Chapter 44 – Grace likes pussy

My plan for a long examination of my new genitalia is interrupted as soon as I walk into the apartment as I’m reminded of my new role at home. Grace is sitting at the dining room table with her laptop out. It’s not an unusual site and before all this secretarial role playing I’d have just rolled into my room, changed, then made a cold dinner as to not disturb her work and eat it in front of the TV. Since I’ve been wearing the skirts, it was a similar situation only I’d have eaten next to her and lended a hand where I could.

But now that Suzy is insisting on me playing housewife to my roomie, I immediately feel guilty as I hadn’t had the chance to make her dinner. So, instead of even getting a chance to take a peek at my faux pussy while I change, I set my purse and bag down and head right into the kitchen to put my apron on. I quickly start on making a simple but tasty chicken and almond salad using last nights left over grilled chicken filets. Once I’ve re-grilled the chicken and the salad is together along with a fresh balsamic vinaigrette dressing, I clear the table around Grace’s work area and set up places for both of us to eat.

I pour us each a glass of water and load up a plate for Grace. I’m thankful that she’s at least aware of me as she moves her laptop to the side and gives me room to put her plate and silverware in front of her. But as I go to plate up my own dish I hear Grace clear her throat and scoot her chair back. She hasn’t looked away from her work, but I see she’s not only scooted her seat back, she’s pulled her skirt up and spread her legs wide. As she nibbles on her pen and gestures between her legs, I feel a wave of arousal go over me as she speaks quietly but sternly, “Miss Beaufort, I believe I need your attention down here. Now.”

I wish I didn’t feel so turned on by this. That Grace’s dominant behavior didn’t stoke my inner flames as much as her kissing me and playing with my breasts did. But I can’t deny that it does just that. Setting my plate down I drop to my knees and crawl under the table, bee lining straight between Grace’s lovely pale thighs. With a slight tug of her already moist panties, I have access to her lovely pussy and start gently licking her there. I haven’t been Grace’s pussy licker all that long but she’s a strict mistress in this manner and while I hate to admit it, she’s trained me well. I know that while she’s working like this she doesn’t want to orgasm. She wants to have that long slow buildup. I don’t even hint at moving toward her clit and instead focus on her fleshy lips, licking up and down and in between them. Tasting all her savory sweet juices as she seems to make more and more, and simply enjoying her quiet hushed moans and whimpers of pleasure.

The last time we played ‘licking out the boss from under the desk’, Grace actually made phone calls that **** me to keep quiet. This time I just keep that act going naturally and keep my own noises to a minimum. Like last time as well, I’m not down between her legs for a short period of time. Grace doesn’t bring work home lightly and while I’m keeping her on the edge of ultimate delight, she’s still getting her work done. I lose track of time and only know I’ve been down here for a long time as I start to feel my tongue and jaw cramp up.

Thankfully Grace must have finished up as she starts moving her hips side to side in the seat, rubbing herself more aggressively onto my wandering tongue. I take the hint and start licking her more aggressively in return, letting my tongue slip deeper inside of her and circling around her clit on occasion. Grace’s moans compensate by getting louder and more insistent and I feel it’s time to move on to the next stage when she reaches down and starts pulling me harder into her pussy with a handful of my hair. I let out an all too true whimper as her grip is beyond tight and threatening to pull my hair out, but I offer no other complaint as I know that she’s well aware of how tight she’s gripping me.

As I build up and start licking and kissing and sucking on Grace’s pussy more frantically, I feel my own arousal build and build. It feels foreign though as there’s no natural center to my inner heat. I’d normally feel the swelling between my legs, or at least the pressure as I tried to swell under my gaff, but this time there’s nothing. No swelling, no pressure, no sensation whatsoever. But elsewhere it’s that same build up. My nipples twitch and ache as my breasts sway beneath me. My skin crawls with an electric tingle that makes it so much more sensitive. My ass tickles under it’s faja prison and plastic pokers as I sway my hips under the table/desk. And of course, my heart feels like its swelling to three times its normal size as it beats harder and faster. As Grace starts her final ascent, clenching her thighs onto my cheeks and letting out her little squeals and squeaks of impending orgasm I try the last thing I can think of and start rubbing my thighs together. Anything to get that last bit of pleasure for myself.

But as Grace’s body tenses and she lets out her final yelps from cumming while crushing my face between her legs, I get no overwhelming satisfaction. No peak to my arousal. I’m left as aroused as ever, even as Grace finally relaxes and I start kissing her thighs gently, letting her come down as softly as she can.

An hour later, and I’m finally able to take my plate of salad with the now cold again chicken and sit down in front of the TV, next to Grace on the couch. She’d kept me on my knees for a while longer, just kissing her softly and rubbing my cheeks on her thighs as she finished coming down and ate her own dinner. Afterward, while she got to take a long warm shower, I was told to clean up her work things and the kitchen. Organizing her paperwork and getting it all into her bag with her laptop wasn’t difficult and the dinner was easy enough to clean up, but it all took frustratingly long as I couldn’t seem to sate my arousal. Even while held tight under my gaff, my physical arousal was still centered on my penis. The extra sensations from my nipples, my ass, my skin, and yes my heart, all was like an extra twenty percent expression of that arousal. Now it’s so much more as I don’t have any arousal from my penis. I even try rubbing myself through my skirt and panties, but it’s like rubbing my leg or arm… I feel it but it does nothing to extend or increase my arousal.

Just as I finish up and start to plate my meal, Grace comes out and tells me casually but sternly to take my own shower. I let out a little huff of frustration as my stomach rumbles, but this is part of who Grace is now. She’s completely taken me as her subby girlfriend and simply tells me what to do. It’s sexy as all get out, but at times like this I’d just like to eat and not be bossed around. Not wanting to find out what a domme like Grace does when her orders aren’t followed, I put dinner aside and take my shower.

