kendra…I-I’ve missed you so much…the last few weeks I’ve been so lonely…”

“Lonely? What about your husband?” Kendra’s voice was hard, acid dripping.

“D-Donald? N-no…y-you were right…” her face fell. “He’s… he’s useless…like you said…I need more than him…he’s not enough for me… he doesn’t know what I want…what I need…h-he doesn’t know to treat me…how to…t-to f-fuck me…how to u-use me…n-not l-like how you did…please Kendra…”

Inside, Kendra’s heart raced, pounding. The pressure to seize the older woman was almost too much to bear.

“What are you doing here Arlene?” she said, keeping her voice level. “What do you want from me?”

“I-I came…I needed to see you…I need you…I w-want you Kendra…please…I want to be yours…y-your slut…y-your s-slave…”

“Yeah and I think you said that before Arlene…and then you ran away…how am I supposed to trust you?”

“Please Kendra…I-I’m sorry…I know…I shouldn’t have done that…I-I was wrong…please Kendra…” Arlene thought back to the night before. To what Joyce had said when Arlene had told her she was going to ask Kendra to forgive her. Clasping her hands in front she bowed her head in submission. “P-please Kendra…please…g-give me another chance. I-I’ll do anything…anything you say…anything you want…let me give myself to you.”

The dark skinned woman wanted to shout with joy. Her heart leapt. It was as if the sun had just risen on a spring morning. She realised that she had not appreciated how dull she had found life over the last few weeks and rippling excitement ran through her, shaking her core.

Somehow she clung to herself, maintaining control. She wanted Arlene to commit herself completely before she took her in her arms.

Arlene had ice in her bowels as she looked up from beneath her lashes hoping for a sign in the younger woman’s face.

Joyce had told her to do anything she had to; to beg if she needed; to give herself in submission. But that still left room for fear. If Kendra had been too hurt by her earlier actions; if she had found someone else; if the moment had simply just passed…then nothing she could say or do would fix it. She felt completely helpless, vulnerable.

But then, Joyce had warned her, that was how submission felt sometimes.

“P-please,” she stammered softly into the silence.

“Anything?” Kendra asked after another pause.

Arlene looked up, a glimmer of hope flaring. She nodded. “Y-yes…a-anything…p-please…I-I know I’ll have to earn your forgiveness…I’ll have to be punished…I-I should be punished…you should spank me…y-you sh-should whip me…I-I d-deserve it…b-but…j-just…please…l-let’s go back...start again. Can we? Please Kendra.”

“Hmmm…go back?” the black woman’s eyes narrowed. “I dunno …” She paused seeming to weigh things up in her mind. “We might be past that.”

“P-please Kendra,” Arlene breathed.

“Well you’ll need to prove yourself,” Kendra she said at last. “Prove you mean it Arlene…prove you’re ready to become mine…”

“I-I am Kendra…I really am…I’ll do anything to prove it…”

Kendra nodded with a cruel sort of grin. “Good, then,” she paused again, her almond eyes narrowing. “You can start now…get naked!” she said, bluntly.

Shock made Arlene’s eyes widen. “S-sorry?” she said in surprise. A shiver of ice slid through her desperation.

“Something you don’t understand Arlene? Get naked! It’s simple enough instruction! Now get undressed – strip!”

“N-no…y-yes…I-I understand Kendra,” she stammered. “I-I mean…b-but h-here?” She looked about her at the patrons of the bar and she realised that the place was quiet. All eyes seemed to be on her and on Kendra and on the drama that played out between them. She shuddered, panic assailing her.

“Yes,” Kendra nodded. “Right… here!” she said slowly with emphasis.

“Oh…oh m-my…I-I…b-but…”

“But what, Arlene?” Kendra looked sceptical. “Didn’t you say you’d do anything to prove yourself to me?”

“Ohhhh,” Arlene almost wailed in dismay. “Y-yes Kendra I-I d-did,” she stammered. “I-I will…I will Kendra…”

“So, get naked then!” Her eyes were hard, ebon, like shards of obsidian or jet.

Subsiding, her hands shaking, Arlene’s slowly began to obey. She reached to draw her sweater over her head.

“Oh yeah! Baby! Take it off!” a voice from behind her called out as she did so. “Take it all off!”

Kendra flicked a fiercely furious look in its direction.

“Shut the fuck up Xander!” she snapped. Even though it wasn’t aimed at her, the older woman shuddered in response to the harsh command in Kendra’s voice.

Turning back Kendra gave Arlene the tiniest nod of approval as if to tell her she would protect her.

“Don’t stop Beautiful,” The red haired woman’s heart skipped a beat, flushing to hear that word on the other woman’s tongue again. Kendra’s voice was raw, still fierce; hot with lust but her eyes were hard, seeming to challenging Arlene to defy her.

Her fingers shook as she fumbled for the side zipper of her pale, grey, chino skirt and began to tug it down over her hips, past the swell of her bottom with shaking hands.

She heard Joyce’s words again.

‘You’re going to have to be willing to do anything if you want to get her back…I mean anything…it’ll probably hurt and likely it’s going to be humiliating…but if you want her…you’re going to have to get used to that.’

Joyce had been wearing a pink baby-doll nightie with a matching thong as she sat in Faith’s arms in the front room at Revello Drive. She smiled up at her wife who had returned it with one of her own. ‘I know I did…but once I did…I’m so happy with Faith you know…’

Arlene gave an involuntary wriggle of her hips as she slid the skirt past their curves. The silence around her seemed to deepen as she let it slip down her legs and fall to the floor at her feet.

In just her bra, panties and hose now, humiliation almost overcame her, crawling over her like a thousand tiny stinging insects. Vainly Arlene looked up at Kendra hoping that the black woman would relent; that her eyes would soften. Surely she had shown enough to convince her lover of her sincerity.

But Kendra’s eyes remained hard as hot metal, demanding and severe; unrelenting. “Everything Arlene,” she grated.

“Y-yes m-ma’am…” she breathed, her voice strained. She swallowed, remembering more of her sister’s advice; ‘let her know she’s in control…be submissive…show her you can be obedient…biddable…’ Reaching behind to unfasten the pale cream lace of her bra with shaking hands, Arlene let her breasts tumble out. Shaking with embarrassment they jiggled humiliatingly but she hesitated only briefly. ‘Do as you are told…’ Her pantyhose followed until she stood in just her panties.

Looking up once more, in desperation, she found no relenting in Kendra’s eyes.

‘Whatever she wants…whatever she says…you mustn’t question it…just obey...’

“Ohhh…” Arlene gave a half sob of dismay and surrender.

