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The Servitude of Sappho: Remaking Joyce Summers	By : Salamandaslash Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > General Views: 26891 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2: Many lessons to learn

Joyce shivered at the sensation as Faith ran her fingers up the now smooth naked flesh of her pubis. Where there had been a reddish dark blonde thatch there the night before she was now naked, bare, exposed. It felt odd being naked; slightly raw but cool.
Counter-intuitively, she felt the loss of her pubes like a sort of weight on her groin reminding her of how vulnerable she felt. It was as if her nakedness had made her more straightforward: a sex object.
She shivered again. It was early, barely light outside. She was tired, aching a little; emotionally drained, but the feeling of the younger woman beside her, her taut young frame, the perfume of her hair and the soft scent of her flesh gave her as feeling of belonging; contentment.
“What did you learn yesterday Sweetness?” Faith asked softly.
Joyce felt her body tighten, her core melting. Faith’s eyes were dark and she felt herself sinking into them.
“Th-that…I-I need to be ready for you…to m-make love with you… always…a-and I always need to be ready to be spanked as well…all the time…*any* time…anywhere…j-just being with you means…being ready…w-willing…to f-fuck…th-that I’m a whore…like you said…made to…t-to fuck…th-that my pussy is always going to be w-wet for you…ohhh…”
“That’s right,” the younger woman said softly. She moved against her, grinding her sex against Joyce’s thigh. “Mmmmm…” she moaned softly. “But more Joyce…what else?”
Her eyes were hooded but hard now and she eased herself on top of Joyce, positioning herself between her thighs.
“Th-that you control me…I’m always going to be ready…but I get fucked when *you* say…I-I get *spanked* only when *you* say…”
“Mmmm…good girl, Sweetness,” Faith purred, “But *more*…” she arched so their centres met and they both moaned as one as the young brunette rolled her hips.
Lifting her hips, Joyce let her legs open wider, to offer herself, increasing the contact and she felt her lover’s clit against hers.
“Ohhh…oh gohh-ohhhd…ohhh…” Joyce moaned as Faith moved against her. The intimacy of the contact was almost unbearable; unimaginably intense. “Ohhh…oh F-Faith…ohhh…”
“What else did you learn Joyce?” Faith’s voice was hard, demanding but she continued to moved sinuously, sexually against her.
“Ohh…th-that I *like* it Faith…I like belonging to you…ohh gohhhhhddd!”
“Mmmmm...good girl…ohhmmmm….” Faith breathed in return and her hips moved faster.
***

After Faith had made love to her, rubbing their pussies together again in the early light they had showered together washing each other with soft, gentle hands. But even then Faith had found yet another way to teach her to submit.
“N-need to pee!” Joyce had moaned as the young brunette’s tongue explored her mouth, her fingers dabbling in her core.
“That’s ok Sweetness…you can do that now,” Faith had smiled, using her fingers to hold her pussy open; and Joyce, despite her renewed blushes had found herself able to obey, releasing a stream of pale yellow that faded into the flow of the shower.
“Mmmaahh-hmmmm…” she sighed softly, her head on one side, her eyes, held by her lover’s, hooded as the shiver of her emptying bladder passed through her. She felt utterly submissive, controlled.
“Good girl Sweetness,” Faith purred softly. “Now my turn!” And she pulled her close.
Joyce was sure it was one of the most sensually intimate experiences she had ever known and she shook with passion as her lover sent a flow of her own cascading over Joyce’s belly and thighs.
Then she watched, languid with submissive desire, dreamy and pliant as Faith chose her clothes: a short, button-front summer dress with skirts that billowed, floating as she moved. It seemed to suit her mood. It could almost have been a dress she might have bought herself except for its thigh baring length and the way it clung to her hips and breasts; and she would never have worn so many of its buttons undone. Beneath it Faith chose a lace trimmed teddy in pale silver-grey silk with matching panties and charcoal back-seemed hold-up stockings with deep patterned welts.
She knew before she saw herself in the mirror that the effect was exactly what Faith wanted for her. Softly feminine, and almost sensible enough for a woman of her age but somehow slutty with the dress showing off her legs, only just covering her stocking tops and unbuttoned to reveal her cleavage.
She felt sexy, desireable as she headed to work.

That morning at the Gallery Joyce once again found herself waiting desperately for her lover to call on her. She was a molten pool of longing when Faith finally appeared to take her to lunch.
Instead of the Espresso Pump this time she took her to a bar a couple of blocks away. Reggie’s Bar seemed a normal sort of place. It could have been a bar anywhere with a mix of clientele – though Joyce noticed that the male customers seemed to be clustered almost nervously at one end of the bar where the woman seemed to occupy most of the booths and tables. They also outnumbered the men significantly. It was also noticeable that the majority of the women were with other women.
“It’s not a gay bar,” Faith explained. “But Reggie and Kendra are stone cold dykes – it’s their place – so it’s pretty welcoming.”
Faith caught the eye of a blonde waitress in tight cut-off jean shorts and a denim tie top that left it all too clear that she didn’t wear a bra.
“Hey Anya,” she said, talking with comfortable familiarity to the other girl. “Saw Cordy yesterday – you ok?” she asked before ordering a burger for herself and a chicken salad for Joyce along with two beers.
The waitress smiled back.
“Yeah – she said,” she replied looking pointedly at Joyce. “Though I didn’t quite believe her until now!”
Joyce smiled shyly and Anya took their order.
As Faith steered her towards a booth Joyce recognised Xander Harris, Daniel Osborne, Jesse McNally and Warren Mears at the bar. Shivering she felt them watch her as Faith put her hand on her bottom to guide her across the bar.
“I know those boys,” she whispered to Faith when they sat down.
“I know,” Faith replied with a crooked smile. “They spent all of High School crushing on Buffy – shame the little dyke wasn’t available to them…”
“Oh!”
“And now they can see that neither is her mom! You *know* that Xander had the *biggest* crush on you as well don’t you?”
“Ohh…oh my…” Joyce blushed deeply.
“Yeah…poor guy…no chance of getting his cock into *any* of the Summers girls now!”
“Oh…Faith…please…” Joyce felt her blush deepen.
“Wonder how hard his poor little dick is about now hmmm?” Faith continued, stroking her knee.
“Ohh…oh n-no…” Joyce pulled a look of distaste at the thought. It barely occurred to her that there was anything significant in her reaction.
Faith grinned.
