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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 List
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The Servitude of Sappho: the Remaking of Joyce Summers
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Dramatis Personae (in order of appearance)
Joyce Summers: Kristine Sutherland
Faith Lehane: Eliza Dushku
Gabrielle Solis (a waitress): Eva Longoria
Susan Meyer (a waitress): Teri Hatcher
Maggie (a bar-keep): Jorja Fox
Dayna Penshaw (Joyce’s friend): Peri Gilpin
Janice Penshaw (Dayna’s daughter): Amber Tamblyn
Dawn Summers: Michelle Trachtenberg
Satsu Woo: Jamie Chung
Judge Ling Woo: Lucy Liu
Cordelia Chase (a waitress and sales assistant): Charisma Carpenter
Anya Jenkins (a waitress, Cordelia’s girlfriend): Emma Caulfield
Kendra Young (a bar owner, friend of Faith’s): Bianca Lawson
Juliet Chase (a bored, wealthy housewife): Chase Masterton
Officer Kate Lockley (a Traffic Cop): Elizabeth Rohm
Danielle (a personal trainer): Rachel Luttrell
Charlotte York: Kristin Davis
Bree Mason: Marcia Cross
Redhead at Reggies: Debra Messing
Buffy Summers: Sarah Michelle Geller
Courtney (a stripper aka: Glory Holes): Clare Kramer:
Serena Young (Courtney’s lover, Kendra’s sister): Gina Torres
Willow Rosenberg: Alyson Hannigan
Tara Maclay: Amber Benson
Kennedy Sandoval: Iyari Limon
Gwen Ditchik: Kristen Winnicki
Jenny Calendar: Robia LaMorte

Part 3: Metamorphosis

The dildo tasted of sex…her own sex. Her cum coated its length, bitter-sweet, salty, familiar as she swallowed it, her cheeks hollowing, sucking.
“Mmmm….mmmmnnnfff…mmmnnnnffffmgggghhhffff…” she gurgled as the head slipped past her gag reflex to fill her throat. The hand on the back of her head pulled closer trapping her almost, her nose pressed to her young lover’s lower belly, her jaw and throat straining.
The tiled floor of the cramped restroom stall was hard, uncomfortably hard under her knees. Behind her the door was bolted but she knew her feet projected from beneath it, her panties looped around her left ankle and she was vaguely aware of the comings and goings, the knowing laughter and the occasional appreciative comment at the sight; just as there had been earlier, no doubt, when she had cried gasping, moaning, her climax anointing the very same dildo that now filled her throat.
“Mmmnnnnugggghhhummmfff,” she groaned gurgling, choking.
“That’s it Sweetness” Faith purred softly from above and the pressure on the back of her head eased before her lover took a handful of her hair to pull her backwards.
“Unnnngggggufffff…urrrrkkkhhhhhmmmmmfffff…” she gasped retching as her throat emptied.
She looked up at her lover with a look that spoke of sin, her eyes pleading.
“Good girl,” Faith purred, cupping her face. “You’re getting good at that Sweetness…”
“Uggg-hufff…” she coughed. “Th-th-thank y-you darling…it’s what my holes are for…for you to use…” She pressed her lips to the dildo’s tip before running her tongue over it. “Mmmm…” she murmured. “Still tastes of my pussy…yummm…” Her lips closed around the dildo sucking again.
“You like that taste don’t you Sweetness?”
Joyce nodded.
“Mm-mmm-ummmnn…yes darling…though I prefer yours.”
She fluttered her lashes.
“Flatterer!” Faith said grinning and Joyce smiled coyly. “You are such a good little whore Sweetness!” The brunette’s voice was heavy with passion.
“I’m *your* little whore Faith darling…your little *lezzie* whore…just like you made me baby…wet for you…greedy for your pussy…”
Faith’s smile was soft, warm, almost adoring as she stroked Joyce’s face; her hair.
“Come on baby…” she said. “Up you get now…I think this date’s over! Let’s get you home so you can show me just how greedy for pussy you are…”
Joyce smiled brightly back at her lover as she let the younger woman help her to her feet. Her soft, silk shirt-dress fluttered down covering her bare bottom and the tops of her thighs to just below her stocking tops. Not that it afforded much to preserve her modesty; unbuttoned at the bottom up to the same level as her stocking tops, revealing her thighs as she moved; offering views up between her legs when she sat while at the top it plunged to show off the deep vale of her cleavage.
But then she didn’t have much modesty left to preserve.
Her panties remained discarded on the bathroom floor as Faith unlocked the cubicle door.
“Come on Sweetness,” the young dark haired girl with the flashing eyes said and she took a handful of her mature lover’s ass through the silk to lead her back out into the theatre foyer.
They never did see the end of the film. Though, in fact, the intense make-out session that had ended only with Faith dragging her to the women’s restrooms meant that they hadn’t seen much of the beginning of the movie either.
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Chapter1: La danza dell'amore
The bell at Pink Tango rang several times most nights – including twice more for Joyce herself as two more pairs of her panties ended up hanging above the bar; her lover demonstrating her command, her dominance using humiliation to plunge her ever deeper into submission.
By now Faith and Joyce’s life had begun to settle into a routine of regular date nights. Faith took her out twice most weeks. At Pink Tango she had begun to grow used to the numerous sly, lustful glances se attracted from many of those who frequented the place. Everyone there knew that she belonged to Faith – and everything that entailed. Not that she was the only submissive to have her bottom spanked or to find herself being fucked in the restroom. She had begun to make friends with several of them; the waitresses Gabby and Susie; with the young Indian girl Nila and her top, Abby; and with an ex Air-Force doctor called Janet and her obviously dominant partner Samantha.
All of them had tales to tell of similar experiences. But for Joyce it seemed, her lover’s appetite for her domination took her further; plunged her deeper.

“Come on then Sweetness, you wanna dance.” Faith’s mouth was close to Joyce’s ear. “Let’s dance.”
Joyce beamed a smile at her lover and she let the younger woman peel her off from where she was draped over her as they lounged on the low couch.
“Ok,” she breathed back, pressing her mouth to Faith’s. “I’d like that…to be in your arms on the dance–floor so everyone can see I *really* belong to you.”
Joyce found herself standing, looking down at the younger woman as she looked up at her in turn, with a wicked, sly grin.
“Let’s show them then,”
The golden haired mother of two felt a shivering ripple of doubt, uncertainty. She recognised that look on her lover’s face and she wondered what it was she had in mind.
Her womanhood fluttered. Already aroused in her young domme’s company she felt a tightening of her liquid flesh as Faith moved to the edge of the couch.
“C’mere Sweetness,” the younger woman purred, pulling her towards her and she moved her hands to the fastenings of Joyce’s skirt.
The older woman quirked a puzzled look at her lover, puzzled, dubious before realised what Faith was doing.
“Oh! Oh my!” she breathed, almost gasping. “Wh-what are you...oh n-no…oh…oh g-gosh…b-but Faith, d-darling…” Panic fluttered through her. “Y-you *know* I-I’m n-not wearing *panties*…l-like you said darling!” she stammered as her lover unfastened the catch and zipper of her red, knee-length pencil skirt.
“I know, Sweetness,” Faith replied with a grin that said she knew only too well. “You certainly learned *that* lesson since the first time we came here didn’t you?”
“Y-yes…I-I d-did darling…ohhh-oh g-gosh!” She closed her eyes against the embarrassment, keenly aware of how helpless she was.
When Joyce had dressed that night for their third date a Pink Tango she had been *very* careful to follow her lover’s instructions carefully. She did *not* intend to make the same mistake again; not because she believed it might spare her bottom a spanking – she knew that was all but inevitable and that it was more than a possibility that it would happen once again in the club’s restroom; no it was more that she genuinely wanted to please Faith; to show her how far she had progressed in the space of little more than two weeks that had elapsed since their first date and what she now realised had been her wilful disobedience at the time.
Of course a degree of public nudity had become a frequent part of her life; an exercise in humiliation that both served as a feature of her training as Faith’s lesbian sex slave and in turn, as a demonstration of her obedient devotion to her Mistress. It was almost a daily occurrence for Faith to require some form of exhibitionism on her part; be that a simple flash of her breasts or her panties or something more revealing like that time she had been compelled to shed her underwear on the street corner; or the shopping trip on which she had found herself trying on a succession of sexy outfits on the shop floor, stripping, crimson, to her skimpy, trampy underwear in full public gaze.
However just because she was coming to accept such enforced demonstrations as just another feature of her life as Faith’s submissive did not mean that she found them any less shockingly embarrassing. Indeed, she knew that was what made her lover so keen on her displays; what made them so frequent an experience for her.
What had changed for Joyce was that despite the undeniable shame, she now felt a strange sense of pride at how it made her feel; as if the very fact of her embarrassment was a badge of honour; an emblem of her servitude; of her being worthy of her lover’s ownership.
It was a heady, confusing mix of emotions.
“Ohh…oh my g-gosh…” Joyce whimpered softly as Faith tugged the skirt down. Unbidden, the submissive older woman gave a spontaneous shake of her hips to help its passage and her lover eased it down her legs, baring her bottom; her sex.
Joyce shook, panting a little; and obeying the younger woman’s unspoken command, she stepped out of the skirt: and, naked now from the waist down apart from her pale silvery grey stockings and lace trimmed black garter belt, she was keenly aware that all eyes in the club were once again locked on her and she blushed deeply. Her short, midriff baring sweater heaved, tight over her bosom and where it revealed her cleavage; her flesh coloured, pinking just as her bottom might have done in the early stages of a spanking.
She felt a little faint as Faith laid the skirt on the seat beside her.
It was one thing to Joyce that everyone in Pink Tango knew she was Faith’s submissive, her bottom; and what that meant. She had come to accept that they were all keenly aware that the young woman was fucking her; that they knew she spanked her regularly; that she was in all ways her top. It was humiliating but she had adjusted, accepting it and finding a sort of comfortable rightness about it; even beginning to experience undeniable, unmistakeable arousal in it.