Blushing from her hair to her toes she slowly hooked her fingers into the waistband of her panties to pull them past the swell of her hips and bottom, sliding them down her legs to the floor.

Once naked she reached, futilely, to cover herself placing one hand across her breasts while trying to hide her groin with the other. Even as she did so she knew it was pointless. She knew her bottom remained bared; that she looked foolish trying to cover her blushes as she stood naked in the middle of the crowded bar. She knew what Kendra’s next words would be.

“No,” the dark skinned young woman said. “Don’t do that…put your hands behind your back…above your ass…I want you to let everyone see your body now.”

Hanging her head in shame and embarrassment, she obeyed. Her eyes were damp, shining.

“Good girl, Beautiful,” said Kendra approvingly. Arlene’s heart soared hearing that word. “Maybe you do mean it…”

Arlene looked up again. Nodding forlornly she said. “I-I d-do Kendra…I really do.”

Kendra grinned.

“Perhaps,” she said. “You do,” and she beckoned reaching for Arlene’s hand. “Come on.”

“Wh-where…wh-what about m-my clothes?” Arlene stuttered as Kendra drew her forward.

“Leave them…I’m sure someone will deal with them…”

She placed her hand on Arlene’s naked bottom and squeezed possessively, letting her finger rest in her crease between her cheeks before drawing her forwards, her hand sliding lower, making a public display of fondling her as she did. Distressingly conscious of that exploring hand and how her bare breasts jiggled as she was hurried forwards, Arlene’s humiliation deepened. She was keenly aware of the avid eyes that tracked her.

“Wh-where are we g-going?” Arlene asked, but Kendra ignored her.

“Hey Reggie,” the younger woman called. “You be ok if I use the office a while?”

From behind the bar an attractive black woman grinned.

“So this is the one you talked about eh Ken? You were right – she’s hot!” Her gaze heavy, appraising, sexual on Arlene’s naked body.

“Yeah…but I didn’t say she was hot…I said she was beautiful!”

Arlene felt her heart give another leap.

The other woman’s smile widened. She nodded. “Yeah – so you did…sure – take your time babe…I got the bar…”

“Thanks hon!” Kendra said. “Now c’mon Beautiful…move that fine, white ass…”

She swatted Arlene’s across her rump, making her yelp, propelling her forwards towards a door marked private.

Inside was part office part storeroom. There was a desk and chairs on which paperwork was piled alongside a somewhat battered computer. Along one wall cases of bottles were stacked and in the corner there was a small safe.

As the door swung closed a sudden murmur of conversation rose from the bar behind them, breaking the avid, watchful silence that had marked her humiliation.

A wry smile quirked on Kendra’s lips but she was silent as she pulled back a chair and sat down before she drew Arlene down over her lap.

Cowed by the silence the red head was helpless to resist as the young dark skinned woman began to spank her.

Arlene had only her single previous encounter with Kendra to compare her spanking to and while the treatment meted out to her bottom on that night a month previous had been intense and painful this was worse – much worse.

Kendra spanked her long and hard, plunging her quickly, deeply into a sea of pain, her hand raining down a multitude of sharp heavy blows that flattened her cheeks to make them bounce back, jiggling and juddering, scouring them with molten pain that turned them quickly pink and then hot, angry red; making her cry out, wailing in distress at the stinging, burning pain.

In the tiny part of Arlene’s brain that remained cogent she realised that she was being punished for running away and also simply for Kendra’s own pleasure. But for herself it felt more a demonstration of her surrender to Kendra’s domination – in allowing Kendra to punish her, she was accepting her own submission, letting go of herself; of her right to refuse anything the other woman might want of her. By acceding to the younger woman’s control; to her power over her; to her ability to do whatever she wanted to her without permission or any possibility of refusal she was now committing herself utterly, without prospect of escape, to a life of servitude with the dominant young dark-skinned beauty.

All of which was pretty much irrelevant in the moment though, because for the much greater part of her brain she was simply lost in pain and humiliation. Arlene Wilson suffered. Her legs kicked and her back arched and she sobbed in agony, her tears flowing as her world narrowed down to the single point of agonised focus that was her now spank scorched, ravaged bottom.

The pain that Kendra inflicted mercilessly upon her became her everything and she sank into it, accepting it as due to her. It was as if in making her decision, in seeking out Kendra, and in responding to her demands with surrender she had come to accept the fiery agony of her prolonged spanking as essential, necessary, right.

By the time Kendra finished Arlene was quite broken; as if everything that made her; her restraint; her desire; her willpower, her sense of self; even her humiliation and her suffering had been spanked from her. All that remained was agony and an all consuming sense of passivity; obedience; utter submission.

“Get up, Beautiful,” Kendra instructed. It was the first thing she had said to her since the spanking started. Despite her anguish Arlene obeyed instantly to stand hands by her side, head bowed in submission in front of the younger woman. “Hot damn, but you’re fine Beautiful…now turn around…show me that whore’s ass!”

Lost in her misery but utterly biddable Arlene complied, turning around so that her scorched buttocks were displayed to her tormentor.

“Oh yeah…” Kendra purred. “Arch your back, Beautiful…up on your toes…push your ass out for me,” she ordered. Again Arlene swiftly obeyed.

“Good…mmm…that’s red…does it hurt, Beautiful? “

The older woman gave a sob, nodding. She looked over her shoulder. “Y-yes K-Kendra,” she muttered. “H-hurts a l-lot…” Tears stained her cheeks.

“Good…gonna hurt more later y’know…” the Kendra said and Arlene sobbed again. “That fine, white, whore’s ass is gonna feel the whip later.”

“Ohh!” Arlene moaned.

“You ok with that Beautiful?”

“Y-y-yes Kendra…” Arlene answered with soft submission, remembering her determination to do whatever it took; to accept whatever Kendra demanded; whatever she made her do. “Th-thank you Kendra.”

The younger woman grinned fiercely.

“You know why I’m gonna whip your fine white ass don’t you, Beautiful?”

Arlene gave a sniff.

“I-I s-suppose…” she stammered miserably. “B-because I deserve it Kendra…a-and b-because you want to…to whip me…punish me…b-because y-you c-can…b-because I-I’m y-yours Kendra…I’m your slut…because you can do anything you want to me…”

“That’s right,” the young black woman’s grin was gleeful. “You are. Now turn around Beautiful.”

As she did so Arlene’s eyes widened as Kendra stood up to hitch up her short, black skirt up her thighs. “But first,” she said sitting down again with her skirt up around her hips. “I’ve got something for you.”

Sitting back she spread her powerful thighs and pulling her panties aside to expose her molten sex.

