MATSZUKA’S INSTRUCTIONS
Briana fell back and sat against her couch. Her mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. She should be thrilled, her job was to please her man, and she had done that. Ham Mason, the proud owner of a business for which she was planning a hostile takeover had succumbed to her trance-induced sexuality. He had orgasmed all over her, she should be thrilled. She also had followed her new programming and thoughts, using her sexuality to get men to give her what she needed. SHE HAD WON.
But as she was still on the floor of her office where Ham’s premature ejaculation had ended the negotiations—but part of her was unfulfilled. She needed it – she needed sex – she needed a cock—right now.
Staring at nothing in particular, Briana calculated her options – Ham was gone, Jon was in New Zealand and it had been the MOST stressful day. ‘Stressful’??? She needed release, the best release she knew – Matszuka!
Not really knowing what to do, Briana picked up the phone and dialed her Asian masseuse, never stopping to question how she knew her brand-new masseuse’s phone number from memory.
Matszuka answered the phone and Briana, her brain starting to trickle out of its mistaken trance, begins grasping what has occurred and Briana starts to cry.
“Miss Briana, what is the matter,” Matszuka says in her light, but noticeable accent.
It was a loaded question and Briana, feeling she had no where else to unload, began to unload. Matszuka listened to the flood of emotions and realized perhaps Briana was moving too fast into her new lifestyle and her brain was ‘overheating’ in effect.
“…and then he told me to turn around…”
Matszuka put her fingers near the phone and interrupted.
“Briana! Sleep – “SNAP”.
Briana’s stream of consciousness immediately left her, her mind went blank like the old etch-a-sketch game used to have its picture wiped away with the turning of a knob. Briana’s jaw went slack and without a prodding from Matszuka, she couldn’t tell you a single thought that had passed in the last ten minutes.
“Briana you are very deep in my power again, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Matszuka.”
“Very good, my good girl Briana, Matszuka is so pleased that you called me, I will lead you and guide you. You don’t need to carry your worries, I am taking them from you right now like a great weight off your shoulders, isn’t that nice?”
“Yes, Matszuka,” Briana said softly, almost in a ‘girly’ voice.
“Yes, of course, my sweet girl, only Matszuka can help you feel better, only Matszuka can make you relax SO much,” the Masseuse was almost singing now, “taking you back to the massage room… rubbing you with oil making you feel so good! Can you feel me massaging you?
“Yesss” she mumbled.
“All worry gone, only relaxing to my touch,”
Matszuka massaged Briana with her voice, removing the stress of the day and replacing it with only the best memories of the events, how sexy she was. How she used her sexiness to secure a great deal for her company.
“...to that cool, beautiful beach, with the cool breeze, you in your sexy bikini, letting me lead you down those plush covered steps to the moist, soothing sand below.”
Briana saw the beach and the steps, she felt the plush carpeting in her toes, she felt the breeze in her hair and on her bare midriff as Matszuka led her deeper and deeper down the stairs…
“…1… ten times deeper now, then eeeever before… breathing deeply, totally incapable of thinking without being told what to think, totally incapable of disagreeing with anything Matszuka tells you…
Matszuka’s face barely displayed the satisfaction she felt inside hearing the succumbing sigh of her subject. Briana was mentally enjoying a massage that opened her mind to so many suggestions Matszuka could offer. The masseuse knew well that she couldn’t make Briana do anything the heiress didn’t really want to do, but, as all in Briana’s office had observed, Matszuka could unlock subconscious doors that Briana had long ago closed off or perhaps didn’t even know existed.
“You are such a good girl, my sweet Briana, following my instructions so well, I am so pleased. You are a wonderful subject, now feel my hands rub the backs of your thighs, moving closer and closer to your most sensitive areas,” Matszuka’s voice was monotone and firm, insuring her voice was filling the young lady’s head, leaving no room for distraction to enter her accepting mind, “You want my hands to move closer to your private parts don’t you? You’ve come to yearn for me to make you tingle in your most sexual areas, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” Briana’s soft voice answered. Sitting at her desk with her daring fashion choices now askew, Briana smiled lightly. Her eyes were closed, her phone headset attached to her ear. Deep in her trance she imagined herself lying on her tummy feeling warm oils rubbing her upper thighs. Her pussy tingled. In reality, she was a sight. The vest that she had been enticed to wear this morning hung open, exposing her pasty-covered breasts and sporting a sperm-stain from the penis of Ham Mason. Her Skirt was a jumbled mess, pulled up, exposing her vagina which was no longer covered by the panties lying over the arm of her office couch. Her hand had to remove itself from absent-mindedly stroking her clit as she followed the instructors of her mental captor.
“…you will want me to come tomorrow and give you another massage and you will be so grateful knowing that we have booked the appointment. Now I am going to give you some instructions that you will NOT remember when I awaken you, do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.”
Matszuka probed to find out what staff would be on site tomorrow and was pleased to know that Briana’s son had left town for two weeks to visit his grandparents. The young boy would come back to find a different mommy when he came home.
“If I am to make a special trip for a special massage, Briana, there as some things you MUST do for me – SNAP…” Matszuka snapped her fingers, a heavy trigger for dropping Briana deeper. The masseuse heard a happy sigh from Briana and begins to have her sexy subject write a list of detailed instructions. Tomorrow WOULD be an interesting day!
