Cj & Me
Copyright© 2025 by Arking
Chapter 15
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15 - This is our story, CJ, a teenager, and a very much older woman, me. How we met, how we connected, how we coped with the many dramas such a relationship can have. Through heartache and pain, and so many happy moments, there are some very erotic sexual passages, all blended into the context of a life's journey. If you like, consider The OWLs Club and Hannah's Way.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Consensual Reluctant Romantic Lesbian Fiction BDSM DomSub Rough Oral Sex Violence
She leaned in kissed her again and released her from her restraints.
Macca was laughing, smiling, crying all at once. While Margaret was sitting at my feet her head bowed. I stroked her hair and asked, “Are you OK?” She had tears of joy running down her cheeks, the ones you see at weddings and christenings.
“Yes, Mistress.”
That was the second time she had said that and I was about to challenge her on it when Lee stepped forward.
“Margaret, stand up please, did you make Bobbi cum?”
“Yes, Mistress” as Lee looked at me, and the wide smile on my face must have met with her approval.
“Good girl Maggie. Keep that up and who knows you may earn Bobbi’s collar one day. Isn’t that right Bobbi?”
The silence was deafening.
“Not happy with her Bobbi?” Lee asked me.
“It’s not that at all, she is very good at what she was doing to me, very good in fact. But I’m no Mistress! I have no idea how a Mistress should behave.”
Lee smiled and stroked the back of a finger down my cheek as I cocked my head in appreciation of her touch.
“My dear, Mistress isn’t made or choose to be a Mistress. Either you are or you aren’t, and you Roberta are a Mistress. Isn’t that right Maggie?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
I looked a little perplexed, thinking quickly, “But how do I behave like a Mistress?” I asked.
“Bobbi, just be yourself.” She said, then turned to Margaret. “Margaret, tell me did anyone tell you before you met Mistress Bobbi that she was a Mistress?”
“No Mistress.”
“Then how did you know she was if no one told you?” Lee asked her.
“I just knew Mistress, she has that look about her, that air, that confidence that told me she was a Mistress. That she is special.”
I blushed, not knowing what to think, do or say. I turned to Macca and asked. “Did you know?”
Her chin fell to her chest, her eyes not meeting mine then Lee said “You may answer”
“Yes Mistress Bobbi, I felt it too, a long time ago, several years.”
I was stunned and bewildered. I sat back down in the armchair which was still wet. I looked around the room and silently asked, “Is there a towel I can use?”
Margaret quickly went into the side room and returned with a towel, she handed it to me. At which point Lee stepped closer and looked straight into Margaret’s eyes, “Do you expect a Mistress to clean up her mess? What sort of sub would you make? No wonder no one has collared you.” There was anger in her voice.
With that, her head dropped and she knelt and started to mop up the mess I had made earlier. When she had finished, Lee looked at me and using her eyes asked me to take charge.