Still lost in her submission and her distress Arlene knew only to obey.

Sinking to her knees between Kendra’s legs she looked up once more her lover’s womanhood and she shook with desire. Her outer lips were kohl and plump like a cleft peach but dark; pouting, their flesh dusky and between them her inner lips were soft liquid, deep pink, demanding her kisses, shrouding the deep, dark, oiled velvet flesh of her lovemouth. Arlene bent her head unbidden, to press devoted lips to the dark-skinned young woman’s sex.

Drawing her tongue up through the pooling juices of her young lover’s pleasure Arlene renewed her intimate adoration of Kendra’s womanhood and it was suddenly as if the last few weeks had never been. Potent and sharp the black girl’s flood filled her mouth with the heady flavour of sex. It inundated her senses, subsuming her soul and she dove in deep, drinking down the ichors with relish. They may have been the most delicious thing that Arlene had ever tasted and, like a sort of love potion, they seemed to fill her, washing through her, transporting her. Suddenly she felt completely at peace as if all the stress and misery of recent days had gone.

“Mmm-mmmm-mmmph-mmmnnnummmpfhhh,” she mumbled as she lapped, her tongue darting up and down, flicking over Kendra’s erection before dipping deep into her sweet inner channel that tightened, squeezing on her tongue. And as she did so Kendra gasped clasping a hand to Arlene’s russet head holding her in place.

“Ahhh…y-yess…there…like that…with your tongue inside me Beautiful…ohh deeper Arlene…inside…lick deeper whore…ohhh…oh yeah…that’s it slut…good…ohhh…you’re gonna m-make me…ohhhh…ahhh…gonna come…i-in your mouth…all over your pretty whore’s face…oh yeahhh…ohhhh g-gonna…ohhhhh….ahhhhhhhhh!”

The weeks since the wedding had also been a difficult, frustrating time for Kendra as well. While she’d taken a couple of girls out she had found it impossible to shift Arlene from her mind; the memory of the older woman’s face, the feel of her, pliant in her arms as they danced, her body writhing beneath her in passion. Now, glorying in the joy of having the red haired woman back in her life; between her thighs, conquered and biddable, submitting, Kendra shuddered with a released of tension. Bucking, her core spasming around Arlene’s obedient tongue she cried out in ecstasy, pouring the torrent of her climax into the older woman’s mouth.

“Ahhh…ahhhhh…ahhhhhhh…hhufhhhhckkkkk yessasssshhhhh!!!”

Arlene received the flood, understanding now what Joyce’s had meant. Her heart filled with pride and joy at Kendra’s gushing orgasm, and she greedily swallowed as much of her lover’s cum as she could before the younger woman subsided. Remaining in place beneath her lover’s controlling hand she was immersed in femininity; her lips pressed to her pussy. Her tongue lapped gently, devotedly.

It was a little while later that Kendra led, a still naked, Arlene Wilson across the bar again. Silence fell once more, all eyes upon her. Kendra’s hand rested on Arlene’s neck, once more controlling her just like she had at the wedding, but now leaving the blushing hurt of her bottom unhidden for all to see.

Dimly, Arlene realised that her clothes had gone from where she had left them.

“Wait here Beautiful!” Kendra instructed, leaving her in the middle of the bar. “Hands behind your back like again – I want you on display.” And the older woman obeyed, standing still, unmoving, naked while Kendra went to negotiate the evening off, with her partner Reggie

Her eyes flicked, nervously, around the bar lighting on the corner where a tall dark haired woman in a suit had a blonde waitress against the wall, The blonde’s hips rolled, thrusting; her face strained, panting as the other woman’s hand moved beneath her mini-skirt.

Another waitress, also blonde, curvy, was being pulled into the lap of a another client. The client was a pretty black woman in a black leather skirt and black tanktop. She leaned towards her friends, two shy looking young brunettes, as she ran her hands over the waitress’ breasts.

Elsewhere a curvaceous brunette giggled rising from where she straddled the lap of a girl with blue tinted hair. As she rose her companion smacked her firmly on the rump before leading her across the bar to disappear through a door in the back

A young man in overalls leaned on the bar nebray. She watched as he sniffed at a scrap of material. With a gasp she recognised her panties before he passed them to his friend. She shuddered as they looked her up and down eyes lust-filled.

Embarrassed she shook; the pink that suffused her cheeks seemed almost as hot as that of her buttocks.

“Fuck me, that’s hot!” The first guy said. He was young – perhaps 21 years old. He had a sort of gangling look about him with dark wavy hair. Dimly she recognised him as the guy who had shouted out earlier when Kendra had made her strip off.

“Smells great too,” his russet haired friend replied. He had a sort of wolfish look to him despite his red hair and diminutive stature. He inhaled deeply, savouring the musky aroma of her panties again. “Can’t beat the smell of pussy…”

“Yeah…damn I’d love to fuck that!” The first, dark haired man said with feeling.

Arlene shuddered.

“Well you’ve always dug the older ladies! How long did you crush on Joyce Summers? Turned out she’s a dyke as well…you really can pick ‘em man!”

“Shut up Oz – you’re one to talk – I’ve seen the way you look at Rosenberg and her girlfriends.”

“Only cos I’d love to get in all that – just think what it’d be like in the same bed as those three!”

“You’d be lucky to get out alive buddy – you know those two girlfriends of hers are total uber-dommes? They’d probably ruin your ass-hole man!”

“Yeah,” the red haired man’s face fell a little. “What is it with this place though…all the hottest pussy is taken by the lesbians?” He looked at Arlene, his eyes become even more wolfish. “I mean – look at that…and a natural red head…” His gaze settled on the russet thatch at the base of her belly before drifting lower to linger where her nether lips pouted. “And that pussy! Reckon she’d be real good on her back!”

“I know! And look at those tits…fuck what wouldn’t I give to get my cock between those fun-bags before I put it down her throat!”

“And Kendra’s just whupped her ass…damn I’d love to spank that ass so bad…”

“Oh yeah! And she must love it!”

“Yeah – I bet she does…I bet she juices real nice when she’s spanked…fucks like a pro!

Arlene had never felt so mortified in her life. It was as if they were unaware that she could hear every word. Humiliation pressed in on her at the way they talked about her; at being the subject of their lustful appraisal.

“Aw yeah I bet she does man bet she comes like a whore! Kchuf, Oz, man – look at her – she’s so hot! It ain’t right – we should be fuckin’ that! Spit-roast her!”

“Aw man…but it’s never gonna happen Xan’,” his friend said bitterly. “You seen that she belongs to Kendra. You know that once the lesbians get to them, it’s over. No more stick for them. That pussy – pretty though it is – isn’t for us guys any more.”