BRIANA TAKES CONTROL
Briana finished dutifully writing the list narrated by Matszuka, a list Briana would not remember writing and which she could pass a lie-detector test professing it never existed. But it was a list and it would lead her through a memorable night – if only she would be able to remember it.
“Briana you have to…….”
The words caught in Zoe’s throat as she looked on the couch and saw Briana’s panties.
“BRIANA!!!???”
Briana’s secretary almost screamed as she saw Briana’s state of dress – or undress – and Zoe could scarcely move herself to close the door behind her to hide this scene from the rest of the staff.
“Briana what did you do??? Briana??”
The company president had not yet even heard Zoe’s voice yet.
“…you will have NO sex tonight and you will forget everything I have told you to forget,” a voice continued on the phone, “Briana AWAKE – SNAP—“
Briana hung up the phone and then she slowly regained her bearings of what was around her.
She looked up at Zoe, but Zoe wasn’t sure her boss could even see her.
“Briana? Are you alright?”
Briana smiled, seeing her nice young secretary at her desk. At the moment, the horror in Zoe’s face registered with her and Briana realized the full impact of the scene.
“Oh” she said, grabbing her vest and pulling it together as she hustled around her desk to collect her missing panties. As she pulled the sheer, black silk fabric into her hands, Briana suddenly realized something about her body. There was a yearning, almost a hunger… like, somehow she had been to a restaurant, but not allowed to eat.
She needed something… Briana searched herself and found the culprit – right between her legs. Her pussy was screaming for attention – it needed, and was rapidly beginning to demand, release.
As Briana turned towards Zoe, her mind trying to process a proper response for the moment, Briana was subconsciously beginning to understand what Matszuka didn’t yet know. Matszuka had unleashed a fire in this former ugly duckling and, despite Matszuka’s expert manipulation of Briana’s man to forget the humiliation of her cum-covered ending of her cavort with Ham; even Matszuka couldn’t stop the fire burning between Briana’s thighs.
Briana’s eyes widened as she viewed her stunned secretary. Zoe had never looked more beautiful than this moment. It was as if Briana’s mind was seeing her through one of those filters to make women look even more beautiful in movies.
“Briana, are you OK? What is going on, you’re scaring me,” Zoe pleaded.
A lust filled Briana, not a massage-induced lust, but a ‘massage-unlocked’ lust. Something Briana had locked up over a decade ago after her night with Michelle was free to roam her body again. And that something had settled right in Briana’s moistening pussy and could not be ignored.
“I’m fine, Zoe,” Briana smiled and brushed her hair from her face as she turned to face the redhead, “I did what I had to do and I got Mason’s signature and we got the deal.”
Zoe’s tension was eased by Briana’s soft tone and apparent recollection of her senses, but she didn’t move a muscle as her boss slowly eased towards her. Briana had forgotten about holding her top together now and the vest was no match for its owner’s two ample assets. Zoe tried not to look, but the silver chain was moving back and forth in a way that compelled Zoe’s attention.
“I think we need to celebrate, Zoë” Briana gave a lights smile as she stopped just in front of Zoe. Thoughts were feeding themselves into Briana’s brain, instructions that Matszuka had placed into a box and demanded that Briana forget. These thoughts alerted Briana to new abilities, abilities to use her sexual power to get what she wanted. And right now Briana DEFINITELY wanted Zoe.
“Well, I came to tell you everyone is celebrating…” Zoe’s statement was interrupted by Briana’s index finger touching her lips. Zoe tried to hide her fear, but her shivering body betrayed her.
Briana took Zoe’s hands in her own.
“Don’t speak, just listen to me, Zoe,” Briana’s tone was a strange mix of a lust-filled aggressor and a young girl asking a lover to like her, “I’m talking about a celebration for just you and me.”
“I think you’re beautiful,” she said to Zoe, lightly touching the secretary’s red hair, “and I think you feel the same about me…” Zoe’s eyes tried to look away, but Briana held her head in her hands. Briana gave her an intense stare. Zoe could almost see the wheels turning as an unremembered training session on how to trance a female flooded Briana’s frontal lobes, “and I think you feel I’m beautiful, too. I know you can’t keep your eyes off my breasts.”
With that statement, Briana’s eyes looked down at her own chest. Without a thought, Zoe’s eyes followed involuntarily and were immediately recaptured by the shining ruby on the silver chain.
“So beautiful…” she thought
“Eyes up here, dear,” Briana interrupted, physically lifting Zoe’s chin, tearing her eyes from the stone between her tits, “I want you to look into my eyes…”
Briana was smiling, she was feeling a surge of power (and a surge between her thighs) as she saw her prey being drawn in.
“It’s rude to stare at a lady’s breasts, my dear Zoe,” Briana sang, “no matter how luscious, or how much your eyes want to trail down to get another, LOOOONG look.”
Briana’s eyes shot downwards again as her hand released Zoe’s chin, the redhead face fell almost as if her neck was not strong enough to hold the weight of her head as her eyes again were drawn to Briana’s chest.
“Poor Zoe, always wanting to please her boyfriend, but secretly lusting after me,” Briana challenged, “Look at me, sweetie!”
Again, Zoe’s eyes came up and looked at Briana. The boss could see Zoe was confused and battling a number of thoughts in her mind, Briana had been trained to use that confusion to her advantage.