But this was entirely on an entirely different scale. The sight of her dancing, bare-assed in her lover’s arms was even more extraordinary than the club’s usual exotic fare.
“Mmmm…now that’s pretty,” the dark haired young domme purred, stroking her hand over the smoothness below her belly. “It’s a good job I shaved you earlier isn’t it Sweetness?” She winked at Joyce as she stood to take her hand. “So everyone can see your pretty, naked pussy?”
Joyce closed her teeth on her lower lip and nodded. “Y-yes it is darling,” she said shyly, recalling the scrape of the razor over her groin where the beginnings of stubble had begun to form. It had only been the fourth time that Faith had shaved her and the experience had been just as embarrassing as it had the first time. Despite that it had left her wet enough afterwards for Faith to enter her easily with her favourite dildo, making her arch to meet her thrusts, gasping; cresting quickly; tumbling into pleasure and climax.
“You look amazing Sweetness,” Faith said softly, kissing her; pulling her close her hand on her ass. “So sexy…you’re the hottest, subbiest slut in here you know…and I’m the luckiest top…come on babe…”
Joyce trembled, blushing but thrilled and she realised her thighs were damp as Faith’s hand, still on her bottom, guided her out onto the dance-floor where the DJ was playing a slow love-song she vaguely recognised.
Slipping into her lover’s arms moving her body close to her so that she felt Faith’s breasts against hers, her hips and thighs moving against her as her hand sank once more to her naked bottom to hold her unbearably, sensually close.
“Ohh Faith…” Joyce sighed feeling her lover so close and, remembering the younger woman’s words the first time they had been to Pink Tango, she danced, moving against her lover like they were making love; like she was being fucked, her hips rolling, thrusting gently, her thighs parting to let Faith press her leg between them; grinding against the pressure in time to the music; her buttocks working.
Joyce knew only too well that it was a lewd display. She knew what she must look like to the rest of the club; sluttish, wanton; a willing whore. But she didn’t care. She didn’t even really care about the embarrassment she felt at the lustily appreciative stares her near nakedness attracted. She felt completely happy; almost delirious. Consumed by the passion of her feelings for her younger dance-partner; by the totality of her submission to her, she wanted to be no-where else; to be nothing else.
If Faith had paused to unfasten her sweater to strip her down to her brassier or perhaps even removing that, baring her breasts, then she would have kissed her hands and thanked her with all the passion in her soul; and perhaps begged her to make love to her, taking her there on the dance-floor so everyone could see how a slut gave herself to her lover.
They danced to two more numbers and by the time they finished there was an un-mistakable, dark, damp stain on the leg of Faith’s faded, skin-tight blue jeans.
“Ohh…fuhhhck! Fuck Joyce…you’re amazing Sweetness…so hot…” Faith groaned into her mouth as she kissed her, her hand sweeping down her back to clasp her bottom, her fingers splayed so one slipped into the groove between her rounded orbs as the others squeezed. “You’re almost naked…looking like the slut you are…with this beautiful whore’s ass of yours on show for everyone to see…looking like you were just *made* for sex…and you’re shaking…and everyone can tell that you’re wet and ready to fuck…and you *want* them to know it don’t you?”
Joyce shuddered, blushing and she nodded.
“Y-yes d-darling…I-I d-do…I really do…oh God…I mean I didn’t…before…I never would have but…oh Faith…before you made me…” her hips jerked. “P-part of me…I can’t believe it…what you’ve made me into…I *am* a whore…a slutty, subby fuck-whore…*your* fuck-whore…”
“Ohh Joyce, ohhh damn that’s so hot….fuck I need a drink or I might just bone you here and now…”
“I-I w-wouldn’t mind darling,” the older woman replied with a toss of her wavy golden curls. Her breasts heaved.
“Ohhh – I know you wouldn’t Joyce…but you can’t have *everything* you want Sweetness…maybe another time…but for now…”
She turned her around to spank her bottom right there on the dance-floor, giving her a swift, sharp flurry of swats to her shapely rump that made her moan and leaving her panting, distressed and shaking with a rue-filled arousal.
She was certain she’d plunged to new depths as the clearest evidence that she could imagine of her sexual submission was demonstrated publicly.
“Ohh…ohhh…ohhh…oh…oh…oooooh…ahhh….ohhhhhhh!” Joyce moaned softly, her eyes liquid with desire, her core throbbing, brimming with her juices.
And when, moments later as they returned to their seat, with her lover’s hand still on her ass to guide her, there was no part of the older woman’s body that was not flushed, and pink, and warm.
Joyce could feel her young lover shaking in turn; Faith’s passion matching her own as she pulled her down into her lap. And, as they kissed Faith’s hand dipped between her legs to pinch her erection, milking it gently so Joyce moaned, gasping her hips churning.
“Oh my!” the waitress said staring at them lustfully. “I-I don’t mean to interrupt ladies…I mean I *really* don’t want to interrupt the show…mmmm…soooooh hot! But Maggie says these are on the house again.” She set two glasses down on the table next to them. “You two are great for business!”
Joyce and Faith looked at each other sharing a smirk.
“Tell her, thanks, Gabby,” said Faith and the waitress smiled back.
“That’s ok – you’re good for my sex life too…” she rolled her eyes. “And Joyce…”
Joyce looked up, nodding, almost shyly; meeting her new friend’s eyes despite her state of undress. She bit her lip gently as her thighs squeezed together. “Y-yes Gabby?” she said.
“Well Joyce, honey, I just have to say – well done chica…you are one lucky, *lucky* dyke!”
“I know I am Gabby, I know…I couldn’t have found a better woman to seduce me and make me her bottom than Faith!” she answered, leaning over Faith to kiss her cheek.
“Gohhd you’re amazing Joyce…” Faith husked as Gabby left them. “I never thought there could ever be *anyone* as sexy as you!” she rasped, still breathless. “I mean some of the other girls have brought their sluts here…hell *I’ve* brought *mine*…and I’ve seen them put on a show sometimes…and some are *pretty*…but I *never* saw *anyone* like you…I certainly never *had* a slut like you…” She stroked the curve of her jaw before continuing. “I never knew anyone so beautiful when they’re submitting…you’re *so* submissive…so obedient… I love how much you want to hate what I make you do but you don’t…you can’t…you *love* it! And…mmmm…oh fuck…this tongue…mmmmm!”
“I-I do Faith…I love being yours…it’s all I want…to be naked in your arms…or beneath you with my legs open…my pussy dripping wet: or over your lap with my ass on fire…and I *adore* you for making me do all those things….”
“Fuhhhck,” Faith panted. Faith kissed her again, her tongue plundering, commanding in the older woman’s mouth.
Once again Joyce felt her head spinning in the whirlwind of Faith’s passion and she sucked on her lover’s tongue as Faith’s hands roamed her body, sliding under her sweater to palm her breasts and pluck her nipples through her bra before sliding down her belly to the raging softness between her legs.
“A-and that’s not all,” Faith husked again breaking the deep, lingering kiss. “You look so classy…despite everything…you look so *fine*…so elegant…y-you’re so beautiful…everyone can see you’re a slut…a tramp…but you don’t look *trashy*…you look like the classiest fuck-slut ever…like butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth but your pussy would melt *steel*…oh fuck Joyce what have you done to me?”
“Wh-what have *I* done to *you*?” Joyce panted back in amazement at the intensity of her lover’s words. “You made me like this darling…you turned me into this slutty fucking lezzie whore…yes baby…I’m horny…for you…I’m *always* horny…my pussy is *always* wet…*so* wet for you…but it’s only because you’ve trained me to be your whore darling…you’ve transformed me into this slut…look at me…” she gestured to herself with her hands. “I could *never* have even *imagined* anything like *this*…being in a lesbian club…my bare pussy naked…my slut ass on show before you made me your whore…now I can’t imagine there’s anything you *couldn’t* make me do!”
Faith swallowed, her eyes shining.
“Joyce…you’re amazing you make me so happy Sweetness!” she said almost choking with emotion. “I never dreamed you’d become so submissive…so sexual…so willing!”
“Oh but darling…I am…” Joyce’s eyes sparkled wickedly. “But please Faith…I don’t want to be *too* willing…so you still have to *force* me sometimes…”
“Oh Joyce…” Faith groaned.
“Oh Faith,” the older woman responded returning her lover’s gaze with adoring, limpid eyes; a smile of joy on her lips and her legs opened offering her body to her lover in an act of public submission. “B-but y-you haven’t finished yet have you darling? You haven’t finished *training* me have you? You haven’t finished…changing me? You won’t ever stop will you Faith? Finding new ways to use me…to corrupt me…to make me submit…please?”
Their date did not last long after that.
It was becoming a pattern.

Faith picked up Joyce’s skirt laying it over her arm and they left, ending their date early. Escorting her bare assed from the club she hailed another wide eyed taxi driver and hurried home; chasing back to the sanctity of Revello Drive.
Bundling the older woman headlong through the door, spanking her rump as she did so Faith left her skirt by the front door where it was quickly joined by her sweater and her bra as she stripped the older woman of her remaining clothes until all that was left was her stockings and garter belt.
“Owww…ow-ow-ow-ow-owwwww…ahhh!” Joyce cried, whimpering and moaning in soft complaint as Faith spanked her again, heating her bottom before she briefly smacked her breasts and then her thighs and sex until her flesh blushed prettily. But the younger woman did not punish her hard that night – she had other plans for her golden haired whore.
“Hush tramp…” She said in a voice that was half command, half soothing comfort and made Joyce feel weak. “Mmmm…I love the colour of your flesh when you’ve been spanked…mmmm…but you were right at the club…I haven’t finished training you…I never will…I promise babe…come on Sweetness.”
She took her hand and led her up the stairs where she made her lie down on their bed, opening her legs wide, before stripping off her own clothes.
“Just stay there Sweetness,” Faith said, her perfect, kissable lips curling in to a wicked smile. “While I get strapped on.”
