Lizzie takes Control of Vanessa's Body ....And Revels in the Experience

Lizzie Rides the Wave ....

Having restrained Vanessa, Lizzie walked around the front of the car, not taking her eyes off the rich socialite. She noticed Vanessa's eyes following her, & how heavily she was breathing, by the rhythm of her chest rising & falling. Lizzie was at the crest of the adrenaline wave, & determined to enjoy the ride.

When she reached the other side, she positioned herself just behind the line of Vanessa's head &, reaching down, used her two hands to throw open her luxurious robe. Without pause, she pulled the robe upwards until it was only in contact with Vanessa's body at her forearms & the back of her head. As she carried out this adjustment, she noticed the bulge in the robe pocket, & pulled out the black panties Vanessa had previously dropped in.

"Well ....look what we have here! .....Unless I'm mistaken these look like the panties you were wearing earlier.

"Let's have a look ....they are very pretty, aren't they? ....don't answer ....it's a rhetorical question ....and, of course, they must be very expensive ....way out of my reach ....I wear plain cotton ones from Primark ...."

Lizzie held them up in the air, stretched & rotated them, whilst admiring & fondling the delicate lace. She placed the inside gusset against her nose, taking in a deep breath.

"Mmmm! ...delicious ....& still very wet too! You're definitely quite the slut, aren't you?"

As she noticed Vanessa move her lips, as if to answer, Lizzie reminded her sharply,

"No ...no ...no ...I've told you not to speak. I assume these were intended as a gift to me ....& I gladly accept. Thank you ....it's that giving side of your personality again!"

Vanessa was thoroughly excited by this short exchange, & absolutely certain that her dream fantasy had, out of nowhere, become a distinct possibility. She was now only interested in just how long it would take for this low class woman to start drilling her dripping pussy. Ecstatic release was imminent, she thought to herself. And her little gift had also been gratefully received & acknowledged. At this moment of approaching sexual fulfillment, all external traces of her super arrogant, rich bitch persona had disappeared. As the last vestiges of control had evaporated, she had effortlessly transferred the submissive character of her kinky world into her reality one.

Lizzie stuffed the prize into her jacket pocket, which she'd placed on the roof of Sienna's car before she’d started cleaning. She stooped down, til her face was close to Vanessa's ear.

"Keep your head still ..."

First, she closely examined, while clasping between two fingers, the fabulously expensive pink diamond earring adorning Vanessa's right ear, & then caressed her earlobe for several seconds. Vanessa felt her breath, & couldn't help but let out a strangled, but still audible, moan that made Lizzie smile.

Lizzie started the reverse walk, & soon paused in line with Vanessa's breasts. Vanessa's eyes were watching intently & with heavy anticipation, as Lizzie gently traced the lower line of her ample 34C breasts using a couple of fingers of her left hand. After a few seconds watching Vanessa's chest rise & fall rapidly, she used the forefinger & thumb of both hands to firmly grip & twist her erect nipples. Vanessa issued a louder groan, & her whole body writhed & twisted until Lizzie ordered,

"Stay still, bitch ...I'll tell you when you can move ....you can keep moaning though."

Lizzie resumed her inspection, with the fingertips of her right hand moving slowly down the perfectly flat stomach, starting from her belly button down to the top edge of Vanessa's pink thong.

"Mmmm ....interesting ....what do we have here? That's another rhetorical question, by the way, you stuck-up bitch.

"Very sexy ...the color suits your skin tone ...lovely lace, just like those black ones ...let's look a little bit further, shall we? ..."

Lizzie slipped two fingers from each hand under the thin silk straps at the sides of the thong. In so doing, she had to bend over Vanessa's body in a manner that caused appreciable contact between their upper bodies, & brought Lizzie's face close to Vanessa's breasts. She also made a point of resting her left armpit close to Vanessa’s nose, so the snob would breathe in Lizzie’s stale odor that she’d, so rudely, alluded to earlier that day. Lizzie noticed she didn’t turn her head away & smiled in satisfaction. She enjoyed that feeling of Vanessa’s rib cage moving, not just in sync with her own rapid breathing, but in also having to push back against the weight of Lizzie’s upper body. Lizzie then moved the two sets of inserted fingers towards each other, until they met in the middle of the lacy fabric, & slowly moved them up & down. With this motion she located the full length of Vanessa's thin landing strip of short, dark blonde pubic hair.

