Unknown - Tattoo dreams

"Say it, what do you want?"

"I want to c… cum, Kelli," she panted hard now.

"No, I don't think so. You need to make ME cum bitch!" Kelli replied as she pushed Laura off her lap to the floor.

Kelli now ordered her secretary to the center of the bedroom again and forced her to bend over so that her forehead touched the carpet. Her ass was in the air, her arms pinioned behind her. It was an erotic sight.

Reaching down for her, Kelli grabbed a handful of Laura's hair and forced her head up, dragging her to the side of the bed. Kelli sat down and spread her thighs as she pulled the pretty face towards her.

"Lick my pussy!" she ordered.

Slowly, Laura began to lip the wet lips of her beautiful boss which caused Kelli to clasp her smooth thighs around the head between them.

Kelli gasped as Laura's tongue slid into her gaping wet gash, and began to move rapidly, licking, sucking, then rising to her clit as she took it between her lips, kissing it in an intimate kiss of pure lust.

Kelli's hands moved to the back of the bound girl's head as she pulled the slave face deep into her pussy, throwing her legs over the girl's shoulders, grinding and bucking her hips against the hapless face as she came in wave after wave of orgasm.

"So! You like to dominate another woman, do you?" the voice reached her again as the fire in her buttocks started to subside.

Kelli didn't know how many times the white hot tip of the poker marked her flesh, but she was sure that her whole backside and lovely thighs now carried the horrendous tattoo of the branding iron.

When she wanted to be tattooed, she didn't think it would turn into this.

She was weak from exhaustion. The continuous burnings had removed all of her resistance and she slumped against her bonds.

She heard a squeaking noise. Suddenly, a full length mirror was rolled in front of her. Then, another was positioned behind her.

She couldn't see the person who was positioning the mirrors around her bound body.

"I always like to know if my customers are satisfied," the sneering woman's voice said as she grabbed Kelli's hair.

"Take a look at your tattoo, darling."

"Look nice?"

Kelli was afraid to open her eyes.

The hand yanked hard in her hair.

"I said LOOK at it!!"

She slowly opened her eyes and her bound form came into vision from the mirror in front of her.

She was bound in thick leather straps securing her arms to two poles on either side of her body. Her thighs were spread and secured to the bottoms of the poles.

Her head was held rigidly by the choker collar which also had two small leather straps pulling tightly in opposite directions and attached to the poles.

She was afraid to look at the mirror behind her.

The smell of burnt flesh smashed into her nostrils as she looked for the reflection of her backside in the mirror in front of her.

"Yiiiiiiii!!!!!!!!!" A scream of agony tore from her lips as her branded ass and thighs came into view.

"Oooooo noooooooooo!!!!!" she screamed into the darkened room.

"Whyyyyyy????" Her screams continued.

Large dark brown mottled marks made horrible curving patterns in the shape of a misshapen rose petal. Deep welts from the burning rod formed the rose stems. Smaller ones made up the thorns. She was marked for life!

"Ooooooo…" her wailing continued to come from her throat.

She started to sob as she realized no one would ever want to touch her body again.

No man.

Especially, no woman.

The horrible branding she had just been through would ensure that.

She sobbed harder now, and slumped again against her bonds as the realization that her desire to have just one small petite tattoo, led to this.

Who was her torturer?

From whose body did the voice come from. Kelli was in a nightmare but didn't know it.

She couldn't figure it out.

She had only entered the dark shop to finally get the tattoo she had wanted, thought about, then decided to get.

As she passed through the black curtains into the back of the shop, the candle light flickering off the walls cast an eerie glow in the room.

Strange place to give tattoos, she had thought.

But then, this tattoo would not be just another tattoo. It was to be a small pink pale rose, on her ass cheek. The back room was the only place to tattoo so sensitive a spot, she was told.

But the voice coming to her was not that of the parlor owner.

Her nightmare continued.

"I think we might add another little design to this lovely tattoo," the silken voice whispered as Kelli could feel hands touching her raw bottom.

She winced, then moaned in pain at the touch.

"Perhaps I should tattoo the words slut slave right here…"

The hand slapped her right at the end of the large ugly rose.

"Aaaaggghhhh!!!!" Kelli screamed again as her torture continued.

And she was getting wet again. She could feel her pussy starting to juice from the pain and the agony of the past hour.

Or was it an hour?

How long had she been here?

Her mind was a jumble of confusion, pain, pleasure and fear.

The mirrors were rolled back from her as quickly as they were placed around her. She could hear the bellows start to pump, and the heat in the room grew once again. The rattle of metal shook her consciousness as the poker was turned over and over in the flames, bringing the tip once again to a smoking white heat.

Her pussy convulsed in orgasm.

She had crossed the line.

It was an abandoned, lust filled, crazy night as both Craig and Kelli fulfilled every depraved passion they had ever wanted to fulfill with the two helpless women. Craig felt that punishing his wife was his anointed station in life. Barbara suffered even more cruel and humiliating punishments and lesbian submissiveness throughout the night.

At one point, she had to clean all three of her partners after a cum filled orgy, licking the two other women's pussies clean, and Craig's cock. Then she had to rim both of the women's assholes after deep ass fuckings by Craig, until they were baby pink again. Barbara Rush had never tasted more cum in her life as she did this night.

She was spanked and whipped several more times, as was Laura.

Kelli took all of her frustrations out on her young secretary and before the night was over, Laura vowed never to try anything funny with Kelli again. She had thoroughly learned her lesson.

At some point, Craig slipped away in the early morning hours, and Kelli awoke to only two women. She had her fill once more of lesbian love with both of them, before allowing them to shower and leave.

It was to be a full week at the office, and the real estate business was a twenty four hour a day business. Deals and possible deals appeared at the least likely times.

The next day, Laura came into the office very subdued. She could barely glance at Kelli, already hard at work at her desk.

With the barest acknowledgement, Laura sat down at her own desk and busied herself, stealing leads. She listened in on phone calls and gleaned the other agents business as best she could.

She was now totally in Kelli's pocket, and did everything she could to assist the agent, thinking of no personal gain. She did hope that Kelli would only continue to be her friend, and lover.

Barbara Rush recovered from her extremely erotic first encounter with lesbian submissiveness and wanted more. She began to use her time to make the rounds of all the adult book stores in downtown San Diego, and bought every available publication on lesbianism and bondage.

She was hooked.

She always dressed frumpy, and wore sunglasses and a scarf when she visited those stores.