“Ohhh…” Joyce sighed, her eyes hooded and dark, drinking in the spectacle of her lover’s lean, slim body.
“Pull your legs up Sweetness,” Faith instructed, her own gaze smoky and soft with arousal, her thighs damp, her voice husky. “Right back Joyce…rest them on your arms…and spread them so you’re wide open…and hold them there with your hands…show me everything you’ve got Joyce, baby.”
“L-like th-this darling?” Joyce asked as she obeyed, hooking her legs over her arms so her knees were either side of her tits. “Can you see my slutty, wet cunt darling? Can you see my big, old whore’s ass baby?”
“…mmmmm…that’s it baby…show me *everything*…that’s right…good girl…what a pretty cunt and ass…two perfect little fuck holes…mmmmm…”
She leaned forward running her finger up the split of Joyce’s womanhood, letting it glide through the slick flood of her juices up to the prominently peaking button of her erect clit.
“Ohhhhhh...” Joyce moaned, her toes curling as her lover’s finger circled her bud.
“But,” Faith purred racing her finger back downwards into the deep flood. “It’s this tight little hole I’m interested tonight,” she said tracking downwards to circle her fluttering sphincter with her slickened finger.
“Ohh…oh!” the older woman gasped in sudden realisation as her lover tapped the taut little ring of muscle that was her anal mouth. “Oh F-Faith…ohhh…y-you’re g-going to fuck me…i-in the a-ass aren’t you?”
Faith’s smile was all the confirmation she got; all she needed and she groaned, moaning softly in distress as her body quaked, tightening with fear and embarrassed excitement.
Her ass wasn’t *exactly* cherry any longer. After all Faith had fucked her several times now using the double headed dildo with its second head designed penetrate her bottom at the same time as her pussy. But that second, smaller, cock-shaft was designed more to tease and titillate, stimulating her anally in order to make her come harder as her pussy was stretched. And while it also served to make her feel dirtier, sluttier – knowing that she could come that way – it was not the terrifying deep, humiliating ass pounding Faith had frequently threatened and now seemed intent on bestowing upon her at last.
Now Faith reached for her favourite dildo, one that they had purchased together on their second visit to the adult store, from where it lay on the nightstand, always available for use in the golden haired woman’s pussy.
Complete with its harness that cinched it both round her hips and around each thigh, it fitted snugly to Faith, almost like an extension of her, allowing her to transmit every pumping plunge into Joyce’s depths. It was hard, ribbed, made of textured silicon so that she felt every unforgiving stroke, her inner walls clinging to it, gripping it; as it stirred her rippling core with each thrust.
And it was big, stretching her womanhood in a way Joyce had begun to crave. It had a fat mushroom of a head that worked like a sort of flange so the clasp of her sex gripped it holding it, refusing to release it as the Faith withdrew the shaft. Ten inches long it was as thick as a large cucumber – a fact confirmed by intimate experience the previous Sunday afternoon.
She had come to love how the dildo, once affixed to her lover, made her feel.
But now she viewed it with considerably less relish than had become her wont as she realised with a shudder of fear that it would soon be stretching her tightest hole.
“Mmmm…that little heiny looks so tight! And this cock is *so* big!”
“Ohhhhhh….fuhhhckkk…” Joyce whimpered.
“You know it amazes me that you went all this time without getting this tiny ass-hole drilled Sweetness!” Faith continued. “I can’t believe your ex never did you there!”
Joyce shook her head slightly. “N-no – h-he d-didn’t…I-I w-wouldn’t let him…”
“Asshole!” Faith said and she looked pleased with herself at what she seemed to think clever wordplay. “He should never have given you the choice Sweetness…but he could never have dominated you the way you need could he baby?”
Joyce shook her head again.
“No darling…never…”
Faith smiled, her eyes soft with love and she shrugged. “But then this way…I get to be first up your dirt box Sweetness…”
Shaking, Joyce watched as her lover opened the large tube of lubricant in her other hand. At the time she had wondered why Faith had purchased it, given that her pussy was invariably so wet that lube was not required. Now as she prepared to surrender her knotted rosebud she understood all too well, and she felt a surge of gratitude at the younger woman’s thoughtful foresight.
Of course she had known this moment was coming. She had been warned often enough what Faith’s plans were for her ass and she had come to know by now that all of her lover’s plans for her always came to fruition; but suddenly, it was all too real.
“Oh gohhhhhd…” she moaned at the sight, feeling her sphincter flutter and a bead of moisture, wet, liquid desire dripped, running down from her womanhood into the crease of her bottom, moistening the twitching muscle of her secret entrance.
Joyce could only stare in awe at the incredible, terrifying beauty of her lover’s body as she stepped into the harness to tighten the soft leather straps until the dildo was fixed in place standing erect from her groin before smearing the cock-stand liberally with lube.
Faith’s slender weight caused the bed to dip as she knelt in front of Joyce. Moving closer to her vulnerable anus, she squirted more lubricant onto the trembling rosebud.
It was cold.
“Ohhh...oh fuck...oh-fuck-oh-fuck-oh-fuck…” Joyce panted softly. “Ohhhhhh…oh n-no…oh fuhhck…” her little moans becoming a groan as Faith worked the lube into her muscle with a finger, pressing harder, circling to help her to relax her ring; to loosen until it took her finger at last. “Ohhh-oooooohhhhh!” Joyce gasped, her eyes widening as her body became tense.
Her toes clenched and her legs trembled, kicking.
“Good girl Joyce…now relax Sweetness…” Faith purred, probing her, fucking her ass gently with her finger because this dick is a *lot* bigger than my finger…but then I don’t need to tell *you* how big it is do I baby…after the number of times it’s been in that sticky little twat of yours!”
“Mmmnnnnnuhhh…ohhhhhh!” Joyce squirmed a little as Faith briefly continued to fuck her there with her slickened finger, adding a little more lube as she did so.
“Mmmm…” she murmured in approval. “That’s it…nice and slippy! Now baby you just relax this tight little ring.”
But try as she might Joyce found it impossible to relax and her asshole seemed to tighten, gripping Faith’s finger, sucking it as it withdrew with a soft pop. Her lover smiled, cruelly.
“Have it your own way Sweetness,” she crooned with a grin, leaning over Joyce and taking the jutting dildo in her fist. “But either way this cock is going in that hole…”
“Ohhhh…offfffuhhh…n-n-nohhhh…” Joyce gave a groaning cry of dismay as the dildo’s huge head nudged her taut knotted sphincter.
Faith shifted her hips forwards a fraction increasing the pressure on the older woman’s tender, vulnerable little rosebud.
“Ohhh…ohhhfffuhhh…oh gohhhd Fai-aith…please darling…noooooo…” Joyce protested weakly, gazing up at her lover as her knot began to tremble, straining as it began to surrender.
“Easy Joyce…take it now Sweetness…you have to take it…in your ass…your slutty whore’s ass is going to be *full* of girl-cock soon.”
Faith pressed harder.
“Ohhhhh…n-noohh…t-too b-big…p-please F-Faith darling…t-too big…n-n-nooooo….ahhh…n-n-nohhhhhhh!” Joyce cried, her pleas unheeded as the dildo’s head forced its way past the tightly sensitive constriction of her sphincter. Massive and cruel with her lover’s weight behind it as she bore down on her, it finally breached her tender resilience and she cried out, her face a rictus of despair and ecstasy.
“Ahhhhhh-ahhhhhhhh!” she wailed, sure that she was being split apart as it sank into her depths, plumbing her vitals, her sphincter forming a noose around the shaft. “Ohhhh…ahhhhhhhhhhhh…fuhhhhhhckkkkkkk!”
“Oh what a whore Sweetness…that’s it…oh good girl…look at you…taking that cock up your ass like a whore…” Faith crooned arching her back a little to drive the dildo all the way in until the leather plate that held the dildo solid against her squished against the older woman’s pussy, her weight resting now on her up-turned thighs.
Joyce was quite familiar with the position; with Faith’s weight compressing her body in her tucked position; holding her helpless as she fucked her but this was different. She felt not only helpless but violated, skewered as her rectum struggled, straining to accommodate the huge impaling phallus.
“Ggggggnnnnnuhhhhhffffff…” was all she could mange to moan as her eyes fluttered, tears welling at the searing sensation that radiated from her suffering butt to fill her entire being with anguish.
She was sure that she could never feel more a slut; like Faith’s whore.
“That’s it Joyce…” Faith breathed. “You’re taking it aren’t you slut?”
“Uhhhhffff…” Joyce shuddered. “Ohhhhhhh gohhhhhduhhhh!”
“Mmmm…full enough baby? That’s a lot of cock isn’t it Sweetness…a lot of cock for a slutty whore’s first proper ass fucking!”
“Ohhhh…oh fuhhhck…t-too much…oh Gohd ohhh…oh Faith d-darling p-please d-don’t…please don’t fuck me…ohhh – m-my poor ass…oh please don’t fuck me!”
“Hush Sweetness…you know I’m going to…I’m going to pound your ass – now it’s full of cock…and you know there’s nothing you can do about it don’t you?”
“Ohhh F-Faith…b-but it’s so big…y-you’re going to s-split me open…”
“Hush Sweetness…you may not have done this before…but I have…I know what a slut can take…” Faith said softly leaning into Joyce to kiss her, and as she did so she rolled her hips slightly; corkscrewing the dildo inside Joyce’s bowels before she began to ease herself back, withdrawing the shaft.
“Unnnggghaahhh…” the older woman gasped, moaning as the dildo rasped against the tender inside of her ass mouth, pulling at it. She clasped her eyes closed briefly in humiliation at the extravagant sensation but as always she found the commanding, intimate presence of her dominant lover too much for her and she opened them again to meet Faith deep dark gaze.
“That’s it Joyce…mmmm…that’s it slut…feel it as you take it all in your slutty fuck-hole…” and she thrust inwards making Joyce scream as she sheathed the dildo in her fully again.