“Mind you the thought of getting both you and B in the sack together probably kept him hard right through school!”
“Ohh…oh…g-g-gosh…”
“Kept me in kn4w material a few nights too Sweetness…”
“Ohhhhhhh…Faith y-you shouldn’t…”
“Dunno…the idea still makes my clit tingle…”
“P-please Faith…i-it’s wrong…you mustn’t…”
“Hmmm…wrong?” Joyce’s tense unease at the topic of conversation was palpable. “Easy baby…” Faith soothed putting a hand behind her neck. “C’mere Sweetness, let’s make sure the guys get the message…this pussy is women only now…” the younger woman said and drew her in to kiss her hard.
Joyce’s heart raced, her core aching as Faith let her come up for air when their lunch arrived, delivered by Anya.
The younger woman proceeded to wolf hers down, pulling on her beer while Joyce picked at her chicken salad. There was nothing wrong with it – in fact Joyce thought it was probably delicious but she was still humming with hormones, agitated and antsy from her lover’s passionate kiss.
She was keenly aware of the dampness in her panties.
As she sipped at her beer she looked around the bar, looking sideways at the small group of guys again. She became aware of the Xander Harris, his dark eyes staring at her with an avid hunger. She blushed and felt herself shiver. Moving closer to her lover she pressed her lips to Faith’s cheek.
Ducking Xander looked away.
Elsewhere in the bar a tall dark haired woman in a smart business suit dark reached to grab the hand of a passing waitress, pulling her in to her embrace. She had heels that made her loom over the slim waitress. They seemed to share a few words as the business woman’s hand slid down to cup the young brunette’s rump.
The waitress squirmed a little, giggling, wriggling against the smartly dressed customer and she nodded looking up at the other woman.
Across the bar Joyce hear one of the small group of young men curse angrily. “Fuck no!” She heard him say and she looked over to see who it was.
She seemed to remember that Warren Mears had always been an angry young man. Now he was visibly furious as she watched, helpless as the waitress let the dark haired woman fondle her.
Beside her Faith shrugged, “Looks like Katrina is gonna get it,’ she said coolly, in a matter of fact tone.
“Do you know her?”
“Yeah,” Faith replied with a nod. “We screwed a few times.”
Joyce had been beginning to wonder how many lesbians there were in Sunnydale, and why she had never noticed previously. Now she found herself wondering how many of them her lover had fucked.
Elsewhere a lean looking Hispanic woman in a black vest that left her smoothly muscled arms bare came through the door leading a slim, pettily petite dark skinned woman by the hand. She paused to acknowledge the attractive black woman behind the bar. Her companion was older than the Latino woman, perhaps almost 40 – only few years younger than Joyce was herself. She looked nervous, shy; as if she was unused to being on the arm of the attractive younger woman. Suddenly Joyce recognised her as a familiar face from the Gallery; a wealthy client at the Gallery; a married woman with a young family, and she watched, staring as the younger woman pulled her down into her lap.
As she did so her skirt rode up revealing her thighs and the Latino woman whispered in her ear. Joyce recognised her reticent, blushing submission as she parted her legs to offer those passing the chance to see up her skirt.
Joyce swallowed. The slender black woman’s sex was bare, naked; a dark pink cleft.
She felt Faith’s hand on her thigh and she let her lover draw her legs open.
“Only fair you return the favour Sweetness…it’s just a shame you’re wearing panties today.”
Joyce blushed, feeling numerous sets of eyes move between the dark skinned woman and herself. She felt a tension sink in her centre at her lover’s words. Keenly remembering her first date with Faith at Pink Tango where Faith had previously made a display of her she looked at her lover and felt something inside her shift.
In some ways it felt different from the Pink Tango; more public, more shocking, more thrilling. She realised that at lesbian club, where no-one knew her she had felt strangely safe. And besides everything had been new; she had been able to deceive herself that her experiences were abnormal, fleeting, temporary even. Now she knew they were not. She understood that they were a part of her life now; a permanent feature of her new reality.
Despite her blushes she leaned close to her lover to whisper in her ear.
“D-do you want *me* to take *mine* off as well darling?”
She didn’t want to. The thought mortified her. She recalled the sight of Katherine Mayfair at Pink Tango, and the blonde haired woman who had made her take off her panties and hand them to the barkeep; and then she shuddered, blushing despite herself, remembering how her own underwear had ended up hanging above the bar.
And yet, somehow, she knew for sure that despite the shame she felt; despite the mortification; despite the certainty that she did not want to, that if her lover instructed her to take off her panties now to display herself just like attractive black woman, then she would comply obediently just as she had when forced to do so only four nights before.
Only four nights, she thought.
How had she begun to change so easily?
She opened her mouth to her lover’s tongue.
Her eyes fluttered, her core quaking. She wasn’t sure what had happened to her but something had. Somehow she *had* changed; profoundly.
“No Sweetness,” Faith purred, softly, stroking the inside of her thigh beneath her skirt with a wide smile. “It’s ok this time baby. They can see your panties. Sometimes that’s enough. Everyone can see that you’re an obedient slut.”
Again Joyce felt Xander Harris’ envious, heated gaze upon her and she knew that her lover was right.
Her heart lurched, feeling a sudden surge of something that might have been adoration for the young brunette. It wasn’t just gratitude that that Faith had spared her that particular humiliation this time – god knows there were so many others – so much that she understood that her lover had established there would be another time for it and she had accepted it without question.
And if the golden haired woman was grateful for that deferral she also understood now that she felt something else as well: that when Faith did chose to make her to submit to the humiliation of another such public display or worse as evidence of her acceptance of her new life, she would surrender to it without compliant.
Submission was becoming a part of her, as much as were her feelings for the young woman who was her dominant lover.
She realised that she *had* begun to respond to Faith’s training and she had begun to change just as the dark haired young woman had promised that she would be; and not only was there nothing she could do about it, she was beginning to think that there was nothing that she *wanted* to do about it.
“I-if you say so darling. B-but…you know I will…when you say…I’ll take them off…so you can show them…show them I’m your whore.”
“Mmmm…I know you will Sweetness…” Faith purred appreciatively. “But not today Sweetness…it’s time we were gone…I want a little *us* time before we both have to get back to work…”
She leaned in to kiss Faith again on the cheek.
“This was another lesson wasn’t it?” she said.
“You *are* learning Sweetness…” Faith grinned with a nod. “Come on…” she brushed her lips over Joyce’s again before she picked up the tab, tipping Anya.
