Literotic asexstories – S.L – The Dominatrix by Becky_Sapphire,Becky_Sapphire
This is part of the ‘Sapphire Lane’ universe which is a collection of various series all set on Sapphire Lane, or at the nearby Ginerva Academy and Violet Liberal Arts College, each lesbian related but exploring different kinks. Each series is standalone but features cameos and potentially crossovers with other series.
The Story
January parked her Porsche on the front drive of her home at number 36 Sapphire Lane, a cul-de-sac in a wealthy suburb. The road ended in a square around a green which functioned as a private park for residents of the road, and January was proud she had one of the large, detached houses which overlooked it.
She stepped out of her car and walked to her front door, unlocking it and entering. Inside Amelia was knelt on the floor, patiently awaiting January’s return from work, and smiled up at the woman when the door opened. “Welcome home Mistress, did you have a good day at the office?”
Amelia was 25 years old, with a cheerful face, pretty in a ‘girl next door’ kind of way, that was surrounded by a big bush of curly ginger hair. She was short, with a slender body that was clothed in a pink miniskirt and a lacey white bra, as well as her black leather collar which only January had the key to remove.
“Yes, thank you kitten…” January glanced at herself in the hallway mirror. She was 45 years old, and stunningly beautiful in a sophisticated way with a thin face, unblemished white skin with a healthy pinkish glow to her cheeks, and shoulder length blonde hair which was done up in a tight bun that emphasised her authoritativeness. Her natural beauty was heightened by her subtle make-up which further accentuated her elegant features. She wore a knee length black pencil skirt, showing off her slender nylon-clad legs, and a pale salmon blouse that revealed just a little cleavage of her medium-small and perfectly firm breasts, exposed enough to be enticing whilst remaining professional for her job as a project manager at a data science firm in the nearby city.
January’s authoritative nature wasn’t just limited to her professional life, as she was also a dominant in her personal, and sexual, life which had shaped her household. Amelia craved submission, and had met January and her wife Sanna in a lesbian fetish bar one day when she was 20 years old. What had begun as threesomes where she was a submissive alongside Sanna to the dominant January, had grown into love between her and the two older woman, and five years later, Amelia was living with them as a 24/7 sex slave which was a dream come true to the young woman who couldn’t imagine a more wonderful existence to replace the drudgery of her previous life living in a tiny apartment and eking a living with low paying jobs as a waitress.
If three person marriages were legal, she would have become a wife to the two woman, but instead they had settled for an adult adoption, so Amelia was officially part of their family as the ‘daughter’ instead. Though a strange arrangement, she loved the closeness this gave her to the two woman, and made her more comfortable in her devotion to them as being a 24/7 sex slave was quite a commitment to make in life.
Amelia’s homophobic biological parents had disowned her at 18 when she came out as a lesbian, and she was amused to think how horrified they would be if they knew that not only was she attracted to woman, but she was also living an alternative sexual lifestyle. She didn’t really see January and Sanna as her ‘moms’ (though they referred to her as their adopted daughter to work colleagues who it’d be impossible to explain their kinky relationship to) but nevertheless the pair did provide her with maternal comfort in their relationship and felt more like family than her real parents ever did, whilst also looking after her financially as money was not something she had to ever concern herself with anymore. Her duties were to clean the house, do the grocery shopping and other errands, cook meals, and sexually service January, and the less dominant Sanna, anytime and anyway they desired.
January sat down on a chair besides the front door, and Amelia shuffled over and lovingly removed the woman’s high heels, carefully putting them on the shoe rack, and kissing the blonde’s nylon-clad feet to welcome her home. January affectionately patted her on the head and asked, “What have you’ve been preparing for dinner kitten?”
“Duck à l’Orange, with a side of green vegetables.” Amelia responded proudly.
“Sounds delicious.” January said and stood up as her wife Sanna entered. The woman was 37 years old, with beautiful pale blue eyes, a pretty smile, pale white skin, dark brown hair, and a body that was slender like January’s though with slighter breasts. She wasn’t as stunning as her blonde wife, not many people were, but she was still highly attractive and had a wholesome feel of alluring innocence like she went to church on Sunday rather than engaged in a kinky alternative sexual lifestyle.
