Lost in Fashion - Part 12

Jenny woke up and was immediately flooded with memories of the previous day. Wearing those clothes, the guys in the lift, the confrontation with that bitch Catherine, checking the erotic books out of the library...One thing stood out however, the encounter with Georgina. She had always wondered about being intimate with a girl, it was partly what lead her to set up her secret twitter account. What happened yesterday was simply outrageous though. She had always lamented how boring her life was and then this! It was difficult to believe it actually happened.

Then there was the rapidly changing relationship with Amanda. Being her maid, having her pick out slutty outfits, having to call her "Mistress", being called kitten in "return"....Jenny remembered the books and immediately blushed "Oh shit" she whispered as she relived the moment when "A History of Lesbian Erotica" had skidded across the floor between them. It would have been hilarious if it wasn't so utterly mortifying.

Yes, she thought, she had to be careful with Amanda. She was doing so much for her, giving her a roof over her head, introducing her to Professor LeVieux, paying for her tuition. She couldn't risk that with these dangerous games. She was so lucky to have a friend like Amanda and she was being reckless...swept away in this new lifestyle of submission both via Professer LeVieux's bizare experiment and @KtheDomme's wonderfully wicked challenges. To her surprise  she realised it was something she was absolutely revelling in. The lines between fantasy, experiment and reality had become so blurred. Amanda picked her clothes out, she was her maid, Jenny had agreed to call her "Mistress"...then there was the truly delicious images K was coaxing into her brain : Kneeling in front of Amanda, kissing her pussy, allowing her to put a collar around her neck....she shook her head as she remembered hissing her name as she came last night.

She felt her pussy tingle as the thoughts flashed into her mind's eye all over again. No, too much. She had to be more sensible. The thought of Amanda being disgusted by it all and throwing her out was terrifying.

She checked the clock. It was still a few hours before they had to be in college, time to earn her keep.

She put on the french maid outfit, ridiculous as it was, and set about tidying the apartment as quietly as possible in order not to disturb Amanda. She would have to hoover later but by the time she hear stirring from the master bedroom she had basically tidied most of the living room, dining room and study.


She quickly darted into the kitchen. She had prepared breakfast earlier so didn't need much time to complete the task. There wasn't much in the kitchen it had to be said but she had found enough. Similar to yesterday's meal but it would have to do Smoked salmon scrambled eggs, toast, orange juice and a cafetiere of top quality coffee. She loaded up a tray and knocked on the bedroom door.

Amanda called "Yeah, come in" immediately and Jenny smiled at her timing. Not too early to wake Amanda up but she'd managed to catch her before she was out of bed. She entered the room and was rewarded by a beaming smile from her landlady/best-friend. "Oh Kitten!" she gushed "...You are so good to me"

Jenny grinned "What else does my Mistress deserve?" she replied and sat the try down on Amanda's duvet.


Amanda patted the bed gesturing for Jenny to sit down. As Jenny complied she said "Scrambled eggs again...There was much in" with a note of apology "I think we need a shopping trip"

"Yeah, I eat out or get takeaway for too much...We can get food delivered from Waitrose or something" replied Amanda as she tucked into her eggs.

Jenny was used to being totally frugal and instantly protested "They charge a fortune, I don't mind going"

Amanda smiled at her friend's innocence "Okay Kitten, we can go together...it'll be fun to see how people react to your outfit...I have a great one in mind for today". Jenny's heart sank. She'd allowed herself to forget about that side of things for a moment. The supermarket would be another challenge for her to endure.

Amanda looked at her housemate perched primly on her bed dressed as a sexy french maid. It was so delightful to see this pretty shy, conservative girl being pushed towards submission and debauchery under the expert guidance of Amanda, her online alter-ego, and friends like Veronica LeVieux and Georgina.

Ever since they had been friends Amanda was sure Jenny was submissive, she thought back to the moment she'd discovered Jenny's secret twitter account and the secret's it held. One unguarded trip to the bathroom during lunch and an alert flashing up on Jenny's unlocked screen. Amanda had scanned the account quickly and was overjoyed by the fantasies Jenny was exploring. A few days later @KtheDomme began following @fashionslavex and before long the fun and games had began.

Every time "K" had set Jenny a task she had protested and bemoaned how terrible it was but she always complied. It was clear she revelled in submissive surrender and was more than amenable to flirting with females. Jogging without a bra was a particular favourite of Amanda's. Watching those gorgeous pert boobs bounce along and the nipples poke out in the cold was simple divine. What was more arousing was Jenny's self-consciousness and the twinkle in her eye showing she was enjoying being pushed out of her comfort zone.