“Your eyes look SO tired, dear one,” she chortled, “wanting so much to stay up here looking at me, but totally unable to resist sliding down to see these.” Briana cupped her hands on her tits, pushing them togher, the red ruby hanging over her right nipple, Zoe never had a chance, her eyes slid down again.
“It’s getting so hard to look up here, isn’t it,” Briana continued as Zoe’s eyes came up again, now about a quarter shut, “your eyes are getting so tired fighting the urge inside you; you want to be free to just see what you want to see...” Briana moved a shoulder forward, thrusting her breasts forward. Zoe’s eyes dropped again, watching the ruby swing slightly back and forth from Briana’s body movements.
“…wanting to look up (Zoe’s eyes come back up), but your eyelids growing tired, your mind growing tired, you want to just stop fighting and give in to the urge, don’t you.”
Zoe’s eyes went down now without Briana’s eyes leading the way.
“yes…” she mumbled meekly. The secretary had not been tranced lately, but the effect seeing those nipples this time was as deep into a tranced state that Zoe had been since her Experimental Psych Class back at Community College. Zoe couldn’t take her eyes off them, and she was hooked.
“Yes,” Briana led, feeling the excitement of her control. Almost breathless she led on.
“My voice will take you to a place where you don’t have to fight anymore. A place where you will only relax… totally safe, totally happy, unwilling to worry because I will have all your thoughts and worries in my hands. You won’t need to think or be burdened by deep thoughts because I will thnk for you. Shall I lead you to this wonderful place, Zoe?”
Zoe’s eyes hadn’t left the ruby, it was drawing her deep inside, she answered without a thought, since she no longer had any thoughts but the breasts and the ruby and the voice that now controlled her.
“Yes, Briana.”
“Good girl, Zoe. I will count down from three and when I say ‘SLEEP’ your eyes may close and you will be totally relaxed and happy, unable to open your eyes, but totally able to hear me and respond completely honestly to my words – 3… dropping deeper… 2… going down now, unable to stop, your will gone… totally unable to disobey my words… 1 – SLEEP….”
Briana relased a relieve sight as she saw Zoe’s eyes close. Without any idea how, Briana knew exactly how to go to work now. She had been coached well and coached to remember word for instructions on how to lead her subject.
“Zoe, I want to ask you several questions, and you will be completely free to answer, you are completely safe here and you trust me very much with the completely honest anwers to anything I ask, don’t you.”
“Yes, Briana,” Zoe answered, very straightforward, lacking emotion.
Briana almost giggled and clapped. She felt like a little girl with a new toy doll, only this doll was going to be able to satisfy the cry for attention her unleashed libido was causing to grow in her.
“Zoe, have you ever been with a women sexually?” Briana inquired.
“No,” Zoe answered honestly.
“But you’ve wanted to, haven’t you?” Briana followed up. Matszuka, when she had taken Briana deeply into a trance and given her this training, had told her this was an effective questions because ALL girls had, at one time or another, dreamed of being with another woman.
Zoe wasn’t any different. She wasn’t gay but, like any girl, she has wondered what holding another woman would be like, lying with another nude female body beside her. She had heard her friends talk. They said a kiss with another woman was so different than kissing a boy. That’s why Zoe now did not resist as her bosses obviously leading question.
“Yes,” Zoe answered.
“What are you answering ‘yes’ to,” Briana led Zoe forward to the now inevitable outcome.
“I have wanted to be with a woman sexually.”
“Yes you have,” Briana pounced like cat, “you’ve wanted to be a woman for a long time, dreamed of feeling a nude female body underneath you in your bed, your tongue traveling to her most private parts – know that this is true, Zoe, and let it go DEEPLY into you mind…”
To emphasize her point, Briana raised Zoe’s hands, placing them on the bottom of Briana’s luscious tits. In her trance, Zoe tried to catch her breath as she felt up her boss. The breasts were beautiful, even with the nipples covered, and Zoe felt their weight in her hands and shivered.
“I’m going to awaken you, Zoe, in a few seconds,” Briana continued as Zoe continued to hold up Briana’s breasts, “and when I do, you will open your eyes and see my breasts and the Ruby in front of you, you will be compelled to lean forward and suckle my nipples. You will NOT be able to resist. And, let this rest deeply in your mind, when you take my nipple in your mouth, that will be a symbol to you that you have surrendered yourself to me, surrendered your will and your mind to me, do you understand, Zoe?”
“Yes, Briana,” Zoe was answering more easily now as she was sinking deeper and more happily into this tasty trance.
“I will awaken you on 3, and all I have told you will be implanted as your ow will and thoughts deep in your soul. These words will BECOME who you are,” Briana’s pussy was sopping now, she had always been submissive, but knowing she was about to have Zoe without any fear of recrimination whatsoever made her entire body tingle. “Also, Zoe, whenever you are awake and I say ‘sleepy Zoe’ and touch your forehead, you will instantly go into this trance again and return to this wonderful relaxed state, ready to accept my words and instructions, understand?”
“Yes, I understand,” Zoe was so compliant now, she would have said yes to a question telling her the sky was red – and she would have believed it, too, probably the exact color of the ruby that had taken her down.
