Vanessa & Lizzie have some shared goals ... but the devil is in the details ... Part 2

A naked Vanessa returned to her bedroom. She was only ‘wearing’ the clearly detectable body oil, its deliciously fragrant scent appeared to be emanating from every pore of her warm body. Vanessa’s eyes lingered on the sight that greeted her. Lizzie had removed her plain black, ‘practical’ shoes, & her cheap, dark blue polyester trousers. She was sat on the bed in a light blue, cotton blouse, & her ‘budget’ priced, generously-sized, white cotton knickers were easily visible. Lizzie told Vanessa,

“Kneel here … I’m going to see how clean you are in a minute … but I have to do a couple of things to get you ready first … stay still now … look at my face …”

Vanessa was happy to let Elizabeth take the lead as she was expecting a natural progression in her earlier treatment, which had so thoroughly excited her, & fulfilled some of her dreams. It was with a strong sense of curiosity & growing expectation that she willingly adopted her kneeling position.

“I see you’ve already covered yourself with a scent … you … “

Lizzie was cut-off mid-sentence.

“I know … but this is a beautiful … aarrhh …”

Lizzie reduced Vanessa to painful, stunned silence, as she struck her cheeks with a series of short, sharp smacks, forceful enough to cause her face to jerk from side to side. She told the stung & visibly shocked socialite,

“You are a disobedient slut … & you have to learn quickly if you expect this relationship to continue any further … Are you ready to be my obedient slut?”

“Yea … Yes … Mistress Elizabeth … please don’t hurt me again …”

“That’s better … now … do as you’re told … when you’re told … & never interrupt me …”

Lizzie picked up the pink diamond earrings from the bathrobe next to her, & said to Vanessa,

“I like these … at least they will provide a reminder of your … errrm … status … Present your ears & keep your hair out the way …”

After Lizzie had finished attaching the luxurious earrings, she picked up the spray bottle of Coco Mademoiselle & told her,

“I’m going to spray this over your body, slut … use your hands … make sure you rub it in well … everywhere …”

Lizzie started at Vanessa’s neck & behind her ears, then proceeded to lavishly spray coat her torso & her thighs. Vanessa was definitely in a state of shock & some disarray. Her original plan of effortlessly bringing Lizzie under her control had been virtually steamrollered. Instead, it was self-evident that Lizzie had Vanessa under her complete physical & mental control. Vanessa, for the first time in her life, was keenly aware of feeling something extra, beyond merely being ordered around & sexually dominated. She had experienced being dominated earlier, & had gorged on it. But then there was this feeling that she felt at this moment, & this was something even more intense. Her yearning was being taken to new heights. The forceful reversal in her status had almost flicked a switch. Being stripped of her finery in her dreams was one thing, but reality was so much more potent, like imbibing an elixir of pure submission & role reversal. The low class woman was treating her as if she was a worthless conquest, of no great import, & yet … she found herself wanting more of this feeling … as she did, her juices started to seep from her slit.

Vanessa had to show Mistress Elizabeth she was worthy of her role. She sensuously toyed with her breasts, areolas & nipples, her fingers ensured the fragrant perfume was evenly spread, absorbed, over the full extent of those perfectly matched twin orbs. Vanessa continued the self-massage, her deep rub explored her stomach & thighs. Periodically, she raised & stretched her arms & hands, around & above her head, whilst writhing her hips. Lizzie was delighted, & knew her rich slut was … ‘getting there.’ She also sensed just how aroused she, herself, was feeling. She despised & yet, at the same time, so wanted this posh, rich bitch to make her cum—& the latter feeling was definitely taking over.

Lizzie commanded Vanessa,

“Get on the bed … on all fours … face the mirror … rest on your forearms & stick your ass out … present it to me … just like you did before your shower …”

Vanessa silently, but quickly, obeyed, climbed onto her bed & shuffled into position. Lizzie watched her closely & withdrew slightly to the side. While she did so, she reached under the bed covers, grabbed & moved the sex toys, she ordered Vanessa,

“Come on, you slut, spread those knees … & get that ass up!”