“Say ‘Hi!’ to Princess C for me yeah” she said to the blonde waitress casually as they left.
They walked back slowly to the Gallery. Faith slipped an arm around her.
“I-I know her, you know,” Joyce said, leaning into her lover. “That black woman – she’s a client. I didn’t know she’s gay…”
“Hmm…not sure she did until recently,” Faith answered nonchalantly.
“I-I d-don’t understand…” Joyce said uncertainly.
“You sure don’t? Didn’t you see – she blushes just like you do…surely you recognise the similarities Sweetness…”
The older woman blushed deeply again realising Faith was referring to those modifications that she had begun to work on Joyce’s own sexuality.
“Oh! Oh! Y-you mean she’s being...t-trained as well don’t you? J-just like me?”
“Mm-hmm,” Faith nodded. “You don’t think we just make our bottoms flash their goodies for no reason, do you?” She looked at Joyce pointedly for a moment before continuing. “*Humiliation*,” she said heavily. “It’s good for subby little sluts like you Joyce…to teach you...it’s nearly as good as a long, hard spanking!”
Joyce pinked, squirming, understanding. She nodded.
“I-I s-see…” she breathed.
“Good…and *now* you can take your panties off Joyce.” Faith said, a note of challenge in her voice.
“Ohh…oh my gosh…” Joyce looked around her. They were standing at an intersection. Across the road and down a way was the gallery. 50 yards back the way they had come was Reggie’s.
The intersection was busy with traffic and pedestrians hurried back to work after their lunch breaks.
“Something wrong Joyce?” Faith asked impatiently, raising an eyebrow at the older woman.
“N-no Faith…no s-sorry,” she stammered in reply realising that she had hesitated; and then, while people stopped and stared, she lifted up her skirt and with a wriggle of her hips slipped off her silken panties lowering them to her ankles. She let her skirt slip back down before bending to pick up her panties as she stepped out of them.
“I know that lesson darling,” she said, passing them to her lover with a coy smile, and despite the unmistakeable swarming sense of embarrassment she felt at the sea of staring faces that surrounded she felt also a tightening spike of arousal as she obeyed her lover’s instruction.
Faith smiled, pleased, pocketing the slip of satin before taking her hand. “Yep – so you do…” she said.
“Do you know…her…top…the Latino woman?” Joyce asked as the crossed.
The younger woman gave a small shake of the head. “Nah…never seen her before…but I don’t know every top and domme in Sunnydale you know.”
“No, I guess not…I-I just never realised that there were so many…”
“Well – maybe I opened your eyes as well as your legs Sweetness,” Faith replied with a smug grin as they reached the Gallery.
When they were inside Faith took her in her arms and kissed her again until Joyce was sure she was going to faint.
“Think it’s time for another lesson Sweetness,” Faith growled when she let her come up for air.
“Ohhh…wh-what is it?” Joyce asked, her head in a whirl.
The younger woman nodded minutely in approval her hand tugging at the zipper of her jeans to pull out the familiar shaft of her favoured strap-on dildo.
“Ohhh…ohhhmmmm…m-my…,” Joyce licked her lips and her womanhood seemed to blossom. “Sh-shall I lock the door darling?” she asked her eyes locked on the phallus.
Faith’s smile was crooked. She raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?” she said.
“Ohhh…Goddess…oh…oh my…err…I-I s-suppose not…b-but people might come in…c-customers…”
“Yeah…I know and I don’t think you’re ready for that yet…as I said – I want you to work…I want you to really feel how different your life is now…but eventually I *am* going to fuck you here…and spank you…but not just yet Sweetness…so go lock the door…”
“Oh – ok Faith...sure…owwwch!” Joyce’s gabble was cut short by a swat across her bottom that caused her to scurry over to the door to turn the lock and flip the open/closed sign.
When she turned back to her lover the younger woman had thrown herself down on one of the gallery’s settees.
“C’mere Sweetness,” she beckoned. “Let’s try another lesson…c’mere and suck this cock!”
Hesitating Joyce’s eyes widened. “S-suck it?” she asked hesitantly. “I th-thought you wanted my pussy on it…”
“Yeah…I do – maybe later – but first I want to see your mouth in action Sweetness.”
“Oh…oh…m-my…I-I...i-it’s been a long time…” she said, still a little puzzled why Faith wanted her lips around the lifeless shaft; but she obeyed, dropping to her knees at the side of Faith’s legs, supporting her weight on her hands and leaning over the dildo.
She pressed her lips to it kissing it gently.
“Good girl, Joyce,” Faith said softly. “Now let’s see that mouth in action…”
Opening her mouth she slid her lips past it, taking the sculpted head between them. It was warm with Faith’s body heat, hard but flavourless.
It was bigger than Hank’s penis had been, bigger than Giles’; though that was pretty much the limit of her experience and it made her jaw stretch a little as she closed her mouth on it, sucking obediently, her cheeks hollowing.
“Mmmm…mmmmm…” she mumbled.
“That’s it baby…suck it now…like a pro baby…” she heard her lover groan and she felt, despite herself, a strange surprising sense of pride, gratitude at the other woman’s praise. She felt dirty. She didn’t quite understand the point of sucking an inanimate, fake cock but doing so; hearing Faith’s words above her made her feel slutty, sexual and it definitely turned her on.
“Mmmmfffnnn…mmmsssmmmffff…” she hummed around the shaft, bobbing her head, sucking noisily. Vaguely she remembered that both Hank and Giles had enjoyed it when she’d licked the tip of their cocks and she slipped her mouth off the dildo with a pop the tension of her lips breaking contact with a slurp.
Looking up at her lover, she fluttered eye eyelashes.
“Gosh…that’s *such* a big cock!” something made her say with a waggle of her lashes, and she purred lavishing the dildo’s head with her tongue. “Mmmmm…*so* *big*!”
Faith smiled. Her hand thumb stroked Joyce’s jaw gently as she licked. “Oh you’re a good little slut Joyce…on your knees licking my dick like a little girl with a lollipop…such an obedient whore Sweetness…mmmm…now suck it some more baby…and let’s see you take some more…let’s see you deep throat it like a *real* pro…”
She moved her hand to the back of Joyce’s head to pull her downwards onto the dildo.
Joyce’s eyes widen in shock. “Ohhh…ohhmmmmmffff…” protest was cut off as her mouth was filled once again. She felt a sudden twisting seizure of panic claim her. She had never deep throated a cock before and she had no idea how to do so.