"Mmm ....just curious what sort of wax job you have? ...I've never had one myself ....but I can appreciate why someone like you would ...."

Lizzie looked back up at Vanessa's face, she was moaning quite loudly now, with her eyes closed & mouth open. She couldn't believe just how enthusiastically this wealthy, upper class bitch had surrendered herself. Lizzie realized that fingering her to orgasm was not just what Vanessa wanted, but expected, & that the uppity snob wasn’t accustomed to waiting. Lizzie smiled to herself, knowing that she, a homeless woman, had essentially & effortlessly assumed control of the upper class woman’s body.

As Lizzie's fingers gently roamed her landing strip, Vanessa spread her legs wide apart, symbolically offering herself to the low class woman.

Lizzie immediately withdrew her fingers, & sharply rebuked her,

"Close your legs together, you stupid slut ....I'm not here to service you ..."

Though Vanessa immediately complied, her lower body was noticeably writhing, the socialite clearly frustrated that her expected release was not forthcoming.

Lizzie immediately used her two hands to deliver two sharp smacks to Vanessa's breasts & their erect nipples. This time Vanessa's moaned reaction was borne out of shock & pain, rather than from the ever rising tide of excitement coursing through her entire body. The painful rebuke immediately stopped her wriggling, but the moaning soon resumed at its previous level.

"It's time to remind you who's actually in charge round here ..."

Meanwhile, having quietly moved from her original position at the side of Vanessa's car, Sonja was sitting in the luxurious white leather front passenger seat of the Bentley, absolutely transfixed by events at the adjacent car bonnet. It wasn't Vanessa's submissive behavior that had surprised her, but Lizzie's bravura Dom impersonation definitely did so. This was a completely unexpected tour-de-****, & one that had Sonja riveted in silent appreciation. Sonja told herself she needed to chat with Lizzie about her past life at some point, talk about still waters & all that. Of much greater immediate importance, however, was that Sonja realized she hadn't, up to this moment, filmed any of the action on her phone, & only too aware she wasn't actually in the best position to do so. Lizzie's next move would make that possible.

Lizzie continued her inspection & arrived at Vanessa's calves & feet, dangling over the front of the car.

"Well, you certainly don't need these sandals in this position...."

Lizzie used both of her hands, raised each leg, & roughly pulled the elegant, T-bar leather sandals from Vanessa's feet in turn. She casually released each foot in a manner that caused Vanessa's calves to firmly hit the Evoque's radiator grille, & made her yelp slightly, more out of shock than any pain. The sandals were placed near the top of the bonnet.

She told the highly aroused socialite,

"Listen carefully, you stupid slut ...you are one of the rudest people I've ever met ...& it's time to start teaching you some humility ...I need to get you into position first."

Before she'd finished speaking, Lizzie placed both of her arms underneath Vanessa's body, either side of her midriff, & with a few effort filled pushes & pulls, & in a distinctly rough handed manner, flipped her around onto her stomach. She then yanked her back into the center of the bonnet, until her calves were again left dangling over the front.

"What do you intend to do to me? ...please don't hurt me! " pleaded Vanessa, but to no evident effect on Lizzie.

Lizzie was completely oblivious to Vanessa's pleas. She was focused upon the delicious sight of Vanessa's, almost fully exposed, reverse side, crowned by the most magnificently shaped twin mounds of ass flesh she'd ever seen. The small area of pink lace lying at the top end resembled a tiny veil drawn back to reveal a prize exhibit. Lizzie couldn't resist grabbing & firmly kneading the two proud mounds, before she delivered a couple of firm smacks.

“Perfection ….but not for much longer, Miss ….this is where lesson #1 begins! ….”

Lizzie was standing close to the socialite’s shapely ass & delivered several sharp smacks across each buttock.

“That hurts …" shouted Vanessa, to which Lizzie responded,

“That won’t do ….let’s try these ….”

Lizzie grabbed the pair of the all leather sandals in each hand, & started whacking the rich snob’s previously unblemished ass with increasing ****. Vanessa didn’t just yelp loudly, but also raised & lowered each calf, in perfect rhythm with the alternate spanking of each ass mound.

