Sara McNeil:A New Beginning

Sara McNeil:A New Beginning

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Sara McNeil is excited about spending her first summer break with her Mistress, Yvonne. Sara is expecting a quiet summer with her Mistress. Her Mistress has other plans for her young submissive. Sara is taken to a dungeon where she is to be taught how to properly serve her Mistress. Just before her training begins Sara is confronted with a ghost from her past. To make matters worse Sara becomes the unwitting target of another admirer. He is willing to treat her like the true submissive, locked deep inside of her. Mistress Yvonne enlists the help of Sara’s greatest enemy to humiliate and degrade Sara and teach her once and for all who her true Mistress is.

Summary

Sara McNeil is excited about spending her first summer break with her Mistress, Yvonne. Sara is expecting a quiet summer with her Mistress. Her Mistress has other plans for her young submissive. Sara is taken to a dungeon where she is to be taught how to properly serve her Mistress. Just before her training begins Sara is confronted with a ghost from her past. To make matters worse Sara becomes the unwitting target of another admirer. He is willing to treat her like the true submissive, locked deep inside of her. Mistress Yvonne enlists the help of Sara’s greatest enemy to humiliate and degrade Sara and teach her once and for all who her true Mistress is.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Sara McNeil:A New Beginning

Author Chapter Note

Sara McNeil is excited about spending her first summer break with her Mistress, Yvonne. Sara is expecting a quiet summer with her Mistress. Her Mistress has other plans for her young submissive. Sara is taken to a dungeon where she is to be taught how to properly serve her Mistress. Just before her training begins Sara is confronted with a ghost from her past. To make matters worse Sara becomes the unwitting target of another admirer. He is willing to treat her like the true submissive, locked deep inside of her. Mistress Yvonne enlists the help of Sara’s greatest enemy to humiliate and degrade Sara and teach her once and for all who her true Mistress is.

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 25, 2012

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Justine glanced over at me, “Do you plan on showering in your clothes?”

“No. I’ll just wait until you’re done.”

“Bitch, get your silly ass undressed. We don’t have time to shower separately. When Mistress is like this it doesn’t take much to piss her off.”

I stood up and started undressing. Although I no longer had the fear of Mistress Kimberly I had when I first met her, I still get nervous around her and I may have already pissed her off.

Now I enjoy a steamy shower, but I never had a shower spill steam out of the door before I get in. I have never been on a shower quite like this one before. It had four shower heads, one in the front, one in the back and two on the side. The shower heads on the side detached so you can move it all around your body. Each of the heads could be set to pulsate.

Justine turned so I can wash her back. I poured some body soap onto one of those organic sponges and soaped down her back. I was going to stop at her lower back, but she slightly stuck her ass out and I couldn’t resist. I knelt down and soaped her tight ass. She spread her legs apart as I slowly worked my way down between her thighs. I so wanted her, but I dared not risk it.

Justine let out a frustrated sigh, turned around and pulled me up by my hair. She pushed me backwards and pinned me against the back of the shower wall. The water from the nozzle above us ran down over my head and face.

Justine pressed her body against mine forcing her right leg between my legs, forcing me to spread my legs and expose my throbbing pussy to the mercy of her probing fingers. I opened my mouth to protest (well maybe not to protest) and she leaned in and kissed me full on the mouth. Her tongue invaded my open mouth.

She removed her fingers from deep inside me and shoved them into my mouth, forcing me to suck my juices from her fingers. That wasn’t so bad, it was just unexpected. What was even more unexpected was when she spun me around and pushed me face first into the shower wall.

She soaped my back with the organic sponge. She worked her way down pass my ass and spread my legs apart. She gripped my ass cheeks and spread them so far apart I could feel the warm water run across my opened ass hole. Her narrow tongue quickly invaded my parted anus.

I knew I should have resisted, but I bit down on my lower lip, arched my back and offered my ass up to her freely and willingly. It felt strange to have her tongue invade my ass hole so deep. I could feel myself on the verge of a full orgasm. I was so close to orgasm I could feel my legs weakening beneath me.

I lost it when she pulled my hips out and invaded my cunt with her tongue. I don’t know how but she held me securely in place as my entire body quivered and quaked as my insides erupted in pleasure and passion.

She stood up, turned me around and pinned me against the shower wall. She slowly and seductively licked my juices from around her lips, while holding me securely by the back of my hair.

Justine lifted her long right leg up against the shower wall. Her foot was almost even with my shoulder. She forced me down to my knees and forced my face between her legs. The fully extended leg left her pussy open. I could smell her sex as she forced my mouth over her slimy cunt.

I had forgotten how wet Justine can get. I lapped up every drop of her creamy cum. I don’t know how she held her balance. I could feel her body quiver as my tongue circled her exposed clitoris.

We were so into the moment neither of us heard Mistress Kimberly enter the bathroom. I don’t know how long she was standing there, if she came in, left and returned again or if she even gave warning.

I do however remember the crack of the leather strap landing squarely across Justine’s wet ass. The first volley took Justine’s breath away. She gasped, but no sound came out. I retreated to the far corner and watched helplessly as Mistress Kimberly pulled Justine out of the shower by her hair and landed four additional strokes of the strap full force against her ass, which were just barely beginning to bring forth the red marks from the first four smacks.

“What in the fuck are the two of you thinking?” Mistress Kimberly screeched. She turned off the shower, reached in and pulled me out by my hair. As she dragged me out of the shower she landed four hard strokes of the strap against my soaked ass. I never felt as much pain in my life. My eyes instantly tear up. By the time I was out of the shower, I was face down on the floor and my ass was on fire from another volley from her strap.

“Get your fucking asses in the room now!” I have never seen Mistress Kimberly this angry before. “Stand in the middle of the room with your hands on top of your heads.”

I never ran so fast in my life. I dare not touch my ass. We both obeyed her without wasting another moment. We knew what was about to come and there was no need in making it worse than it had to be.

Mistress Kimberly waste no time and lays into Justine’s ass. The crack of the strap echoes throughout the room. I watch in fear as Justine struggled to hold her position as she cried out in pain.

“I send you in to shower and the two of you are fucking around.”

She quickly turned her attention to my ass. I don’t know how many strokes she gave me. All I know is that they came hard and fast. I was sobbing like a baby. All I wanted to do was runaway to some corner and rub my bottom. But I dare not move from my position.

Finally she stopped. “If tonight wasn’t so important I would strap every inch of your bodies and not just your worthless asses.” Mistress Kimberly points to the bed where our outfits are laid out. “Justy your outfit is at the head of the bed. I want the both of you dressed and in the living room in two minutes.” Mistress Kimberly slammed the door behind her as she left.

There wasn’t much to the outfits. They were identical with the exception that they were custom fitted to our exact measurements. We each had black rubber mini-skirts and bras and black patent leather knee high boots. We were not given panties to wear. The tight rubber mini-skirts insured that our raw asses reminded us of our misdeeds with every movement. It didn’t matter if we moved or stood still, without panties the mini-skirts stuck firmly to our asses.

Mistress Kimberly took better care with her aim than I imagined. There was no sign that we had been strapped until we leaned forward and exposed our ass cheeks.

We didn’t say a word, we just got dressed. I followed Justine into the living room. Justine walked to the center of the room and faced the sofa. She knelt down and rested her ass on her heels. Her hands laid flat on her knees and her back was straight, her head up and she looked forward. I took up the same position. My heels dug into my still throbbing ass, but I dare not move or make a sound.


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