Now the trap was closing around Jenny and she didn't even realise it. She looked again at her new pet, so adorable...she simply couldn't wait until Jenny was knelt in front of her clad only in the leather collar she had given her. The fantasy image she had presented to Jenny via "K" was Amanda's ultimate aim...it would be a reality, and soon.

They chatted amiably as Amanda ate "This is so good kitten" she gushed "Thank you so much"

Jenny looked down bashfully "It's nothing...Mistress...seriously, I am so grateful to you"

If Amanda did not have the tray on her lap she would have sprung across the bed and engulfed Jenny in a tight hug....Adorable.

As she finished her meal and savoured the coffee Amanda said "So did you get your diary over to Veronica?"

Jenny nodded "Yes, it was quite long actually, a lot to reflect on" she then launched into the story she had been practising all morning "...those library books will provide a lot of good background for the diary, I want to do this right cause it's so important"

Amanda almost giggled at how bad Jenny was at lying "They looked very...interesting it has to be said. There was one about spanking and punishment? I might have to read that in case you ever step out of line kitten" she smiled and Jenny blushed.

"I'll have to check Mistress...but don't worry I'll be good" replied Jenny

"Okay then" announced Amanda suddenly as she placed the tray aside and slipped out of bed "We'll have to get moving soon, time to get you dressed"

Jenny sighed exaggeratedly "I'll tidy up".

By the time the dishes were done Amanda was already dressed and in Jenny's room. She was rummaging through the clothing supposedly left by the room's previous occupant "What sort of girl wears these things? What was she thinking?" asked Amanda in mock incredulity. Inwardly she answered her own question "My little lesbian sex slave, that's who"

Jenny was not looking forward to this one bit but had no option "Well they certainly provoke a reaction...that's what Veronica wants" she sighed. She started taking off her maids outfit whilst Amanda tried not to make her furtive glances at her naked housemate too obvious.

Amanda started laying out things on the bed "Seriously kitten, when we are in Paris or Milan as part of Veronica's honour role program I am going to buy you the must stunning outfit we can find...I know it is you doing all the hard work for this".

Jenny smiled and looked at the outfit Amanda was assembling with resignation. It was just as bad as yesterday's. Today, it seemed, she would be wearing a powder blue halter-neck top that exposed a scandalous amount of cleavage and all of her tummy. It tied at the back via flimsy spaghetti straps behind her back and neck. To go with it she would be wearing a flimsy cotton skirt that seemed to have been altered and slit up the sides...to Jenny it looked like a slightly over-sized loincloth more than a skirt. It was marginally longer than yesterday's shorts. It would cover her buttocks but still ended on her upper thigh. Amanda added a paid of blue and white stripey knee-socks and fished out a pair of Converse trainers.

"Annnnd underwear?" enquired Jenny

Amanda held up a small blue thong "I am going to keep this in my bag but I want you to go commando, it will be interesting how constantly having to ensure you aren't exposed makes you feel psychologically"

Jenny bristled, this was too much, this was her life they were talking about. Experiment or not she couldn't wear that tiny skirt with no panties "No, Amanda, seriously. Too far.....I can't wear that without panties."

Amanda stood her ground "Kitten!" was all she said.

Jenny seemed to wilt "Amanda please...I could get arrested, people will think I am a whore"

Amanda stared Jenny down "Kitten...This IS going to happen. It has to happen....this is point of the experiment, the person dressed the most outrageously is actually best fashion student in the college. It is provocative...that's what Veronica wants."

There was a silence, Amanda broke it "And don't call me Amanda....Remember Amanda isn't doing this to you. Mistress is. We agreed....Amanda isn't a bitch to Jenny, she's her best friend" She paused for effect "...I need this".

The vulnerability broke the tension, Jenny sat down and began putting the knee socks on in silence "Yes Mistress..." she whispered. Amanda sat down on the bed next to her and hugged her gently. Jenny closed her eyes, she was never normally comfortable being naked but the hug was perfect. She realised she needed Amanda in all this. She needed to cling to her to stop her flying off into totally uncharted territory with no control. As she pulled up the second knee sock she added "...I'm sorry Amanda".

My BBH (Big, Beautiful Hypnotist)

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The Perfect Agent - Part 7

The inside of the Mercedes was partitioned so there was a screen separating them from the driver, that coupled with the tinted windows gave them total privacy. The car moved away almost as soon as the door was closed and Cassie pounced barely a second later.