“3… coming out of the wonderful trance… 2… wanting to obey all that you have been told, unable to resist… 1…. AWAKE…”
Zoe’s beautiful green eyes opened and looked around the room. Her head crinkled for just a moment as she processed all the thoughts in her head. The she looked into Briana’s eyes. Without a second thought, her eyes slowly lowered to Briana’s breast. She wanted to put her lips on Briana’s nipples more than anything in the world. She knew it was absolutely the most important thing she could accomplish in her life. But, what about Martin? Didn’t she love him? Wasn’t this wrong?
“Come on sweetie, take my nipple, suck it… you know it’s what you want…” Briana continued as she removed the pasty covering her right nipple and pushed up Zoe’s left hand which was supporting the breast on which that nipple was stationed.
Briana left Zoe’s hands on her tits as she reached and pulled Zoe towards her slightly, it was all the momentum Zoe need and she willingly, hungrily leaned in until her lips met the beautiful nipple. Zoe made a light whimper as Briana pulled the young lady’s hips into her own.
“That’s my girl,” Briana said breathlessly as her sensitive nipple was busy getting pulled and nibbled by the suction and desire of her sexy secretary, “Such a good girl, you’ve wanted to seduce me for so long… desired me for so long… now you’re about to have everything you want…”
Zoe broke for the nipple for a moment and looked Briana in the face. There was still fear there, but Briana noted that any slight cinders of bisexual passion buring in Zoe, were now fanning into a fire, a fire that desired the beautiful woman Zoe has seen so many times before – and was now seeing in a new way for the first time.
Briana moved in to kiss the shaking girl and Briana found Zoe did not resist as Briana’s tongue made its way into Zoe’s mouth. Their tongues lightly played with one another and both women purred lightly as they each realized, for the first time, that it was true – there is nothing like kissing another girl.
Briana, could have ‘made out; with her secretary here for another hour with great satisfaction, but, from deep in her mind, she knew the job wasn’t complete.
“Sleepy Zoe,” Briana said strongly as she touched the redheads temple. Her knees nearly buckled in desire as she saw Zoe’s eyes immediately close in complete obedience.
BRIANA’S GIRLFRIEND
For the next half hour Briana took Zoe deeper into a trance, deeper into her control. She spent a great deal of time discussing Martin. Zoe’s sexy boyfriend would never know what hit him – Briana was expertly using his indescretions and personality against him – tying Zoe’s discomfort at his treatment of her to her ‘real’ desire to be with Briana and soon Zoe was agreeing she should have been honest with Martin and herself that the love she had felt for him was ‘really’ for Briana.
“Zoe, when you awaken, you will know all of these things we discussed are true and that your love for me is true,” Briana guided, “you will now know that the love you had for Martin is really a love you have for me. You want to be my lover and you can’t wait another moment to have me – to make yourself my girlfriend.”
“Yes, Briana…”
Briana took a deep breath… here’s where the rubber would meet the road (or her hungry body would meet Zoe’s!)…
“3… ready to make love to me… 2… totally unconcerned about the consequences…. 1… AWAKE…
Zoe’s georgeous eyes opened and Briana felt her heart melting, as well, the trance had an effect on her heart and her pussy and she, too, needed to make love immediately.
“Zoe,” Briana said breathlessly, sliding her hand behind the beautiful red locks of her new love, “I want you.”
“I want you too, Briana,” Zoe said with a wavering voice, this time leadning in herself for a deep, passionate kiss.
It was all a blur from there for the two female lovers. Zoe’s teeth found their way back to Briana’s tits and that made Briana nearly swoon. Briana’s knees were already weak and she stumbled back against her desk, momentarily breaking apart the two well-maintained bodies.
It gave the two women a chance to look each other up and down, neither able to contain their heavy breathing. Zoe reached for her blouse and slid it up and over head, followed by a release of the font catch of her bra. Her breasts were beautiful, round and firm with light pink circles and small, dainty nipples. She looked up at Briana for approval.
“O sweetie you are so beautiful,” said Briana. The two ladies locked eyes, wondering where this would go next. Briana took the first step, sliding down her skirt, revealing her milky white thighs atop her lace stockings and garter-encased vagina. She stepped out of her skirt, eyes never leaving her new lover. She reached and took Zoe’s hand as she slid back against and up onto the desk.
Zoe took her cue, sliding a chair up parallel to the desk upon which her boss was now sitting. Shaking with a mix of fear and excitement. Zoe eased down into the seat, mesmerized at the sight of her boss’s parting thighs. She allowed herself to be pulled in by Briana’s well placed left hand on the back of her head and eased in. Briana leaned her right hand back on the desk anticipating the content. Briana sighed and Zoe held her breath as Zoe’s tongue slowly emerged to touch the petals of a woman’s vagina for the first time in her life. The tip of the tongue is the part that senses the taste for something salty or sweet, and as this part of Zoe’s tongue lapped at Briana’s pink flower, Zoe was hooked. Nothing had ever tasted sweeter – her boyfriend was gone – never to return to her emotions.
Between Briana’s bucking thighs, Zoe’s hearing was muted, she never heard her boss hiss – “Matszuka” – as, finally, Briana’s pussy received the release for which it had been screaming.
THE SHOP
Briana stirred awake. After the few seconds to clear her head, she realized where she was, on the floor of her office, naked, lying next to Zoe underneath the bearskin she kept on the back of her office couch.
