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Joy C. James
Becoming Her Bitch (Erotica, Lesbian, Sex, Slave, Spanking)
Becoming Her Bitch (Erotica, Lesbian, Sex, Slave, Spanking)
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In this 4,000 word short story, when Fiona walks into a run-down bar as her last stop of the night, she doesn't expect it to be a lesbian bar, and she doesn't expect a sexy and hard dyke to take one look at her and decide to make Fiona her newest bitch. But soon enough, she finds herself bent over a table for a spanking, and can't help but feel strangely excited at becoming this cruelly beautiful dyke's sex slave. Mature audiences only.
-EXCERPT-
I collided against the table, and it doubled me over, sending my ass pointing upward, up to the sky. She pressed me down, my body shoved hard against the table, my breasts crushed, slightly painfully, by the hard wood. For a moment, I tried to push against her, but that only elicited the woman to laugh, mocking me with her cold and savage tone. The laugh made me shiver, almost made me moan.
Even in the state I was in, though, I managed to gasp out, “No, please, just... I'm sorry I insulted you, okay?! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I didn't!”
She definitely wasn't buying it. “Aww, poor baby. Don't worry. It won't hurt too bad.”
“Please, please, no,” I continued, almost blubbering now. “Do you want money? I can give you money...”
“Oh, I definitely don't want money, bitch,” she replied, brushing her fingers along my ass. “Mmm. Not after I saw this. Let's start your first lesson, pumpkin. My name isn't 'bitch'. My name is Shane. But you can call me mistress. Understood?”
Mistress. It was such a strange command, but it also sounded... right. She was definitely dominating me, controlling me. I couldn't do anything without her say-so. She held me down hard, showed her power with every second this went on. But it wasn't just physical control – she had some sort of power over me, something that I couldn't deny, no matter how much I tried to resist it. I wanted to call her mistress, wanted to beg for her to dominate me. How could she be doing this to me?
-EXCERPT-
I collided against the table, and it doubled me over, sending my ass pointing upward, up to the sky. She pressed me down, my body shoved hard against the table, my breasts crushed, slightly painfully, by the hard wood. For a moment, I tried to push against her, but that only elicited the woman to laugh, mocking me with her cold and savage tone. The laugh made me shiver, almost made me moan.
Even in the state I was in, though, I managed to gasp out, “No, please, just... I'm sorry I insulted you, okay?! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! I didn't!”
She definitely wasn't buying it. “Aww, poor baby. Don't worry. It won't hurt too bad.”
“Please, please, no,” I continued, almost blubbering now. “Do you want money? I can give you money...”
“Oh, I definitely don't want money, bitch,” she replied, brushing her fingers along my ass. “Mmm. Not after I saw this. Let's start your first lesson, pumpkin. My name isn't 'bitch'. My name is Shane. But you can call me mistress. Understood?”
Mistress. It was such a strange command, but it also sounded... right. She was definitely dominating me, controlling me. I couldn't do anything without her say-so. She held me down hard, showed her power with every second this went on. But it wasn't just physical control – she had some sort of power over me, something that I couldn't deny, no matter how much I tried to resist it. I wanted to call her mistress, wanted to beg for her to dominate me. How could she be doing this to me?
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