“I know! I know! But it’s just so fuckin’ unfair!” The dark haired guy spat angrily.

“You’re only pissed ‘cos Anya’s over there with that lady lawyer’s tongue in her mouth and her hand between her legs while Cordy is outback getting her ‘tang pounded by that skinny chick with the blue highlights in her hair.”

“Too, friggin’ right I am! And look at Harmony as well!” He gestured towards the blonde waitress who was now making out passionately with the black woman. Grinding on her lap, her tank-top was pulled up baring her breasts to the black woman’s hands.

“You gotta let it go Xander man…just enjoy the show…or you’ll go crazy…of course you could come on the road with me…see if our luck changes…”

The one called Xander looked at his friend. Taking Arlene’s panties from him to hold them up to his nose again he said; “You know Oz – I reckon you’re right…” He inhaled again. “We should finish these beers and head out – go find our own pussy…where there ain’t no lesbians…”

“That, my friend, is a great plan…” the one called Oz replied, picking up his beer he raised it to chink glasses with the one called Xander. His eyes remained on Arlene. She felt them run up and down her nakedness.

She wanted desperately to cover herself but the still potent flavour of sex was in her mouth like a manifestation of Kendra, holding her whilst the raging heat of her buttocks reminded her of obedience.

Shivering with humiliation she suffered their lecherous stares.

“You ok Beautiful?” Kendra purred, coming up behind her. Arlene gasped as the young black woman’s hand ran across the hot hurt of her bottom. “Mmmmm…this ass is still on fire isn’t it baby?”

“Y-y-yes…unnnnhhh…” Arlene sobbed, nodding in reply.

“That’s good beautiful. You know the more it hurts, the longer it burns, the more you learn don’t you?” Her hand wasn’t gentle as it explored the tender heat, squeezing and pinching and Arlene whimpered.

“Y-yuh-yesssss…ohhh…” Arlene gasped with a renewed sob.

“Your ass is gonna suffer plenty baby,” Kendra purred.

“Ohhhh…oh y-yes Kendra…I-I know…”

“Until you don’t need reminding who owns your ass any more...and even then I still plan to flog you often…”

Arlene gave a sob but her core quaked, her heart pounding with elation to hear Kendra claim her. Her hips rolled and she answered Kendra’s hand by pressing her bottom back into the younger woman’s grasp compliantly, giving herself to her.

“Ohhh…”she sighed.

“I see you attracted the attention of those two losers.” Kendra said casually, shooting a look towards the two guys who looked away guiltily rather than meet the black woman’s gaze. “Don’t you worry about them Beautiful – let them look at your tits and your pussy; let them see your ass. I want them to see you…and know you’re mine. Let them dream of fucking you and spanking you…but they know you belong to me…they won’t touch you…they know you’re out of bounds for them. Besides…they’re like your dick of an old man…neither of them would know how to use a whore like you...not like a woman would…not like I do. They’ll probably just sit there and sniff your panties all night, telling themselves they could get you…before they go home and jerk off.” She pulled her close, kissing her. “Mmmmm…c’mon.” She said. “Let’s get your fine, white whore’s ass home and that pretty pink pussy opened wide…we got some catching up to do…”

She put her hand back on Arlene’s neck again, walking her across the bar and out the back door into the alley where Kendra parked her car.

Arlene shivered.

In the shadows at the back of the alley the curvy brunette groaned, crying out. With her skirt hitched up around her hips she was pressed hard against the alley wall by a slender young woman with blue highlights in her long brown hair. Perched on one foot, the other leg hooked over the arm of her lover, she arched, her head back, crying out noisily in answer to the thrusting hips that drove a large, blue strap-on dildo into her sex over and over in long deep, plunging thrusts.

“Oh my!” Arlene breathed.

“You ok?”

“I-I…I d-don’t know…sh-she’s…”

“What Beautiful?”

“Sh-she’s…f-fucking her…”

“That’s Cordy!” Kendra finished for her as the brunette’s cries raised a few notches to take on the familiar music of orgasm. “Finding her getting boned out here is no big surprise babe.” Kendra drawled. “Oh yeah…there it is…she’s coming now…like a whore in a back alley!”

Arlene blanched but Kendra seemed unmoved. She smiled.

“Kinda hot isn’t it?”

Arlene found she was unable to drag her gaze away from the writhing couple. Inside she felt a flutter in her centre, a twitching of arousal. She nodded minutely.

“Might bring you back here another night Beautiful; pin you against that wall like that and pump that pretty, pink pussy of yours until you come apart – just like that chick is doing to Cordy!” She purred as she unlocked the old compact. “You like the sound of that Beautiful?”

Arlene’s eyes shot wide open with shock.

“I-I…I…ohhhh…I d-d-don’t kn-know…” she stammered in dismay and confusion as Kendar opened the car door for her. But her body betrayed her again as the fluttering became a spasm, her core tightening and her pulse thrummed in her clit.

The journey back to Kendra’s apartment was, relatively speaking, uneventful; if Arlene could describe any thing now as uneventful. Her nakedness, the aching heat between her legs; the burning hurt of her bottom, let alone the way her companion dipped a hand between her thighs at every intersection and stop-light made for anything but an uneventful right and she left an unmistakeable damp spot on the seat beneath her when they stopped at last.

Kendra ‘tsk-tsked’ and shook her head with a grin. “That’s my slut,” she said approvingly.

Fortunately for Arlene no-one saw them on the short walk from Kendra’s car – or at least they saw no-one; nor on the clamber up three flights of stone stairs to her apartment.

Once inside the door though, Kendra seized her, taking her forcefully into her arms, kissing her hard; passionately, her tongue demanding admission to Arlene’s mouth. The red head felt herself sagging, melting in her lover’s arms.

Kendra drove her backwards through a doorway, still kissing her deeply.

The kiss lasted an age leaving Arlene breathless and weak with desire. When it ended she saw her need reflected in the burning emotion of Kendra’s eyes.

The younger woman grinned slyly, darkly before pushing her backwards. She yelped in surprise before landing on the softness of a bed.

Kendra looked down on the Arlene, her face taut with desire.

“Spread your legs Beautiful,” she instructed.

“Oh-ok…” Arlene replied. “Wh-whatever you say Kendra.” Her eyes were hooded, heavy with lust and surrender as she lay back and she opened her legs as she had been told.

“Now open yourself up with your fingers…show me your pussy…open yourself’ real wide…so I can see right up inside you…up inside your cunt!” The black girl’s eyes gleamed.

