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Pussy and the Postmistress


Lesbian Domination

"Look, I..." the postwoman started quietly.

This time Pussy slapped her with some force and the postwoman cried out in pain. She started to rise to her feet but Pussy pushed her down. The postwoman grabbed Pussy's arms and they wrestled until Pussy broke free. She stood over the postwoman and then said ever so sweetly, "Just apologise, that's all you have to do."

The postwoman collected herself and said, "Sorry Pussy for looking at your tits when I came to your door this morning."

Pussy laughed. "There," she said warmly, "not so difficult was it? Sorry if I hit you, I didn't mean to hurt you."

The postwoman laughed as well, more out of relief than anything. She got up and sat back on the chair. Pussy saw that she was shaking.

"Er, did I tell you you could get back on the chair?" Pussy said, as if joking.

The postwoman laughed again.

"Kneel again," Pussy said playfully. "Go on, let me tell you to get up."

The postwoman smiled and knelt back on the floor, humouring Pussy.

"But just before I tell you to get up, would you apologise for coming in to my house smelling like that?" Pussy asked nicely.

The postwoman gave a little laugh again and said, "I'm sorry for coming in to your house smelling like this."

"Lift your left arm up," Pussy said.

The postwoman lifted her left arm.

"Smell your armpit," Pussy said.

The postwoman did so. Pussy leaned over and sniffed at it too.

"Are you sweating down your front too?" Pussy said. "Undo the top two buttons of your shirt, let me see."

The postwoman, still kneeling, undid the top two buttons of her blouse. Pussy looked at her half exposed cleavage.

"Undo another one," Pussy said.

The postwoman started to look up, but Pussy said, "Don't look up at me."

The postwoman undid another button.

"And why were your nipples erect when you were talking to me this morning?" Pussy said.

"I, um... I don't know, they just were."

"Show me them," Pussy said.

The postwoman began to look up, but before Pussy could admonish her she thought better of it and looked down to the floor again.

"I said, show me them," Pussy said.

The post woman leaned back a little, so that Pussy would be able to see them through her blouse.

"No, no, get your tits out of your bra," Pussy said.

There was a long pause. Then the postwoman put a hand inside the left cup of her bra and pushed it down to expose her breast.

Pussy moved forward and reached out her hand and squeezed the postwoman's left nipple between thumb and forefinger. The postwoman did not make a sound, only wincing slightly as Pussy squeezed harder.

Pussy took her hand away and stared down at the postwoman. The postwoman knelt silently, unmoving. They stayed like that for a few moments, and then Pussy said quietly, "You will do anything I tell you to, won't you?"

And without hesitation the postwoman replied very quietly, "Yes."

Pussy looked down at the postwoman kneeling silently at her feet, staring at the floor, motionless. Pussy was excited. The postwoman had only been in the house for ten minutes and yet here she was, submissive before her.

"Are you married?" Pussy said.

"I was, but I live alone now."

"What's your name?"

"Carol," the postwoman said, still looking down at the floor.

"Did you enjoy looking at my body this morning, Carol?" Pussy said.

"Yes," Carol the postwoman said.

"Are you a lesbian, Carol?" Pussy said.

"No!" Carol said.

"No, mistress," Pussy said.

"Hum?" Carol went.

"Say 'No, mistress'," Pussy said.

"No, mistress," Carol said.

Again they fell silent. Pussy was intoxicated by this feeling of power. Carol was a pretty girl, probably in her mid twenties Pussy thought now. She had strong blonde hair tied back with a rubber band. She was well built, she had nice breasts.

Pussy gave Carol a little kick on the thigh. Pussy had no shoes on, it was not meant to hurt. Carol did not flinch.

"Totally obedient," Pussy murmured.

"Yes," Carol said.

Pussy felt alive with excitement and anticipation. She wondered just how obedient Carol would really be. Pussy turned around, turning her back to Carol.

"Reach round in front of me, Carol, unzip my jeans," Pussy instructed.

Without any hesitation Carol did as she was told. Pussy felt Carol's hands seeking out her zip then pulling it down. Pussy's pulse raced, such a wonderful feeling having this stranger's hands so close to her sex. When the zip was down, Carol took her hands away.

"Undo the button," Pussy said. "Pull my jeans down."

Carol undid the fastening and pulled Pussy's jeans down. Pussy stepped out of them. Pussy was not wearing knickers.