She peeled off her coat revealing her bodice then preceded to remove Matt's jacket too. She pushed a button to wind down the screen between them and the driver and passed the coats through to him before resuming her seduction.

This alarmed Matt because he knew that he had to check in with Samantha and Verity and needed his phone to do so, this might be an unofficial operation but he had to prove he could follow protocol if he was to be made a full-time field agent. At present, however, he simply had to go with the flow and enjoy his time with this voracious, voluptuous older lady.

She stalked across the car and press herself on top of him chuckling lasciviously then resumed her aggressive, commanding kissing of him. It was slightly overwhelming but utterly enjoyable as she pushed her tongue into his mouth and ground her slick, glossy lips against his. He began stroking his hands up the sides of her basque and was rewarding with purrs of pleasure, emboldened he moved higher cupping his round, heavy breasts. This gained him a hiss of pleasure for his new lover so he began caressing them all the while allowing her to dominate their passionate french kissing.

Time ticked by as they made out passionately, after the while Cassie leaned back and freed her enormous, round G cup breasts for the basque, she towered over him and the breasts were now at eye level, he looked up at her and her smiled at him and retrieved her perfume from her handbag. She sprayed it in the deep valley between them and then applied a slick coating of her lipgloss to each nipple. It was clear that scent and taste played a huge part in Cassie's sensuous love-making. Again she smiled at him "Show me what you can do darling".

Matt leaned forward and kissed Cassie's right nipple, instantly his mouth was filled with a sweet, almost floral taste, it even seemed to tingle slightly. She grabbed his hair and pulled him tighter so he used his other hand to cup and caress the other breast. The scent of the perfume and taste of the lipgloss coupled with the warmth of the flesh enveloped him and soon the two of them were groaning with pleasure. The nipples were now swollen and engorged and Cassie was clearly revelling in Matt's tender attention. They were truly magnificent boobs and it was beyond hot to be allowed to kiss and worship them. He was becoming so excited lost in ritual of just kissing and licking and slurping and sucking on those perfect pink nipples. Even his lips felt aroused and engorged. He began alternating between them ensuring both were thick and swollen. Cassie was clearly in rapture and groaned and moaned with pure lust and pleasure.

His cock was swollen and mashing itself against his leather trousers. As if reading his mind Cassi reached down and began stroking his cock through the leather as he continued to worship and adore her divine breasts.

The inside of the car was beginning to get steamy as they continued their tryst. Both were becoming extremely excited and Cassi wanted more, she pulled her chest away from Matt's lips and breathed heavily "Come on, we need to get you out of those trousers...take them off".

Matt was self-conscious, he was after all in a moving vehicle albeit one designed for complete privacy. He looked at Cassie whilst he unbuckled his belt. He was still debating whether this was a good idea when he realised he was already pulling the trousers down. Cassie had an uncanny knack of disarming him and making him do things before he'd even thought them through. Matt was now sitting in the back of the Mercedes with his leather trousers round his ankles and just his boxer shorts and vest top to protect his modesty. Cassie, kneeling in the middle next to him giggle "Don't be shy with me Matty, shorts down, top off....I wanna see what I have on my hands here".

There was no avoiding this it seemed. Matt was not exactly overjoyed at the prospect of being completely naked in the back of a car, it was daunting and Cassie was intimidating with her imperious confidence. For Cassie's part Matt's nervousness just seemed to arouse her all the more "Trust me sweetie" she whispered.

Matt pulled his vest top over his had and then fumbled awkwardly with his boots and trousers before finally removing the boxers to leave him totally naked. Cassie bit her lip "My, my...If I'd known how scrumptious you were I'd have pounced on you in the restaurant....I am very glad I bumped into you tonight darling". She sat above him looked truly stunning. Her long, lustrous hair cascade over shoulder and draped across one of her uncovered breasts.

Matt prided himself on his physique, he had always wanted to go into field operations and that required physical fitness and self-defence training. He always had several gym session a week during his lunch breaks and ran regularly. He was also fairly sure his manhood was at least average sized given the reactions of previous girlfriends and lovers.

As Matt watched Cassie passed his clothes through to the  driver again then looked at him "You're all mine", she then coated her hand in the lipgloss and reached for his cock, she slathered her slick, glycerin covered palm up and down its length before wrapping her hand around the shaft and beginning to slowly sensuously jerk him off. Her other hand was gently cupping his balls and soon his eyes were rolling back in his head as he received a slowly, drawn out handjob.

