Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Feeling I was on a quiz show with everyone watching and hoping I got the answer wrong, anxiety filled me as I realized I didn't want to displease her. I responded nervously, "Yes, I am."

"Good girl," she said like a mother would say to her little daughter if she did as she was told. She paused, leaving me hanging (I think on purpose) over what seemed like an eternity, "Do you ever want to taste my pussy again?"

My spine had a chill go down it and my pussy got a little wetter just from the question. My answer was obvious: of course I wanted to taste her again! She was my fantasy girl! Yet, at what cost? If I said yes, everything in my life would change: the whole school would know who I was and keeping my secret a secret would get a lot harder. That said, if I said no, I would never be allowed to please Karen again and I would remain the unpopular nobody I currently was. As my hand decided all on its own to influence my decision by rubbing my clit, I answered, "Yes."

"Yes, what?" Karen asked leadingly.

Knowing that what she wanted was my formal submission, I said, "Yes, I want to eat your pussy again."

"You will obey?"

"Yes, Mistress Karen, I will obey," I responded like a good little slave. I then pleaded, "But please don't humiliate me in public." "Mistress Karen, I like that. If you're a good lesbian pussy slave, I will make sure you're protected, my precious," Karen reassured. "Thank you, Mistress Karen," I said sincerely.

"I will pick you up at 8 o'clock tomorrow morning. I will have your PomPom outfit ready for you," she informed me.

"Understood, Mistress Karen," I answered obediently.

"You're getting my pussy wet," she said surprisingly. She then continued, "Be sure to wear those sexy stockings you were wearing on Saturday."

"Yes, Mistress Karen," I said, but asked, "Won't they be totally visible below the PomPom skirt?"

"Yes, of course they will," Karen responded casually.

"Oh," I said, slightly worried.

"Do you have a problem with that?" Karen asked.

"No, Mistress Karen," I responded, "It's just... I don't want the whole school to think I'm a tramp."

Karen let out a soft laugh, getting more excited by her developing plans as she went, "I'll have all the other PomPom girls and even the cheerleaders wearing the same thing. I'll wear the same thing too! That way you won't stand out. Plus, when you and your other Mistress wore them yesterday I found them to be a turn on. So the entire cheerleader squad will be wearing them and we'll start a new fashion revolution. Out with the old boring knee-high socks and in with the sexy thigh highs. You should feel special my pet, you're about to start a fashion craze."

"I am?" I asked, confused.

"Yes," she answered, "When others see the cheerleaders and me, the queen of the school, wearing thigh highs, they'll copy us. You just watch!"

"OK," I said demurely, believing her, "I will be ready and dressed as you requested, Mistress Karen."

"Fuck, I love being called that," Karen said, giving a soft moan.

I asked daringly, "Mistress Karen, are you masturbating because of me?"

"Yes," she moaned, "Tell me a story, my hot little lez, get me off."

"I can do that!" I said, really liking the idea of getting my dream girl off. I considered briefly before beginning, "So you are at school, Mistress Karen, and your pussy is all fired up. You text me while I am in class, demanding I go to the bathroom. I ask to be excused from my class and quickly head towards the bathroom. I knock on the door and you say 'get in here, slut'. I walk in and close the door, being sure to lock it. You then demand, 'Eat my pussy, my lez whore' and I get on my knees and dive into your pussy. You call me all sorts of dirty names as I get you off like a good slave should."

"Aaaaaaaaaah," Karen screamed into the phone as she had an orgasm from my dirty little story. Inside I felt a great joy and a spreading of warmth in my pussy as I knew I had pleased my mistress.

"Did I make you cum, Mistress Karen?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Yes, my pet," she panted into the phone, still breathing heavily.

"Thank you, Mistress Karen, for allowing me to help you cum. It is an honour to be responsible for your pleasure," I said sincerely, my hand still rubbing my own clit softly, but now I was more aware of it. "Mistress Karen?" I asked. "Yes, my slave," she asked, almost recovered from her orgasm.

"May I have your permission to cum?" I requested. "My other Mistress says I can't cum without permission anymore."

"Yes, my little tramp, cum for your Mistress, and do it now," she demanded.

I quickly rubbed my clit, faster and faster as I fantasized about all the things Karen might make me do. It took less than a minute and I moaned, "I'm cumming!" and let out an orgasmic moan.

Karen asked, "Did you cum, my dyke?"

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"Yes Mistress Karen, thank you for letting your lezzie slut have an orgasm," I responded blissfully.

"That wasn't much of a scream, a good lesbian should scream so the whole world knows she's having an orgasm."

"Sorry, Mistress Karen, but my mother is downstairs and I would hate for her to hear me in such a compromising position. She thinks I am her innocent, sweet, pure daughter and not a lesbian cunt slave," I explained. "Fair enough," Karen said, "But when you cum for me when we're alone, I expect the walls to shake."

"Of course, Mistress Karen," I agreed, "I will do whatever you ask of me."

"You're such a good little lez. What about Megan?" she asked.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Is she still your Mistress as well?" she asked,

"Yes Mistress Karen, Mistress Megan wants me to consider her my Head Mistress and if I understand her completely, she is your Mistress as well," I explained.

"Oh," she said thoughtfully, "Do you think Megan would take me as a slave?"

"Oh yes," I said, sure I was right.

"Well, when do you plan to see Mistress Megan next?"