“Ohhh f-fuhhhck…” Joyce moaned with a sobbing gasp and Faith eased back only to sink into her again.
The sensation was still agony, it was still violation, a deep, humiliating pain but to it she was added the familiar sense of being dominated and as she shuddered, taking another searing stroke, she felt a ripple that was the beginning of pleasure. She could feel her arousal oozing down to where her anus swallowed the brutal cock-stand. She closed her eyes in shame.
“That’s it baby…mmmmm…that’s my slut…take it now…” Faith eased back further again to slam it back into her, harder now, making her squeal as her body strained, jolting as her bottom took the shaft deep again and the young domme’s body pressed into her.
“Ohhhh…” Joyce gasped. “Ohhh…oh fuck…oh fuh-uhck…”
Somehow the balance of pain and pleasure had shifted, becoming one indistinguishable ecstatic sense of violation, of sexual use. Soon she couldn’t tell which was pleasure and which pain as Faith began to pound her in earnest and her rectum seemed to loosen up to take the dildo more easily, welcoming the deep spearing thrusts.
Still crying with shame, humiliation, Joyce felt her sex spasm as each slap of her lover’s belly against her tender womanhood sent thrills through her.
“Oh g-gohhd Faith,” she cried in despair as she realised what was happening to her. “You-re…y-you’re f-fucking me darling…y-your fucking my dirty, slutty whore’s asshole…oh gohhhd…ohh nohhh…ohhh s-so big…so d-deep…ohhh fuhhhhckkk…oh d-d-darling…F-Faith…y-yuh-you’re g-going to m-make me come…oh gohhddd! P-please d-darling…please…ohhh-nohhhhhhh…ahhhhh!”
All she could feel was the searing pleasure/pain that centred on her rectum and the sense of helplessness that rendered her weak, utterly subservient, as she was ravished.
Faith leaned over her, placing her hands outside her legs so she pressed her, helpless, down into the mattress, pinning her there powerless and vulnerable unable to do anything but endure, accept, relish the searing thrusts that speared into the deep fundamental root of her being.
Feeble, biddable, utterly submissive she felt, once again, completely sexual; a thing of sex; *made* for sex; to be fucked and used; dominated and exploited and forced to come to orgasm whenever, however her lover wanted.
“That’s it Joyce…that’s right…come on the slut…come now…while I fuck your slutty whore’s ass…” Faith was transported by the ease with which her supplicant older lover had subsided into acceptance of the forced, perverted pleasure she felt as she was sodomised; how she had so easily learned to accept humiliating truth that she could be brought to climax by the stimulation she felt as her bottom was plundered.
Her eyes held Joyce’s, mercilessly; demanding her attention; her acceptance of her dominance forcing the submissive older woman to surrender to her demands.
“Oh-ohhhh…oh g-gohhhd…oh gohhhd…” she sobbed. She had no choice; unable to resist she cried out as her body’s responses were ripped from her control once again. “Ohhhh…gohhhhhhhdddd…oh fuhckkkk…ohhhhh…oh d-darling…oh Faith! I-I am…I’m coming…ohhhh gohhhhddddd nohhhhh-ohhhh…oh p-please n-nohhh…I’m coming l-like a wh-whore…oh gohhhhd…I’m cuhhhhhmmmmminhahh! Ohhhh…oh fuhhhhck…ohhh gohhhhhd…ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Until Faith had shown her how, Joyce had never ejaculated in orgasm but now even the terrible ravishing of her ass was enough to make her pussy squirt, spraying as she crested, helpless beneath her lover, splashing her young domme’s belly with her wanton body’s warm, gushing sap.
A little later, as she calmed, her eyes moist with emotions as tense and raw as her ravished rectum, her lover eased the dildo from her to leave her feeling empty, desolate and she groaned, sobbing for its loss
Then Faith took her in her arms, holding her, stroking her gently; soothing her with soft words and tender caresses, loving kisses.
And though Joyce could only have surrendered further, giving herself again had Faith demanded; her young lover knew where her limits lay and patient now for her own pleasure the young dark haired domme required nothing of her again that night. She did not take her again. She didn’t spank her or ride her tongue. She did not force her servitude at all though clearly her own needs were strong; her desire lush and hot, her centre liquid with lust.
Soon Joyce slept, exhausted, aching, sore; but she was more content in the life of Sapphic servitude into which she had been immersed than she had ever been in the sad, grey, straight existence she had lived for the first of her 40 something years.
When she woke, her young lover slumbering still beside her; an arm around her, a hand resting possessive even in sleep on her groin, she felt awash with love and gratitude. After a lying there a while she slid, stealthily from her embrace to move to kneel between Faith’s slim, smooth, youthfully athletic legs. Gazing at her sleeping beauty she shuddered and, lowering her mouth to the young woman’s sweet cleft, she awoke her to pleasure dabbing with her tongue, her lips reverent on her clitoris, sucking; devoting herself in adoring submissive passion as could only the whore she knew herself to be.
She could hardly remember the time when this was not her all; when she might have thought that her actions wrong or perverted; when she just didn’t *do* things like that.
Gazing up her lover’s body, past the creamy, dusky capped pillows of her perfect young breasts she saw her eyelids flutter, her lips tremble and she arched gently, sighing with her growing pleasure, wakening, to come in her mouth. Joyce tasted her young lover’s climax on her tongue and she closed her mouth around her love-lips to swallow her flood. Her mouth filled and she felt saturated, awash with happiness; contentment. A sense of being complete, of belonging that she had never really realised she wanted, filled her.
When Faith had finished shaking, her after quakes easing, passing, Joyce rose from her position with a look of pure contentment and, licking her lips to savour her lover’s essence, she slipped quietly away to prepare breakfast in the expectation that the new day would bring yet more wild, exotic experiences to test and thrill her; to excite and torment and even to demean and humiliate her; plunging her even deeper into the life of consuming sexual submission that now fulfilled her.
***
Intermezze
Gabrielle Solis moaned, gasping into Susan Meyer’s mouth as the brunette answered her with a gasp of her own.
Lying side by side in Maggie Doyle’s bed their tongues tangled in a breathless passion.
It had been a busy shift at Pink Tango. Below the bar was empty now, quiet.
But the earlier sight of Joyce Summers’ stripped to just her stockings and garters, utterly pliant and biddable as she danced with her young lover; her body sensual and her bottom blushing had provoked noisy appreciative admiration and inspired heated passion amongst all those present.
Maggie Doyle and her two regular subs were no exception.
Enjoying the sight of their tangling tongues; their naked bodies, stretched out below her; olive Latino flesh beside paler Caucasian; Gabby’s left leg hooked over Susie’s right leg, Maggie reached forward to flick her fingers over the glistening piercings that adorned their little pink buds.
The two divorcees moaned softly again before groaning as her fingers traced lower, probing, seeking the soft clasping velvet flesh within their womanhoods.
“Ohhhhhmmmmmfffhhhhmmmm…” they moaned as one, toes curling and she slipped a second finger into each curling them to press upwards thrusting against the soft, spongy pads of their inner sweet-spots.
She tapped at their piercings with her thumbs.
“Unnnnnuhhhhfffffffuhhhhhh…” they groaned together, their bodies arching.
Maggie was sure there wasn’t a prettier sight in the world as she added a third finger to their straining pussies and they whimpered, hips rolling.
She watched, fascinated, as the plugs in each of their bottoms almost seemed to pump in and out as their bodies quaked.
“More?” she asked lightly and the two submissives looked up at her. Their eyes were wide, fuzzy, unfocussed as they squirmed.
“Y-y-yus…” Susie managed to gasp, nodding frantically.
“Puh-please…” Gabby finished with a sibilant plea, her body tightening on Maggie’s fingers.
“Oooooooooohhhhhhhhffffuhhhhhhckkkkk!” They whimpered in unison as Maggie entered them again with her fourth fingers, pushing deeper with her thumbs tucked in behind her palms.
Their bodies were tight, slick sockets for her as she leaned forwards pushing herself inside them until they swallowed her hands, crying out, gasping, kicking.
“Unnnnnnahhhhhhhhhhhfffffffohhhhfuuuuhhhhckkhhhhhh!” They seemed to cry out their attention focused now on her.
Their eyes were troubled. They knew what was next. It wasn’t their first time.
Inside them she clenched her hands forming fists and they cried as she stretched their tender walls, slowly beginning to fuck them; torturing them with straining, slow building pleasure, denying them release for the longest time until they were weeping as they begged, promising their dominant lover anything if she would only let them come.
Maggie grinned. She would hold them to those promises. She would spank them both later and then, she mused, she would sit on Susan’s face while Gabby tongued her ass.
But for now she let herself enjoy the sight of their anguished, desperate pleasure; the sounds of their desperate pleas; their needy arousal; and lastly, the shared, frantic bucking of their orgasm.
***

Dayna Penshaw frowned.
Her daughter’s bed was unslept in once again.
Dayna pursed her lips. She knew, of course, where Janice was. She had told her earlier in the week.
‘Why can’t you just be more like Dawnie’s mom? She’s totally cool about us sleeping together! And since you’re going to be such a total *bitch* about it – I’m going to stay at Dawnie’s – and yes, Mom, we *are* going to be having sex.’
Janice had slammed the door behind her as she left, running down the path to where her young, brown haired girlfriend waited nervously.
She’d watched as they fell into each other’s arms. Her daughter appeared to be sobbing and Dawn held her close her hand making little circles on Janice’s back, soothing her. A few moments later the two teens kissed and Dawn brushed a finger below her daughter’s eyes, wiping away her tears.
Dayna felt an unmistakeable ache that was part shame and part failure as her anger seemed to fade. It was the first time she could remember – since Janice’s father had left anyway – when someone else had taken on the responsibility of comforting daughter.
The confrontation had been coming for a week now – since she had found, at the bottom of her daughter’s back-pack, a porno DVD featuring various portrayals of lesbian sex. If she had thought to take a breath at that point instead of tearing, angrily upstairs she might have avoided it all. Whatever, storming into Janice’s room to discover her daughter and her best friend Dawn naked on the bed, their legs scissored and their pussies squishing together as they gasped in the precursory throes of orgasm had certainly not helped!