Lizzie adjusted her position, getting her head immediately behind Vanessa’s immaculately shaped, twin marble mounds. Finally, happy with the position of Vanessa’s ass, she looked at her face in the mirror reflection, noted the closed eyes & open mouth, & told her,

“God, you’re a horny slut … I can smell your arousal already … above that shower … above this perfume …”

As she finished speaking, she reached for the vibrator, selected the lowest speed setting & presented it near the entrance to Vanessa’s ever so slightly puckered ass hole. Lizzie noticed the dark beauty spot, just to its upper left, & thought, ‘yeah … most redundant, pointless, bloody signpost ever!!’ After making a very brief contact, which elicited an immediate moan from the ever-so expectant socialite, & drew a simultaneously reflexive jump from her ass, Lizzie withdrew the toy & said,

“Well slut … lucky for you … I’m not too distracted … you need some lube down here …

“Come on … I’m not doing it … choose a finger … get it wet & get it in there …”

Lizzie’s view was focused on Vanessa’s reflection—her face was the very picture of unsated desire, as she raised a couple of right hand fingers to her mouth.

Lizzie was riding the wave again. She allowed Vanessa a brief period to get her asshole ready, as she noted how quickly her fingers defeated her sphincter muscle. She smiled as she told Vanessa,

“I thought you’d be an anal craving slut … & I was right … I’m actually pleased you’re experienced … I didn’t want to waste time breaking you in … let’s try again …”

Lizzie’s main intention, however, was not to allow Vanessa imminent relief. She tormented her asshole, teased her entrance, & finally started a series of brief & shallow penetrations with the toy itself. While she was sorely tempted to raise the tempo, she just managed to maintain her highly restrained & disciplined mode of attack. In any case, it was Vanessa’s body that assumed the pace making role as her sphincter muscle started to blink of its own accord. Vanessa pleaded,

“I’m ready … make me cum … now, PLEASE … Mistress …”

Lizzie didn’t verbally respond. She put down the first toy, & picked up the second, an all-metal 3” butt plug, which she thoroughly lubed-up with her own saliva—she really enjoyed the very thought of getting any of her own juices deep inside this beautiful, but so, so arrogant snob. The plug was firmly pushed into Vanessa’s asshole, & even Lizzie was somewhat surprised, nay rather disappointed, at just how little effort was required. As she switched it on at the lowest setting, she told the moaning socialite,

“You’re clearly well used to this toy … must be a favorite of yours … slipped in like it’s never been away …”

In between her now incessant moans, Vanessa managed to utter a few begging words,

“OH GOD … Just make me cum … PLEASE”

However, Lizzie merely rebuked her,

“You’re a disobedient slut … it’s your role to make me cum first … now, turn over … & lie on your back …”

While Vanessa changed her position, Lizzie removed her plain, white cotton knickers. As she held them in her right hand, she reminded Vanessa,

“You complained about the taste of my fingers earlier … so I’m going to help you get used to my smell & taste first … you’d better show me some gratitude …”

As she finished speaking, Lizzie sat down directly on Vanessa’s face, before sliding down onto her chest. As Lizzie adjusted her position, she pushed Vanessa’s arms backwards so that they hung above & at the sides of her head. She then presented the inside crotch of her panties to Vanessa’s nose & mouth. The upper class woman initially appeared to almost gag, but soon calmed down & started breathing in that nasty, stale concoction indelibly associated with unwashed underwear—if only Lizzie knew that this actually enhanced her allure as far as this rich, privileged woman was concerned. Vanessa’s upper body, restricted by Lizzie’s legs & squat position, only moved in line with her surprisingly deep & comfortable, steady breathing. When Lizzie looked back over her shoulder, however, the ever-growing torment within her sub was on full display. Vanessa’s feet were slipping around the bedclothes, & her ass, hips & pussy bucked as far as their limited range of movement allowed. Lizzie knew Vanessa had, without a flicker of complaint, completely surrendered herself, only a smidgen of extra encouragement would be needed now,

“Come on … lick it … it’s time to get your tongue working … & get used to that taste … You’re gonna make your Mistress cum … all over that pretty, stuck up face of yours …”

As Lizzie finished talking, Vanessa started licking the gusset, & soon raised her tempo. Lizzie decided she was ready, took away the knickers & added,

“Good … you’re finally learning your place … & here is your reward …”

