Pathways to Submission: Sally
Copyright© 2023 by Rachael Jane
Chapter 23: Lines that Blur
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 23: Lines that Blur - Sally is a young woman looking for a new job. A chance meeting on a crowded bus introduces her to Penelope, a professional dominatrix. Penelope needs an assistant, and although Sally is naturally submissive and not ideal what Penelope wants, she asks Sally to call her. Sally is soon in Penelope's thrall.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Reluctant Slavery Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Interracial Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Illustrated
Over the next few weeks, my triangular relationship with Mistress Penelope and Freya settles into a workable arrangement. Freya has shown a strong liking for bondage and discipline during her sessions with me, and Mistress Penelope has allowed me to borrow a few portable items from the dungeon when they aren’t otherwise needed.
While I remain under Mistress Penelope’s thrall at all times, she grants me four two-hour periods each week for me to meet with Freya. Freya can easily accommodate the irregular timing of those two hour sessions, and I rarely need to cancel a session with Freya at short notice. I think Freya would like longer and more frequent bondage and discipline sessions, but she’s too shy to ask.
My living arrangement with Mistress Penelope also becomes more settled, although there are times when I wish she would be more intimate with me. She happily brings me to an orgasm during our games together, but always using devices, or by having me frig myself senseless. Even though tight bondage and discipline are often features of her sessions with clients, she rarely goes beyond the use of a harness and cuffs with me. Similarly, the aggressive humiliation and shaming that some of her client’s endure rarely extends into our own relationship.
That’s not to say that I’m allowed an easy life. I’m expected to work hard at both work and home, and I’m rewarded with sexual pleasure only when I achieve the expected level of performance. Strangely I find that regime rewarding in itself, and it spurs me onto greater effort. I can bring myself to the threshold of an orgasm in more ways than I could previously, and either peak or defuse my pending eruption at Mistress Penelope’s command ... usually.
Our domestic routine is well structured. Essentially I’m Mistress Penelope’s slave-maid, attending to all the routine household chores. Most of the residents of the apartment block have seen me in my red vinyl maid’s outfit at one time or another. Griff continues to sneer at me and refer to me as ‘trailer trash’, while the woman in Apartment Ten looks at me as though I’m a deranged monster, and she refuses to talk to me. The other residents will at least speak to me with reactions ranging from lust to disapproval of my chosen lifestyle. I suspect that Mistress Penelope’s occupation isn’t as secret as she perhaps believes.
Freya is adapting her own lifestyle to accommodate our developing relationship. She regularly wears the black leather collar she has purchased at my request, even when I’m not there. The style of clothing she wears during our sessions is still something that is a work-in-progress.
What I had never anticipated when I became Freya’s Domina, is the level of interest Mistress Penelope would have in Freya’s and my sessions. I regard myself as a novice dominatrix, learning the technique from observing Mistress Penelope. I’m naturally submissive, so being at the opposite end of a dominant-submissive relationship feels strange to me.
“Don’t underestimate your ability to understand what is needed to be a good dominatrix,” says Mistress Penelope to me one evening.
That I’m lying on a spongy rubber mat on the floor with my arms bound to the sides of my harness, and my legs splayed wide revealing my naked cunt, doesn’t strike Mistress Penelope as a strange time to be discussing my role as a dominatrix.
“Tell me what you would do next if you were standing where I am now, with Freya lying naked and bound at your feet?”
I could provide a stock answer like ‘whatever pleases me Mistress’, but I’ve come to appreciate that being a dominatrix isn’t solely about pleasing oneself. A relationship that stands any chance of surviving more than a few sessions needs both parties to be satisfied. I reflect on my brief dom-sub relationship with my former flatmate Christy. That was a case of Christy satisfying her own dominant needs without any consideration of mine.
“I would tease Freya’s cunt until it is wet with desire, Mistress,” I reply, sensing that it is what I am quietly hoping will happen now.
“Hmmm. You would do that in preference to teasing her nipples ... or taking a paddle to that exposed cunt?”
“A paddle would be one way to tease Freya’s cunt, Mistress. However, she responds better to fingers or a vibrator. As for her nipples, then she finds teasing them irritating rather than erotic.”
“Unlike you. You like your titties being mauled and abused, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mistress. Freya and I differ in that respect.”
“See. You have the making of an excellent dominatrix. You understand your submissive, and know the importance of mutual rewards from the relationship. Now arouse yourself without moving off the mat. If you can, bring yourself to an orgasm and prove what a dirty sex loving whore you are.”
As much as I desire an orgasm, I’m initially stuck for a means of achieving one while I’m restrained as I am. However, my head is lying on a small latex covered cushion and I’ve previously practised humping a cushion to arouse myself. I wet an area of the cushion with my saliva before twisting myself into a position where I can get friction on my clit from the cushion. It isn’t an easy manoeuvre but I’m determined to succeed. A few minutes later I can feel my own juices starting to flow and lubricate the cushion. That makes my task easier, and before long I’m driving myself into the heady realms of an orgasm. I come with a satisfied sigh before collapsing from exhaustion.
I must have impressed Mistress Penelope as she promptly rewards me by using a vibrator to bring me to a second orgasm. That night I fall asleep feeling more contented than usual.
Not everything runs smoothly at work. The unusual marital arrangement between E and S, and their respective husbands, causes periodic friction. I’ve never spoken to the husbands, even though they invariably deliver and collect their wives for each session. E’s husband seems perfectly at ease with the strange arrangement, but S’s husband is less tolerant of his wife’s fetish for sexual stimulation through bondage.
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