For a moment she stopped and took in the beauty of her secretary, with her fire red hair and the hot red freckles which were so sexy leaving down to her half-exposed breasts. It had been so much fun kneeling in front of Zoe, sliding down her skirt and panties to reveal her sexy red, manicured pubic hair. Zoe had turned out to be surprisingly aggressive, quickly taking Briana down to the floor and mounting her. The two women had humped hard – their nude bodies enveloping one another until it was hard to tell where one body ended and the other began. They had each squealed in pleasure.
No doubt, Briana had the fleeting thought; other staff members must have stood at the door, wondering what had happened to the two women, and then had walked away with a smirk, hearing the passion loudly going on behind the door. Right now, Briana didn’t care, wasn’t allowed to care.
One last glance down at Zoe as she quietly slid out from under the heavy cover. Briana felt she could fall in love with this young girl, but there wasn’t time for that, something inside her compelled her to move. Briana couldn’t place exactly what task it was she had to accomplish, but she knew she had to go. It’s like that feeling when you come into a room and forget what you went in there for!? Briana knew she had to move and in a hurry – but she had no idea where she was going.
After a quick dress back into her vest and rumpled skirt, Briana quickly gave her hair a fluff, touched up her makeup and lipstick and called for her driver. Albert had been waiting for hours, wondering where his boss was, her call actually awakened him from a slight doze, but he had dutifully waited. He, too, loved working for this sweet heiress and she paid him more money than he had ever made in his life, he wanted to care for her and make sure she was where she needed to be.
“11060 Brompton Street,” Briana informed Albert through her backseat phone in the limo.
“Are you sure that is the proper address ma’am?”
“Yes, Albert, now GO!” Albert noticed that Briana’s voice was flat and monotone – probably from the long day, he thought. Had the dark visor not been between them, dividing the front of the car from the back seat, Albert would have seen Briana in the backseat, glassy-eyed, processing the orders given to her by Matszuka. The tryst with Zoe had been a side-track that neither Matszuka, nor Briana could control, but Briana’s heavily influenced sub-conscious was not about to forget to fulfill Matszuka’s orders…
Her name was Anessa and she had known she loved women since she was 6 years old. Anessa had tried boys in high school, losing her virginity in the tenth grade after a homecoming dance. But that experience had been painful and generally disgusting. Anessa’s true love had been Virginia – a beautiful blonde who was Anessa’s closet friend. Or, rather, Anessa was the person to whom Virginia turned whenever she needed a shoulder to cry on after a problem with one of her many boyfriends and, towards the end of high school, more and more Anessa was the excuse Virginia used when her parents wanted to know her whereabouts. Anessa always covered for Virginia and was always there for her – mostly because she loved her. Secretly, Anessa had dreamed that one day Virginia’s tears on her shoulder might turn into a wanton kiss. It never happened and now, some two decades later, Anessa had long since come out of the closet and battled for gay rights through various organizations. She w as now an owner of a small shop in downtown LA, dedicated to helping people ‘find’ themselves sexually.
Anessa sighed deeply, not much business tonight, as usual, if things didn’t pick up soon, she might have to close her work of love down.
“Ting – ting –ting.” The bell on the door interrupter her thoughts and Anessa turned to see quite a sight—a tall, buxom blonde with tousled hair, wearing an expensive-but-abused business suit. This wasn’t the type of woman who normally came to the store. Although, Briana’s jostled appearance did leave one to wonder what this woman was all about.
“May I help you?” Anessa asked in a truly inquisitive voice. She often could guess the desire of shop visitors, just at first glance, but she truly had no idea what this woman would be looking for.
“I – I uh have a list…” Briana said, struggling to put her thoughts together. Her eyes ranged throughout the stores, trying to determine how she ended up in a shop of dildos ranging from “pee wee” to “monster” and racks of lotions, gels and sexual position manuals.
“I see you do,” Anessa almost whistled as she looked at the list. This woman must have known some of this shop’s specialties because not many people would have known to ask for many of these items.
Anessa excused herself and began collecting the items on the list. It was extensive and would be just the haul she needed to take this from a down night with the store to one of the biggest of the week. Anessa found herself whistling as her mood completed a total 180 degree change from her earlier bent.
“I have everything… miss…” Anessa’s voice trailed off as she returned from the back to find her customer no where in site. At first Anessa thought she had been robbed, or at best, pranked. But then she heard a giggle from back near the dressing rooms.
Anessa worked back to the opposite side of the store and lost her breath at the site. Facing away from her was her blonde bombshell customer, viewing herself in the mirror wearing the store’s “Daisy Duke” costume; a costume with impossibly tight short-shorts and a bright yellow top which tied just under the breasts. The outfit was topped off with cute cowboy boots, just like the ones worn by Jessica Simpson in the Dukes of Hazzard movie – not one Anessa, nor had her friends bothered to rent.
“Miss…” Anessa stammered, causing Briana to turn around. Anessa was amazed at the site, despite herself. Briana was truly beautiful and DEFINITLEY had the body to warrant this outfit. She had also pulled her full blonde hair back into a ponytail giving her a girlish quality – a face and figure that reminded Anessa of… of… VIRGINIA!
Briana tingled as she felt the cool air of the shop’s air system all over her body. She felt sexy and girly and LOVED this feeling. It wasn’t natural, almost like the adrenaline coursing through her body was a drug that made her giddy, free – uninhibited.