She immediately slid her pussy & thick, unkempt, hairy bush near & over Vanessa’s nose & mouth. Lizzie slightly adjusted her position as she sought to get in sync with Vanessa’s tongue, briefly in view as it eagerly sought out Lizzie’s, now very wet, pussy. Vanessa’s long tongue proved to be greedily inquisitive—her enthusiasm somewhat compensated for her complete lack of experience within a pussy—as she slurped around the length & breadth of her Mistress’ hole. Her lack of proficiency, however, mattered little. First. Lizzie grabbed Vanessa’s head, & tried to use it as if it were a joystick wired to her tongue. She pulled Vanessa’s head as if she was trying to switch the focus of her tongue, from teasing the tip of her clit, now fully swollen, to reaching for the furthest **** of her love tunnel. Lizzie was, herself, approaching her limit &, impatiently, shoved Vanessa’s bathrobe under her head, thereby raising it, as if to help her tunneling tongue probe deeper. Lizzie’s pussy was virtually clamped over Vanessa’s nose & mouth, ceaselessly grinding into her face. Vanessa’s breathing was now fast & ragged, her legs wildly thrashed around, & Lizzie had to allow her to draw occasional snatched breaths through her nose. Then, suddenly, Lizzie arched backwards, used her hands to locate the support of the bed, & exploded in joyous relief, as her juices seeped onto & over Vanessa’s beautiful face.

Lizzie allowed herself to spasm out, & resumed staring intently into Vanessa’s unmoving face & open mouth. She used her own hands to push Vanessa’s hair off her ears. Lizzie absolutely loved the sight of Vanessa’s pink diamond earrings, a single, luxurious, ever-enduring symbol of her slut’s wealth & social status.

As Lizzie dismounted from Vanessa, she brought her mouth very close to Vanessa’s right ear, & almost whispered,

“You are finally learning … & now it’s time for you to cum as well.”

Vanessa was writhing on the bed, her feet were sliding up & down in such a way that caused her knees to alternately rise & fall. She appeared to be reveling in her humiliated state, too distracted to even move her arms & hands, no longer constrained but still hanging limply to the side of, & above, her head.

Lizzie said to her,

“Stupid slut … looks like you need some help …”

She grabbed Vanessa’s ankles, pulled her further down, until her arms were fully on the bed, & pushed her feet wide apart. Lizzie took a few seconds to take in the glorious view that lay in front of her, & then firmly inserted two fingers straight into Vanessa’s fully exposed pussy. Lizzie pumped her with real vigor & feeling—this was keenly felt payback for the rich bitch’s earlier disdainful comments.

Vanessa had, indeed, exalted in her status downgrade, along with its associated sensations—of complete humiliation, of surrender, & of being reduced to a mere sexual plaything in the hands of the low-class woman—& the whole package had provided her with the living realization of her deepest-felt fantasies. But now, Lizzie was set on making Vanessa cum quickly, & not on prolonging her pleasure. This required less than a minute before Vanessa exploded, in another series of deep & lengthy orgasms. Once Vanessa had started to come off her high, Lizzie presented her fingers for licking clean, as she had earlier. She casually, slowly & with clear contempt, wiped them dry in Vanessa’s hair, smiling as she did so. Lizzie rolled Vanessa over onto her front, & said to her,

“That’s enough pleasure for you … I’d better remove that butt plug … you’re such a horny slut, you’ll probably make yourself cum again if I leave it in there any longer …”

After she removed the plug, with somewhat greater difficulty than it took to insert it, Lizzie leant over Vanessa &, taking in a deep breath, told her,

“You know what? … I think you stink as badly as me … time for another shower …”

The truth of the accusation didn’t actually matter. Lizzie’s assumption of power gave her words all the authority they needed. Vanessa’s expression of resignation conveyed just how easily she had been dominated & controlled. There immediately followed another powerful image, as Vanessa removed her earrings & placed them back on her bathrobe. Silently, she stood up & started to walk. Just as reached the door, Lizzie ushered her back,

She was holding up the two sex toys, as she told Vanessa,

“Here … you’d better take these as well … they need cleaning as much as the rest of you!”

Lizzie decided she should get a shower as well, but … not with Vanessa … not this time.

Vanessa’s head was spinning, & she was feeling a conflicted mishmash of feelings & emotions—humiliated, exhilarated, sweaty, dirty &, first & foremost, exultant. Her hands & fingers were focused on her intimate areas as she generously soaped & washed herself under the hot, running water. Her thoughts also soon turned to ‘Mistress Elizabeth’. What depths would she have to go to, if she was to regain any control over the alarming situation brought on by this woman?