“Ohhhggggghhhhmmmmmffff…” she gurgled moaning as Faith pulled her downwards.
“Suck it Sweetness…lets see you suck hard…mmmmm…good girl…now lets see you swallow…you know how to swallow don’t you slut”
“Mmmmnnnn…mmmnnnnnnfffff!” Joyce tried to shake her head; to say ‘no’ around the huge mouthful of dildo, but her lover’s hand was heavy on the back of her head, holding her, controlling her.
“No…is that ‘no’ Sweetness…well – time to learn baby…” the younger woman said brightly. There was no let up in the pressure of her hand. “You have to relax Joyce…breathe through your nose…don’t gag…and swallow…let it fill your throat…so you can take it all…”
“Ugggnnnnn…nnnnnuuhhhhmmmmfffff…” she groaned gurgling as she bobbed her head, taking it deeper until the dildo hit the back of her mouth. “Urrggfffggguhhh…” she gurgled choking.
“Relax Joyce…let yourself take it…like you would if it was stretching your pussy…like you’re being used…let yourself be fucked…let your throat be fucked…like a whore…swallow it now Sweetness…” Faith controlled her with her words as much as her hand, guiding her up and then back down so the dildo encroached ever further into the back of her mouth, the pressure on her gullet increasing.
Gagging she strove to relax, to let herself become calm while she suppressed the reflexive instinct to reject the cock’s intrusion and swallow it.
“Ugggg…uggggghhhh…uggghhhhmmmmmffffmmmmmm…” she groaned wetly in protest until at last her throat relaxed sufficiently to take the dildo.
“Mmmmnnnnnuggggggghhhhhhhmmmpppphhhhhhhh!” she gurgled, drooling as she swallowed.
“Oh yeah…good girl Joyce…” Faith crooned from above. “Oh yeah…suck it baby…oh you fuckin’ slut…swallow it all!”
Tears pooled in Joyce’s eyes as she looked up, her throat trying to expel the invading shaft as Faith’s hand, firm on her head kept her in place.
“Gggggnnnnnuggggmmmmnnnn!” she gurgled.
“That’s it Sweetness…now up you come…” The pressure of the younger woman’s hand eased a little letting her up, gagging, the dildo still in her mouth. Faith smiled cruelly.
“Nnnggggghhhunnnnubbbllllummmmphhhnnnnn!” Joyce spluttered.
“Yeah…now down again…swallow my cock…” her hand pressed down again forcing Joyce’s head down onto the dildo.
“Ggggnnnurrkhhhhugggghhh!” Joyce gurgled again.
“C’mon, take it baby…swallow it all…show me what you can do…”
The pressure on her head was heavy and she forced herself to swallow again, choking and sobbing as she took it.
“Nnnnnnuuuuggghhhhhhnnnn!”
The dildo stretched her throat again, filling her, gagging her.
“That’s it babe…oh look at you on your knees, deep throatin’ me like a cheap hooker…so pretty…come on tramp…up you come…mmmmm…and down slut…oh you are such a cute cock-sucker Sweetness…”
Joyce’s brief respite was short lived as she was forced to swallow the fake cock again; her straining jaw aching; her throat raw.
If she had felt something playful in the prospect of fellateing Faith’s strap-on at first she did not feel it now. She was distraught and she felt completely violated, abused by the mistreatment of her mouth and throat. Tears flowed and her make up was ruined by her distress but she did nothing to resist. On her hands and knees on the floor she let Faith guide her up and down the now slimy dildo, swallowing and then releasing and then swallowing again.
“That’s it baby…you’re gonna have to do this plenty Sweetness so best you learn now…mmmmm…yeah…now up…and down…and swallow…oh good girl Joyce…what a slut…up…mmmmmm…and take it again baby…swallow it all…oh what a cock-sucker…almost enough make me wish I was a guy…up…now…down you go…gonna switch mouths later Sweetness…get your cunt on here…up…make you come…mmmm…down now…like my good little slut…up…all over my cock…oh yeah…and down you go baby…”
Joyce choked, gagging, retching, drooling as her lover made her go down on it again and again until she started to take it more easily, swallowing its entire length in one easy gulping plunge.
She was lost in the miasma of distress and confusion but somewhere inside her as she gagged again to swallow the dildo, her lips tight at its base her nose butting against Faith she felt her own arousal coiling and blooming. The sense of being forced; of being used filled her. Despite herself, as she felt the dildo pop out of her throat her sex seemed to twitch and tighten.
“Unnnnnghhhhhunnnnhhhmmmmppppppfhhhhhgnnnnnuhhhh!” She gasped retching and sobbing as she felt her head lifted up again. This time Faith pulled her all the way up and the dildo slipped from between her lips.
Looking up at Faith her mouth and jaw struggled to adjust to normality. Her throat was raw.
“You like that Sweetness?” Faith asked, her voice gravelly with lust. “Suckin’ me off like that? Like a hooker?”
Joyce nodded slowly, uncertain. She couldn’t say she had enjoyed the experience but somehow the way it made her feel seemed to thrill her stimulating her sexual urges. It made her *feel* sexual as if she was just a pool of arousal; as if being used, abused had become a source of sheer pleasure for her.
“Ugnnnfffff…” she groaned, panting, gasping for breath as her breathing normalised. “Unnf…uhnhhh…uh…b-but…uhhhuh-I d-don’t understand it though...ukkkhhh…” she said coughing. Her head reeled. She wiped the drool off of her chin with the back of her hand. There was no denying how *dirty*; sluttish she felt.
“How do you feel?” Faith asked.
The older woman frowned.
“U-used…d-dirty…l-like a slut Faith…a total slut…”
“Good,” Faith nodded. “Part of the lesson then…”
Joyce’s frown deepened.
“B-but I still don’t understand…what do you get out of it Faith? Y-you can’t feel it if I suck your cock…”
Faith smiled, “No…that’s true,” she said. “but I can’t really feel it when I fuck you either…though the pressure’s nice…but it’s like spanking you…I can’t feel that either but I love how it affects *you*. I love how you respond…how you struggle and kick and writhe…how you cry and beg. I love how making you do something sexual…even when you hate it…affects *you*…turns you on so much! Do you see?”