The shower starts out nice and warm, and I try to take my arousal over the edge. I play with my glued-on breast forms, I rub my butt up against the shower wall, I rub my thighs and especially rub at my faux pussy hoping to stimulate myself… but while it certainly feels nice and raises my arousal level some more, it’s nowhere near enough for me to orgasm. And then the water turns cold and shuts my arousal right off. Worse, Grace walks in and chastises me for taking too long and ‘playing with myself’ before ordering me out to her side in the next ten minutes. Or else.

When I finish my salad, Grace reaches over and takes my plate and silverware from me. Sitting upright on the couch she pats her lap and says quietly but sternly, “You’ve been a bad girl, Paris. I want you over my knees. Now.”

I turn and stare at Grace for several moments, unsure of how serious she is. Ever since she’s taken on the domme role in our relationship, regulating me to being her subby girlfriend, I’ve gone along with everything she’s done. Serving her, sexually pleasing her, getting up when she tells me to get up, going to bed when she tells me to go to bed, sitting where she tells me to sit… everything. And it’s been fun and sexy as all get out. I’m happy to do it as it hits a chord in me that I never knew I had. But over her knees? Grace has barely scratched the surface of chastising me, let alone yelling at me. And she’s never physically done anything more severe than pulling my hair as she cums from my tongue.

But her voice remains serious, stern, and stone cold, “Don’t make me tell you again. This is only getting worse for you little girl.”

There’s just something extra squirmy hearing Grace, my former friend and I have to now admit, my current mistress, call me ‘little girl’. With a slow blink and a deep breath, I get up onto the couch fully then crawl over Grace’s lap, laying down until my belly is resting on her thighs. I have on the long comfy nightshirt she allows me to wear in the evening and it’s covering my behind as she starts slowly rubbing her hands up and down my bare thighs. When she speaks, she sounds chillingly both calm and completely turned on at the same time, “You were trying to get off in the shower. That’s a no no. My girl’s girl told her not to do that, and my girl promised she wouldn’t. I won’t let my good girl become a bad girl, so you have to learn your lesson.”

I squirm a bit side to side on Grace’s lap. I’ve never been particularly turned on by videos of people getting spanked, but there’s something extra hot about this. I imagine Grace giving me sexy little swats and having me…. “YEOWW!”

Grace’s hand comes crashing down on my ass. Hard. There’s a muffled thump that’s surprisingly mild compared to the shock of lightning that goes across my butt. I try to push up and look at Grace but one of her hands moves to the small of my back and presses me down with surprising ****. “Na ah ah! Take your punishment like a good girl!”

The second spank isn’t nearly as painful, making me believe it was the shock of being spanked hard at all that made the first one hurt so much. That’s not to say that Grace is holding back though as I can feel my ass starting to burn after just the two swats. And without the faja on, there was nothing but my nightshirt and panties to protect me.

I quickly lose count of the spanks. Not because Grace was hitting me too hard or because she hit me over and over and over. No, she’d hit me than continue to rub her hand over my thighs, ass and hips in an overtly enticing manner. Then out of nowhere another spank, followed by more caresses. It was enough to have me shaking and quivering with a mixture of titillation and humiliation. That wicked combination only got more intense when Grace pulled my nightshirt up, allowing her to spank directly on my pink lace panties and tickle her fingernails along more intimate areas of my skin.

After a particularly loud swat, I felt Grace’s fingers tickle right up my inner thigh until she slid a finger between my legs. I immediately tensed up knowing exactly what she was going to find and having no idea how she was going to react to my new faux pussy.

For a moment, time just froze. Everything was eerily silent with only my heavy breathing filling the void. When Grace finally spoke, she was honestly sounding confused. Incredibly turned on but still confused. “What exactly is this? And why didn’t you tell me about it!”

Grace punctuated this with another two loud spanks, one on each cheek, before sliding my panties down and pushing my legs apart. I could feel the pressure of her fingers feeling up my new prosthetic, but I had no sense of what exactly she was doing to it. Light caresses? Pulling and pushing it around? Pinching it? All I felt was movement and a bit of pressure.

Taking a handful of my hair, Grace pulls me up to standing and without another word pulls me into the bedroom, again rushing me to jump onto her bed. In an instant she jumped up next to me and is rolling me onto my back. Before I can do anything other than gasp, Grace has her panties off and is straddling my face. From the brief view I have of her pussy before she blinds me by sitting on my face, it looks like the combination of spanking me and finding out that I had at least a visually convincing pussy really REALLY turned her on. I was immediately licking up all of Grace’s excess juices as she rubbed herself aggressively on my lips and tongue.

I can only imagine how much this pleases Grace as she has me lick her to multiple orgasms over the next hour. All the while she moves my legs around to get better or at least different views of my new groin. I feel her touch and caress my belly, my hips, and my inner and outer thighs, but there’s those consistent voids where I only feel the bit of pressure as she’s obviously playing with my pussy. The fact that her touches there didn’t make me react didn’t seem to matter to her, and I can imagine that’s the least of her concerns. This was the last block for her. She seemed to enjoy playing with my breasts even knowing they were obviously fake. She didn’t mind seeing me without my faja on so long as I was pretty with my hair and makeup and was wearing lingerie. But she worked hard to make sure I was covered and tucked with my gaff or positioned so that she couldn’t see my penis. Now she didn’t need to worry about the visual reminder that I wasn’t exactly what her fantasy said I was… her submissive secretary girlfriend.