"Lick my arsehole," Pussy said. And leaning forward, she parted her buttocks. She looked back and saw Carol move closer. She felt Carol's breath on her bottom. She felt Carol's tongue on her arsehole, not just near it, not tentatively on it, but pushing at her opening, licking at it. Obedient. She had done exactly as she had been told. Pussy shuddered in pleasure. Physical pleasure, yes, but more the psychological pleasure of having such a willing slave.

Pussy turned around. "Look down at the floor, Carol." Carol looked down. Pussy could see that Carol was still shaking.

Pussy said slowly and menacingly, "You are a fucking dirty little slut, aren't you?"

"Yes, mistress," Carol said quietly.

"And did that turn you on?" Pussy said.

There was a pause and Carol said softly, "I am incredibly, incredibly excited. I've never done anything like this before and I don't know why I just did that, I've been excited all day ever since I saw you this morning, I..."

"Shut up!" Pussy said. "Open your blouse, get both your tits out of your bra."

Carol undid the remaining buttons of her blouse and pushed her bra down exposing both breasts. Pussy knelt down so she was now face to face with Carol. "Look me in the eye," Pussy said. Carol looked Pussy in the eye. Pussy got hold of both Carol's nipples and squeezed them.

"Ow," Carol went.

Pussy raised her eyebrows as if to say "did I say you could go 'ow'?"

Pussy squeezed again until she hurt Carol.

"Ah!" Carol went and she could not stop herself bringing her arms up and knocking Pussy's hands away from her nipples.

Pussy spat at Carol then slapped her face. Carol put her hands up to defend herself. Pussy grabbed Carol's wrists forcing them down and then behind Carol's back, in doing so unavoidably pressing her body against Carol's. They looked at each other for an instant. Carol stopped struggling, Pussy let her arms go. Carol looked up imploringly at Pussy, her lips quivering. Pussy hovered for a moment then drew back. Carol looked down at the floor in supplication.

Pussy stood up. She was feeling aggressive. There was just something about Carol that invited mistreatment. Pussy went into the hallway and got some cord out of the cupboard. She came back in and told Carol to look up at her. Carol did so. Pussy could see that Carol's eyes were half closed, as if she were hypnotised, hypnotised by Pussy. Pussy smiled, she knew that Carol was hers, completely within her power. Pussy looped the cord and brought it down on Carol's back, not hard, but just hard enough to show who was boss, to show Carol that Pussy could do whatever she liked to her. Carol did not flinch.

Pussy used a length of cord to tie Carol's hands behind her back. Carol did nothing to resist. Pussy looped another cord through Carol's legs and pulled sharply up on both ends, forcing the crotch of Carol's shorts up into the crack of her cunt. Pussy pulled the cord to and fro, pulling up hard on it.

Carol let out a sharp 'aahhh' as the cord rubbed her, and then after only a moment she convulsed forwards as orgasm overtook her. A day's pent up sex was released in one all-consuming climax. But as soon as she came down from her climax she said, "Ah, ooh, stop - it's hurting now."

But Pussy lashed out at her with her foot and told her to shut up, and pulled ever more vigorously on the cord, sawing Carol in half. Pain contorted Carol's face as the rubbing became excruciating. But this only excited Pussy to hurt her more. Carol tried to clamp her thighs together to trap the cord, but to no avail. She tried to free her hands - but Pussy knew all about tying knots that would not come free.

Carol begged Pussy to stop, but just as her wailing reached its highest she suddenly went quiet and convulsed forwards again having a second orgasm.

"Oh, God," Carol said. "I don't believe it, I, ooh." She slumped forwards, drained of all her strength.

"There," Pussy said. "Now you're mine. You are a fucking dirty little slut who comes because she wants to lick my cunt and will undergo anything so that she can, isn't that right, Carol?"

All Carol could manage was a nod by way of acknowledgement.

"Stand up," Pussy commanded.

Carol struggled to her feet.

"Christ, look at you," Pussy said. "Your tits are hanging out, you smell like a fishwife, your crotch is soaked in cum juice, you are a disgusting, depraved little piece of shit. Take your clothes off and show me your cunt."

Carol tried to push her shorts down, but with her hands still tied behind her back she could not do it.

"I said, show me your cunt!" Pussy shouted.

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