Cassie paused momentarily to adjust her position, she was now kneeling in the footwell and clearly only had one thing on her mind...she looked up at Matt "You have been a very good boy tonight...Good boys always get their reward" she said and then leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on the very tip of his cockhead. His entire groin was tingling and throbbing now and Matt surmised that the lipgloss had an extra feature to make kissing more intense. It was strange but definitely pleasurable and his cock seemed to be throbbing and pulsing more intensely than he could ever remember it. Cassie purred with pleasure and then ran her tongue up and down the swollen length of his cock. Matt sighed with pleasure and the gasped as Cassie engulfed his entire length in her mouth and down her throat.

Matt lay back and forgot about everything else as Cassie gave him a wonderful blowjob. Before too long his breath became laboured as her ministrations brought him towards orgasm. Cassie, sensing this, took his dick out of her mouth and looked up at him "I'd love to make you cum sweetie but we have a long night ahead of us". She rose up from her position between his legs and took her place next to him. He was completely naked and she was dressed in a leather basque, stockings and thigh high boots. Her massive chest still cascaded out of the basque and she wrapped her arms around him and guided his mouth to her nipple once again. As he began to suckle she reached down and began gently stroking and caressing his cock.

She snuggled herself closer and pulled Matt closer into her. She kissed the top of his head as he gently pleasured her.

Eventually the car turned a corner and descended into a underground car park and came to a stop "Home sweet home baby" said Cassie brightly and pushed her boobs back into the bustier "Come on".

Matt was just in the process of asking if he could retrieve his clothes when Cassie got up and exited.

She opened the door and walked across to the elevator. Matt looked out the door. Thankfully the car was only a few yards to the metal door but he was naked. Cassie smiled "Remember, honey, you can't be shy if you are going to please me"

The lift doors opened and Matt took his opportunity to scurry across to the lift. Cassie smiled warmly and stepped across blocking the access to the lift. Matt came to a halt in front of her. With her boots on and Matt barefoot she was now taller than him. She bent down to kiss him again and took his cock in her hand "Don't worry about anything when you are with me Matt, I promise to take care of you".

Still holding his cock she turned and lead him into the elevator and selected her floor.

December Reading - BBW Cougar themed

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Blood Dancer - Part 4

Brigid tried to push her way through the crowd. She simply had to identify who was using dark magic in the town. The sisters in the coven would be able to help her but she had to know exactly what she was dealing with. Several people she knew stopped her and hugged her in celebration at the team's late equaliser. She tried her best to be polite and not show any of the uneasiness she was feeling

She had lived in Lincoln Lake for years after retiring from the active witchcraft scene. A youth of magical experiment and active operations against dark magicians and dangerously untrained amateur sorcerers had left her jaded and exhausted. It had been a fun, hedonistic, action packed lifestyle with non of the undead and demonic dangers of other parts of the world but eventually she had wanted a quieter life and so became an English teacher in a small Massachusetts town.

Since then nothing even remotely magical had occurred apart from her minor spell-casting. From a rival for a job promotion who became unexpectedly sick on the morning of their interview or an object of lust who unexpectedly decided to ask her out right through to things like a neighbour suddenly deciding that they liked classical music rather than loud death metal at 1am. Magic had been a constant in her life but now she was facing something unknown in her own back yard.

As she made her way around the field Beth and Wilma were jumping for joy and Kate was smiling warmly. She had enjoyed her little intervention, it was amusing how the humans got caught up in their sporting contests without ever realising they were merely a sop to their more bloodthirsty natural instincts. It was the same all over the world. humans were either fighting or finding some form of confrontation.

Beth was being slightly more tactile with Kate with each passing day as was Wilma. Kate was amused by how infatuated the women were becoming but despite her infinite superiority to the two homo-sapiens she found herself liking the women and the other in their circle. Many vampyres and aristocratic ones in particular were utterly contemptuous of mankind and saw them merely as pets, tools to be used and a source of food. Despite being utterly ruthless and as bloodthirsty as any of her special Kate had always had a more complex relationship with the planet 2nd ranked species. She was utterly amoral but still found merit in them. They had capacity to please and entertain and in some cases delight but she never lost site of their complete and utter inferiority. She wondered if human farmers ever become attached to their livestock. Certainly some vampyres did form an attachment to their humans.

