The blonde broke the kiss, but substituted her mouth on Amelia’s lips with her fingers. She pushed all four digits into the young woman’s mouth, rubbing them against her wet tongue and feeling her lips wrap around them. Amelia let out a muffled groaned, her mouth full, as January got her finger’s slick with the woman’s salvia. She wanted her fingers to be wet, ready to touch Amelia’s vagina, but also relished forcing as much as her hand as possible into her compliant sex slave’s mouth.
“Let’s get you turned around in my lap so I can make you cum.”
With Amelia repositioned, still straddling her mistress’ lap but now facing the other way with her back to the older woman, January caressed her hand down over the ginger’s breasts again, tenderly pinching her swollen nipples, then over her tummy and downward, brushing through her little patch of pubic hair, to her pussy. January began to rub her fingers, wet from Amelia’s mouth, over the pussy whilst clamping her other hand over the woman’s mouth to muffle her moans of pleasure. Holding her hand over the woman’s mouth increased January’s feeling of power of her submissive, loving feeling Amelia’s warm breath on the palm of her hand, muffling any sounds she made, and feeling every quiver of her lips.
January rubbed her wet fingers in a circular motion over Amelia’s pussy with its plump labia majora and aroused pink vulva, pressing down to stimulate her clit. The ginger groaned into the blonde’s hand clamped against her lips, her eyes rolling up in pleasure as she wiggled in the rope bondage and the woman’s grasp.
January increased the intensity of the rubbing, feeling Amelia’s thighs shake in their frogtie as she neared orgasm. The blonde pushed her fingers into the ginger’s mouth again, with the younger woman lustily sucking on them, suppressing her moans of pleasure until she climaxed in January’s lap.
“Good kitten, now go and do the washing up!” January said, helping the woman off of her lap then untying her arms so Amelia could free her legs from the frogtie herself. January left her in the lounge, going upstairs to undress from her blouse, pencil skirt, and nylons to take a relaxing shower.
****
January got into bed besides her wife who was sat up reading one of her trashy romance novels which were her guilty pleasure. Amelia had brought up a tray with hot chocolate with cream which January and Sanna enjoyed as a treat before bed on Fridays, before going to her room next door after kissing them both goodnight. They enjoyed the younger woman sleeping with them, but Amelia was only allowed to sleep in their bed as an occasional treat as January felt that a 24/7 sex slave shouldn’t be accustomed to sleeping with her mistress but have a separate bed.
“Remember I told you to not make any plans this weekend as I have a surprise?” January asked, and Sanna placed down her book, nodding. She wouldn’t normally of made any plans without first consulting her dominant wife, but was excited to know why January had specifically told her to keep the weekend free.
“We shall be spending Saturday night in a hotel in the city, just me and you. I’ve booked that new Spanish restaurant you read about, and have a special surprise arranged for us afterwards…”
“Special surprise?” Sanna asked quizzically, and playfully tried to probe her wife for clues, but January refused, instead kissing the brunette to silence her questions.
****
The couple checked into the hotel on Saturday afternoon and went up to the luxury suite, Sanna smiling in excitement at how plush it was as the bellhop, a pretty 18-year-old girl in the traditional uniform including cute cap, showed us around our set of rooms which included a lounge area, large bathroom, and bedroom.
January returned to the lounge with the bellhop whilst Sanna opened her suitcase in the bedroom. “Which dress should I wear to the restaurant tonight?” The Finnish woman called to her wife.
“Be with you in a second dear, I’m just tipping the pretty bellhop…” January called back, and the girl blushed at the compliment from the beautiful lesbian woman who was more than twice her age, but gratefully accepted the tip before leaving the room.
“Maybe we could use one at home, I can imagine Amelia in the uniform!” Sanna laughed, emerging from the bedroom, and January agreed then followed her wife back into the bedroom to pick out of the two dresses the woman had brought. Sanna typically brought a couple of choices with her when they went away for a weekend, as January liked to pick what her wife wore on dates, being another aspect of her dominance in the relationship over the submissive brunette.
****
“Remember, I have another treat for you tonight…” January told Sanna as she unlocked their hotel room door, the two having had a delicious meal at the new Spanish restaurant followed by a cocktail in the hotel bar.