Briana stopped her giggle long enough to notice the shop owner’s gaze. Anessa’s eyes were locked on her. As a late bloomer, Briana had not expertly honed her skills for noting the effect her body had on men – or women. Had Briana known, she likely could have asked right now for her entire list for free and Anessa might have acquiesced. Briana only knew that Anessa looked interested and that made her happy.
“I don’t mean anything by this question, Miss…” the naïve heiress intoned.
“Uh – Anessa,” the shop owner answered.
Briana smiled a toothy- genuinely happy smile, “Anessa.. um, well, Anessa, are you interested in women? Uh, I mean – sexually?” Briana blushed at the question.
Surprisingly for herself, Anessa did, as well. It had been a long time since anyone had asked her that question as her style of dress and militant causes had rarely left anyone to doubt the answer to that question.
“Yes,” she answered, in a much gentler tone than she had prepared to, “yes, I do… with the right woman, of course…”
Briana felt the drug, whatever it was, rush through her – making her light-headed (air-headed a little), tingly, her fingers on fire, her pussy alive once again. She reached for her tied top and took a step away from the mirror, now behind her, and a step towards Anessa.
“What makes the ‘right’ woman…” Briana smiled an evil smile as she easily pulled apart the top, holding each side of the shirt teasingly over her breasts as she pressed them together.
Normally, Anessa would have been put off by bubble-headed, bottle blondes like Briana (although Briana was a natural blonde) but there was something about the way she carried herself, the innocent sexuality she gave off (if there could be such a thing) and, mostly, the way she reminded Anessa of her schoolgirl crush.
“Oh – uh – different things,” said Anessa, shifting her weight back a bit. She was feeling feelings she hadn’t felt in a long time, feelings that she had long since tucked away, feelings of which many of her friends would not approve.
“Well,” said Briana coyly as she dropped open her top, “here are two things.”
She reached to embrace Anessa, her breasts now exposed. Anessa couldn’t resist, her eyes followed those swollen tits into her chest and she was almost taken by surprise as Briana’s lips met her. The blonde hiked her leg around Anessa’s and thrust herself into the older woman. Anessa, still slightly stunned by the turn of events, hadn’t even closed her eyes and looked into the mirror to get a 3-angled view of her own hand on Briana’s ass, pulling Briana to her.
Anessa struggled to gain control of herself. She was aroused as she hadn’t been in ten years. She broke her lip lock with Briana and tilted her head to move down the left side of Briana’s neck. Anessa opened her lips slightly and sucked hard on Briana’s neck. The blonde moaned and moved to press in tighter. This encouraged Anessa to move into one of her favorite activities – biting. She gently began to nibble on Briana’s sexy earlobe and then moved down to a hunk of Briana’s neck. The younger lady squealed lightly at the pinch, but made no move to end the event. Anessa worked her way down Briana’s neck laying bites and nibbles, some that would be noticeable bruises or ‘hickies’ in the morning.
Briana was lost in a swirl of senses. Anessa smelled differently than the perfumed Zoe and Anessa was much rougher, almost like a man. Briana had never been around a ‘butch’ woman before and she couldn’t wait to learn more about her next lover. For now, what she knew was that Anessa was biting her – hard – and, for a reason Briana didn’t quite understand, each bite made her pussy moisten and her hips flex against her partner.
“Oh you like the rough stuff, do you?” Anessa said with a bit of delight.
“I don’t know, I’ve never done ‘rough stuff’, “ a breathless Briana answered as the next bite sunk into her chest just above the start of her left breast.
Another moan from Briana, that was enough of a cue for Anessa, she’d been reading submissive women for years. She grabbed Briana and spun her around, placing her left hand across Briana’s breasts and squeezing them hard. Anessa’s right hand grabbed the front of Briana’s shorts, ripping them open, and then jammed her hand down the back of those tight Daisy Dukes, giving Anessa access to Briana’s most private parts from behind.
“I’m in control now, Sweetheart,” Anessa whispered loudly as her fingers found their prey. Anessa was expert at this. For more then 25 years, Anessa had been a mistress in the BD/SM scene in their city. ‘Mistress A’ was known for expertly taking women, and even men, and torturing them to a perfect arousal. It had been an online side job as well – telling men what she really thought of them – the worthless wienies – and those men paid her a ton of money to do it.
Anessa, or Mistress A, looked in the mirror and saw a crazed lust in Briana’s face and heard the young lady make a guttural moan as Anessa’s second hand moved down the front of Briana’s shorts, forcing the shorts to finally give up their tight fight and fall to the floor, and allowing Mistress A to begin to work Briana from clitty to asshole. Briana had to grab for the mirror in front of her to keep from crashing into the glass.
“Rough sex is about control and submission, honey,” Anessa continued, her lips just inches from Briana’s ears,” I take control of your body and do anything I want with it, understand?”
Briana could do nothing but nod her understanding; her voice was stolen by Anessa’s expert finger which we slipping and sliding pussy juice all around Briana’s crotch and ass. Briana’s shorts held her ankles together like a binding, making it hard for her to stand without holding on the mirror and balancing herself against the movement of Anessa. She was helpless and her body was betraying her enjoyment of her captivity.