She was dressed casually, as she had been working from home, in jeans and a black and white striped tee. The woman was originally from Finland, moving to America to work in the finance department of a company on a university placement, and ended up staying when she met January at a work event which started a romance, escalated by their discovery that Sanna enjoyed sexual submission whilst January thrived in domination, with the two ending up marrying. That was over a decade ago but not much in their relationship had changed, only deepened in love, with Amelia being an unexpected addition. She viewed the younger ginger woman, officially her adopted ‘daughter’, like a mixture between lover, little sister, and beloved housekeeper.
“Hi mussukka.” Sanna smiled and gave January a kiss, on the lips rather than on the feet like Amelia. “Has piglet been telling you all about her new dish?”
‘Piglet’ was Sanna’s pet name for Amelia, while January tended to call her ‘kitten’.
“Hello dear, yes she seems quite excited about it. Hope it goes better than that disastrous Salmon en croûte!” January laughed.
“Hey that was one time!” Amelia, knelt between the two women, said mock-indignantly.
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Unlike the Salmon en croûte, Amelia’s Duck à l’Orange was a wonderfully tasty meal, accompanied by a bottle of Pinot Gris. After dinner, Sanna went up to the study to practice the harp, an instrument she had always wanted to learn which January had brought her for their tenth wedding anniversary.
January went into the lounge, telling Amelia to follow her as she felt like the woman deserved a reward for preparing such an excellent meal.
“Strip out of those clothes kitten.” January told the younger woman, who eagerly unzipped her pink miniskirt, pulling it down then unclasping her white bra, anticipating her mistress was rewarding her for the meal she had cooked.
Meanwhile, January pulled out some lengths of rope from a drawer beneath the lounge’s bookcase, always keeping some bondage items handy as it was often in the lounge that she played with her sex slave ‘daughter’ Amelia or submissive wife Sanna. She didn’t bother to undress herself as there wouldn’t be any need as she planned to just seat Amelia in her lap and fondle and play with the woman, and she enjoyed the dominance being clothed gave her over her naked ‘daughter’.
“Kneel here whilst I frogtie you.” January patted the sofa and Amelia climbed onto it in position. January folded the rope to create a ‘bight’ then wrapped the length around the girl’s left leg, where her thigh was resting on her ankle from the kneeling position, then pulled the ‘tail’ of the rope through the ‘bight’ then wrapped it around the leg a second time and again pulled it through the ‘bight’. She quickly adjusted the tension to ensure all the rope lay evenly and flat around the woman’s leg, then split the ‘tail’ and pulled the ends of the rope in between the woman’s thigh and ankle then tied them in a knot. This left the woman’s ankle and thigh securely tied together, meaning she was bound in the kneeling position.
January replicated this on Amelia’s other leg, carefully but quickly efficient as it was one of her favourite bondage ties so had become expert on it over the years she had been tying it. With the final length of rope, January tied the woman’s wrists securely together, behind her back. This left Amelia quite securely tied up in a kneeling position with her freckled arms behind her back, but not so restrictive that she couldn’t squirm and wiggle around.
“Perfect, you look adorable tied up like that!” January smiled, pleased though the bondage position was fairly basic.
January sat on the sofa, and got the sex slave to shuffle over and straddle her lap so they were facing one another with January’s seated legs going between Amelia’s tied kneeling legs, with the ginger’s butt, plump for her slender body, resting on the blonde’s knees.
January began by kissing the younger woman, with Amelia keen to return the kiss so it quickly grew deep and sloppy, passionately sucking on one another’s lips. January brushed her fingers down the ginger’s bare arms, placing one hand on the small of Amelia’s back to support her whilst with the other she began to fondle the sex slave’s breasts which were soft and perky with big puffy nipples. She caressed and squeezed the smallish breasts as she deeply kissed the ginger, then rubbed her fingers over her puffy nipples which were hardening in pleasure, and made the young woman moan through their kiss.
January moved her hand down to caress Amelia’s soft buttocks, squeezing their plumpness. The blonde slapped the woman’s butt with her hand, firmly but not too hard as this was a reward not a punishment, however it was enough to make the ginger wiggle in her bondage. She playfully spanked Amelia a few more times, loving the feel of her palm slapping against the frogtied ginger’s soft buttocks.
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