“L-like th-this?” Arlene asked. Feeling completely powerless, utterly shamed but completely complaisant; her will broken, she slid her hand down to her core to part her lips with her fingers, exposing the pink coral of her slick, liquid folds.

“Lift your knees up Beautiful and use both hands…pull your pussy lips wide open. Let me see deep into your fuck-hole! Open yourself so wide I can see your womb…”

Lost in humiliation and lust Arlene moved to obey, lifting her knees so that her feet rested on the bed she moved her free hand to join her other one at her sex peeling her labia open. She felt her love juices trickle down into the crack of her bottom.

“I-is that ok Kendra? Can you see i-inside m-me…i-inside m-my p-pussy?” She craned her neck to look up.

“That’s good Beautiful…that’s perfect…you look like a total slut…now rub your clit.”

Kendra’s reply made the older woman moan, shuddering. Writhing on the bed she obeyed flicking her nubbin with her finger.

“Look at me Arlene…” Kendra said as she began to undress. “You’re mine now Beautiful. My whore! That hot body of yours…that beautiful white, whore’s ass…those sweet, soft white tits…that wet, hot, sticky pussy…all mine…and inside that pretty whore’s head…all that’s mine as well…” She tugged her tank top up over her shoulders. Her full breasts seemed to spring free, their dark, smooth flesh with their dusky caps demanding the attention of Arlene’s eyes. The older woman bit gently on her lower lip. Kendra cupped her beasts thumbing her nipples. “Mmmm…” she moaned. “All you’re gonna think about from now on is pussy…and how much you want this body...this is what you’re gonna dream of Beautiful…hot, horny, wet dreams…sucking on my tits…” she thumbed her nipples again. “Eating this pussy…” She eased her skirt over her hips taking her panties with it, baring her hips and thighs her powerful broad buttocks, the dark pink fleshy divide of her pussy. “It’s this you’re going to be dreaming of…this body you’re gonna be wanting over you…pinning you down…fucking you…using you…”

As she finished she stepped out of her panties and Arlene found herself staring, once again awestruck, at the young black woman’s compact, taut, athletic frame with her smoothly muscled limbs, flat, washboard abs and narrow waist above the feminine flare of her hips and powerful, sturdy thighs.

Arousal spiked through her at the sight, shaking her to her core that rippled, quaking. Her clit ached, pulsing beneath her finger. Her eyes drank in the dark skinned beauty’s magnificence roaming over her full, high breasts with their dark, caps; stiff and fat and down to the neat patch of tight curls at her groin above the plump folds of her sex.

“Mmmmmmm…” she moaned, her body yearning. She wanted Kendra. She wanted nothing more than to taste her again; to bury her face between her thighs, plunging her tongue into wetness to feast on her womanhood . “Ohhh…oh w-want you Kendra…w-want your pussy.”

Her toes curled, digging into the sheets beneath her. Her clitoris throbbed burning.

“Good girl,” Kendra replied her own eyes smoky, hazy with desire. Her thighs were damp.

It took all the restraint she could muster to hold herself back from climbing over the older woman to queen her.

“Later baby,” she said huskily. “I’m gonna spend plenty of time on your face later.”

“Ohhhh….” Arlene moaned in frustration and longing but her disappointment was brief as she watched Kendra reach to take a harness, complete with the black phallus familiar from their previous night together. She shuddered at the recollection of it inside her, massive and hard, stretching her as she was fucked deeply.

The older woman gazed adoringly as Kendra stepped into the harness, tightening it carefully so the dildo jutted proudly. Her body ached in anticipation, expectation that Kendra would throw herself upon her, thrust the erection into her in deep impaling strokes.

But the younger woman’s eyes were crueller than that. Her intentions more intense.

She turned away, reaching into a draw. Arlene watched her in confusion, her attention somewhat distracted by the glorious sight of the black woman’s buttocks.

Kendra straightened again turning back to Arlene and the older woman gasped in sudden shock, ice running through her at the sight of what the young dark-skinned woman held.

The whip was made of many thin, black leather strands bound into a phallus shaped handle. The whip’s strands were some 15 inches long.

“I promised you that I’d whip you didn’t I Beautiful?”

“Ohhh…” Arlene moaned softly in terrified dismay. “P-please…oh n-no…” she pleaded knowing that her begging would be for nothing.

“Hush Beautiful…you want to be mine don’t you baby?”

“Y-y-yes,” Arlene replied in soft assent, tremulous through her fear, understanding the meaning of what she said.

“And you know you have to prove yourself…”

“Yes Kendra…”

“So you want this don’t you Beautiful…you want to feel the whip on your poor, soft, white whore’s flesh don’t you?”

Arlene nodded slowly in surrender. “Y-yes Kendra…M-Mistress…” She used the word Joyce had given her.

“Good,” Kendra answered with a cruel smile, flicking her wrist so the whip snapped out to land across Arlene’s breasts.

“Hahhh!” the red haired woman cried softly, bucking, her hands sweeping up to protect her breasts. Her legs kicked.

“Hands in your pussy Beautiful!” Kendra instructed quite gently. “Keep yourself open for me…and keep jilling your bean baby…”

Slowly Arlene obeyed with a sob, her hands opening her folds again, busy fingers finding her her button and the whip flickered again landing on her breasts once more.

Arlene gasped with a sharp screech; humiliation, pain, and arousal blending into one emotional state as thin red weals of agony bloomed across her chest.

“Good girl,” Kendra approved flicking the whip again making her wail.

Kendra struck her breasts again, three more times before moving downwards, flogging her belly and then her thighs. The strokes were not hard but the whip’s corded strands bit sharply, making Arlene cry out, wailing; her body wracked and writhing.

Red blossomed in its wake; hot scarlet traces staining her pale, freckled flesh.

After a handful of strokes she was crying but Kendra’s will and her own determination to give herself fully to her lover, to earn her forgiveness, kept Arlene in position and she continued to hold her womanhood open wide while her forefingers stroked and played on her throbbing nub. Again the boundary between sensations and emotions began to blur; pleasure and pain becoming, once more, indistinguishable as they merged with her sense of humiliation.

“Ahhhhhyyyyyahhhh!” she cried as Kendra stroked her breasts again before making her turn over to lie on her front. The heat of her breasts and belly and thighs was torment on the softness of the bed. When ordered she spread her legs wide again and her fingers remained obediently busy, now probing inside her core in deep thrusting strokes at the younger woman’s instruction.

The heated roseate flush from her earlier spanking had finally begun to subside to warm pink but her cheeks were still tender from the severe chastisement they had endured and the whip now scourged her tender flesh with new fire in fine, manifold, stinging caresses.