Beth was literally jumping for joy as Kate mused over this deep, deep philosophical topic. "You must come round to our house, we will have a real post-game barbecue party" she said to everyone, she turned to Kate with a look of hope "Will you join us?"

Kate smiled, it was all so easy "Oh Beth, I'd love to" then she noticed she'd said the word "barbecue" staying out in the sun would be torment for her. She needed to bath and recuperate after 90 minutes spent in those harmful ultraviolet rays "...would it be okay if I went home first to freshen up"

Beth was overjoyed at this news. She was delighted to have this interesting European visitor as her guest, she quickly wrote down her address and Kate made her apologies. As she was descending the steps to leave she encountered Carl making his was towards his mother. Stacey was in tow although there was no closeness in their body language "Too bad Stacey" thought Kate "I am sure you are a nice girl but there is no way you are getting your hands on Carl before me". She paused briefly to congratulate Carl. The young man was utterly overjoyed that Kate had seen his big moment. He had spent most of the week fantasising about the sultry European and was extremely grateful that his mom & Reverend Wilma had invited her along.

Kate finally made it to her car with it's tinted windows and breathed a sigh. The pain was nothing but as the hours ticked along it built and built. She would apply a special salve to her skin once she returned to her new home. After composing herself and turning the air-conditioning up to full she pulled away

Just as Kate was leaving Brigid made it round to where Reverend Wilma and her group of friends was standing. She didn't not approach as she had always been suspicious of the clergy and she had never been particularly friendly with Reverend Wilma. Further to that she had been on the end of Beth Langberg's fury over the grades she had given her son the previous year. She discreetly took a seat in the stand a few rows above them and watched to see if she could work out what was going on. There was certainly no hint of magic now so what was going on.

She scanned the crowd. Carl, the hero of the hour, his doting mom, the local pastor, various friends...she noted Stacey towards the rear of the group. She noted terse exchanges between Carl and Stacey and an obvious look of disappointment. It was clear there was something between them. She seemed to remember Carl and Stacey being an item at school. Had they broken up? Why would she be there if that was the case. In her experience young adolescents were the most likely to be playing around with the 'craft. She decided to keep a close eye on Stacey going forward.

Thirty minutes after she'd left the soccer field Kate arrived at the home she had recently bought. She had employed a team of humans to convert it to her specifications. Vital amongst her requirements was a large basement. Fortunately this on had an underground level almost the size of the entire property. It could only be reached by a coded entry system and was shielded by all manner of secrecy spells. Kate typed in the code and descended into her lair. In the very back room was a series of cages. Each contained a human male. These were the people who had set up Kate's special genealogy websites and procured her property in the area. They were the only people who knew of her plans and activities and she had them all imprisoned. Kept alive and sanitary by the automated systems they themselves had helped to install. Then Kate had betrayed them, this was unheard of. She had always been generous and rewarding with her human staff but this was simply too important.

She opened the cage and calmed the mind of the human sitting dejected within its confines. She beckoned to him and he crawled out dutifully. He was fully naked and utterly pliant....like a lamb to the slaughter. Literally.

Kate walked around him savouring her prey. This one was one of the computer technicians who had constructed the intricate system to detect anyone with the correct ancestry. She smiled slightly. Certainly not a prime specimen but rich and life-giving blood. She ran her hands over his shoulders and he shivered with lust but again made no movement.

Kate gently tilted his head to the right and her fangs extended, her eyes went black as night. She grabbed him and sunk her teeth into his neck, they easily pierced the soft skin and then the muscle underneath. Her jaws clamped together and she ripped open his throat spraying blood across the room. It surged and pulsed into Kate's mouth and she gulped down pint after pint after pint of the rich bright red arterial blood.

He didn't even scream.

Blood Dancer - Part 3

Kate sat in the bleachers at the side of the soccer pitch, almost everyone there was relaxing in shorts and t-shirts whilst Kate wore culottes, a long-sleeve linen blouse, wide, round sunglasses and a broad floppy brimmed hat.

A few of the ladies had enquired if she was hot and she had waved off the suggestion telling them how warm it was in her native southern Spain. In truth the pain was building and after so many years of immunity from it's fierce deadly rays she despised her own increasing weakness.

It had been a week since she had first attended church. In that time she had been busy ingratiating herself into the circle of friends that surrounded the Langburgs. It had actually been pathetically easy. After her first encounter the subtle attraction she had created in their minds had meant that, in fact, they had some sought her out. "Like lambs to the slaughter" she thought with a playful smile. It was plain to see in their actions as Kate leaned over to her looking her square in the face "It's not going great is it?" she said. When speaking to everyone else around her Beth kept her eyes firmly on the field but with Kate she desired the intimacy of the face to face conversation. She was totally enthralled with the Vampyre queen sitting mere inches away from her and didn't even realise it.