“Ohhhh…” Joyce breathed. “Y-yes…” she nodded. “I-I th-think so…”
“Sometimes I’ll fuck you Joyce…and make you come…sometimes I’m going to spank you…sometimes I’ll make you pleasure me…lick my pussy or eat my ass…maybe I might show you off in public…sometimes I’ll make you perform sexually and neither of us will come – not at first anyway…and you’re gonna hate some of it…but you’ll obey anyway…you’ll fuck and suck and lick and suffer…like a whore…because it’s what you are…and that’s what I want you to be. I said I was going to train you to be my slutty lezzie fuck-slave and I am…understand Sweetness?”
Joyce felt her core twitch, aching and she shook nodding again.
“Th-this was another lesson wasn’t it?” she said and she knew the answer.
Faith kissed her.
“Everything is a lesson Joyce…now you better clean yourself up Sweetness,” she said, standing to leave. “I’ll see you at home later ok baby?”
“B-but darling…a-aren’t you going to fuck me?” Joyce said puzzled, anxious, confused. “I-I’m ready Faith…I’m *horny*…just like you said I should be…I’m wet…my p-pussy is *dripping* for you. P-please Faith…darling…aren’t you going to bang me?”
Faith shook her head. “Not now Joyce…call it another lesson…and you need to think about what you’ve learned today…you can tell me later – before I paddle you.” She turned for the door leaving Joyce to consider her lover’s words as frustrated desire, unsated lust left her shaking.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a miserable whirl of need and disappointment.
Her frustration was not eased by the appearance of an attractive young brunette in the gallery. She browsed for a while but left eventually without buying anything, flashing a stunning smile at Joyce that left her heart pounding and her clit aching as she left.
Joyce found herself wondering if the brunette’s appearance was another lesson set up by her lover. But she couldn’t see how and she shook her head to dismiss the thought.
After that she did make a few small sales but the afternoon crawled until it was time to close and she hurried home to change for her lover’s return, paying special attention to her appearance. She wanted to make sure she looked perfect for Faith.
She showered, fixed her hair and make up, before donning the pretty, soft silk ribbonned camisole with matching bikini style panties that Faith had selected that morning. She made sure that the various ribbons were tied just right so that when her lover chose to they would come undone at a single tug before putting dinner in the oven in time for Faith’s return.
She did not have long to wait and her young domme swept her immediately into her arms to kiss her passionately.
“Fuck me you look good!” the younger woman breathed between kisses. “I missed you this afternoon – I’ve been so horny since after lunch!”
Joyce shuddered and she felt her heart leap to feel that Faith had shared some of her frustration.
“Mmmm…me too darling,” Joyce purred, sucking on Faith’s tongue. “I’ve been dying to tell you about what I learned today…”
“Oh yeah? Tell me then Sweetness…”
Joyce met her stern lover’s eyes before kissing her cheek.
“Humiliation…” she said. It had been in the middle of the afternoon as a dull looking middle-aged couple perused the gallery. They had not touched as they did so, barely acknowledging each other, hardly speaking. She had shivered at the cold indifference and felt a sudden gladness that her life was not like that. And then she had realised something: that her experiences at lunchtime – at the bar and on the street and back in the Gallery sucking Faith’s inanimate faux cock – each humiliation she had witnessed, that she had been exposed to had brought home to her how sexually submissive she had become towards her young lover; and how that submission seemed to fill her with a passion that could not be more different from the middle-aged couple: how humiliation had left her full of desire, awash with it; ready, avid to serve and submit.
As she finished explaining this to Faith she moved her hips sensually against her lover’s.
“W-will you take me to Pink Tango again sometime soon? So you can show everyone there how much I’ve learned? How I’ve become your whore…we can dance again…and you can show me off…so everyone can see that you’re fucking me…that you own me…”
“That would be nice…I’d like that,” Faith answered with a smile of delight. “But you haven’t finished your training yet Sweetness…”
“Oh I know *that* darling…I know I’m only just beginning to learn to be your perfect slutty little lezzie housewife…but I *am* learning Faith…a-and I’m ready to learn more…I’m ready for my spanking whenever you are darling.”
“That’s my girl,” Faith crooned. “I think you better be heading upstairs Sweetness – I want you on the bed – so I can just fall straight on top of you when I’ve finished punishing this pretty ass!” She squeezed Joyce’s soft rump.
“Oh…ooooh…mmm…I-I’d *like* that darling…b-but before I get ready for you to spank me w-would you anything else like d-darling?” Joyce replied
Faith smiled at the ease of Joyce’s submission, her untroubled adoption of her life of domestic servitude.
“Well now you mention it I’m *kinda* thirsty…”
“Ok,” Joyce replied instantly. “What can I get you to drink darling? Coffee…coke…beer?”
“Beer would be good.”
Joyce looked up with a smile, glad that she’d remembered to call in at the store on the way home to pick up some of Faith’s favourite. “Yes ma’am,” she said quickly. “One beer coming right up. Say – why don’t you sit yourself down in the living room, kick-off your boots and make yourself comfortable for a few minutes lover, and I’ll be right back with your drink.” She flashed Faith a smile and tossed her hair to turn for the kitchen.
“Y’know really are a great little housewife Joyce…” Faith called after her as she went. “Say what’s for dinner?”
“Thanks…I’m so happy you think so darling – it’s all I want to be you know. Oh – and lasagne,” Joyce replied with a call from the kitchen. “If that’s ok?” She looked back from the kitchen door with a smile.
By the time Joyce returned with Faith’s drink the younger woman was sprawled on the couch, watching a re-run of Friends. Her hand was settled between her legs, squeezing gently.
“Oh my! Sexy…” Joyce purred, her eyes glazing. She hesitated a moment before she set the beer down on the coffee table at Faith’s elbow. “H-here you go…one ice cold one. Y-you s-sure I cant help you with that darling?” She nodded towards Faith’s crotch, licking her lips.
Faith shook her head slowly with a grin. “Nah – just having a relaxing stroke…while I’m thinking how much better this show would have been if they’d just hitched Monica and Rachel up…now *they* would make a hot couple!” She took a pull on her beer.
Joyce glanced at the screen. She couldn’t help but agree that the two young women in question were certainly striking.
“Mmmm…” Joyce hummed approvingly.
“You still here, Sweetness?” Faith asked as Joyce’s gaze danced between the TV show as a third woman entered the scene and the sight of Faith’s hand on her jean clad crotch. “Shouldn’t you be upstairs now?”
“Oh…oh no Ma’am…I-I’m g-going darling…look!” She turned to drag herself unwillingly away.
