Chapter 3
Marge found the naked gardener again the next day. The routine went much the same as the day before. They chatted for a bit and then Marge held Kathleen where she masturbated her to orgasm. Kat, again, protested that it did not seem right. But Marge prevailed again and Kathleen ended up with another explosive orgasm.
By the fifth day, Kathleen had stopped protesting. Marge hoped that it was because Kat was now starting to see the intimate touching as part of normal life although Marge knew that it could just be that her neighbor just realized the futility of protesting.
Marge held both breasts and toyed with the stiff nipples as Kat leaned back against her. “Can you do yourself today, little one? I want to play with these.” She squeezed the two breasts for emphasis.
Kat’s eyes flew open wide in surprise. Marge had just asked her to masturbate. Crimson streaked across her cheeks at the thought of being so wanton. But despite the embarrassment, she moved her hand between her thighs and started stroking herself.
“Am I ever in any of your daydreams?” asked Marge as she manipulated the firm breasts. She bounced them and then gripped the nipples, stretching them away from Kat’s chest.
Kat tensed at the question. Marge had been an occasional actor in her dreams before. Most of the time, it was innocent fun like shopping or skiing together. Once she remembered a steamy little dream sequence in which she and Marge had been in a threesome with a hunky guy.
For the past few days, however, her dreams were almost monopolized by Marge. And the dreams were far from innocent. Marge was the mistress and Kat was the sub. She served her mistress in every possible way, including sexually, and her mistress bound her and punished her and used her. But she could never tell Marge about those dreams.
“Sometimes. You have been in my dreams occasionally for as long as I have known you.”
“That’s sweet. Thank you.” She gave each nipple an extra tug. “Tell me about the most recent one.”
Kathleen gasped. She couldn’t describe that one. It was too lurid. In that dream, Marge had Kat tied spread eagle between two poles. Nipple clamps were pinching her tender little buds. And Marge alternated between whipping her and pushing a huge dildo deep inside her.
“Dreams are so hard to remember,” said Kathleen safely.
Marge pinched the two nipples, eliciting a squeal. “Hey!” complained Kat.
“Think,” commanded Marge.
“Okay. Thinking.” Kat wracked her brain trying to come up with something. Finally, she decided on a partial truth. “In my most recent one, you were my mistress and I was your sub.”
Marge smiled at the response, knowing there must be more to it that she could pry out of Kat. She looked down across the naked body seeing the breasts cradled in her hands and seeing the fingers stroking the dewy petals. Marge knew her pet-to-be was highly aroused because the fingers were glistening with her juices.
“Were you my sub or my slave?” asked Marge.
“I don’t know the difference.”
“I’m not an expert, by any means. But I think it’s more of a game with subs. It’s a temporary relationship that can be stopped by the sub at any point. With a slave, I think it’s permanent or at least long-term. And I think that the mistress holds all of the power. The slave is owned.”
“I think I was more of a slave, then,” admitted Kat. The whole situation was becoming more and more embarrassing by the minute. First the nudity. Then the masturbating herself in front of another. Now, disclosing her darkest secrets.
“What was I doing with my slave?” pressed Marge.
Kat closed her eyes and shook he head. This was unbelievable.
“Tell me,” commanded Marge as she pinched the nipples again, eliciting another squeal.
“You were whipping me.”
“And?”
Kat groaned. “You were pushing dildo into me.”
“And?”
“You had me spread eagle between two posts.”
“And?”
“You had clamped my nipples.”
“And?”
“That’s all I remember, Mistress…. Oops, I mean Marge.” Kathleen silently cursed herself for that slip. She didn’t want to encourage Marge any more than she already was.
“Mistress will be fine for today,” replied Marge. “Keep doing yourself but don’t climax until I give you permission.” Marge was more than thrilled. This was all turning out even better than she could have hoped. Kat was almost captured.
“Yes, Mistress,” replied a very embarrassed Kathleen. She closed her eyes to block out the situation as best she could but her roving fingers toying with her sex and Marge’s hands claiming her breasts were constant reminders that she was sliding down a slippery slope.
Marge loved Kat’s breasts. They begged to be kissed and suckled and nipped and bitten. For the time being, she would settle for simply holding them and teasing them with her fingers. Soon, though, she hoped to be devouring them.
The nipple clamps in Kat’s dream were an interesting twist. Marge never would have thought about that. But they would be delicious torment for the girl. And Marge could envision connecting the clamps with a rope or chain which would make a good handle for controlling or leading the girl.
Marge fingered the rubbery nipples and looked down at them, studying them. She rolled them back and forth and then stretched them away from Kathleen again, letting them eventually slip from her grasp. The breasts seemed to bounce back into shape almost immediately. The breasts were so, so very firm, marveled Marge.
Marge saw the telltale quivering of Kathleen’s belly and knew the girl was getting close to an orgasm. She wondered if Kat would be able to control herself and postpone the climax until she had permission. The belly rippled and Kat let out little whimpering sounds.
“Please, may I climax?”
“Please what?” responded Marge.
Please, may I climax?” she repeated. “Oops, please Mistress, may I climax?”
“Not just yet, little one.” This drew a groan from the girl.
Marge was enjoying the view. The tight belly quivered and twitched as the marvelous breasts jiggled. This girl is an erotic dream, thought Marge. She reached down and placed her hand over the one Kat was using to masturbate herself with. She didn’t try to change or influence any of the actions. She simply rested her hand there, feeling the girl moving her fingers to pleasure herself.
“Now, little one. Cum for me now.” The words were barely out of her mouth when Kat tensed and let out a combination sigh and groan. She stopped moving he fingers and became limp but Marge took over, toying with the sopping sex and prolonging the orgasm. Kat tensed up again and was whimpering incoherently by the time the last of the orgasm subsided.
“You are beautiful, little one,” smiled Marge. “Just beautiful.”