"There is still time, don't worry Carl can do it" said Kate with a reassuring smile. Beth frowned. The local high school were a goal down and down to ten men and were very lucky to still be in the game. Carl had not played well and Beth had confided that he had been having a difficult week after having argued with Stacey. Kate was, obviously, delighted to hear this. Her gentle massaging of Carl's feelings would have ensured he couldn't stop thinking about her and made him distracted and aloof to other woman. She had sighs and looked sad and dispensed some lame platitudes about young love but inwardly she was cheering wildly.

The game went on and was apporaching it's finish, a few cheers of encouragement went up but it the general consensus was that it was not going to be their day. Beth glanced over and smiled in stoic solidarity.

She had been made extremely welcome by the ladies of Lincoln Lake and was actually enjoying the pleasant, dullness of the town. Reverend Wilma was definitely going above and beyond the call of duty as a pastor welcoming a new parishionner and Kate was almost certain she was a closetted lesbian infatuated with her. This could become complicated as her lust grew and grew but if everything went according to plan she entertained the idea of a tryst with the plump, buxom homely woman. Nothing, however, was to distract from Carl. He was so precious...the thought of him made her clench her thighs together. A handsome, vital, attractive young source of Kingsblood. The ultimate prize for a Vampyre and only she, Ekaterina de los Villamorte, knew his location or that he even existed.

The thrill of the situation made breathless with desire, reckless with the sheer exhileration of it all. She leant back and decided to have some fun. Why not she'd ensured an afternoon in the deady blistering sun in order to get close to Beth and Carl...she deserved some excitement.

She reached out with her mind and delicately touched Carl's mind fuelling his adrenelin. He sprinted forward and shouted for the ball, suddenly more energetic than the rest of the team. He surged towards the opposition goal where a wall of defenders waited for him. Kate picked her moment perfectly, she turned her attention to the opposition defender and coaxed an angry wave of emotion onto him. All his poise and timing went out of the window as her lurched towards Carl barely even noticeing the ball. The result was an ungainly tangle of limbs just inside the penalty area and Carl sliding across the turf.

Kate grinned to herself and everyone around her stood up howling for the inevitable penalty. She glanced at the stadium clock, it showed 93:47.

Carl, surging with maculinity and adrenelin, got up straight away and grabbed a the ball. Several team mates jogged forward suggesting they take it but Carl stood his ground. Kate now reversed her magically stimulus and gave her target a zen-like calm. The penalty sailed into the net and all around her went wild. Beth hugged Kate and jumped for joy. Kate allowed herself a broad grin, why couldn't a girl have a bit of fun.

The stadium was alive with happiness apart from one person. In the stand opposite sat Brigid Malone, red-headed history English teacher and lifelong witch. Kate's magical intervention had hit her like a bucket of cold water. She had felt the first waves a week ago but had convinced herself it had been a mistake or a passing event. Nothing to do with Lincoln Lake...now there was no mistaking it. Someone in this stadium was using dark magic. She had never encountered anything of the sort since she'd moved here...it turned her life upside down.

Amidst the cheering and the excitment over the game's finale she tried to reach out with her own senses and home in on who it was but after the first two surges it had disappeared just as soon as it arrived. She looked around frantically and then lambasted herself. It was hardly likely that the person using the sorcery would be visibly detectable. She began to panic as the stadium hushed for the kick. She cursed herself for being so out of practice with the 'craft. Then just as the kick was ready to be taken she felt it again. She didn't even acknowledge the on-field action merely opened her senses to get a bearing on the magic.

There! she looked across the stadium to a crowded area. No-one particularly notable but she recognised Reverend Wilma. Someone in her circle of friends? Surely not she thought. As the stadium erupted she quietly slipped out of her seat and started planning her next move.

The Perfect Agent - Part 6

Cassi and Matt's tryst continued for several minutes before he felt Cassi placed her finger under his chin. He stared at her full, round face and it's plump glossy red lips newly painted with that rich coating of Scarlet Siren. Now it was time for kissing and the two began making out like hormonal teenagers. Their lips slathered hungrily against each other and Cassi quickly invaded Matt's mouth with her tongue. It was slightly startling at first how commanded she was but he quickly became accustomed to her taking command and the throbbing in his groin told him he certainly wasn't averse to Cassi taking control like this.