“But to truly enjoy it, you have to trust me and know that, while I will inflict pain on you; that pain is for your sexual enjoyment.” Both women were fighting against the arousal to breathe. “I will never take you beyond what you can handle, but I will take you to the edge and bring you back. It’s control and the giving up of control, the best sex there is…”
Briana whimpered, her pussy was being manhandled by this aggressive woman, but Briana wouldn’t have moved if she could have, the words ‘control’ and ‘submission’ had become very important to her recently and she knew she must live in those words. Briana leaned forward to show her greater abeyance to her Mistress.
SMACK!!! Briana yelped as Anessa’s free hand came down hard on Briana’s ass. Anessa was strong and Briana felt the sting.
“You do EVEREYTHING I tell you to do, understand?” Anessa was leaning forward against Briana and gave her a light bite on the back as Briana struggled to decipher what was happening to her.
“Have you ever had anyone give it to you hard? To Dominate you! To be your Mistress?”
“no” whimpered Briana in a small voice.
“I bet your one of those little spoiled bitches who would love for me to give you what you want and give it to you hard aren’t you…. AREN”T YOU – SMACK!!!
“You’re a tramp aren’t you?” Anessa lashed back and laid another shot on Briana’s ass. Are you ready to give yourself over to me, completely? To obey without question? To trust that I will ultimately have your every need in mind with each painful next step?”
“Yes,” Briana answered quietly.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK—Anessa grabbed Briana’s hair, pulling her back.
“Yes WHO? My little bitch…”
“Yes, Mistress,” Briana had tears running down her eyes now and could sense the fiery redness on her right ass cheek which had taken the entirety of Anessa’s firm hand.
“Good Girl,” Anessa hissed as she slipped a blindfold over Briana’s eyes, causing Briana’s breath to catch. She was off balance; she didn’t know what was coming next.
“I need to get something, you stay leaning against the mirror, just stand here, and do NOT move. And especially don’t touch that blind fold and don’t touch these,” she said as she squeezed Briana’s nipples, “and don’t touch this” she added, rubbing Briana’s crotch.
And with that, Anessa left the general area in which Briana was standing. Briana stood, leaning against the mirror, just as commanded. And she waited.
Briana waited and waited and waited. It seemed she waited for a long time standing naked with a blindfold on in a strange store. Finally, unable to take it anymore, Briana reached for the blindfold.
“SMACK” – something hit Briana’s bare ass.
“Ouch” she squealed
“SMACK” – another shot, it was clearly a wooden paddle, probably with holes in it to increase the sting.
“You’re a naughty girl; you like to get spanked don’t you?” – SMACK
“Ahhh!’ Briana reacted again – but then answered – “Yes.”
SMACK – “I know you do, deep down you’re a naughty little whore aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress” Briana answered this time bracing for the – SMACK!!!
Briana imagined the welts that had to be growing on her taught ass. She felt the sting and found that…. She loved it… Briana didn’t know anything about bondage, but she knew right now she was completely in the control of a woman planning to use her for some form of sexual fulfillment and her body was thrilled.
“Aaaayeee” Briana squealed.
This time it wasn’t a paddle causing the pain, but something, like a clothespin, clamped down on her left nipple causing Briana to squeal and tears pour from her eyes. Instinctively Briana reached to remove the pain causing device.
“SMACK” another shot to a very red and sensitive ass.
“DON’T TOUCH IT!” Anessa commanded moving right up against Briana’s cheek.
“Feel it, feel the pain, let it stoke your fires, let the pain be a jolt of electricity down to your pussy. Let it make you more aroused. Briana stopped moving, Anessa holding her hands to her sides. She was shaking and tears were now streaming down her cheeks.
“Now your hands!”
Briana felt Anessa pull back her hands and stood obediently as the velvet cuffs clicked into place on her wrists. Anessa stood in front of her and reached around to bind her. Leaning against Anessa was the only thing keeping Briana from falling face first.
Anessa expertly pulled Briana’s hands together, connecting the cuffs making it impossible for Briana to bring her hands around to defend herself.
The rough handling had caused Briana to spin a bit and she had now totally lost her bearings and location. That thought was interrupted by a second nipple clamp, again making Briana squeal and fall to one knee. Tears were rolling down the sexy blonde’s face as was the lubricant escaping from her sopping pussy. She heard motion and chains but her head was spinning. – was that a chain on her tummy, run between her legs. She heard more snapping into place.
Her arms burned and Briana moved them to one side, causing another searing pain in her nipples. She squealed. Anessa had connected her cuffs, with chains, to her nipples. Briana knew any movement would cause her nipples to be pulled wickedly – and even worse, Anessa could grab and torture both nipples at the same time and render Briana totally helpless.
“Stand up,” Anessa grabbed her arms, breaking her silence; she wrenched Briana up causing another heavy tug on her sensitive nipples.
“Aaayeee” Briana screamed, trying to adjust to the pain that caused her to scream and cry and to grow hornier by the second. She had never experienced anything like this and had no idea what was to come next.
“You are so beautiful,” said Anessa out of the blackness and Briana felt her captors hands grab her and pull her into a kiss. Anessa frenched her long and hard, her tongue forcing itself deep into her mouth and finishing with her tongue coming out and licking her face.
“Ummm, but you need one more touch sweetie,” Briana jumped slightly as she felt a cold gel rub around her tummy, then she felt a short prick on her naval and then a slow, slight burn. I was followed by a click. Briana quickly realized what was happening – her naval was being pierced.
