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Collected by Djian
updated marts 20 - 2009
Another Mattwatt story | Mrs. Swanson's Submission | Joan Mistake | Vanessa's Reality | Vanessa and the Boys
WARNING: This story contains strong themes of coercion and forced
sexual behavior. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS only,
and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar
behavior.
M+/f, D/S, humil exhib, bnd, Gang Bang, spank, rough
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Mrs. Swanson's Submission
By mattwatt
wattmattwatt43@gmail.com
Chapter 9
Kristen brooded over the event for a few days. She dwelt on it and her feelings. Although she was discovering that she questioned her behavior less and less. The bottom line for her was that she absolutely loved the way she had been treated. She fought that notion but it was always there, kind of staring her in the face.
These musings were always accompanied by the question: "What is next?" It as always there at the end of the thoughts, much like her fingers in inevitably in her pussy playing.
Then she got a phone call from Jennie. It was early and Ned had gone to the bank.
Kristen answered, and was flustered to find that Jennie was calling.
"Hey there," Jennie began, "How's my whore?"
"I ... I'm fine, uh, Jennie; how are you?"
Jennie cut in with more of a threat in her voice: "What did you call me?"
Kristen winced as though she were slapped. "I'm so sorry, ma'am; you caught me by surprise. I will certainly remember myself in the future."
"Good," Jennie said, "Are you all recovered from our little outing?"
"Oh, yes, ma'am," Kristen said quickly.
"Well," Jennie continued, "I want to come over and see you now; I want to talk to you about what you said the other night."
"Uh, now, ma'am?" Kristen asked politely.
"Yes, now," Jennie demanded. "I want you to wear a short skirt, heels and a tee shirt. Clear?"
"Very," was Kristen's answer. "May I ask a question?"
"Yes," she said
"What about my underwear?" She asked in a voice so timid that she herself hardly recognized it.
"Panties only,"was Jennie's quick decision.
Kristen hung up and got ready. She discovered herself to be really wet between the thighs already. She knew that she was sinking further and further into this, and certainly a great part of her loved it.
She rang the door bell only a little later. When Kristen opened the door, Jennie stood there. She made no move to close the door or allow it to be closed. People could look in.
"Kneel and kiss my hand," she ordered.
Kristen did as she was told, kissing first one hand and then the other.
"Stand," Jennie said and Kristen rose to her feet.
Without further prompting, Kristen said to her: "I want to thank you again for the other night; it was a kind of a fantasy come true for me. I hope that I can do something to say a proper 'thank you."
(She blushed, when she said this.)
"I think we can arrange that," was Jennie's smiling answer.
It gave Kristen a kind of bad feeling but she realized that she was way into this by now and backing out was not an option.
"Come let's talk," she said, motioning for Kristen to go ahead of her.
"You need to learn to swing your ass and hips more, when you walk," she commented.
Kristen looked at her and said: "I will try to do that, ma'am."
"No, not try," she almost shouted, grabbing Kristen's arm and shaking her hard. "Do it. Go to the door, open it, walk out to the sidewalk and walk back in here, and swing your ass! One foot in front of the other; move it, shake it, show it off, cunt!"
Kristen scuttled out the door and did as she was told. She also had to admit that the method of walking that she prescribed really felt good. She was smiling, when she got inside again.
Kristen looked at her and said: "Thank you, ma'am; that really felt good, very good."
"I thought so," Jennie laughed, "You're such a slut."
"I know," was Kristen's only response to her.
"Now come here and sit; I'll tell you how it's going to be."
Kristen did as she was told. She wondered what Jennie actually wanted, and kind of dreaded finding out but then she went on and she did find out.
"There's something that I want from you today" Jennie said.
"Yes, ma'am," Kristen answered politely, "What is that?"
Jennie grinned an unpleasant grin and said: "I want to fight again; I find that I really, really enjoyed that; I enjoyed kicking your ass and forcing your clothes off."
Before she knew it, Kristen was crying. This made Jennie laugh.
"Now, now, you pussy," she said still grinning. "Maybe you'll get lucky."
Kristen sobbed and told her through the tears: "But I don't want to fight you."
"I know," Jennie answered, "But I'll add some incentive for you. "Not only will you have to do me, eat me, if you lose the fight but, if you lose the fight, then I'm going to give you to Karl for a full morning. He's really pissed about being forced to leave while you were fucking my boyfriend. He'll come here and you'll do whatever he tells you to do."
Then to her tears was added a major measure of fright. Kristen knew what was about to happen and didn't know what to do about it.
Then Jennie surprised Kristen. She stood up and took off her shirt and her jeans. She stood in the middle of the room wearing only a pair of pink panties. She young, in shape, athletic and gorgeous.
Kristen stood up and made one step toward the kitchen. She really didn't know if she intended to leave or what she was doing. She was frightened and turned on and more frightened. Her back was just barely turned when Jennie made a furious noise, grabbed a hunk of Kristen's hair and pulled her backwards off of her feet.
Kristen rolled just a bit and struggled to her hands and knees, when Jennie kicked her in the ass and sent her sprawling.
Jennie moved with alarming quickness and before Kristen had time to regroup herself, Jennie had a hold of Kristen's skirt and snatched it from her. It was a replay, almost an exact replay of the beating that Kristen had taken the other day.
