Madison Revealed

My name is Madison. My friends call me Madison, they know better than to call me Maddie, Mads, or any other variation. In school my teachers would try to call me Maddie at roll call or something and I’d respond with a blank stare until they actually used my name. Then, I’d smile sweetly. They’d get the point. Other than that, I’m pretty much a shy, reserved person, not confrontational at all. I’m basically a rule follower. I’m a nerd, actually. I love school, books, learning, all the intellectual stuff. I’m in college now, going into my second year. I’ve also recently discovered that I’m a bit of a slut. I say that with the most amount of sarcasm and understatement I can. Okay, I’m a big slut, which totally surprised me.

I have a boyfriend, Fabian (yes, his parents were fans of 50’s and 60’s pop music). He’s a sweet, shy, totally loyal friend. He’s kind of like a Labrador puppy, he follows me everywhere, responds to all my demands. Sexually, this presents a bit of a problem. He’ll do what I say, whenever I say. What he doesn’t know is, I’m actually the submissive type. I don’t want to TELL you what to do, I want you to take it, dammit! Still, he’s very loving and adorable so I’m still with him, even though it would destroy him to know what I’ve been doing behind his back. He goes to a different school two hours away. Sure we see each other most every other weekend and on breaks but that gives me lots of time to….well, you’ll see.

I live in a rented house with my gay cousin Sam. He’s the flamboyant, overly feminine type. He’s hilarious and such a sweet guy, I love him to bits. We also live with his best friend Katja, who he’s known since Junior high school, and her boyfriend Brennan. Katja and Brennan are the goth types with piercings and tattoos everywhere, which I find totally fascinating and cool. They are alternative music types and actually have a band they follow around on tours like music groupies. Katja is the sarcastic, smartass who is the one who is in total control of all of us. She’s the queen bee. Brennan is more of a mild mannered pothead who is just “Whatever,” to anything. It’s an odd and interesting mix, for sure, compared to me, the quiet, studious type.

For you pervs out there (aren’t we all though?) I just turned 20 years old. I’m short, barely over five feet. I have straight blonde hair which I often wear in a pony tail. I have medium sized breasts but they do tend to stick out against my small frame. I get plenty of looks and comments about them. I have a tight but full round ass which has also gotten a few whistles. Fabian seems to like what I have, as well as those who I’ve caught looking on frequent occasions. I wear glasses, not quite the thick, librarian kind, but not the thin framed fashionable ones either. I like the look, it says nerdy but sophisticated. I’m a proud nerd, don’t get me wrong. I totally identify with it.

Fabian and I only started having sex last year. It is very sweet and loving. He’s very tender and good with his hands. It’s always missionary style, though. I’m not sure whether he is even aware that there are other positions. I tend to not bring it up, however, so as to not appear to be the “Slut” by suggesting, god forbid, doggie style or something. What he also doesn’t seem aware of is online porn. I’ve become very familiar with it, having many long hours studying or, shall I say, procrastinating from studying. I’ve learned many things from the internet I’m sure I’d never even have considered otherwise. Like for many others, it got me in trouble. Well, “Trouble” is in the eye of the beholder, I guess.

Unfortunately for Fabian, I’d only had his penis in my mouth a couple times. I was totally into it, but I was terrible at it. It wasn’t something my friends and I talked about and shared, which would’ve been helpful. Bless him, though, he never complained about it, I think he thought like I did previously, that it was just one of those “Dirty” things we shouldn’t do or talk about. I wanted to be good at it, though, especially after watching video after video of women doing it like it was the easiest, most natural thing in the world. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t hooked on a lot of the porn imagery, I actually preferred stories, but the videos at least gave me a look at how it was “Supposed” to be done.

This led to my current situation. I had an overwhelming desire, heck, I’d even call it a need, to learn how to give head properly. The problem was obvious, I had a boyfriend miles away and even with him it didn’t seem like “Practicing” was something I could even approach him with. Stupid, really. I should’ve or could’ve just said, “Just sit there, I’m going to suck you, you don’t have to do anything,” and just kick that door open. Instead, another opportunity presented itself.

Like I said, Sam lived with us. He hadn’t had a boyfriend in two years. Plus, it always seemed that he was the one in the relationship being used. He was in it for the love, his partners just seemed to want him for the physical. Even though we live in a pretty open minded area, opportunities for gay guys aren’t just around every corner. I felt bad for him. He deserved so much more. He and I have always been very close, more like brother and sister than cousins. We’re at every family function and usually hang out together, we kind of match intellectually and emotionally. That’s why we often fell asleep on the couch together, watching movies. I often had my feet over his hips or even had my head in his lap while he stroked my hair or gave me back massages. Still, the dude is gay, we never thought anything of it.

One night I was just a long T-shirt and panties. I had gotten groggy watching one of his 50s musicals or something and had started to doze on his lap. I awoke to feel a twitching on my cheek. It was his dick, it was getting hard. I opened my eyes carefully and on the TV screen there was one of the male stars, dancing, in quite tight pants. “Ah, it’s turning him on,” I smiled to myself. I decided to say or do nothing as his cock got harder and harder until I could feel it’s warmth and thickness fully against my cheek. It was….impressive. I’d only seen Fabian’s, who i thought was big, at least that’s what he told me, even though I’d seen others online, of course. Sam was starting to squirm a bit, it must’ve been weird for him, no doubt afraid to be “Caught” in such a situation, should I awake suddenly. Having the kind of relationship we have, though, I just made a scene instead. I jumped up with a show of disgust. “Sam! What the heck, what IS that?” I said, pointing at his crotch.