“I’m branding you,” Anessa whispered, inserting a dangling naval ring with an “A” on it, “So you’ll never forget me.”
The pain made Briana swoon, her knees gave way and Anessa caught her as blackness closed over more than Briana’s eyes.
Briana awoke in a precarious position and it would take her a while to figure out where she was. The blindfold was gone, but Briana was in a dark room. Somehow she was upside down, but her feet were on the floor. Briana tried to move, but each move gave a hard tug on her ultra-sensitive nipples. Something HAD her and she couldn’t figure out what. She gently tried to lift her right hand, but felt a tug on her right foot. How could that be? Briana’s eyes slowly adjusted to the dingy light in the room and she realized she was back in some sort of storage room. Even worse Briana was bent over some sort of pole and the cuffs on her hands had been attached to similar cuffs just above her boots. She was, in essence, wrapped around the pole and unable to move. Her back and thighs screamed and she had a strange pain in her ass. Other than the boots, the cool air on her pussy told her she was completely nude.
But where was Anessa? Briana expanded her senses and smelled the musty smell of the room, mixed with a sweet smelling tobacco of some sort.
“SPPPFTT” Briana heard Anessa rapidly suck in air just behind, Briana focused between her legs and saw two leather boots with long spike heels. Anessa knelt down to one knee and Briana was able to see her Mistress in full leather regalia, smoking a marijuana cigarette. Briana had to admit, she looked big, intimidating, and awfully beautiful.
“How do you feel, honey,” Mistress asked, her head turned sideways.
“I hurt”, Briana whimpered.
“Good girl,” said Anessa, I have something that will help you. Anessa took another deep hit from her small marijuana bud, and slid down to her stomach, her head lying between Briana’s boots, just inches from Briana’s face.
“SPPHHHEWWW”, Anessa blew a big puff of blue smoke at her.
“Breathe in deeply, dear.”
Briana tried, but the smoke gagged her and she coughed, putting more pressure on her tummy.
“Just relax,” said Anessa, as another puff came Briana’s way. On the third puff, Briana had the hang of it and she felt the smoke go deeply into her lungs and, as anyone who had never done drugs, the smoke had an immediate impact.
Briana coughed and giggled, causing everything to wiggle.
“That a girl, just enjoy my love for you,” said Anessa as she slid to her feet. Briana watched her feet walk away. They were upside down in her view, an idea that made Briana giggle again. She couldn’t help it she was absolutely giddy.
Briana heard the sound of something like straps behind her. Then saw a mirror dropped down, that offered an angle that allowed Briana to see her Mistress. The mirror had clearly been invented just for this purpose. And it served its purpose well, as Briana saw her Mistress sporting a monstrous 10 inch black strap on dildo.
“Your mine, you gave yourself to me,” Anessa stated, walking around behind Briana, I can do anything I want to you.” And with that statement, Anessa turned the apparatus that was causing pain in Briana’s ass, an anal plug, as Briana would later learn, a big one, that was now stretching her asshole even more than at its large resting size.
“But even though I own you,” said Anessa, “I do this for your pleasure.”
Anessa slid the black latex cock into Briana’s open and willing pussy. She slid it halfway, careful not to force it too deep; Briana tried to stifle a giggle and then laughed a drug-induced laugh.
Anessa picked up her pace, Briana felt her pussy invaded deeper than ever before, in and out, the pace picking up, Briana feared she might pass out again.
Anessa tugged on the chain, yanking at Briana’s nipples, Briana’s thighs and calves begged for release, her body hurt from head to toe. The ‘whap-whap-whap of two women’s crotches coming together increased in intensity and frequency. Briana could only moan like an animal, without human feeling at this point, simply a pussy receiving it’s pounding from Mistresses long cock.
Briana whined and cried, she was in an immense amount of pain and felt she could bear no more. Just about the time Briana was about to beg for mercy, she felt Anessa remove her dildo, from Briana’s pussy, heard the Velcro rip from that dildo and Briana heard a ‘click’.
It was a monumental click. For that click released Briana’s shackles and her hands and legs were instantly freed, she fell back, as she unwound, into the arms of Anessa. Anessa laid her on thick carpeting; Briana was floating from the drugs and the lightheadedness of the blood rushing again to the midsection of her body. Mistress removed her nipple clamps and inserted something into Briana’s pussy; it was smooth and thin and filled her pussy to just the right size. Anessa lay on top of Briana and began to move her hips. The double dildo began to do its work on each pussy and the women started to moan together as climax rapidly approached.
“Feel me in you, baby,” Anessa moaned, “Cum for me sweetie.”
“Yes,” Briana squealed, “Yes Matszuka.” She moaned lightly as another all-time orgasm wracked her body.
Briana soon realized she was very groggy, lying on the thick carpet, her newest lover spooning her in a comfortable cocoon. For the second time that night (well, now morning) Briana left a light kiss on a lover and left her lying on the floor.
Briana’s muscles ached but her pussy only sighed in satisfaction. It had been a wonderful night.
Briana quickly dressed in the Daisy Duke outfit, grabbed her box of stuff assembled by Anessa from Briana’s list (why did I want this stuff again? Briana wondered) and headed out into the night to her car where a sleeping Albert would soon drive her home to the best massage in the world, and it would come not a moment too soon.