Mortified the two girls had screamed in embarrassment at being interrupted – and Dayna had felt little better. From then on things only got worse with recriminations and arguments that just seemed to force Dayna into ever more entrenched positions she did wish to occupy.
At first she had refused to let them sleep together ‘under her roof’ and then for some reason that she couldn’t quite work out she forbade her daughter from seeing Dawn again – or at least she tried to do so knowing full well that there was zero prospect of Janice listening to her. Now she felt powerless and foolish and guilty.
Watching the two girls walk away she felt bad, uncomfortable as Dawn slipped an arm around Janice and her daughter reciprocated sliding her hand into the back pocket of the other girl’s short jean skirt. Her eyes flickered over the elfin brunette’s slender form, up and down her long, slender legs. Almost subconsciously she found herself admiring her slender, sensual young body.
Feeling guilty she had turned away.
And now, as she looked at her daughter’s un-disturbed bed she thought about Joyce Summers. Joyce was her friend – they’d been friends for over a decade – since their daughters had started elementary school together. She couldn’t work it out. Joyce had always seemed so…conventional, so normal.
Ok everyone knew about her older daughter Buffy. The girl had always been something of a tear-away and it had been common knowledge at school that she was gay. She was at College now and beyond her mother’s control but Joyce had explained more than once, in weary tones, that when she had been at home she had been the bane of her life.
Joyce had often confided her concerns about Buffy’s sexuality with her. In fact Dayna had always been a little uncomfortable about her friend’s borderline homophobia.
But now?
What she had seen the night before had been quite incredible; shocking, confusing –unbelievable.
After working late Dayna had been heading from her office at Sunnydale Realtors. They were short-handed – again – another temp had left. It was annoying – but understandable – the girl had only been filling in and when she had been offered a full-time job elsewhere it had been no surprise that she had leapt at it. Dayna couldn’t blame her. It was hard to get good help for part-time hours.
But it left with her and her boss filling the gap – again.
She had been tired as she crossed the street toward the parking lot and at first she hadn’t realised what she was seeing.
And then the couple making out in the entrance to well known lesbian bar, Pink Tango, had resolved into Joyce Summers and a younger woman with dark, wavy hair whom she half-recognised.
The sight of the two of them had shaken Penshaw to her core.
Staring, she watched, unable to drag away her gaze from the tableau at play.
Joyce had been stripped naked from the waist down but for her stockings and garter-belt and in the shadowy light the dark haired young woman’s hands moved possessively over her body, slipping between her legs; and Joyce was shaking, her hips jerking against the movement of the dark haired young woman’s hand.
She heard her friend gasping; moaning, whimpering into the younger woman’s mouth.
“Ohhhhh…ohhh…g-guh-gohhddd…Faith…y-yessss…oh please….”
“J-Joyce!” Dayna gasped in amazement as her friend was ravished, surrendering again to the younger woman’s tongue. She felt something undeniable stir inside her at what she had witnessed; something she hadn’t felt in almost twenty years. She felt light-headed. “J-Joyce? I-is that you?” She croaked.
On the still noisy city street Dayna was sure that Joyce hadn’t heard her but she didn’t need an answer. One look at those lust drunk eyes; that raddled body as it pressed squirming against the younger woman was quite enough for Dayna. Not saying another word she dashed on to her car in embarrassed confusion, fleeing as Faith led Joyce out into the street to hail a cab.

Now Dayna sank onto Janice’s undisturbed bed with a sigh. She ran her hand through her auburn locks feeling once again a familiar tingle at her recollection of her friend’s public ravishing. The sight had, she had to confess, been undeniably erotic calling to a part of her long buried, almost forgotten; but she could still scarcely believe it. She shook her head at the confusion at both what she had seen of her friend and the thought of where her daughter was sleeping.
It wasn’t that she was a homophobe. She was honest enough with herself to admit the truth of her own feelings. Her youthful dalliances with her own sex may have been a long suppressed memory but she had never been able to deny them entirely. A lump formed in her throat when she remembered Marie; and then there had been Katrina and then Tracey. She remembered how she had felt when each of those relationships had ended in failure.
She had been too young at the time to understand what was required of the kind of dynamic that she had sought with each of them. And then her parents had decided it was time for her to marry – and so, perhaps frustrated by her failure with her girlfriends she had settled on Janice’s father, Gary.
That their marriage had been an utter failure from the start was hardly a surprise to her really. She had never been wholly committed to it; feeling little for him beyond lukewarm affection and the only good thing to come from it was her daughter. She wondered now how she could be so surprised to see her own longings reflected in her daughter. How could she have been so foolish as to try to obstruct the course of Janice’s sexual awakening?
And then she realised that it was more than folly. It was hypocrisy and she let her head sink into her hands.
As she did so her heel clicked against something beneath the bed. She reached down, absently, to feel for it and finding a box she pulled it out. Opening it she was taken aback to discover its contents.
“What on…” she breathed identifying a small collection of porn DVD’s. Each was devoted to the explicit depiction of lesbian sex. “Oh my!”
She quickly put the box back under Janice’s bed, feeling guiltier than ever.
“Way to go Dayna,” she said to herself. “Add snooping to your list of parenting fuck-ups!”
A little later she made up her mind to go and see her friend. Maybe if she spoke to Joyce she could find a way through this. Perhaps if she could find what was going on between their daughters – and with Joyce herself she could put things right with her Janice.
She hardly dared admit to herself the thought that she might, in part, be driven by a fascination at what she had seen the night before.

She could see her friend from the street when she arrived at the Gallery later that day. Joyce was busy hanging a painting for sale. Dayna stopped, pausing, hesitating seeing something slightly odd about her friend’s appearance. Her clothes were different, tighter, her skirt shorter, showing off a good deal more leg than was usual; her heels higher.
Frankly, thought Dayna, the only word she could think of to describe her friend’s appearance was ‘slutty’. She frowned again feeling suddenly uncomfortable.
Prevaricating she found herself playing over what she had seen those few nights ago.
Suddenly doubtful about her intentions, her motivations for talking to Joyce she was about to turn on her heel, putting the confrontation off for another time when her friend turned, spotting her. The other woman smiled waving at Dayna.
Dayna found herself blushing as if she had been caught staring.
Joyce beckoned her in and she had no choice.
“Dayna! Hi! How are you?” Joyce said, with a lopsided smile that might almost have been embarrassed and Dayna returned it with an even more uncomfortable one of her own, her greeting feeling forced in her mouth. They reached to hug but it was uncomfortable, stiff.
Joyce looked at her askance. There was something in her glance, in her eyes that Dayna couldn’t name that made her shudder and she was suddenly aware that her friend was a very attractive woman. Slender with the sensual, supple curves she moved fluidly. Narrow waisted, her hips flared, swinging and her generous, shapely bottom seemed to move as if to demand that her eyes follow its overtly sexual sway; and her breasts – taut, firm for her age in delightful proportion to her narrow frame - jiggled just a little as if straining against the restraint of her bra. Finding herself looking at the swell of her friend’s breasts Dayna realised now that Joyce’s close fitting blouse was unbuttoned lower than usual.
Dayna’s eyes widened. Following her gaze, Joyce smiled at her coyly and her eyes sparkled wickedly, setting unexpected butterflies trembling deep in her friend’s core.
Shaking her head as if to clear it Dayna met her friend’s smile.
“J-Joyce…h-how are you?” she asked with a nervous stammer.
Joyce smiled back at her. “Oh I’m well – I’m *very* well in fact, thank you Dayna. I’m better than I’ve been for…well…for ever…” She shrugged, waggling her eyebrows and she gave Dayna a lopsided, knowing grin.
As she moved, the slit up the front of her short skirt slid open, parting sufficiently to reveal her stocking clad thighs.
The butterflies fluttered again.
“Y-you – certainly look…different…” Dayna’s throat was dry and her mouth didn’t seem to be working properly. Uncertain how to proceed she hesitated.
It wasn’t just the shortness of her friend’s skirt or the cut of her tight fitting blouse that set her head spinning – though they were certainly a distraction. There was something else about her friend, something in her manner that she couldn’t quite place at first.
“Different?” Joyce asked, her head tilting to one side.
“Y-yes…I…I can’t quite…but yes…different…more…well I’m not sure…”
The blonde haired woman smiled.
“Well I have been through some…changes…” she said mysteriously.
“Ch-changes” Dayna was certain she knew what her friend meant but she couldn’t seem to help herself.
“Yes Dayna…but I think you know what I mean…the other night…outside Pink Tango?”
Dayna blushed, her face colouring deeper pink than the lurid sign of the aforementioned club.
“Oh my God! Y-you saw me?” She groaned in dismay.
“Well yes…we saw you Dayna! Why did you run away?”
“B-but y-you were…you know…w-with another woman!”
“Well yes Dayna I was…I was with my darling Faith…or maybe *she* was with me…but you could have said hello.”
“Oh Joyce…I couldn’t have…I’d have…well…you were…errrr…sort of busy…” she finished lamely.
“Well yes…I suppose we were…” Joyce blushed briefly before a smile came over her face. “So did you enjoy watching us Dayna?” she asked. There was something provocative, lascivious in her voice.
Dayna gasped, shocked. “Oh…oh n-no…Joyce…I w-wasn’t…didn’t…”
“Oh it’s ok Dayna…I don’t mind…and in fact Faith *loved* it – she just *loves* having a chance to show me off!”
“Show you off?”
“Yeah…she likes to let the world see that I belong to here…why else do think she had me half naked on a street like I was a cheap hooker?”
“Oh my!” Dayna found it difficult to speak. She found herself blushing, uncomfortable at what she was hearing. But then she was also inexplicably fascinated by what her friend was saying. She felt the same unmistakable tightening in her centre she had felt the other night. “B-but you’re not even…gay, Joyce…” she said with a frown of confusion. “Are you?”