“Good girl,” Faith purred as the older woman turned, obediently, to head for the stairs. “I’ll up in a minute to spank you Sweetness!” she said with feeling, watching Joyce’s bottom sway, jiggling in the skimpy restraint of her tiny ribbon tied panties.
“Y-yes ma’am!” Joyce’s voice was husky in her mouth. A now familiar sense of dread alloyed with sensuality shivered though her. Her pulse fluttered between her legs and she could feel a familiar prickling in her centre in expectation of her spanking.
She let her hips sway some more as she began to climb the stairs.

It may have been only a matter of minutes that Joyce had to wait but it felt like an eternity of confusing emotions until she heard her dominant, young lover’s feet on the stairs. Either way it was plenty of time for her lust intoxicated mind to spin out of control.
After her afternoon of frustration the wait for her lover to ascend in order to attend to Joyce’s discipline was yet more torment. While she could not yet say exactly that she *wanted* to be spanked she was coming to understand the part the erotically charged punishment ritual played in her new sexual identity; an identity that both thrilled her and had begun to her give her a sense of completion and fulfilment unlike anything she had ever known.
All of which led to a sense of wanton desperation as she waited in submission for her lover. All she wanted now was to give herself to Faith and if that meant that she would suffer as her bottom was spanked and paddled then that was ok by her. She clambered onto the bed to kneel on all fours with her bottom towards the door. Still wearing her camisole and skimpy panties she hoped that she would present just the appearance that her lover would enjoy.
She was not disappointed.
Faith growled in lustful approval as she entered the room.
“Damn! Love that ass Joyce!” she rasped. “Just beggin’ to be spanked!”
Joyce gave a little shudder.
“Oooh…I’m glad you like it baby,” she giggled in reply and she wiggled her bottom slightly. Looking back over her shoulder she said, “Do you really think this slutty old dyke’s ass is asking to be spanked?”
Faith grinned. “Oh it’s sure that Sweetness,” she purred. “It so needs it! *You* so need it!”
“Ohhh…I do…I really do…I need to be put in my place darling…I need to be disciplined…I need you to turn my fanny bright red…make me cry so I know I’m *yours*! And then you can bone my slutty, trampy whore’s fuck-hole!”

“It’s gonna hurt Joyce.” Faith warned.
“Good!” Joyce found herself responding. “I-it always does Faith…and I know that I’ll hate it…but I know I have to be spanked…I belong to you…I’m your little slutty housewife…and that means….I have to be spanked…hard!”
Something in Joyce thrilled at her own words. Despite what she knew she was asking, for her heart raced at the prospect of giving herself to Faith’s dark desires; and in doing so finding a reflection, in the surrender and submission that it entailed, of her own, newly discovered, kinky cravings.
She felt her body twist and tighten, her hips rolling as Faith moved quickly to the bed.
“Head down Sweetness,” Faith instructed. Joyce felt the bed dip beside her as her young lover rested her knee on the mattress. She placed her hand on the back of Joyce’s head pressing gently downwards.
“Yes darling,” Joyce responded before the pillow muffled her.
“Good girl…now then…”
Faith’s hand remained on the older woman’s head holding her gently in place as her other hand stroked her bottom through the tautly stretched sheer material of her panties.
“Mmmm…beautiful,” Faith approved continuing to stroke and fondle and pinch before exploring lower to feel for the humid heat that almost burned through the older woman’s panties.
Joyce’s hips churned and she groaned, gurgling into the pillow as Faith pressed her fingers into the groove of her lovemouth, fingering her divided flesh.
“Oh you’re *ready* slut…” Faith said husky with lust at the heat and humidity she felt beneath her fingers and she raised her hand to bring it down heavily with a *SMACK* that made Joyce’s buttocks flatten and then rebound.
“Mmmmmfffff!” Joyce moaned into the pillow her hips rocking as she quaked inside heat flashing through her, flaring. She trembled, shuddering.
“Good!” Faith grated and spanked her again.
*SMACK*
“Mmmnnnhh!”
“Easy Joyce…keep still Sweetness…” Faith instructed softly as the older woman jerked, writhing.
*SMACK*
“Mmmuhhmmff!”
*SMACK*
“Good girl…that’s it…let yourself feel it Joyce…”
*SMACK*
“Mmmnnnuhhh!”
“Good Joyce…”
*SMACK*
“Uhhhhnnnooomfff!”
“Easy Joyce…there’s nothing you can do…so relax…let it happen to you…”
*SMACK*
“Uggghhhhnnnfff!” Joyce bucked, her head pressing up against Faith’s firm restraining hand.
“Stay down Joyce…remember you’re under my control…and now take it Sweetness…”
*SMACK*
Each spank was delivered with the full strength of Faith’s arm, landing fiercely on the taut swell of Joyce’s tender up-turned rump sending waves of hurt through the older woman’s quaking, aching, desire drenched body.
Without her realising it was happening the heated flood of pain ignited sensation in her that answered her afternoon of constrained, frustrated arousal, so that the suffering, the building agony become one with her desire. If Faith had wished it she could not have sought a more completely sexual response in her mature love-slave.
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
“Mmmmnnn…uhhhhnnnn…uuuurrgghhnnnnuhhffff!”
“Beautiful Sweetness – your ass is going nice and pink…must hurt…”
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
“Unnnnnuhhh…uhhhh…uhhhhhhh…ugnnnnnffff!”
“Pretty Joyce…now up you come for the paddle…”
“Ohhh…” Joyce sobbed. “P-p-please Faith…”
“Please what baby?” the younger woman asked. “You want me to paddle your ass?”
“Ohhhhh!” Joyce’s hips rolled; her core clenching. “Y-y-yes Faith…please Faith…paddle my whore’s ass…””
“You know it’s going to hurt Sweetness.”
“Yes Faith,” Joyce sniffled. “I know…b-but I want it…I w-want you to paddle me…please…make me cry Faith…please…”
Faith’s face was aflame with heat and passion.
“Well then,” she said. “Since you ask so nicely whore…”
She plucked the paddle from the bedside table to raise it…and bring it down heavily with a flick of the wrist onto Joyce’s already burning buttocks.
*CLAP*
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” Joyce yelled.
“Oh that hurts doesn’t it Joyce?”
“Yuh-yes Faith…h-hurts…”
“Good…”
“Y-yes darling…vuh-very good!”
*CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP*
“Ahhhhhh! Ahhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhhhhh!” Joyce cried as she continued to suffer, crying out in pain and need every time the paddle blazed its leathern way across her bottom.
After a tirade of agonising strokes Faith paused briefly to unknot the ribbon ties of her panties.
They fell away softly, sibilant clinging only briefly to her oozing sex lips, leaving her bottom bare; pink, florid with distress before she struck her again sending a rippling pain filled wave through the tender flesh of her bottom.
*CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP*
“Ahhhhgghh! Ahhhh! Ohhh-ahhhhhhhh!!!”
“Yes Joyce…good…feel it Joyce…let it fill you Joyce…the pain, tramp…”
*SMACK* *SMACK*
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhh-ohh! Oh I can darling…I can feel it…h-h-hurts! Owwwwww!!!”
*SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK* *SMACK*
“Ahhhhhhh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Owwwwwww-uhhh! Owwww! Owwwww! Owwwwwwch-ahhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!”
Her bottom bounced, flattening under the impact, rippling and jiggling under the tirade of rapid heavy swats; turning a deeper and deeper shade of pink until they were crimson, scorched and she was lost in the agony of her submission.
Then when it was over, Faith was as good as her promise. Not allowing Joyce to move from her position of torment and, wrapping an arm across her chest, pinning her arms to her sides she held her upright as she sank the length of her strap-on cock into the heated liquid grasp of the older woman’s welcoming centre; her groin slapping against her roasted buttocks as she fucked her until she came apart, crying, sobbing, shaking and ecstatic.
Later a weak-kneed, weary Joyce served Lasagne like the happily devoted housewife she was learning to become. Sitting naked across the table from her lover her bare, burning, punished bottom hot and sore against the dining chair she began to wonder if she had ever been so fulfilled and so happy.
***

Intermezzi
Buffy moans softly, breathing out as Jenny Calendar kisses her deeply. The older woman’s hand runs up her former student’s thigh, sliding beneath her skirt.
Guilt for Willow shakes her but it’s powerless against her desires and the older woman’s oppressive charisma; her teasing fingers; her silver tongue
Buffy murmurs into Jenny’s mouth, sucking on her tongue.
The windows of the older woman’s car are steamed with condensation against the night cool air.
“What a wet little pussy,” Miss Calendar purrs, breathing heavily, her fingers tracing around the young blonde’s vulva.
Buffy’s legs are drawn up on the seat; her knees parted. Her panties are on the dash, a slip of pink fabric.
“Mmm…mmmnnn…mnnnnnuhhh…” Buffy sighs, her hips quaking.
Jenny sinks her fingers deep into Buffy making her gasp, groaning.
“Mmmmmnnnnnuhhh…”
“Oh you like that don’t you little tart?”
Jenny slips another finger into Buffy; her thumb circling her clitoris; making her shudder.
“Ohhhh…oh yuh-y-yes…”
“Yes? You like it when I fuck your little pussy?”
“Ogggghhh…oh y-yes…s’g-good…purh-p-please…f-f-fuh-fuck me…”
“Fuck you little tart? Fuck your little, wet, *pussy*, little tart?” she asks her fingers circling inside Buffy.
“Ohhh…y-yes…p-please…fuck me Jenny…fuck my pussy…m-my w-wet little pussy…”
“Mmm…there’s a good little tart…”
“Ohhhhmmmnnnuhhh…” Buffy’s hips roll, bucking in her seat as Jenny plunges deeper, fucking her with deep strong strokes that push her closer to shattering.
“You know, little tart,” Jenny says, her fingers pausing making Buffy moan in a different way. “I don’t think you deserve this...I don’t think you’ve *earned* it yet…” She eases her fingers from inside the younger woman.
“Ohhh…oh p-please,” Buffy pleads.
Jenny’s chuckle is dirty, dry.
“Please what little tart?”
“P-please d-don’t stop…please Jenny…please fuck me…”
The dark ellipses of Jenny Calendar’s eyes narrow with lust. “Hmmmm…I don’t know…” she murmurs removing her hand from between Buffy’s legs to hold it up. Her fingers glisten in the half light.
“Mmmm…nice…” she inhales the scent of the ooze that anoints them. “What a wet pussy you’ve got haven’t you little tart?”
Buffy shakes under her former teacher’s spell.
“Y-yes m-ma’am,” she answers softly. “V-very wet…please…M-Miss…”
Jenny grins with delight. She brushes Buffy’s lips with her fingers painting them with the slick fluid of her that coats them.
“Taste,” she husks.
Buffy licks the older woman’s fingers, savouring the flavour of her own pleasure and moans as they slip inside her mouth. They are sharp and salty and sweet; perfumed like honey and ichor.
“Suck, little tart…” Jenny orders softly and Buffy obeys, her lips enclosing the two fingers, her cheeks hollowing. “Mmmm…good…such a good little tart…” Her other hand smoothes tousled blonde off of Buffy’s face. Her eyes hold the younger woman’s.
“Mmm-mm-mmm…” the blonde haired girl moans, sucking.
“There…all clean…well done little tart…” Jenny eases her fingers from Buffy’s mouth making her frown and pout.
She leans in, her lips brushing Buffy’s.
“Mmmmm…what a pretty little tart you are!” she said against her mouth.
Buffy’s heart skips; her eyelashes flutter.
“Thank you,” she breathes.
“I’m not sure I’ve forgiven you yet for teasing me like you did in School…you and that hot little tramp of a girlfriend of yours?”
“Which one Miss Calendar?” Buffy replies with a coquette smile, biting her lip. “Th-there was more than one you know…”
“Oh I know there was pretty girl…you were all such tramps weren’t you? Cordy and Harmony and Anya and Jess and Kit…” She strokes Buffy’s cheek, brushing her pout. “But I meant little the red haired tart, of course…you were both such flirts. Did you know how much I wanted to fuck you…how often I dreamed of spanking you both…”
“Ooooh!” Buffy moans, her green eyes dark and liquid, swirling with lust. “Well…y-you should have Miss…we-we wouldn’t have complained…m-moaned maybe…but not complained…” she smiled.
“Oh I’d have made you moan…and sob…and cry…”
“Ohhhhh….a-and we’d have let you…”
“Yes you would, wouldn’t you, you pretty little tart?”
“Yes ma’am!”
“It’s a shame but they don’t seem to like it when we spank students…if they did…I can think of dozens of girls who’d have gone over my lap over the years…including your sister…just this afternoon…mmmmm…she takes after you little tart!”