She cried out, her wails muffled by the bedding and she bucked, each stroke making her thrust and writhe, humping onto her fingers as she was transported.

Agony consumed her, becoming her as Kendra striped her bottom repeatedly alternating from one flank to the other before moving to scourge the soft backs of her thighs.

Eventually the younger woman paused. Moving closer she wrapped the whip’s cords around her hand to shorten them and grasped the dildo’s erection in her fist.

“Up now, Beautiful…up on your hands and knees bitch.” She instructed.

Arlene strained to comply through an anguished fog of lust, hauling herself up onto all fours as the bed dipped behind her under Kendra’s weight.

Guiding the dildo to the mouth of the older woman’s core Kendra moved closer. As she did so she slapped the shortened whip down on the older woman’s buttocks making her cry out again.

“You ready for this?” she asked. “Your pussy ready for my cock Beautiful?”

“Ohhh…ohhh y-yuh-yessss…p-please…” Arlene pleaded desperately in response to the sensation of the dildo’s head at the entrance to her love mouth. “P-please Kendra…please fuck m-me,” she begged, pushing herself backwards onto the cock-head.

“Wait, Beautiful!” The whip slapped her bottom again making her pause crying out.

“Ahhhh!”

“You got to beg for both Arlene…”

“B-both?” Arlene stammered in confusion.

“Both, bitch,” the black woman confirmed. “Cock and whip…you gotta beg me…for cock in your pussy and the whip across your ass…”

“Ohhh…” the older woman moaned in dismay as her sex clenched.

Kendra moved her hips easing the dildo forwards, so it strained her lovetoy’s sex mouth entering her a little, and then drawing back again to leave her frustrated.

“Nnnnn…ohhh…p-please,” she moaned.

“Beg Beautiful…” Kendra said.

And the older woman did.

“Ohhh…oh p-please Kendra…please fuck me…please fuck my pussy…fill my pussy with your cock…please…and m-my bottom…please whip me…give me the whip across my white, whore’s bottom while you fuck m-my pussy…my slutty, wet whore’s cunt…please Kendra…”

The words tumbled from Arlene as if they were normal to her – and, to be honest, it now seemed that they were.

“Good girl, Beautiful,” Kendra crooned, snapping the whip down again and she reached forwards to grasp Arlene’s shoulder pulling her back as she slammed the dildo into her.

“Ahhhhhhhh-ohhhhhhhh!” Arlene cried out and she didn’t know if it was in ecstasy or agony.

And then as Kendra began to fuck her she brought the whip down in a rain of sharp little strokes switching from one buttock to the other as if urging her on as she rode her.

“Ahhhhh…ahhhhh…ohhhhh…oh f-hhufhhckkkk…ahhh…ahhhh…ohhhh…oh-p-please…ahhhhh…”

Arlene’s cries came shriller and more desperate as she suffered and at the same time was driven remorselessly by the pounding, hard thrusting of her lover’s hips towards orgasm.

“Good girl! That’s right bitch…come for me now slut…come on my cock Beautiful, like a good little whore,” Kendra exhorted, punctuating her words with strokes of the whip as she thrust her hips.

“Ohhh…ohh God…ohh f-fuhhhk…yesssss…ahhh!”

Arlene might have once refused to believe that such a thing was possible – that she could be forced to such heights of pleasure even as she suffered a painful flogging. She had not even expected such a thing when she made her decision to return to Kendra; seeking her forgiveness and giving herself in submission to the young black woman with whom she had become so besotted. She had known that she would be made to suffer in order to prove her devotion; she had known that there would be punition and that she would be used hard, ravished and made to service her lover in ways that both thrilled and disturbed her in equal measure.

But now she knew that such things were not just possible but essential to her; and she felt herself exulting in Kendra’s harsh treatment as her cruel lover grabbed her hair pulling her back so her body arched up-right.

“Up bitch!” Kendra husked and the whip curved around her, slapping her breasts again; stroking her belly and her thighs before it kissed her sex, caressing it with tongues of fire so that the feeling of being filled fused with stinging hurt to send her over the edge into the abyss of release.

“Y-y-y-yahhh…n-n-nnnnahhhhhhhhhh!” she wailed as orgasm claimed her, uncoiling to rush and rage through her like a storm.

Kendra let her fall forwards, the thrusting of her hips slowing to a leisurely grind.

Arlene shuddered in front of her and the black girl could feel the quaking heaves of her sex straining and pulling on the dildo through the harness.

The dark-skinned young Domme’s heart leapt in joy at the extent and speed of the older woman’s sensual submission. “That’s it Beautiful,” she crooned softer now. “Ohh yeah…oh you’re so perfect baby…such a perfect slut…”

She pulled the slender red haired woman up again, drawing her back to kiss her neck and then turn her head. Clasping her across her tormented breasts with a possessive arm she claimed Arlene’s mouth hungrily. Her tongue was forceful as she kissed her deeply and passionately.

Enervated in the aftermath of orgasm, Arlene was weak, her muscles lacking tension. She was like a rag-doll limp in the younger woman’s embrace, yielding and pliant as Kendra dominated her with her kisses. Her core throbbed aching around the impaling dildo; hot aching soreness seemed to enfold her as much as the youthful strength of Kendra’s arms and she could only moan into her lover’s kiss as her mouth was pillaged.

Then, released from the potent, oppressive, passion of Kendra’s embrace at last, Arlene fell forwards onto her hands again while her lover grasped her hips.

“Mmmm…oh you like being my little @#$%& don’t you Beautiful? You like being fucked like a bitch don’t you?” Kendra grated.

“Y-yuh…” Arlen tried to answer. “Unnnnn-yuh-y-yessss Kendra…ohhhh yessss…your bitch…unnhhfff…your whore...” was all she could manage.

“That’s a good girl Beautiful,” Kendra said, softer now, pressing her hips forwards.

“Ooooohhhhh…” Aerlene groaned, feeling the pressure of Kendra’s thighs, belly and groin against her tormented buttocks; feeling the dildo sink deep into her again Kendra’s hips rolled making her follow before the dark skinned young woman eased back withdrawing from inside her core.

“Ohhhh…” Arlene moaned again, this time in loss, as her sex surrendered its clasp on the dildo with a soft ‘plop’. Her soft, velvet walls quaked, rippling as they closed in on themselves. “Mmmmmm…” A sort of dreamy feeling slid though her.

She looked back over her shoulder. Her eyes hooded she gazed adoringly at the younger woman. A smile forming on her face as an idea formed in her head. She knew what to do now and she turned round to take the dildo, dripping with her pleasure, in her mouth, kissing it before parting her lips to take it in.