Joyce shrugged, almost rolling her eyes.
“Well…it turns out,” she answered. “That I *am*…or at least I’m gay *now*…now that Faith’s turned me into a lesbian…”
“T-turned you?”
Joyce shrugged again.
“Well yes…”
“But…how?”
“Well first,” Joyce replied with wicked smile. “She seduced me…and *then* she set about changing me…dominating me…*training* me.”
“Tr-training you?” Dayna was incredulous.
“Yes,” said Joyce. “She forced me to perform sexually for her…making me do things…*dirty*, sexual things…things I never dreamed of…spanking me to control me…to *force* me to submit…and *making* me let her turn me on…teaching me to enjoy it…*making* me enjoy it…making me *come*…whether I wanted to or not…over and over again…until she made me *want* lesbian sex…until I was crazy for her!”
“Oh…ohhh…goodness me…I-I…didn’t know that was even possible?” Dayna asked stammering, feeling the stirring in her core surge.
“Well…it worked on me…” Joyce gave a wry shrug. “I wouldn’t dream of being with a man now…eeyeww!” she said with a visible shudder and a look of revulsion. “Now I’ve been with Faith…”
“B-but Joyce – she’s so young!”
“Well – yes – so she’s younger than me…but that didn’t stop *her* seducing *me*…turning me into her horny sex-slave…you see I belong to her Dayna…”
“Oh my God Joyce!” Dayna gasped. “But that’s…ohhh...h-her *slave*?” Her heart raced and she felt her pulse patter between her thighs; a disturbing heat blooming in her core.
Joyce nodded smiling openly. “Yes, that’s right.”
“Oh my…” Dayna said again. “A-and y-you don’t *mind*?”
“No of course not Dayna…I love it…I love *her*! I love that she’s made me into her slut…I’ve never been happier or more content…I *love * Faith…even when she spanks me!”
“Spanks you? Oh my god…Joyce!!!” Dayna’s eyes were like saucers but in the warm place where her thighs met, below the pulsing throb of her crux she could feel the welling dampness.
“Yes Dayna…she spanks me every day!” Joyce continued. “Sometimes more than once if she thinks I need it!”
“B-but…”
“It’s ok honey…it’s what *I* want…really, it is. I think it’s probably what I’ve *always* wanted…to be put in my place…to be made to submit…forced to obey…to be moulded and shaped into what my lover wants me to be. How else is she going to rule me if she doesn’t discipline me? I feel so lucky that Faith came into my life.”
“Well…g-gosh…I…well I wouldn’t have believed it Joyce.” Dayna felt a little dizzy but she couldn’t deny the intense, passionate honesty of her friend’s words. It was writ plain in her face. Nor could she quite ignore the shivering sexual frisson she herself felt at Joyce’s confession.
There was something…potent…alluring…stirring in her friend’s declaration; in the thought of her submission to another woman. And Dayna could not deny the answering ache she felt in herself. After all it wasn’t that she was entirely unfamiliar with those sorts of feelings.
Her mind flew back 20 years, remembering Katrina and then Tracey. She wished dearly that both they, and her younger self, had been able to come to terms with the nature of their desires as completely as her friend seemed to have; to learn what it was that they felt, that what they wanted was normal. She remembered the embarrassment both she and Katrina had felt at their first awkward, clumsy, half-baked explorations of their Dominant and submissive natures; and then when she’d mustered the courage to try again how deeply she had been shocked by Tracey’s distress, her tears as she had tried to spank her. She remembered how they had both been scared away; and how her own fears and self-doubt had allowed her to be convinced to accept the norms that her parents wished upon her.
And then she remembered seeing Tracey again years later on the arm of a tall, powerfully built black woman. She had been showing them a house she had been selling. Tracey had smiled shyly when she saw her and introduced the other woman as Philippa. The black woman had smiled, shaking her hand, her eyes sparkling. There had been something predatory about her eyes and her other hand had been possessive on Tracey’s bottom.
Dayna had barely noticed the collar around her ex-girlfriend’s throat at the time; only realising its significance later.
Back in the present her head spun. Bitter regret and long buried frustration swirled and churned, leaving her dizzied.
In the haze of her vision she could see Joyce’s face filled with concern, affection for her friend transforming her features.
“Are you alright Dayna? Y-you’re crying…” Moving closer she placed her hand on the dark haired woman’s arm. Her voice was soft, empathic, warm with concern. “Come on honey…sit down…”
Dayna let herself be guided to a seat.
“Here, drink this…” A glass of water was pressed into her hands. It was cool.
“J-Joyce…” Dayna tried to speak.
“Are you ok Dayna…you look like you’re about to faint...I didn’t mean to shock you!”
Dayna sipped her water. Sitting in her friend’s gallery she felt emotionally wrought; as if the very foundations of her existence had been shaken beneath her. She felt the certainties to which she had clung, in denial of herself, shift and unhitch themselves.
In a sort of sliding landslip she felt her sense of who she was become fluid and then fall.
It was like an unveiling, an opening of drapes; or perhaps a turning back of the dust covers of her life.
She felt a sense of bitterness assail her, running through her; reminding her of the disappointment at the failure of her marriage to Janice’s father; the frustration she’d always felt but never spoken at being bound to a man for who she felt so little; who had meant so little to her.
She became suddenly resentful of the exigencies of her life. What did she have to show for it? Except – Janice?
Janice! She suddenly realised how badly she had treated her daughter.
And on the thought of her daughter the drifting, directionless flow of Dayna Penshaw’s reverie came to a sudden, jolting halt as everything coalesced into focus.
She had tried to impose the same, futile, pointless, rigour on her daughter’s life that she had imposed on her own. Suddenly it became clear. It didn’t matter if Janice was sleeping with Dawn. It didn’t matter who she loved. Maybe she was gay – maybe it was just a phase… It didn’t matter either way.
Just like it had never mattered who *she* loved either…or how that love was expressed. She could almost hear the clatter of the scales as they fell from her eyes.
“J-Janice,” she croaked. “Joyce…Janice…” She suddenly surged out of her state of confusion and recrimination. “Joyce…I came here – to talk about Janice…and Dawn – to convince you that…to stop them from sleeping together. But…”
“It’s ok Dayna! I understand,” Joyce said softly, soothing.
“You do?”
“Yes of course – I was as shocked as you – I tried to stop them seeing each other.”
“B-but – if you’re gay as well…l-like you said…”
“I know – and that was what Dawnie said – in fact she called me a hypocrite and – and she was right…and besides…doesn’t it make sense that it’s better that they have somewhere safe to be together…not in some tacky room somewhere…or on the street…”
“Yes – you’re right Joyce…of course. But God – if you were a hypocrite what does that make me?”
“I don’t understand Dayna.” Joyce looked confused.
“Joyce – you said – Faith…she seduced you…she *made* you what you’ve become…”
“Well – yes…that’s right – she did – I suppose she’s remade me…or more…she’s remaking me…always…she’s…reprogramming me…not just my sexuality – though that’s a *big* thing. She identified the submissive inside me and she’s brought it out of me so she could turn me into what she wanted!”
“Her sex-slave.”
“Well sort of…but more her submissive, slutty housewife…”
Dayna frowned.
“Ok – though I’m not sure I understand the difference – but I get that you’re not in control of your life…of who you are…what you are – that Faith is in charge of you…she’s *turned* you into…whatever this is…” She gestured to Joyce. “Whatever it is that you are now...but Joyce…it’s not like that with me!”

“I-I don’t think I understand Dayna.” Joyce’s brows were furrowed, perplexed.
“I never needed any of that… I just refused to accept it…I went the other way…”
“No – you’ve still got me…”
“Joyce – you’ve *become* a lesbian – because that’s what Faith has made you become…but I’ve always *been* …gay!”
Realisation swept over Joyce’s visage.
“Ohh – oh yes…of course! I see!!”
“You do?”
“Of course I do Dayna – I’m your friend.”
Dayna blinked. Inside she was still a roil of emotion; a churning, confusing amalgam of self-doubt and regret and guilt.
Katrina…Tracey…
“So how did *I* not see it?” she asked no-one in particular.
“It?”
“Oh – everything…Janice…me…what I am…”
“Oh that…” Joyce’s reply was soft but she smiled with a soft amusement at her friend. “Denial?” she shrugged. “Impossible tight-assed, buttoned-down restraint?”
Smiling kindly the golden haired woman took Dayna’s hand to give it a comforting squeeze.
And Dayna nodded sombrely. “Maybe that’s right Joyce…I-I d-don’t know” She paused and the she said, “but I know I’ve hurt my daughter…I-I need to make it up to her.”
Joyce nodded. “Yes…I think you’re probably right.”
“A-am I?” she asked, her voice shaking.
“I think so,” Joyce said sympathetically with a nod handing her a tissue and they sat in silence for a few minutes.
“I think you want to be yourself,” Joyce said a few minutes later. She smiled before continuing “I think what you want is to be able to explore who you are…but that’s not going to be easy if you don’t make up with Janice.”
“No – I suppose not…” Dayna dabbed her eyes, composing herself.
“Besides, she’s good for Dawnie. They’re good for each other…you know…and you should see them together…they’re so cute.”
“I know,” she said. “I’ve seen them – they look happy.”
“They are.”
Dayna took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as if releasing the tension.
She nodded. “Ok then…I’ll talk to her…”
“Good,” Joyce answered patting her knee.
After a moment Dayna asked, with a smile. “Do you really think I’m impossibly tight-assed Joyce?”
“Well perhaps not,” she said. “Just a bit repressed…”
There was another pause before Dayna nodded. “You’re probably right.”
Her friend grinned. “Maybe but one thing I do know...you do have a *very* tight ass honey…take it from me…I’ve checked out a *lot* of women’s asses lately and yours…” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively “*Very* nice!”
Dayna stared at her friend for a moment before breaking out into laughter and Joyce joined her.