Looking up from beneath her lashes Buffy smiles. “But *I’m* not your student any more…”
Jenny Calendar answers her smile with knowingly quirk of the lips.
“No…no you’re not little tart…”
Buffy bites her lip, her lashes fluttering. “Are you going to spank me now Miss Calendar?” she asks coquettishly.
“Oh yes little tart!” comes the reply. “Oh yes I am!”
The older woman’s eyes narrow. Her grin is sharp; her teeth white.
Buffy’s eyes widen, her pupils blown. Her mouth is open wordless as Jenny enters her again and her sex clenches, spasming around her former high-school teacher’s fingers.
Buffy moans, guilt forgotten, gasping as Jenny’s fingers pump within her to make her come, shuddering as her pussy contracts, tightening and a gush of honey squirts to wet the car seat.
She blushes again as the older woman gives her a look that promises pain and she whimpers softly.
***
A churning, roiling mass of bodies fills the dance-floor. A red haired girl slides onto the dance-floor in a trance. She’s alone in the Bronze for the third night in a row; her petite blonde girlfriend left in the dorm-room – or so she thinks. She sighs, shaking a little. Guilty, she thinks of Buffy but she knows she needs more; something else.
“It’s Willow isn’t it?”
She turns towards the speaker. The face is almost familiar, her burnt sienna hair is long, her features soft and sultry. Green eyes hold Willow’s.
“Y-y-yes,” says the red head, suddenly nervous. “That’s right…” She moistens her lips with a flick of the tongue and her centre contracts.
The other girl moves closer. Her breasts are full under her velvet dress. Her cleavage draws Willows gaze.
“We’ve seen you here the last few nights…”
“W-we?”
The other girl sweeps her long, nearly blonde hair back from her face. Her smile is lopsided, dark. She flickers a glance past Willow’s shoulder.
“Me and Kennedy…” she nods.
And suddenly the red head is conscious of another presence behind her.
“Oh-eeep!” she squeaks as a hand runs over her bottom, squeezing through the denim of her mini-skirt.
“Easy cutie,” lips breathe close to her ear. “It’s why you’re here isn’t it? Alone? Without your girlfriend? To get picked up?”
“Ohh-ohhhff…m-m-my…” Guilt wars with lust forms terror in her gut.
The first of the two girls move’s closer in front, her body moving, swaying to the music, leaning into her as behind her the other girl’s hips press against Willow’s butt, grinding.
“That’s right isn’t cutie?” the green eyed girl purrs. “You’re here to find…something? A little…something-something aren’t you cutie?”
“Ohhhhmmmm…” she moans.
“…to get your subby little ass in trouble?” the unseen girl, Kennedy, husks in her ear.
“Ooohfff…mmm-y-y-yuh-yes…” Willow blushes.
It’s true. It *is* why she’s there – alone – without Buffy. She feels a shiver of guilty panic but her hips are moving on their own. She shudders as the two young women move pressing closer; their perfume shrouding her.
The first girl’s lips brush hers. Her large breasts are soft; her thighs sinuous against hers. “We’ve been watching you cutie,” she breathes in her ear, her mouth hot. “Watching your subby little ass…”
From behind, the other girl’s hands settle on her hips holding her close. Willow shakes and lets the unseen woman control her hips. The almost brunette’s tongue dances on her lips.
“Your *cute* subby little ass…” the voice in her ear corrects. Hands slide down to cup her bottom, palming her flesh.
“And your cute little tits…” Fingers, expert fingers pluck her nipples through her shirt. Her buds peak, stiffening achingly.
“Mmm…mmmmm…mmmmffffhhhh…” the red head moans. Her mouth surrenders to let the tongue inside.
“Oh that’s it cutie…suck on Tara’s tongue baby…mmmm I’m looking forward to tasting that mouth next baby…mmm…and your pretty little pussy…while you suck my baby’s clit…”
”Mmmmnnn…ooooommmmffff!” Willow moans into Tara’s kiss, her eyes popping open as the unseen girl tugs at her skirt, pulling it up to her hips and she blushes, all too aware of her exposed panties. Captured now, she shakes, at her exposure.
“Is your pussy wet, cutie? Shall we find out?”
“Ohhhhhggggguhhhhffff…” she groans as a hand slides down, in the back of her panties to dive below her ass, between her legs. Her sex is liquid flesh, hot, juicy like a peach, yielding as the hidden girl enters her. Her knees almost buckle.
“Ohh – that’s it…so wet cutie…you so need fucking don’t you cutie?”
She tries to nod, to speak, but muffled moans are her acquiescence. She wants to submit. Her core tightens, rippling with need on the fingers that probe her.
“Gggmmmfffuhhh-ohhhh!” She groans as the first girl – Tara – with jade and opal eyes – releases her mouth to say. “That’s right cutie…so why don’t we take your subby little ass out of here…have some fun…”
“Ohhh-ohhhfffuhh…b-b-both of y-you? T-*together*?”
“Mm-hmm…”
“A-a-at the s-same time?”
The girl called Tara nods, waggling her eyebrows. ““Mm-hmm…*both* of us topping you at the same time cutie…spanking you… I *know* Kennedy wants to spank your pretty little subby ass…before we fuck you.”
“Ohhh…oh m-my…s-suh-spank me…oh fuhhck…” Suddenly it’s real. She feels panic rearing up.
“Turn ’round cutie,” the girl called Kennedy husks in her ear. “I wanna taste that mouth as well…”
They turn her, easily, moving her body. Kennedy is dark haired, exotic; her almond eyes dark and sensual; her flesh olive and tan. Her tongue is pierced. It slips into Willow’s mouth to dominate her tongue.
They grind against her to the music – to their own music – slow and dirty; all bass and sex and still no-one notices – what’s one more tangle of flesh at the Bronze?

Behind her now, Tara plucks at her panties easing them over her hips. She’s helpless to resist as they slip down her legs. She shakes as humiliation swarms her but she welcomes it even as she welcomes the pierced tongue.
Then Tara’s hand is on her neck; Kennedy’s on her bottom as they lead her to the exit. The red head is dizzy. Her thighs are damp. She gasps softly in distress as Kennedy smacks her bottom as they go.
On the dance floor her panties lie forgotten; a pool of cotton and musk.
Her heart pounds, racing as her life changes and she moans as Kennedy’s hand slaps her again. Heat; stinging heat blossoms.
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