as sweetly as I can, enjoying myself fully, my hand finding its way under my skirt and into my panties.
“You know,” Anna says softly, not wanting to say the words that hang unspoken between us but which we both know will be said sooner or later, no matter if she begs for a mercy she would be foolish to expect.
“You tell me, Anna,” I say, a jolt of pleasure shooting through my pussy, my fingers working my clit fast and hard. Just knowing I can do anything I want with this woman drives up the heat between my legs. Who said power is the ultimate aphrodisiac? It is true.
“You know,” Anna says again, sounding she is about to cry, and falls silent.
“Anna,” I say sternly, a tone I’ve never used on any adult before, like I‘m scolding a child, “if we are to communicate efficiently then I suggest you express yourself in a clear and concise way. Have I made myself clear?”
She is silent for a long time before she speaks again. The resignation in her voice telling me has already given up on talking me out of it. “Yes.”
“Then what is it that you are advising me not to do?”
“Blackmailing me,” she says softly. “Please don’t. Like I said, I was desperate and that wasn’t really me and not a day goes by that I don’t regret that decision.”
“And why shouldn’t I blackmail you, Anna?” I say trying to sound casual. Hard to do with both my heart pounding away excitedly and my leaking snatch throbbing.
“Joanne—” she starts but I instantly cut her off.
“Mistress, Anna. That is how you will address me, from now on, unless there are others around that we both know.”
“Please,” she says and I can tell she is crying now, and I don’t care. Instead, my pussy throbs that much harder. Poor Anna. “Mistress,” she adds within two seconds. With the unspoken threat of what will happen without her full compliance, we both know there is nothing she can do. Either the whole neighborhood will find those pictures in the mailbox, together with her fellow church members, as well anyone looking her up on the net, or she will accept her new status in life as my pet. Sometimes life presents us with choices that are as simple as that.
“Anna, there is something we need to discuss,” I say slowly.
“Yes,” Anna says after another pause, again adding, “Mistress,” after a short pause.
“The way you dress sucks ass, girl.”
“I am sorry,” Anna says and actually sound genuinely apologetic. I guess at this stage, she is genuinely interested in making me happy, I know I would be if I were in her place. The mistress part follows faster this time, but still with the undertone of resentment. She’ll get used to it, though.
“But I am certain with some effort that can be fixed,” I say as I shudder when my throbbing clit sends another wave of pleasure through me. Part of me can’t believe I am doing this to another woman, let alone Mrs. Kelly. Another part is jumping up and down with excitement and doing backflips.
“Of course, Mistress,” Anna says, not hesitating at the mistress part, now. Maybe the foolish woman thinks that all I require of her is a change in image, in that case she is in for a real surprise. “Anna, from now on, you will dress in a way that does justice to those curves of yours,” I say with a broad grin. “So get ready for some shopping and don’t forget to bring your wallet.” Disconnecting before she has a chance to reply, I spend the next half hour playing with my swollen clit, making it send wave after wave of pleasure through me as I think about Anna and the things I have in store for her.
Chapter 2
Joanne
“Anna,” I say disapprovingly when she appears in the doorway of her front door. “What did I say?”
“I, eh,” she starts and I slap her hard across her face. The first thing she does after a loud shriek escapes from between her lips, is look around in panic to see if there are any witnesses. She is lucky; in a quiet suburb at the end of
“You know,” Anna says softly, not wanting to say the words that hang unspoken between us but which we both know will be said sooner or later, no matter if she begs for a mercy she would be foolish to expect.
“You tell me, Anna,” I say, a jolt of pleasure shooting through my pussy, my fingers working my clit fast and hard. Just knowing I can do anything I want with this woman drives up the heat between my legs. Who said power is the ultimate aphrodisiac? It is true.
“You know,” Anna says again, sounding she is about to cry, and falls silent.
“Anna,” I say sternly, a tone I’ve never used on any adult before, like I‘m scolding a child, “if we are to communicate efficiently then I suggest you express yourself in a clear and concise way. Have I made myself clear?”
She is silent for a long time before she speaks again. The resignation in her voice telling me has already given up on talking me out of it. “Yes.”
“Then what is it that you are advising me not to do?”
“Blackmailing me,” she says softly. “Please don’t. Like I said, I was desperate and that wasn’t really me and not a day goes by that I don’t regret that decision.”
“And why shouldn’t I blackmail you, Anna?” I say trying to sound casual. Hard to do with both my heart pounding away excitedly and my leaking snatch throbbing.
“Joanne—” she starts but I instantly cut her off.
“Mistress, Anna. That is how you will address me, from now on, unless there are others around that we both know.”
“Please,” she says and I can tell she is crying now, and I don’t care. Instead, my pussy throbs that much harder. Poor Anna. “Mistress,” she adds within two seconds. With the unspoken threat of what will happen without her full compliance, we both know there is nothing she can do. Either the whole neighborhood will find those pictures in the mailbox, together with her fellow church members, as well anyone looking her up on the net, or she will accept her new status in life as my pet. Sometimes life presents us with choices that are as simple as that.
“Anna, there is something we need to discuss,” I say slowly.
“Yes,” Anna says after another pause, again adding, “Mistress,” after a short pause.
“The way you dress sucks ass, girl.”
“I am sorry,” Anna says and actually sound genuinely apologetic. I guess at this stage, she is genuinely interested in making me happy, I know I would be if I were in her place. The mistress part follows faster this time, but still with the undertone of resentment. She’ll get used to it, though.
“But I am certain with some effort that can be fixed,” I say as I shudder when my throbbing clit sends another wave of pleasure through me. Part of me can’t believe I am doing this to another woman, let alone Mrs. Kelly. Another part is jumping up and down with excitement and doing backflips.
“Of course, Mistress,” Anna says, not hesitating at the mistress part, now. Maybe the foolish woman thinks that all I require of her is a change in image, in that case she is in for a real surprise. “Anna, from now on, you will dress in a way that does justice to those curves of yours,” I say with a broad grin. “So get ready for some shopping and don’t forget to bring your wallet.” Disconnecting before she has a chance to reply, I spend the next half hour playing with my swollen clit, making it send wave after wave of pleasure through me as I think about Anna and the things I have in store for her.
Chapter 2
Joanne
“Anna,” I say disapprovingly when she appears in the doorway of her front door. “What did I say?”
“I, eh,” she starts and I slap her hard across her face. The first thing she does after a loud shriek escapes from between her lips, is look around in panic to see if there are any witnesses. She is lucky; in a quiet suburb at the end of
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