Her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck. The shaft was flavoured with the sticky, musky results of her climax and she looked up at her lover from her kneeling position in complete and adoring submission.

“Mmmmm…mmm…mmmmpffffhhh!” she mumbled around the phallus and Kendra grinned.

“Good slut, Beautiful,” the younger woman purred in approbation and she eased her hips forwards so the cock hit the back of Arlene’s throat. “You remember how to swallow don’t you babe?”

“Mmmmnnnggghhhh!” Arlene tried unsuccessfully to nod while she strained to take the dildo’s fat head down her throat.

A little while later Arlene found herself drowsing in Kendra’s arms. Despite the still fierce aching that seemed to envelope her body, she was completely at ease, as if a terrible burden had been relived; all her tensions and fear washed away by fierce, cruel passions leaving only blissful submission. Sensuality seemed to flow over and around and through her being; permeating her to her core. Her body and brain were still infused, awash with pleasure chemicals. She was drunk on pleasure. The flavour of her own orgasm still combined with that of her lover’s on her lips and tongue. Her jaw ached a little – though not so much as those parts of her that had felt the whip’s torrid caress – and there was a dull throbbing sensation, a heat between her legs, inside her, below her womb. She felt sated, fulfilled and yet, without being actively aroused, entirely sexual. She needed nothing at that moment but had her lover demanded anything of her she would have given herself to it, to her, with the ardent fervour of complete devotion.

Her eyes settled on the whip where it lay beside her on the bed the dildo, still in its harness, alongside.

She shuddered softly against Kendra’s hard, athletic, youthful frame.

“You ok Beautiful?” asked Kendra softly, her mouth close to Arlene’s ear.

“Mmmmm,” Arlene moaned in reply. “Yes, I am…tired a-and a bit sore…in fact a lot sore…but…mmmmmmm…it’s good…I-I’ve never felt like this before.”

“How’s that Beautiful? How do you feel?”

“Oh,” Arlene said shyly almost. “S-sort of c-complete…” She blushed. “L-like your wanting me…th-the way you do…makes me feel…prized…a-and feminine…and desired and important…maybe even loved…I really don’t think I’ve ever really known what that was like before now.”

Kendra chuckled softly in her ear.

“Didn’t I say that husband of yours was an unappreciative asshole…wasting your fine white, whore’s body all of these years?”

Arlene shuddered in her arms.

“Y-yes…you did Kendra,” she answered softly. “You were right…Mistress…”

“Never using you how you should be…” Kendra continued. “How you need to be used baby...how a slut like you should be used…so now you feel it’s right because it’s what you always wanted…to find someone to turn you into the cunt hungry lezzie whore you’ve always been inside?”

Arlene sat up to look down on the dark-skinned young woman beside her. Her whip mazed breasts heaved with passion as her breath became heavy. She felt herself shake in response, renewed desire uncoiling inside her aching core, blossoming like a flower. She felt her vulva swell, her lips parting

“I-I wish I-I’d met you years ago Kendra!”

“Well of course you do Beautiful!” The younger woman smirked. “Though not too many years I hope…I’m only 22…not that having you as my fuck-toy when I was in high school wouldn’t have been the coolest…”

Kendra’s grin was rogueish. Arlene’s was coquettish in return.

“Would you have bragged about ploughing me to all your friends?” She asked; breathy, coy.

“Oh yeah!” Kendra replied.

“You and Faith could have compared notes on me and Joyce!”

“Mmmm…yeah we could…which of you old sluts was the dirtiest…”

“I’d have made sure you knew it was me!”

“Yeah…I reckon you would have Beautiful…”

“I’d have given you a pair of my panties to take to school every day to share with your girlfriends…and naked photos of me to show them as well…”

“Hah! Hah! Hah!” Kendra laughed. “That would have been so hot! I’d have loved that. I wish that could have happened Beautiful.”

“Me too! I’d have been your after school fuck-toy!”

“After school? I’d have had you coming to school at lunch-time for me to bone you in the janitor’s closet!”

“Ooooh – oh that sounds good…or maybe you could have boned me in the girls’ locker room…or in the showers – where we could get caught…so everyone could watch my cuntswallow your cock! And then they’d all know that I was your @#$%&…your slutty old lezzie whore!” Arlene’s breasts heaved with excitement as she spoke.

“That would have made school a helluva lot better place to be.”

“Oh! I’m sorry baby – I didn’t mean…”

“No – that’s ok Beautiful – not your fault hon – but growing up queer – and black – in these parts – not so easy…my mom worked three jobs to keep us fed with a roof over our heads and being the weird, queer girl did not make for an easy ride!”

“I’m sorry Kendra,” Arlene repeated herself. “I-I wish I could have been there – to make it better for you.”

“Me too Beautiful…but,” she reached behind the older woman to take a handful of her bottom. “You were too busy wasting this fine white ass on that limp-dicked old man…when you should have been ears deep in snatch…learning to be a good little pussy licker so you were ready for me!”

“Oh you’re right honey…but I have needed someone else to teach me!” She paused and grin came over her face. “Maybe I could have been getting slammed by your mom! What’s she like? I bet she’s hot… does she like white pussy too? She could have spanked my slutty white whore’s ass!” She said mischievously.

Kendra choked, laughing.

“Oh no! She’s dead straight. I don’t think she ever had a gay thought in her life – how she managed to have two queer daughters…I dunno.” Kendra shrugged.

“Shame,” Arlene pouted. “Maybe I could have turned her!” Arlene smirked. “I’d have just licked her pussy until she promised to spank my ass! Then you could have shared me…oooh…I like the idea of that…”

“Fuck! What have I done?” Kendra cried in a sort of mock horror.

And Arlene shrugged with a smile of contentment.

“Made me realise what I am…what I’ve been missing…what I should have been all this time…”

“And what’s that Beautiful?” Kendra was still laughing.

“A lezzie fuck-slut!” the older woman answered, eyes bright and sparkling. “Your lezzie fuck-slut Kendra. Your little white whore! I really can’t believe I wasted all those frustrated, uptight, dreary years married to a man who wouldn’t know how to spank me or use me if he had an instruction manual!”

“You just needed the right woman to take you in hand…make you beg…make you scream…and I’m just happy to be that woman! You know I’m actually glad you never discovered your true self until now Arlene…that I was your first...”

“I’m glad you were too Kendra…I’m so glad you turned me into the dirty little cunt-licker I am...mmmm…I so love eating pussy! …” Her eyes sparkled again “But a little bit of me wishes that I’d learned sooner…”

Kendra laughed again.