“Please STOP ….that is really hurting me!” pleaded Vanessa loudly.

After ten strikes on each buttock, Lizzie stood back to admire the reddened skin, & said,

“That will do for now as we're just getting to know each other ….I’m such a soft touch, even with uppity bitches like you …oh, by the way, this pink thong doesn’t complement your skin tone round here anymore.”

In the meantime, at the very moment Lizzie had indicated she was changing Vanessa’s body position, Sonja had also, silently, moved at the cue. Unnoticed by either of the other women, she took up position just behind & to the left of Lizzie, giving her a perfect, square on view of Vanessa’s rear end. She filmed the spanking action, & when Lizzie had finished, moved closer to get some close-up images of Vanessa’s reddened ass. As she did so, Lizzie merely stared back at her friend, who winked in response, with her forefinger pointed up across her mouth. It still wasn’t time to reveal her presence to Vanessa.

Instead, Lizzie gestured to her using her eyes, it was time for Sonja to head back to cover, at the same time as she told Vanessa.

“Right, slut …I’m going to flip you over again …you can cool your stinging ass on the car surface …." when, as Lizzie knew only too well, the contact was actually only going to prolong her discomfort.

So, from the right side of the car, & with another round of pushing, pulling & tugging at Vanessa’s body, she returned her upper class host to her original position on the bonnet. Her discomfiture was only too evident by the way she lifted her ass & wriggled, until sharply told to stop by Lizzie.

“I’m going to release one of your hands, slut …you have 5 minutes to pleasure yourself …don’t waste it! I expect to see some intent …

“And remember, slut, it is my giving nature that is granting you this opportunity, & I expect you to show me an appropriate level of gratitude ….don’t disappoint me!”

Vanessa was now a steadily moaning example of pent-up sexual frustration, & **** to find relief.

“Thank you ….”

“You will address me as Mistress Elizabeth …understand?”

“Yes ….Thank You ….Mistress Elizabeth.”

As she was speaking, Lizzie adjusted the cord knots, freed up Vanessa’s right hand, & fully removed that arm from its robe sleeve. The left remained secured.

Vanessa, while feeling horny as hell, still had enough self-awareness about her to realize that 5 minutes was more than long enough, to both show her gratitude & slake her own fires. Lizzie looked on attentively, as Vanessa’s right hand went to work. All five digits were hyperactive explorers, as if charting the contours of each of her breasts, & criss-crossing with manic enthusiasm. At her nipples, their pace dropped to a near standstill, as they were gently teased & caressed in turn.

Vanessa’s whole body was now in a state of urgent agitation, as if trying to match the high energy of her ‘curious’ digits. Eventually, survey completed, the hand moved south & the digits’ tempo was adjusted to a slow march, as they followed the direct route, line abreast, to their ultimate target. Vanessa gently slid her fingertips along the surface of her pink panty, & moved them up & down at the entrance to her pussy. She gradually increased the pressure, just inserting the pink lace into her pussy lips whilst she established a slow & steady rhythm. Eventually she was ready to bring her fingers into direct contact, & slid them under her panty. Vanessa had established her favored masturbation techniques long ago—especially when the unfolding events were this close to the heart of her particular kink. One hand was certainly no handicap, & some of the side benefits of her expensive, regular manicures were soon evident. The carefully shaped, gel coated, raised nail edges were like toughened, precision-engineered tools. The thumbnail was perfect for teasing & arousing her clit, while her other fingers carefully worked all areas of her vagina. And then, after no more than a couple more minutes of joint stimulation, Vanessa exploded in a deeply satisfying orgasm—& more than a minute of her permitted five still remained.

While Vanessa laid still, momentarily drained, her tensed muscles started to relax, & Lizzie told her,

“Well, slut, I was clearly too generous ….but at least you followed my last instruction, & showed me your gratitude. You may have actually found a role in keeping with your talents ….”

Whilst those words were music to Vanessa’s ears, her body had been relieved, & was quickly returning to normality. The super confident inner character, & haughty exterior of the wealthy socialite were back in evidence, as she calmly told Lizzie,

“We’ve both had our little fun …. & now it’s time for you to release me ….”

Sonja ceased recording on her phone & started moving forward ….