They kissed and groped each other not caring about how public the surroundings were. Matt stroked and cupped her huge, heavy breasts whilst Cassi gripped his ass firmly or reached in between them and rubbed her hand along the length of his stiff, pulsing cock.

Eventually they came up for air and Cassi grinned like the cat that got the cream "You have potential hun, you cam here to learn about BDSM...I have something I want to show you"

Matt looked at her quizzically, Cassie continued "The floor show might let you know a little bit more of what we are about...it can be a little bit wild but I promise to look after you"

Matt told himself this was key part of fully gaining Cassi's trust but realistically he was desperate to spend more time with Cassi and get deeper involved with her"Lead on my Lady" he said.

Cassi reached into her bag and produced a leather collar and leash "Unfortunately boys and only allowed in when accompanied by a responsible adult....do you trust me Mathew?"

It was a tense moment...a collar? The videos he'd watched featured them heavily and usually always symbolise a complete surrender by the wearer and a complete carte blanche for person who held the leash. Despite his reservations he was absolutely desperate to find out more about Cassi and her lusts and desires. He convinced himself it was his duty as an undercover agent to follow his mission. He knew however there was a reckless infatuation at work here. He reached across and took the collar. Cassi smiled intensely.

Matt held the collar up to his neck and fumble with the buckle. It clipped shut and the deal was done.

Cassi stood up and held the leash, she gently drew it to her and kissed Matt once again "You know how to make a woman happy sweetie, come on...some women make their pet's crawl but I am not feeling bitchy tonight. Let's take in a show" she gestured to Matt to pick up the drinks and left the table. She lead him through the club. The site of a mature woman leading an athletic younger man did not seem to attract attention at all. They stopped by their original table and the two other ladies from earlier whooped and applauded the obvious developments. They did not mock or patronise Matt, rather they cooed over the both of them.

After there stopping briefly Cassi once again lead Matt towards a discreet door and knocked gently. A tall, well built bouncer looked out and seeing Cassi nodded and waved them both inside. In there a set of stairs lead down to a plush, velvet covered room. The lights were low and furniture as intimately arrayed around a stage that was currently curtained off. There was already several groups on people in there but still plenty of space. Cassi made her way to a comfortable armchair and sat down. Next to it was a thick cushion, sitting down in the chair she snapped her fingers and pointed at the cushion. For the merest moment she looked stern and harsh but then the facade wavered and she smiled "Trust me hun, this is going to be an eye-opener for you". Matt for his part was already in the process of kneeling. He had began obeying her almost instantaneously. He reminded himself he had to be careful.

They chatted about how Matt was feeling and whether things were moving too fast for him. Matt answered truthfully, that this was all a bit new and scary but being with Cassi was convincing him to persevere. The fact Cassi was in a seat looking down at her companion who knelt next to her wearing a collar and leash did not seem in anyway unusual to anyone in the room least of all Cassi. They finished their champagne and Cassi gestured to a waiter to get them two whiskey sours. She did not actually ask Matt if he wanted one she merely stated "You are fine with that aren't you" and to be honest although he never usually drank them a whiskey sour seemed like a good idea.

Then the music died down and the lights went dimmer. Cassi moved her leg so that it was rubbing against Matt's shoulder and she caressed his hair affectionately. He looked up at her and she winked at him.

The curtains opened to reveal a wooden frame with an array of metal rings and straps hanging from it. Almost immediately three figures emerged from the side of the stage. It was the Mistress from earlier and her cute submissive redhead plus a hulking male who was wearing nothing but the collar he'd been offered earlier and a pair of speedos. The trunks were doing very little to disguise the fact the he was extremely well hung.

The young submissive bowed to the crowd "I am Jenny and this is Mistress Diane" there was a polite applause from the audience. Jenny continued "This fine, brave specimen is Andreas" again another round of applause. She bowed again then spotting Matt kneeling in the front row waved enthusiastically. Upon seeing this Cassi leaned down to him "Friends of yours?" she enquired.

Matt blushed as if he had been busted "No, I bumped into them earlier...I think they were recruiting."

Cassi chuckled "You might have had a lucky escape then babe"

While they were talking the Jenny was securing Andreas to the frame. He was bound in an X shape with his wrists and ankles attached to the corners and extra strapping around his upper thighs. He as quite immobile.

