Debbi Matthews - Debbi_s dirt road

"I was cold," Debbi said defensively.

"You know the rules… and you know the punishment," Cindy chuckled, the familiar gleam of power in her eyes.

"Please, not again. I feel sick," Debbi pleaded, but she knew from experience the futility of

begging. Cindy put her hand under the girl's chin and raised Debbi to her feet. It pleased Cindy that Debbi could be physically stronger if she asserted her will. Power over a physical superior was the most gratifying of all.

"So you don't want me to hurt you," Cindy said smugly, still holding Debbi under the chin. Cindy raised her hand up quickly, causing a great deal of pressure to be suddenly exerted on Debbi's neck. All the girl could do was whimper her pain as her jaw was closed shut in this highly uncomfortable position. Then Cindy suddenly released her grip and the girl's head snapped back into normal position. Cindy grabbed the stunned. girl by her long hair and threw her down to the carpet.

"Kiss my feet," Cindy ordered, and Debbi groveled on the floor and did as she was told.

"Forgive me," Debbi pleaded, still continuing to shower kisses on the woman's feet. It was one sign of subservience to her mistress. But Cindy wanted the ultimate sign that she completely controlled the girl's will. She wanted the demonstration that showed Debbi had no pride, and the power to do nothing except obey her mistress.

"Now my ass. Lick it with your tongue," Cindy commanded.

"Please, that's filthy!" Debbi begged.

"What! Nothing about me is filthy!" Cindy snapped, and slapped Debbi's face hard. Defeated, Debbi moved around the woman and did as she was told. She worked at it until Cindy moved away and pushed her to the carpet.

"Why are you still dressed?" Cindy demanded, and ripped off part of Debbi's clothing. The vile names came next, and when Cindy had finished her verbal abuse, Debbi was lying naked at her feet, crying.

"Why do you do this? I do what you ask," Debbi pleaded, not understanding what compelled her to take these abuses. It wasn't love between them. It was a sick and perverted relationship. A few weeks ago she would have fought bravely and been the master, forcing Cindy to do as she asked. But that seemed a lifetime ago now.

Now Debbi knew she was only a sick and helpless creature, groveling to do any vile act to get the attention of the woman. But her mistress was rapidly tiring of her. The uncertainty of the future and the realization that she was no longer special, made Debbi resent the atrocities she was forced to perform on Cindy and her many boyfriends. There would be a time of reckoning. A time when Cindy would be forced into the passive and helpless position. But for the time being, there would be only obedience.

"You jerked yourself off today, didn't you?" Cindy accused, standing menacingly over the girl.

"No, I swear."

"You couldn't wait for Mama's pussy to lick, or her tongue to make you come, could you?"

"Yes. I did it. For God's sake. I never leave this apartment…and for you…for you…I only want to be good for you," Debbi stated in exasperation, feeling sickened by her begging. But the look in Cindy's eyes told Debbi that she had pleased the woman.

"Yes, you have. But you haven't lived before. You merely waited for some man to have his way with you. Fuck you over any way he wanted. No man can give you pleasure like I can," Cindy said arrogantly. She looked ugly. Despite her voluptuous and young body, she was ugly. There was an inherent evil in any person who could control another through sex. And it was an evil that Debbi

wanted to know about.

"You've given me mare pleasure than anyone," Debbi whimpered, groveling at Cindy's feet.

"Kiss my feet, slave," Cindy ordered, and Debbi repeated the gesture without hesitation. The taste suddenly seemed acrid and pungent. Perhaps Cindy was sweating in excitement as she thought of something she would do to the young girl. Debbi was alarmed at the notion, but she eagerly obeyed her mistress. lit was a familiar and often repeated gesture of servitude.

Cindy had been horny when she had come, but now she was aflame with the scalding fire of raw lust. She was quick to announce a more urgent desire. "Higher! Worship your queen, my little tramp."

"Yes, I do," Debbi whimpered, licking along the tensed muscles in the woman's calves. When she reached Cindy's thighs, she knew what was desired of her.

"Now eat me while I think of what to do to you," Cindy ordered, and pulled Debbi's face to her steaming gash when the girl was slow in obeying. Debbi could smell the musky fluid of stale sex, and the taste of semen burnt her tongue. Cindy flooded more liquid out of her hot cunt than Debbi had thought possible. And she seemed most excited when the girl was performing a menial task of sexual servitude on her.

"Maybe I'll burn your pretty little cunt with a candle. And then I'll put some Ben-Gay up that tight little ass. Oh, I'm sure it won't be pleasant. At least not for you," Cindy promised, her body going into an involuntary shudder as Debbi's tongue bathed her cut with warm saliva. Cindy felt that being serviced orally by another woman was the most exquisite thrill of all the ones to be found in

the vast world of sexual delights. And the sensation seemed even better when the victim had no choice.

"You're enjoying it, aren't you?" Cindy asked, knowing that the girl was beginning to take pleasure in what she was doing. Cindy knew that Debbi had been susceptible to a lesbian lover since the older woman had first set eyes on her. Though Debbi did not answer, Cindy knew by her increased efforts that she was enjoying very much what her lover commanded her to do. Some were meant to command, others to obey. It was a fact of life to Cindy's way of thinking.

Debbi ran her tongue feverishly around the woman's clitoral region in an effort to make her come. Debbi knew that the sadism fired by Cindy's lust would be cooled somewhat by a climax. But Cindy let the sensations carry her body only so far, then she pushed Debbi away.

"No. I want to save my big finish for later. Now I have to attend to your punishment," Cindy said matter of factly. She went into the bathroom for a few minutes and Debbi knew what the woman was doing. When Cindy commanded Debbi to join her, she knew what to expect. But Debbi hadn't the strength to resist.

"Now, I'm going to fill that sweet asshole with hot water," Cindy said gleefully, pushing Debbi down. "On your knees, bitch!"

"Please no, not that again!" Debbi begged pitifully. "I'll do anything..

"You're damn right you will. Anything I command," Cindy answered, pushing the reluctant girl into position. She was a tempting sight kneeling so vulnerably in the nude. Cindy knew that any man would love to flick her and squirt his semen inside of her. But Cindy controlled that cunt, and the body and soul that went along with

it. Only those whom she appointed could fuck her slave. Debbi was her helpless plaything. A creature without identity or a free will. She existed only to please her mistress. And that was how Cindy would keep her.

"Your pretty little rosebud is still sore I see. Men would pay a fortune to rain a fat, ugly cock up there and have it drown in your blood. Like those men, remember?" Cindy prompted, now getting an extra charge out of the mental punishment she could bring the girl. It was much more excruciating than any mere physical pain she could administer.

"Please, don't mention them," Debbi said wealdy. She felt ridiculous in her present position, like a dog in rut.

"I'll say what I want," Cindy said, slapping one tempting buttock hard. The motion caused Debbi to make a slight movement, but nothing more. The feel of the lush ass under her caressing palms forced Cindy to continue. "I think maybe the police would like to know why those three bodies were found at the house. I read in the paper yesterday that they are looking for a woman who can help them with some information. They found some of her clothes and they suspect she is only a helpless child. They are right, of course. Would you like me to call them and have them take you into custody?"