“Can I tell you something Dayna?” the golden haired woman asked conspiratorially a few minutes later.
“O-of course you can Joyce…”
“I’m not wearing panties.”
Dayna’s eyes widened, her mouth forming an ‘O’ shape as her brows furrowed.
“Y-you’re…” she shook her head.
“Well, you see Faith didn’t chose any for me this morning…and what she chooses…is what I wear! So I’m naked under this skirt…well except for my garter belt…Faith *likes* stockings and garters…”
“Joyce!” her friend exclaimed and Joyce shrugged.
“It’s no big deal honey…I told you…I love what Faith has done to me…how she’s changed me…how she’s still changing me…but it’s just love…and sex…lots and lots of sex…”
Dayna looked uncertain, pensive. “Will she really spank you tonight?” she asked blushing guiltily at her question; at the undeniable erotic note to her fascination.
“Oh yes...just like every night.” Joyce breathed with passion. “And I’m due a shave tonight.”
“A shave?”
“To keep me smooth…Faith shaves my pussy regularly…”
“Ohh…my…word…” Dayna breathed.
“And my arm pits as well…with a razor…she says it helps me understand that I am completely hers…and she’s right…it does!”
“Wh-what else does she do to you?” Dayna was transfixed. Her sex ached her head filling with unbidden, lustful thoughts.
“Whatever she wants to…I mean she doesn’t diaper me or anything – she’s *so* not into that! But she does change my tampons…”
“No way!”
Joyce nodded with a grin. “Yep…”
“And you don’t mind?” Dayna sounded incredulous.
“Well it’s embarrassing I guess…but I sort of like that she can do that to me…it’s another way of her demonstrating that I’m hers…and besides,” she shrugged again. “Faith says the humiliation is an important part of my training.”
“Humiliation?”
“Making me let her – do anything to me – anywhere…”
“Like – the other night?”
Joyce nodded.
“Well I guess that makes sense…” Dayna said thought fully before asking: ”What else does she do to you?”
“You mean apart from spank me and strap me and paddle and cane me?”
“Ohhh…”
“And chose my clothes…and my underwear…and fuck me…or spank me…whenever…*wherever* she likes…oh and show me off to anyone who’s watching…you know…like to my best friend outside a lesbian club!”
“Fuhck Joyce…” the dark haired woman groaned. “That’s really…err…” she blushed again.
Joyce smiled at her friend. “Sexy?” she said with a look.
Dayna blushed deeper still.
“I-I…I d-don’t kn-know…” she said in a quiet voice and then she looked up more certainly, a sudden surge of something urgent running through her as she realised how aroused she had become. “Yes…yes I suppose it is!”
“Well I’m glad you think so! *I* certainly do,” Joyce said meeting her friend’s smile with a smirk.
Dayna’s grin was lopsided. “How long have you been…you know…” she paused before saying: “Her slave?”
“Oh it’s only been a few weeks,” Joyce answered brightly.
“*That’s* quick!”
Joyce shrugged. “Maybe. But it doesn’t feel it. It just feels right. But like I said – I’m not her slave exactly – I mean I am her slave but it’s more than that…I’m more her housewife…her obedient, slutty little housewife and her whore.” And she struck a sort of pose, pouting as she put a hand on her hip.
Dayna couldn’t help respond to the warmth in her friend’s voice. ”I don’t know who’s luckier – Faith or you Joyce,” she said.
“Oh – *me* of course!” Joyce replied emphatically
Her friend couldn’t repress a smile. “Well you certainly seem happy Joyce.” She said.
“I am…*we* are!” Joyce looked paused, looking intently at her friend. “You know you could be as well…” she added softly.
Dayna looked a little sadly at her friend. “Could I? Do you think so? Do you think I could find someone…l-like you Joyce?”
“Oh? Ohh! L-like me! You-you mean you want a bottom?” And as spoke Joyce’s eyes widened. “Ohhh…” she almost gasped. “Oh my…of course…you’re a *top*! You are so obviously a *top*!” she exclaimed and she slapped her hand against her forehead.
The other woman blushed again but she didn’t hesitate.
“I think, perhaps, I always was Joyce – it’s what I always wanted – with my girlfriends – when I was young – I just didn’t know how…I just didn’t have the courage...or the understanding. I wasn’t like Faith. I was scared to go for what I wanted. Now I don’t want to make the same mistake again!”
“Good for you Dayna…carpe that diem! In fact carpe that bottom…and give it a spanking it won’t forget!” Joyce waggled her eyebrows.
“I’d think like that Joyce,” Dayna grinned.
“I thought you would. So now all we need is to find you an ass to spank! Maybe get your pussy licked!”
“But I don’t know where to look Joyce! Or how you…you know…go about it – I mean I can’t just walk up to some a girl and ask to spank her!”
“No – you can’t! It doesn’t work like that…but it’s not too tricky – when you know what it is you want…”
“Want? Well I guess that’s pretty easy…now…” Dayna face beamed with a broad grin. “What I want is *sex*! I mean it’s been an age anyway – and even longer – oh *so long* since I made love to another woman…since I tried to *dominate* another woman! Oh I want to have a woman – a young…a beautiful, young woman…on her knees…like those girls in those DVDs Janice has…ready for me to do *anything* I want to her…ready for me to spank her until she cries…until she’s *begging* me to *fuck* her!”
“Oh my…” Joyce breathed. “Oh…that’s – really – hot! Wh-what would you do to them?”
“Well I don’t really know – I don’t have a lot of experience really. I only slept with three girls in total and I only tried anything like *that* with two.”
“What happened Dayna?”
“We were too young…I was too young – I thought you could just dominate a girl – I thought it was easy…just a matter of giving orders and making demands…I thought it was all about me…I can see that’s all wrong now…I was selfish and I scared them away – and I scared *me* as well.”
“Well…yes it’s more complicated than that.”
“Where do I begin then Joyce…I mean – now I think I know what I want – where do I begin?”
“Well – I guess we need to find you a girl…nothing too heavy or too serious…a girl who likes sex…who wants to be spanked…”
“Someone like you?”
“Like me?” Joyce squeaked.
“Yes Joyce! You like to be spanked don’t you…and I saw you the other night…I’m sure you like to be fucked…”
“Oh – oh my…I mean…gosh!” Joyce was completely flustered. “I-I thought…I thought you meant you c-could…oh my…” Joyce ran a hand through her hair. Her sex rippled. “Oh gosh…b-but I b-belong to Faith.”
“No Joyce! It’s ok…I don’t mean *you* Joyce…just someone *like* you!”
“Right – of course…yes…ohhh…oh my…yes…ohhh…” Joyce panted. “Ohh…you see Faith *loves* it when other women hit on me…she knows how much it freaks me out…how up-tight I get knowing that the *only* thing stopping me from letting another woman fuck me is *her*! She knows how…how *horny* it gets me – and how frantic I get because I’m *so* not allowed to… she says it makes me sluttier…dirtier than ever for her…she just *loves* to spank me when I’m like that and then when she fucks me…she says it’s *so* easy to make me come…”
Dayna was visibly moved.
“Wow Joyce! Faith is so lucky to have a hot, trampy little sub like you!”
Joyce blushed, but her smile was broad. “Oh I think *I’m* the lucky one Dayna…”
She answered with a wry sort of smile. “I’m lucky to be her subby little tramp…”
“Yes you are Joyce,” Dayna said with a smile of her own that was half smirk but her eyes flashed and she grinned wolfishly.
The change in the other woman’s emotional state was palpable.
“Ohhhh…oh my…Dayna…” Joyce panted. “You are so *definitely* a dyke…a primo, A1, alpha dyke!” Joyce looked at her friend in sudden awe and Dayna’s eyes drank in the sight of her friend’s breasts as they strained against the taut, thin material, her nipples prominent. She wondered why she’d never noticed Joyce’s rack before.
The golden haired woman blushed a little as she followed the direction of Dayna’s gaze.
“Oh fuhhck!” Joyce groaned. “Dayna – you are *such* a domme…oh gohhhdd…Faith is going to spank me *so* hard later!” Her breasts heaved jiggling inside the inadequate restraint of her blouse. “My legs are going to spread so easy for her…my pussy is going to be like melted butter when she fucks me!”
Flushed with embarrassed arousal the golden haired milf ran a shaking hand through her hair.
“I’m glad to hear it Joyce,” Dayna said with relish, enjoying the sense of domination she was beginning to feel at Joyce’s embarrassed discomfort; the way it made her feel in control. “And I’m sure she’ll *fuck* you *very* hard as well!”
Joyce was painfully aware of her friend’s eyes watching her breasts as they heaved and she blushed again.
“Ohhh *fuhhhckkk*! Joyce panted, feeling her friend’s suddenly assertive confidence. Her pussy twitched, her centre tightening and moisture dripped onto her thighs. “*Panty-dropper!*!” she breathed her eyelashes fluttering.
The other woman swallowed. She looked up from Joyce’s chest with a sly smile now and gave her a wry look. She raised an eyebrow. “Thanks, but you’re not wearing any Joyce…” she said.
Joyce blushed again. “True...b-but if I was…” she said coyly, blinking. She took a moment to catch her breath and then re-gathering her equilibrium she added: “But anyway what *are* we going to do about getting you some pussy Dayna?”
The auburn haired woman paused, contemplative. “Well maybe I need to think about all this…i-it’s a lot to take in,” she said. “And I think…I mean…I need to get used to the idea…that what I want…what I always wanted might be…well…normal?”
Joyce shrugged.
“Well I’m the *last* person to tell what’s normal honey but…I do understand. Listen Dayna don’t worry …you take your time. It’s ok – you don’t have to jump right in if you aren’t ready.”
“Thanks Joyce,” she smiled. “You’re so understanding!”
Joyce answered Dayna’s smile with one of her own. “You’re my friend,” she said with a shrug, though she realised that things had changed between them.
“Yes, I am, Joyce” she said smiling her eyes still drawn to Joyce’s chest. “Listen, Joyce, I’ve got to go…but thank you…for listening…and I’m sorry – for being such a bitch to you…”
Her eyes said she understood the change as well but her voice was soft, apologetic.
