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Miss Betty Lambourne

“Why don’t you just show me dear?”
So Suzy stood in the morning sunlight and began to run her middle finger up and down her slit. At last the old erotic feelings aroused by being naked with two fully dressed women, began flood back into her mind and soon the finger was slipping easy over the moist petals of her sex. She pressed gently against the side of her clitoris and slowly moved the soft wet tissue of her little oyster around and around, the pleasure rising all the time.
Looking up for the first time she saw Miss Lambourne looking at her closely, her wrinkled face quite flushed.
“Oh that’s lovely Suzy, now don’t get carried away dear … we’ve got work to do. Come with me.”
Taking the girl by the hand and kissing the wet fingers, Miss Lambourne led her from the room and down the long corridor.
Suzy’s mistress, sat back in her chair and waited. She heard a door closing somewhere in the cottage and then silence disturbed only the steady ticking of the clock and the muted sound of birdsong from outside the window.
Mistress P was still feeling stunned by the violence of the slap and she ached at the thought of what she was subjecting her girl to. She had grown so fond of her sub that causing her real pain was increasingly difficult.
The Mistress had lost track of time and she same in the warm room thinking about the girl she loved so much. Falling in love had not been on her agenda at the outset but it had happened and there was nothing that could be done about it. She knew she had done her best to guide Suzy in the right direction. From the start she had been delighted by the girl’s responsiveness, the speed with which she became aroused and the free and open way she displayed her body.
Suzy’s orgasmic response was nearly as powerful as her own and Mistress P could feel herself getting moist at the thought of all those times when Suzy had quivered and shaken in her Mistress’s arms as she reached her climax.
The reverie was shattered by the sound of a low guttural moan coming from down the corridor. Suzy’s mistress new it was her sub but it was an awful and primal sound she had never heard Suzy utter before. A few moments later it was repeated, for a longer period this time. Then, silence again.
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Interesting story. But a old woman as Domme is not easy to imagine.
Hi Amy:
I like your story; it reminds me the nice stories I read time ago of Roald Dahl, but with a strong lesbian background and point of view. Yes it is bold and a little scary as you pointed later, but I think is good stuff. Thanks for the story and pps.
P
Thanks P. It was a story I first started ages ago so I’m glad it’s ‘Out’.
Amy
It is all a bit strange Bibi, even for me. Seems to be part of my self though, the older woman…
How can you write that drivel? And that nasty old bitch needs to be killed and put out of her damned misery so she doesn’t inflict pain on anyone else ever again. Pam needs to be horse whipped for bringing the girl there. I know I don’t have to read it, it was my choice. Still the old bitch needs to be put out of her misery.
Exactly right. That is how my own Mistress reacted. Thank you for your support Dainty