1. Nameless Mistress


    Date: 5/29/2016, Categories: Lesbian, Author: xGinger, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

    I groaned as the sound of an alarm reached my eardrums. It seemed to be the sound of my own alarm, though I was pretty sure that it was Saturday and I had no reason to get up. Regardless, I reached for my nightstand to turn the damn thing off, only to find that there wasn't a night stand? Really? Had I done it again? I heard some rustling next to me, then the alarm stopped, upon which I felt someone leave the bed and walk away. Great, this was the perfect opportunity for my escape. Obviously I'd had too much alcohol once again, which really always ended me up in someone else's bed, which was unfortunate. More fortunate was the fact that I never really had hangovers. Though I briefly wondered who I'd ended in bed with this time, I decided not to dwell on it and started looking for my clothes, quickly putting them on and looking around the bedroom for my phone. Wow, that was a very fancy bedroom. A really big, expensive-looking television, a king-sized bed, long, satin curtains before the window. There were candles everywhere as well, though not burning. Images from last night started protruding my mind, making me blush, and turning me on. I realised we'd done a lot of things; tribbing, sixty-nine, we'd used toys, our fingers, we'd included ass-play.Wow, overall it must've been a great night. Well, so much for that, as I really had to get going- but I didn't get a chance. Before me stood what was presumably my bed partner of last night, and she was gorgeous. She was naked and ...
    absolutely gorgeous. Her body was curved in the right places. Her boobs were perky and her nipples standing out proudly. Right now though, she was looking at me sternly. "You aren't leaving, are you? We made an arrangement last night," she spoke, getting a few steps closer. Then she pushed me back on the bed. "An arrangement in which I'd be your mistress for the weekend." "I don't..," I started, but I didn't finish the sentence as I suddenly did remember. A groan escaped my lips. Shit, what had I gotten myself into? I wasn't even really into that kind of thing, right? "Get your clothes back off. There'll be no need for them." "I don't even know your name." "You don't need to. You'll be calling me Mistress, after all," she spoke, bowing over to the ground, where a whip was apparently lying around. "Now get naked." I stared at the woman before me thoughtfully. I didn't actually have to listen to her, right? I could just leave. Part of me didn't want to however. Part of me was incredibly turned on by the memories of last night, and the fact that this gorgeous woman was standing in front of me with a whip. What she saw in me, I couldn't grasp. I wasn't nearly as beautiful, though my boobs were bigger. Slowly, I reached for my shirt again, removing it. After it came my bra, then my jeans, followed by my panties. Which left me naked again. "Yes, Mistress." "Good girl," she answered with a smirk, running the whip through her hand. "Now, I've prepared some special breakfast.." With ...
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