Once the man was locked in place Jenny sank to her kneels and produces a small blade from her bra. Andreas looked down nervously but Jenny quickly and deftly used the blade to cut away the speedos revealing Andreas' impressive cock. Now free the organ began to throb into life as Jenny began fondling it, it swelled to around 7 inches as the expert submissive ran her hand up and down it. As Andreas began to groan Jenny redoubled her efforts by starting to kiss the cock. The sexual tension hung in the air. Mistress Diane, in the meantime had removed her leather coat revealing a shiny black PVC catsuit. She looked stunning.

The groans coming from Andreas were becoming more and more audible now as Jenny worked his cock. The lust was palpable in the air and Matt's cock throbbed in his trousers. Diane approached and mustled Jenni's hair before pressing in the back of her head signalling her to deepthroat the entire length of Andrea's cock in one go. This in itself received applause from the watching clubbers.

Andreas tossed his head back in pleasure and Diane retrieved a bottle of oil from the side of the stage poured it onto her hand and began caressing his chest. The moans were becoming more intense now and Matt could see this hulking male strain at the bindings as his pleasure grew. Before long he was futilely trying to thrust his cock towards Jenny and it was clear his orgasm was imminent. Unfortunately for Andreas it was clear to his tormentors too and just before the point of no return Jenny flopped back leaving his cock throbbing pitifully in the air. A groan escaped his lips and the audience gasped as a dribble of precum drooled from the tip.

Cassi sipped her drink and looked down at Matt who was spellbound by the show, feeling her gaze on her he looked up at her embarrassed at how aroused he was. Cassi just smiled and caressed his cheek feeling the flush of arousal and shame "Don't be shy...just enjoy it sweetie, I decide what's acceptable".

By now Andreas had cooled off a little bit. Diane began fondling his swollen balls in her latex covered hand before nodding to Jenny. The elfin submissive quickly resume her oral worship.

Whilst Jenny was renewing her assault on Andreas' manhood Diane stepped to the side of the stage and picked up a leather riding crop. She took it to Andreas and held it in front of his face "Ladies and Gentlemen..." she said out loud "..this fine figure of a man will cum only when I decide he has endured enough torment" then turning back to her captive "You agree don't you. I could release you right now and you could jerk off in the toilets but believe me you'd be missing out" She rubbed Jenny's hair "This little angel licks me to sleep every night and if you put on a good show you will sleep in our bed tonight" She walked around behind the frame "So what is it to be, escape or torture".

Andreas closed his eyes "Torture Mistress".

Almost immediately there was an swish and a sharp thwack and the crop ripped across the man's ass, he left out a choked groan.

The stage began to rotate slowly given the audience alternating views for Jenny's oral skills and Diane's punishment of Andrea's ass. Everyone in the room had a perfect view of the action. Again Andreas' moans signalled he was about to cum and again Jenny backed off. This time Andreas gasped and cried out "Noooo". For this he got an extra hard swipe of the crop and a cry of pain quickly followed his cry of frustration.

For the next cycle Diane used her latex gloves covered in oil to jerk him off and fondle his balls. While this happened Jenny, cutely standing on a stool, kissed him and tongued his ear whilst whispering to him. This time he reached his zenith a lot sooner but again all physical contact was removed at exactly the right time.

Matt looked round and and the room was wired with sexual energy. Several of the couples were discreetly pleasuring each other and a few of the singles were openly masturbating. He looked up at Cassi., she was becoming breathless with excitement as once again the two women renewed their assault on their helpless victim. Matt realised this was the opportunity. Cassi sat crossed legged. One of her boots hung in the air. He bent over and took the boot in his hand and kissed the toes.

Cassi's calm persona dropped for a second as Matt kissed her boot. She was utterly turned on by the show and now her new partner was submitting to her in one of the most perfect ways imaginable. She considered hauling down her panties right there and then but managed to restrain herself. She gestured to Matt with her finger. He crawled up to eye level. He looked as turned on as she did. She asked him the question, she knew he would agree even before she opened her more "You will come back to mine?"

Matt merely nodded, the thought of refusing didn't enter his head. Cassi stood up and took hold of the leash...she lead Matt to the cloakroom before they made their way from the club. She still held the leash the entire time.

Matt had presumed Cassi was going to hail a cab but as soon as they stepped out into the cold night air a Mercedes pulled up and an immaculately tailored driver jumped out to open the door for them. As soon as they were inside the car pulled away speeding them through the night to Cassi's abode.

They never found out what happened to Andreas