“Ha! Ha-ha-ha-hah! And we know which little bit of you, you mean, don’t we?” The dark skinned young woman dipped a finger into the honeyed flesh between the folds of Arlene’s labia, making her moan, her hips rolling.

“Mmmmooooohhh…m-my p-pussy, miss…” she answered breathlessly, opening her legs wide.

“Oh yeah…such pretty pink pussy!” Kendra purred peeling Arlene’s nether lips back to expose the molten flesh within. “Mmmmm…look at that…wet and pink and hot…just begging for more cock…damn you’re so wet…”

“Nnn-nn-nuhhhhhff…o-o-of course I am…I’m in bed with the most beautiful woman in the world and I think she’s about to fuck my pussy until I scream…”

The younger girl shook her head with a chuckle. “What am I going to do with you?” she said.

“Well I suppose you could just spank me instead?” the red head looked up, pouting, her eyes sparkling, wicked.

Kendra laughed again and though her laughter, she said: “You know, Arlene…I think I love you!” Kendra said softly, drawing Arlene towards her, kissing her deeply; making the older woman shudder with passion.

“D-do you?” Arlene managed to pant a few moments later. “D-do you mean that…that you love me?

Kendra paused, suddenly looking a little uncomfortable. She was breathless now as well.

Slowly, uncertainly as if the admission left her shaken, she nodded.

“I think I do, Beautiful….I think I’m falling in love with you…” Kendra drew breath and a broad smile appeared on her face. “I think, maybe, sometimes you just know when it’s right – when it’s the real thing! And you’re so perfect…so sensual…so beautiful…you’re funny and cute and hot…I love that you don’t even know it…not to mention that you’re a total, subby, fuck slut!” She took a deep breath. “I’ve never felt like this before…there’s something about you…I know we only had that one night together…but when you went away…”

“Oh Kendra – I’m so sorry…” Arlene broke in softly. Sitting up she took Kendra’s hand pressing her lips to it. “I know I was wrong…I had no right to go…to say no to you…to refuse to submit…a-and I know that you haven’t finished punishing me for that yet. You should spank me and paddle me and strap me and whip me again…and again…and again to teach me…but I promise you…I’m yours now…I am…like you said…your subby-slutty little white whore…I’ll never disobey you again! I’ll do anything you tell me!”

Kendra’s eyes were moist with emotion.

She lifted her hand, stroked the older woman’s face.

“It’s ok Beautiful…I know you will. And I haven’t finished punishing you babe…I’m never going to be finished punishing your beautiful, white whore’s body!” she said kissing her gently Arlene shook with emotion. “But actually – I think it taught us something… both of us…I don’t know if I’d feel this way if you’d stayed.”

“Perhaps darling,” Arlene agreed. “And perhaps I had to discover just how much I wanted to give myself to you…perhaps I had to discover myself…my true self…the me that needs to be yours…that needs to be your lezzie fuck-slut. When I realised that…I knew there couldn’t be anyone else. I knew then that no matter how much I would have to suffer to earn the right to be your whore…I’d do it! I knew you’d spank me…I thought you might clamp me…but I knew I’d let you…” She paused, breathing hard. “Now – I promise – I’ll do anything for you Kendra!” she finished.

Kendra’s smile was radiant with delight; fierce with pride. She held the older woman’s gaze with her eyes.

“And I promise I’ll make sure that you do!”

Arlene bowed her head in submission.

“Thank you Kendra…” she looked up with a half smile “I never knew it was possible to feel like this. I always thought Joyce had lost her mind…I thought she was ill maybe…but now I know…you’ve shown me…that this is right...for me…this is my place…who I am…what I am. It’s like I waited all my life for this…and now you’ve made me what I was always meant to be! I want to be like Joyce, Kendra.

“I want that as well Arlene,” Kendra answered, using her name, as if gravity of their words needed it. “I want you to be mine…I want to own you…like Faith owns your sister…every part of you…your body…your feelings…your passion…every thought in your pretty, red, whore’s head.”

“Ohhh…oh yes…that’s right. That’s how I want it to be…I want to belong to you, completely…” Arlene looked up keenly. “Y-you sh-should shave me…” she declared. “And… make me wear a collar…or g-get me p-pierced…or get me tattooed…”

“But I like your pretty red pubes Beautiful,” Kendra stroked her hand through the russet curls below her belly. “The rest though…” she said looking up. “I like the sound of that…you’d look so cute with your nips and clit pierced…and your tongue…I’d like to feel your pierced tongue inside my pussy.”

“Oh Kendra…” Arlene breathed and the younger woman drew her into her arms again. “Ohh Kendra,” she sighed “I’d like that…I-I love you too!” “You make me feel so precious…so desired…so special…I-I never felt that before…”

“I promise you Beautiful…you are never going to feel unappreciated again…there isn’t gonna be a minute when I’m not wanting to you…not wanting to use you…we’re going to catch up on all those years you’ve missed out I promise…I’m going to use every inch a that beautiful, slut’s body…I’m going to use you so often and so hard your head will spin…you won’t be able to think straight…I’m going to use you all the time…every day and every night! I’m going to spank you and strap you and whip you...I’m going to clamp your clit before I fuck you…here…” She touched her again between the legs. “And here…” Parting Arlene’s buttocks she circled her rosebud with a finger. Arlene found herself groaning as her anus twitched under the pressure.

“Nnnnuhh…Oh I-I’ve n-never done that before.” She said weakly.

“Oh but you will Beautiful…I promise…I’m going to fuck your ass with the biggest dildo I can find!”

“If you say so Mistress…ohhhh oh g-goh-ohhdd!” Arlene moaned as the pressure grew. “Ohhhhhhh….” Her secret mouth surrendered, taking Kendra’s index finger to the first knuckle as if reflecting the her own surrender. She squirmed against the unfamiliar intruder. Her sex oozed, her love-juices seeping to trickle into the crease of her bottom.

“And not just this. You’re going to do all those other things we talked about before…I’m going to make you do things you’ve never even dreamed of…and you’re never going to feel unwanted or unloved ever again!”

Kendra twisted her finger inside her.

”Ohhhh…oh p-please…”

“Please what, Beautiful?”

“Please Kendra…use me now…use me like that…l-like y-you said…m-make me scream…p-please…spank me again…a-and f-fuck me…l-like that…i-in th-there…in m-my bottom…like a whore…make me your slut…make me scream. Please!”

She moaned again as Kendra drew her close, pushing her finger deeper into her unyielding tension.

“Ohh-aaaaahnnnnnhhhhh!” Arlene cried out and Kendra leaned over to recover the strap-on cock from where it lay.

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