“You haven’t got the cute bellhop for me?” Sanna joked.
“No, but you’ll want to get changed out of that dress and into some lingerie as we’ll be having a visitor…”
“A mysterious visitor to wear lingerie for, who could that be?” Sanna raised her eyebrows, but January just told her to go get change.
January changed into a simple but sexy black lace bra and panties with hold-up stockings whilst Sanna dressed in a pretty light blue bra and panties and sat down on the sofa with her wife, cuddling up and asking, “So who’s coming to visit?”
“I’ve hired Mia to give us a couples session tonight. She should be here soon…” January grinned and Sanna’s mouth dropped open in surprise. Mia was the dominatrix that January hired whenever she had an urge to be submissive in sex, and though Sanna knew about her (being more than happy her wife had a conduit to satisfy her occasional submissive yearnings), she had never met the sex worker. However, she had often fantasied about what the woman who dominated her authoritative wife must be like.
“You mean you’ll be dominating me with her, or will YOU be getting dominated with me?”
“I’ll be getting dominated with you!” January laughed, enjoying the surprise on her wife’s face at the thought of the blonde doing anything submissive in front of her. “Today we shall be treated equally as bitches by a dominatrix.”
January gently groped and kissed her excited wife as they waited, and it wasn’t long until the phone rang from the hotel reception saying they had a visitor. The blonde told them to send her up, then hung up the receiver.
“She gave us specific instructions to leave the door unlocked, and to wait for her kneeling in lingerie. We are also not allowed to speak unless spoken to and of course must do anything she tells us.”
“Oh my gosh, she sounds a little fierce!” Sanna laughed as she knelt down next to the blonde on the floor of the longue, both of the women facing the door and waiting. It would only take the dominatrix a few minutes to get a lift from the reception and to find their room down the corridor, but January found waiting dressed in lingerie alongside her wife, both of them silent in anticipation, exciting and already found herself becoming aroused.
The door opened, and Sanna, unable to stop herself, gasped as Mia entered. She was in her late twenties, slim and attractive with her lips painted a cold shade of pink and her face framed by her blonde hair in a chin-length bob with a straight fringe. She wore a short, but high necked, tight black dress with leather boots and matching leather gloves, and a big white fur coat. She entered, glancing over indifferently at the kneeling couple but otherwise ignoring them as she wheeled in a rollaboard case behind her then shut and locked the door.
She next took off her fur coat, and put it on the sofa, letting the women see her slim small-breasted body in the tight black dress. Only then did she acknowledge January and Sanna.
“Hi January, it’s been a long since our last session but glad to see you again. Have you had enough pretending to be a domme so letting out your true submissive slut self again?” Mia smirked, her accent Polish.
“Yes mistress.” January responded obediently, blushing at the belittling words from the younger woman, especially in front of her wife. She was comfortable in her dominance, and Mia knew this, but the playful taunt still felt humiliating to the proud beautiful domme, though it was satisfying to her passing submissive desire which was the reason she occasionally needed Mia’s services.
“And who is this?”
“She’s my wife, Sanna.”
“Ah the wifey sub I hear so much about! I’m delighted to have the kinky couple together at last! Though I’m still missing your sex slave cutie…”
“It’s extremely rare for me to show my submissive side in front of my wife, but I don’t think my slave Amelia should see her mistress submit.”
“Ahh, perhaps you may change your mind one day as I’d like to meet her too, but I’m being greedy as I have your wife today!” Mia turned to Sanna and asked her “Are you a good obedient wife?”
“Yes Mistress.” The brunette woman nodded, obviously excited by the situation but nevertheless intimidated by the clothed dominate stranger standing over her.
“Well tonight you are my pet, and your wife is just another bitch.” Mia went to her case and unzipped it, pulling out two black leather collars with metal stubs which she handed to the kneeling woman.
“And pets need to be collared, so put these on.”
January unbuckled the collar and put it around her bare neck, enjoying the feel of leather against her skin as she tightened it and re-buckled, as her brunette wife did the same. Being collared was a trigger that got the dominant blonde into the mood for her occasional sexual submission. Sanna meanwhile was more used to being collared during sex, though she wasn’t permanently collared throughout the day like Amelia, nevertheless the feel of the leather around her neck still sent a twinge of excitement through her body.
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