I Am Such A Good Girl by Mistress Rikka

Erotic Fantasy Only: All characters, places and events are fictional.

She is on all fours with a tongue in her sweet ass. The tongue of a strange man still wearing his dark blue business suit with a yellow tie: the tongue of a strange man whom she has never met before. A cock in her mouth, her luscious red lips sliding back and forth along the head and shaft, the taste of pre cum in her mouth. Gentle kisses on her neck. The scent of another woman fills her every breath as a beautiful blond caresses her back, her arms, and her neck. Gentle kisses while she sucks cock and slowly lifts and spreads her ass wider allowing the strange man’s tongue to penetrate her deeper. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees her Mistress watching, watching her every move, and she thinks to herself “I am such a good girl.”

And she is such a good girl. Every morning she carefully selects her outfit. A tight fitting black or gray skirt that ends just below her knees, a white button down blouse that barely yet teasingly gives the slightest glimpse of what lies beneath, and stockings always with a black line running from the base of her foot along the back of her leg to her upper thigh. Perfectly centered of course. Black high heel shoes complete her exterior outfit, sometimes open toe sometimes closed. But it is what’s underneath that she pays the most attention to. Hand made lace panties from France, garter belts, push-up bras: each item carefully selected. On the outside, she appears to be a very attractive conservative young woman with her past the knee skirts and loose blouses, but beneath the surface, she is a sensual creature longing to be owned, longing to be dominated.

Sometimes her Master sends her to the office with specific instructions and she always follows his commands because she is such a good girl. A butt plug to be worn all day is greeted with obedient enthusiasm. She will quietly sit at her desk, typing away on her computer, smiling as her co-workers pass her desk, eagerly jumping up to fetch coffee or perform errands for her boss and all the while, feeling that constant deep penetration within her, feeling that ever present ownership and anxiously awaiting for the day to end so she can tell her Master what a good girl she had been for him. And he always rewards her. It doesn’t matter how. It is not her place to ask how she will be rewarded. She is simply grateful to receive whatever he gives her or whatever he does with her.

Although she loves the discipline and touch of her Master, she craves the discipline and touch of a woman, so when her Master feels she deserves a special treat he brings her to her Mistress. One day, as she climbs the steps to the front door of her Mistress’s home, Master smiling behind her, she is greeted by an unknown woman: a woman with shoulder length blond hair, big blue eyes, fair skin and a slender frame. She wears a black lace bra with matching panties and nothing else other than the playful smile on her face.

Inside her Mistress’s home, salt-rimmed glasses and a pitcher of margaritas sit on the living room table. Music playing, candles lit, her Mistress emerges from her bedroom dressed only in black thigh high boots with the same playful smile on her face. What this good girl does not know is that her Mistress is training her beautiful blond girlfriend. She has never dominated a woman and today she will learn the art of female domination under the Mistress’s watchful eye. She will also learn the art of female strap-on play under the Mistress’s eager watchful eye.

After a few drinks, inhibitions drip away and they all walk to the back room, the dungeon, where the good girl’s clothing is peeled away. A cream colored skirt with matching blouse are slowly removed revealing her impeccable taste in under garments. Hand stitched and French from the panties to the garter belt to the bra and even the lace at the top of her stockings. Everything is in order and she proves herself to once again be a very well disciplined good girl.

While her Master watches, the Mistress begins training the blond woman. The good girl is tied tightly to a bar above her head: hands high, wrists restrained, legs spread: the good girl is vulnerable and wet. Wet from her feeling of helplessness. Wet from her longing to please. Wet from her desire for discipline. She closes her eyes, lets her head fall back, her brown hair swaying along her back and with each lick of the flogger she moans louder and louder.

A flogger, a cane, and a crop: one works her backside. Nipple clamps, vibrators, and hot wax: one works her front side. So many sensations and with each sensation a layer of control breaks away until finally she is in another world. Almost like a dream state, she is completely helpless and exposed. It is an erotic state of ecstasy for her to let go of everything and be owned, be dominated, be punished and pleasured at the same time.

Exhausted, she is carried into the Mistress’s bedroom. Placed on the bed, she lies on her stomach and her ass is propped up with a pillow. Someone spreads her legs wide but she does not know whom. Her eyes are closed and her sense of self has disappeared. She will allow anything to happen to her now. She knows she is safe and she knows she will be pleasured, so she surrenders without a fight and awaits the next sensation with open legs.

The blond slowly inserts her cock, her 8-inch strap-on, into the good girl’s tight pussy. She moans, tightens and then relaxes. She knows resisting will prevent the pleasure she seeks. Opening her eyes slowly, she allows the blond to fuck her to orgasm. Taking a break while the two women and the man massage and pamper her, she spreads again for a second time. This time, her Mistress kisses her lips while the good girl is being fucked from behind. Her Mistress’s tongue slides across her lips and into her mouth. She can still taste tequila and salt on her Mistress.

Closing her eyes again, something wet presses against her lips and without thinking she opens her mouth and accepts this new gift. It is her Master’s cock. With every thrust from the blond woman, her Master’s cock goes deeper and deeper into her mouth until she cums.

The blond pulls her cock out of the dripping wet pussy, crawls along the side of the bed and rests her firm body next to the good girl sucking her Master’s cock. The sound of footsteps are heard from the hallway. The good girl thinks it must be her Mistress when suddenly she feels warm masculine hands spreading her ass wide. Looking around, she sees a man she has never met before. Handsome and dressed in a business suit, he smiles a wicked and devious smile at her and then proceeds to lower his head toward her ass never loosing eye contact with her. Sticking his tongue out as far as it will go, he begins licking until he is inside of her ass. A sigh of pleasure emerges from the good girl’s mouth and she obediently returns to sucking cock.

Ass high in the air, tongue in her ass, cock in her mouth, her neck being kissed by a beautiful blond, she looks to her side and sees her Mistress watching all of the activities unfold. They are her puppets and they are all here to amuse and please the Mistress. Unknowingly or knowingly, it does not matter, for everyone is on stage for the Mistress performing acts directed by her and for her. And as the good girl resumes her performance, she notices the Mistress’s legs are spread wide and she is playing with her pussy. Realizing how much she has pleased her Mistress, she thinks to herself “I am such a good girl.”

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