Kristen turned to her to submit now, opening her mouth to say so but Jennie pushed her foot into Kristen's side and pushed her off balance toward the couch.
Kristen landed on her back and Jennie was on her in no time. She held Kristen's hands up in the air and wrenched the tee shirt from me, pulling it up until it entwined my hands and wrists, pinning them together. Then she ripped the t shirt off totally, allowing Kristen's large tits to swing free.
"Look at you, you big panty waisted wuss," Jennie taunted. She slapped Kristen's face and that brought tears again.
It was then that Kristen gave in totally. She simply lost her head and could hardly even recognize her own voice.
Kristen said to her, frantically: "Yes, yes, of course, I'm yours. Slap me, beat me, hurt me. Of course, I'll be totally available to Karl. Because you tell me to; I'll do it for that reason. I'll be his cock sucking slave for the morning, and he can fuck me or beat me or piss in my mouth. I just won't care; but I'll do it because you tell me to."
Kristen was frantic with lust. Jennie moved off of her and propped up her ass, now covered only by her panties and began to slap Kristen's ass. The spanking hurt but not nearly enough.
Kristen's mind was cast back on the clearing and the use of her the other day.
"No, no, please," Kristen cried out to her, still sliding down farther and farther into what was happening to her, letting her body simply take over, "Use something bigger, use something hard."
She was gone only a second or two, and Kristen simply waited for her where she was. She didn't move. She didn't dare.
When Jennie got back she was chuckling to herself. She was laughing about what a slut Kristen was. She picked Kristen up, almost bodily and stretched her over the arm of the couch. Now Kristen's panty covered ass was up in the air for her to use.
Jennie swung the paddle she'd found and the pain was furious. Kristen cried out with the searing, lovely torture of it.
"Can't have that," Jennie said, slipping her own panties off. She stuffed her panties into Kristen's mouth and Kristen sucked on them to taste her, as the spanking with the paddle continued.
Jennie got her to the point, red assed, and red faced, with the spanking, that Kristen promised to faithfully be her sex slave, doing whatever she was told, with whomever and when ever. And she meant it.
Then Jennie laughed and went to a chair on the other side of the room and simply beckoned Kristen to crawl to her and perform for her sexually.
Kristen did, even enjoying the crawling. When she arrived at where Jennie sat, she raised her face in a smile.
Jennie mouthed the words: 'You're mine!'
Kristen shook her head 'yes' and buried her face in Jennie's thighs, and began to stick out her tongue and lapp at the lips of her pussy. Kristen moved into position and could tell from her semi animal noises that she was succeeding in pleasing Jennie.
Kristen pushed her lips and tongue farther into Jennie's pussy and captured the nub of her clit between her lips. Holding on to it, Kristen began to hum around it.
Jennie went wild. She grabbed Kristen by the hair and rasped at her: 'Where in hell did you ever learn that?"
Kristen raised her head, smiling, and said: "I have fantasized about being, you know, a sex slave, forever. I practiced these kinds of things in my mind."
Jennie's answer was a brief laugh and then she pushed Kristen's head back into her pussy, and she resumed. In just a little bit, her face now slick with Jennie's wetness, she adjusted Jennie's hips. She let Kristen move her around until she was now facing Jennie's asshole.
Kristen licked up and down the surface of her ass, raising her head to say to Jennie: "You smell so nice."
"Eat me," was Jennie's almost disturbed command.
Kristen reached under her to rub her hand along Jennie's pussy and over her clit again, and dove into the cleft of her ass with her nose and tongue.
Kristen licked deeply and slowly, gradually getting her tongue all the way to the nub of her asshole and pushing it in. Now Jennie was bucking and groaning. She flipped around then and grasped Kristen's head with both hands, pulling her lips back into the wetness of her pussy.
Kristen sucked her way into her clit again, licking both side of her pussy lips as she went, and then Jennie was cumming, making Kristen's face wet, sending her own cum into Kristen's mouth. Kristen knew that she was more hers at that moment than she had ever been anyone else's.
They settled there for a time of rest. Kristen's head was in Jennie's lap, where she periodically moved a bit to the side so that she cold kiss Jennie's pussy hair.
Jennie's hand trailed down the front of Kristen's body and grasped a nipple. At first she pinched lightly but then, changing her mind apparently, she pinched the nipple that she held with ferocity.
It caused Kristen to cry out but she only pinched harder. She cried out that much more.
Jennie whispered to me then: "I love to hear you make those sweet distress noises. It almost makes me want to be here, when you have your time with Karl. He can be ferocious, when he's mad."
Kristen was overwhelmed by that. It seemed to become the very last kind of straw in the whole load. She began to cry, turning and sobbing into Jennie's pussy.
Jennie laughed and grasped the other nipple and started to pinch the other one.
Kristen cried for a bit, wetting Jennie's pussy now with her tears.
She chuckled through it all, saying to Kristen: "I know how much you like this! Don't you? Admit it."
"I do, damn, damn," came Kristen's answer. "I do like this. I am afraid of Karl but just thinking about him now makes me wet and wetter."
Then Jennie opened her legs wide and grabbed Kristen by the hair and said: "Do it again now, slut."
Kristen nestled into her pussy and began my humming into her pussy again. During the process this time, Kristen reached up and caressed Jennie's nipples, which stood out, hard and firm. She worked until she brought Jennie to an orgasm again.