Joyce held her hand up. “Oh don’t worry about that – you weren’t honey…though you should talk to Janice.”
“I will.”
“Good! I’m just so glad you’re ok…”
“Well I guess I will be…when I get used to realising who I am…”
“Well when you do…call me? We’ll go out…find you a pretty girl to play with?”
“Oh…oh my…oh yes…ok…that would be nice…” a flicker of heat resurfaced in the dark haired woman’s eyes.
Dayna rose to go and Joyce came with her. At the door Joyce almost curtseyed. Instead she leaned in to brush her lips innocently over Dayna’s cheek.
“Mmmm…so hot,” she breathed. “You’re going to make some submissive little girl very happy you know…”
Dayna blushed, but her smile was radiated a new confidence.
“Bye Joyce,” she said squeezing her friend’s hand. Her dark brows arched meaningfully. “I hope Faith takes good care of that ass of yours tonight!”
“Oh – she will – don’t worry!” Joyce answered with a nervous laugh knowing what to expect of her lover as she watched Dayna go.
The auburn haired woman seemed to move more certainly now, more confidently; almost strutting, her hips swaying, her long way reddish brown hair bouncing. Joyce followed her with a keen gaze, now appreciatively aware of how attractive the other woman was; suddenly seeing her strength, her demanding dominant personality for the first time; finding herself admiring the sway of her friend’s hips, the way her full bottom moved in her faded blue jeans and she couldn’t help but think about them working, bunching, thrusting, their shapely curves framed by the harness of a strap-on dildo, between the wide spread thighs as she pinned some faceless girl beneath her, driving the phallus into her. And Joyce shuddered.
“Oh my!” she murmured softly in approval as she watched and the mental image played out in her head. “Oh my! Mmmm…oh so *definitely* a top!”
***

Dayna’s head was still spinning by the time she returned home. If she could barely believe what she had learned about her friend the effect that discovery had had upon her own emotional state was even more difficult to fathom.
Her admission of what she had denied even to herself for all these years had left her shaken to her core but she felt, undeniably, lighter, rid of the confusing sense of guilt, of self-deception she had felt for years. Moreover, she was intensely aware, she was highly aroused.
She couldn’t really say why she had admitted all those things to Joyce. Maybe it had been something to do with the undeniably potent erotic charge she felt at hearing Joyce’s own confession. But she had just felt swept up in the moment. Whatever it was she was now certain that she was glad that she had done so.
What she was left feeling was a light-headedness that had come with that unburdening; that freeing of her self; that acceptance of her needs and desires.
And then there was guilt – guilt at the way she had deceived herself and even her ex-husband for years; but mostly at the way she had deceived Janice…lied to Janice; at the way she had treated her daughter.
She, above anyone, should have understood the difficulties Janice was going through.
None of which, however, served to help her clear her mind.
At home her confused, guilt-ridden reverie guided her steps to her daughter’s bedroom.
Janice’s bed was still empty; unslept in; exactly as she had left it earlier. Her world may have changed, shifting under her feet but that, at least, remained as it had been; a lonely reminder of her failure.
The shoebox of DVD’s lay on the bed. Dayna sat down next to it with a sigh.
She wasn’t entirely sure what happened next.
She was aware, painfully aware, of a hot rush of lust that tumbled from her roiling emotions as she looked again at the contents of the box; and, picking up one of the videos she found herself inspecting the cover intently. It featured two photos each depicting 4 women; each foursome comprising two, smartly dressed, attractive older woman with their arms around a pair of pretty, naked, younger girls. It was titled ‘Barely Legal Lesbians 3 – Daughter Swap’. She turned it over to look at the back cover where the screen caps showed the eight women on the front in various erotic poses and engaging in a number of explicit sex acts.
“Ohhh…oh my…” Dayna breathed, her breath coming a little short as her heart raced and blood rushed to the warm place between her thighs. Without thinking her hand ran over her breast making the barest contact with her nipple through her blouse and bra. Her breath caught.
“Ohhmmmm…oh my…” she moaned softly – almost inaudibly. Fascinated, she squeezed her thighs together picking out another disc.
It was called ‘Sapphic Spankings: My Best Friend’s Mom’. The cover featured three pairs of women – one younger one older in each couple. One showed a tearful young blonde showing a pink, well spanked bottom as her mature dark haired lover held her close. In another, a red haired teen’s face was shaped in a cry of pain as her raven haired lover’s hand was spread in a spanking action across her bottom. The third showed a pretty young black girl holding up her older companion’s skirt to kiss her pantied crotch while the dark skin of her plump, round bottom glowed.
“Ohhh…” Dayna sighed. “Oh my…” She squeezed her breast gently, thumbing her nipple. She turned the disc over to look at the back. There were more pictures: the blonde girl across the brunette’s knee; the red head on her hands and knees as her companion rested a huge dildo between the cheeks of her bottom; the black girl, on her back, her dyed-blonde lover holding her ankles in the air with one hand while she spanked her bottom with a paddle held in the other hand..
Dayna’s hand slid inside her blouse, inside her bra. Her fingers circled her nipple in the confined space.
A shudder passed through her arcing like electricity from her plump bud, now stiffly erect, aching.
“Mmmmmm…” she pinched at her nipple. “Ohh…gohhd…”
Suddenly – unthinking – she stopped, and, taking the second disc out of its case she leaned over to slip it into the player Janice had in her room. Searching for the remote control she turned on the TV and pressed play.
She watched transfixed as the blonde girl, who, apparently went by the name of Cindy (or Sindi as it said on the case) found herself first seduced and then thoroughly and soundly spanked by the brunette – whose name appeared to be Alexis – before they made love, licking each others pussies. By the time their scene had finished Dayna had slipped off her blouse and unfastened her bra. One hand teased her nipples while the other fumbled with the zipper of her faded blue jeans.
“Ohhhhhh…mmmmmm…” she breathed softly to herself slipping her hand inside her jeans to press into the flesh of her sex through the damp satin of her panties. “Ohhhhhmmmmuhhh…” her clit was hard against her finger tips. Her hips jerked thrusting and the second scene started.
She came the first time – still wearing her jeans – pulling her panties to one side to rub her aching, greasy, nubbin while the red head (Roxzzy) had her bottom paddled by Nataschah. She came again, her jeans at her ankles when Roxzzy’s pussy surrendered to swallow the huge black dildo. Kicking off her jeans and boots Dayna then climaxed a third and then a fourth time when Brandee was punished by her lover Felicity, before the older woman straddled her to sit on her face.
After the film finished she quickly selected another, stripping completely while it loaded to throw herself down again on her daughter’s bed. Propping herself up on a pillow she spread her legs and, slipping her fingers into the slick, hot flesh of her pussy, she watched a different sort of lesbian movie – one where three college co-eds seem to work their way through the entire female faculty until the final scene featured what Dayna could only describe as a lesbian orgy. It didn’t seem as intensely erotic as the first movie but she still masturbated to yet another orgasm.
Sprawling naked on Janice’s bed she felt exhausted but elated, almost hyper. Unsatisfied, she put ‘Barely Legal Lesbian Seductions 3 – Daughter Swap’ on to play and despite her weariness, her fingers were soon busy again between her legs. She was wetter than ever. Vaguely she registered that she would have to change her daughter’s sheets later – in case Janice came home.
Probing deeper into herself with one hand, the other jacked, milking her clitoris as she watched as four older women met to arrange to swap their daughters for the night, each offering to educate one of their friend’s daughters in strict lesbian love. What followed were four interlinked scenes in which the four teens were seduced into passionate sexual encounters with the older women.
Dayna particularly found herself enjoying and replaying the scene in which a slim, upper-class red haired woman made love to a blonde haired girl called Christi. The two of them were stunning. The red head was beautiful in a classical sort of way and the young blonde was pretty, perky and she had, Dayna was sure, the cutest little bubble butt she could imagine. She was captivated; and when the older woman spanked it, her orgasm came in a spurting flood of ecstasy that certainly confirmed that she would need to change the bedding.
After that she fell asleep in Janice’s bed for a while before waking to start again. She lost count of the number of times she masturbated, watching all of Janice’s movies. When she finally slept her dreams were a torrid whirl of exotic lesbian sex. She dreamed of being the lover of the little blonde porn-star, Christy; of having her at her mercy. She dreamed of making love to Sindee, Roxzzy and Brandee, spanking them and then ravishing their slender, perky, young bodies in all the ways she had seen on screen.
She was exhausted, strung out the next morning. She felt hung-over as if her body desperately craved the endorphins released by orgasm.
She had never felt so sexual. It became like a palpable force within her as if once freed it could not be contained and, over the next few days her appetites seemed to sharpen and grow. She found herself watching every young woman she saw with a new eye and the lusty evaluation of one freed from doubt and restraint. She had never masturbated so frequently.
It didn’t take her long to decide to talk to Joyce again.

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Intermezze
“That’s right Satsu – spank her here…like this…that’s it…look how her bottom blushes! You see? Now…spank her again…while you pinch her clit…like this…you see? Good…and look how she writhes! Now spank her again…that’s right…and again…listen to her…can you hear her confusion…she’s suffering…but the whore wants to come…just like this one…now jack on her clit…pinch it…and keep spanking her…good…now…enter her…she’ll take two fingers easily…that’s right…are you on her g-spot? Good! Now spank her again…that’s it…is she tightening? Good. Now don’t stop spanking her…don’t stop until she comes…yes…that’s right…oh yes…here she comes…oh they’re both coming…”
Anya gasped crying, her bottom hot and sore, her legs shaking as her orgasm rushed up on her wracking her as she crested, coming with a gushing splash of release. She remembered the pretty young Asian girl from school. She had been three grades below her but that seemed wholly irrelevant now as the youngster controlled her exactly as her mother was instructing her too…exactly as the stunning older woman herself was doing with Cordy.
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