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(Mistress Daria)

                                                     Personal Trainer Dominatrix



From their very first encounter, there was a bundle of energy; an electricity between them. At 23, Samantha was four years the married couple's junior, but taking command came effortlessly to her. She was a severe taskmistress and Lana and Christine quickly showed a eagerness to comply with her tasks. Almost unquestioned obedience to her, actually. Nobody had called her Samantha for two decades. She was Samantha, straight and plain. An only child with separated parents who both had brand new families of their own, Samantha had been the lone person she could depend on for as long as she could remember. 



4 weeks after being introduced Christine and Lana, Samantha stayed behind for a drink after their exercise training session had finished. The talk turned to sex. Samantha wanted her clients to apply sex as physical workout and as a encouragement. But it before long became apparent that Christine and Lana's sex life was unfulfilled. Yet that's not how it seemed either of them wanted it to be. Somebody had to take the initiative. 



"OK. push back. Ram your butt on her face now." 



Lana didn't even hesitate. Her eyes were shut. She adjusted her hips so her sweaty anus plopped straight on Christine's face. Her mouth was open in a small, willing 'o'. Just one week ago, Lana had never even had a tongue in her ass and Christine had never once put her tongue into one. But Samantha was broadening their horizons, fast.  



She smiled at Christine's moistness, her thighs moving up against one another. Neither she nor Lana touched it. Her turn may follow at last? Possibly not. Her pussy looked sweet and pink. Her crotch was totally devoid of hair, waxed bald as a baby today, a clear reminder that Samantha was now in charge of 'her entire body'. She was able to hear her gasping to breathe and see her neck muscles straining. The room smelled heavily with the sweet and sour aroma of their perspiration and sex.  



Samantha couldn't truly trust her chance. This was her dream in the flesh. She had a free-and-easy girlfriend but she wasn't anything serious. She adored kinky sex and was a lesbian and dominant. So Christine and Lana ticked all her boxes.  



Lana had already revealed to Samantha that she had been a virgin when she married Christine 7 years prior. She hadn't done more than kiss different girl when she was in her teens. She'd been 18 when she met Christine and had married her at 20.  



Even Christine had just ever had one girlfriend before Lana. They had met on coming to college and it was love at first sight. Sweet, youthful love. Sex was typically plentiful but lacked excitement; inexperienced, rushed. Lana had shyly admitted to Samantha she'd almost never had an orgasm from sex with Christine. They had both soon settled into a sexual routine. Each of them privately thought it was their fate to live with their own personal, unshared desires.  



Before fate had chosen to scratch their seven year itch.  



Samantha drank her water and grinned, as Lana bounced her sweating buns energetically over Christine's chops. Lana had loved quite a few great orgasms once Samantha had taken over her lovemaking.  



The smashing, memorable, habit form that become like drugs.



                                                             Make Me Submissive



I could hear the grin spread across her face when she spoke. "Ah-ha, you learn quickly. Good girl."



I feel her drag her nails along that sweet spot where the ass meets the thigh. I can't help it, I feel myself raise my ass. "My, My, My, someone does seem to like this. Get up." I feel her jerk on my hair and grab my arm to steady me. Always careful, always in control, that thought runs through my head again. She is guiding me to the bedroom. I feel like I am floating, not a single thought in the world entering my brain except, I hope I please her.



"Going forward, Ma'am or Mistress should follow or begin each time you speak. Right now you need to strip, everything goes." She said the last as she stepped away to give me room to undress.



 I am petrified, I haven't been naked in front of someone in a very long time. As usual she knows when I start to think about something. "In 3, 2, 1, start striping..." I see her look at the door. No way in hell I am going to let her walk out of it. Immediately I begin ripping off clothing, I watch her turn with a grin on her face recomposing herself from my frenzied act.



'Naked as jaybird' the saying goes, I stand there unsure of what to do. I clear my throat to speak the exact moment she turns to face me. 



"Mistress, I..."



"Shhh, you are doing so well. Why you worry about how you look, is beyond me. You have a strong frame, all the better for me to pound into because I know you can take it. Large, beautiful shaped breasts, tight little nipples with the perfect piercings. Long, sturdy legs, and an ass, oh an ass that is begging for me to smack it." I hear the words but am so stunned by her description and what I think when I look in the mirror I almost, almost asked a question.



"I see what you are doing. If one question comes out of that mouth I will gag you. Do you understand?"



Scared to death to be silenced, I nod. "Yes, Mistress"



"You look terrified, do I scare you?"



"Yes, I mean no, Mistress, I, you don't scare me I trust you. I am terrified of what I want, of losing control, of letting go, of feeling and..." My mind is in full hum, to say or not to say, what the hell, I am going for broke. I am already standing here naked, the worst she can do is walk out. "...And, I am afraid to lose you."



"Lose me, where do you think I would go? Do you think I have held your hand through your ups and downs all this time, just to walk out on you now? I know it has happened before, with others, it will not with me."



I don't know if my next move is within the realm of whatever, but at that moment I needed her more than anything and flew into her arms almost knocking her down. 



Kissing her square on the mouth, my hands all over her. I feel her move me, not realizing the error of my ways as she knee sweeps me onto the bed. 



She gives me that sassy grin that I can't resist. "I will let that one slide but in the future, please remember I am the one in charge."