After his initial shock and embarrassment he responded in kind. “It’s a dick, honey. I’m sure you aware, I’ve seen your browser history.”

I blushed in turn. We both laughed about it.

“I couldn’t help it, those guys just look so good,” he said, gesturing to the screen. “And, I haven’t had anything….like that…in awhile now.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” I said compassionately. “You deserve good treatment, god knows you haven’t had any lately.”

“How about you? Fabian has been away for a couple weeks now, and from your computer history….you really should learn how to clear your history, by the way, from what I saw you really would enjoy giving him some…..oral,” he said. I could tell he was censoring himself a bit, not sure of how I’d react to certain words.

I laughed, “Sam, when have we ever not been totally open with each other? I’m into head, blowjobs, you can just say it.”

He sighed. “Fuck, I don’t even remember what that’s like. How are you into it, from what you’ve told me about you and Fabian I don’t see how you and he….”

“We don’t, really,” I admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not into it. But I guess for now I’m more intellectually into it that actually physically into it.”

We looked at each other. There was a long, uncomfortable silence. I knew he was thinking EXACTLY what I was thinking. Neither of us wanted to be the one to actually conjure it into existence. I glanced down at his pajama bottoms, he was still hard. It was actually poking out comically.

In a million years I’d never have predicted this. I’m sure my face was filled with blood, I could feel it’s heat enveloping me when I stepped forward and said, “Sam, what if….?”

He cut in, “You’d…do THAT?” his eyes wide.

“But if I did, how could you even, you know….like it?”

He shrugged.

Neither of us were into words at that moment. I just did what I needed to. I dropped to my knees in front of him and stroked his bulge through the flannel. His cock jerked. Yes, I said cock, which I rarely did before that moment. However, now, with me on my knees about to blow it, it seemed totally natural to call it what it was to me.

“Sam, I’m not very good at this….I really need to practice…” I said a bit fearfully.

“Shhh,” he said, my hair now in his hand as he guided me to it. “I’ll talk you through it.”

It was an electric moment, that instant my tongue first flicked across the slit on the head, like I’d seen the porn women do. He groaned appreciatively. It may have seemed odd that he, a completely gay guy not into women at all, could be so hard and willing for a totally feminine female. However, to me, it made perfect sense. We totally loved each other and this would be something that we knew the other wouldn’t share. We had total trust in each other as people. He needed the physical pleasure, so did I, along with the practice.

I clumsily had his head in my mouth and was making attempts at moving my head around. He just guided me with his hands, slowly, assuredly. He kept whispering, “Slow, easy, softly….just lick it, suck on it softly, like you are making love to it. There’s no hurry. I quickly got it. I alternated between those soft sucks and occasional licks up and down his shaft. I was mesmerized by it’s length and how hard he was. I don’t remember ever seeing Fabian that way. This was….something. I noticed something else. I was wet. I went back to suckling on the head which he seemed to like. Little by little he urged some more speed, some more intensity. I followed his instructions to the letter. Soon, he was bucking against my face, his hands on my head, though not forcing it down in any way. I couldn’t take it very deep at all, at least not like the videos I’d seen, I have a strong gag reflex. He was letting me enjoy it at my own comfort level. Still, whatever I was doing was working he started to get urgent.

“Oh god, oh god, keep doing that, like that….like that….I’m going to….cum, oh god, take it out, take it out,” he urged.

I wanted to please him, I kept my mouth on him as long as I could, allowing him to spurt several times in my mouth before I took my mouth off the head and watched in wonder as spurt after spurt shot up in the air, landing all around the base of his cock and getting all over my hand and wrist as I jacked him the rest of the way.

“Fuck, fuck….” he groaned. “Fuck that felt good,” he panted.

We fell back on the sofa at the same time and laughed. A few moments passed as it all sank in. I’d just sucked off my gay cousin. Again we were afraid to be the first to break the spell.

Finally, he hesitatingly looked over at me with a shy blush. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have let you do that…I shouldn’t have….”

“Shhh,” I said. “It was something we both wanted. There’s no blame here. It actually was….fun,” I giggled.

“God, but I just came in your….mouth,” he said, the thought of it more shocking than he first considered.

“Yes you did. I made you do it,” I said proudly. “I wasn’t sure I was capable of it, but you talked me through it.”

It was time for “That” discussion. Where do we go from there? I had my own idea but I knew it had to be totally consensual. We were both the same type of shy (usually), I found myself being the one to break the mental blocking that was going on.

“Listen.” I started, trying to form the right words, the right sentences to not come off as a total slutty wack job. “I just think….you and I can help each other,” I began, “You clearly need….attention,” I chuckled, pointing at the amount of cum that he’d just shot all over. “You need actual physical pleasure without all the hassles of an unloving relationship….”

“But what about you? What about your needs? Why would YOU want to….you know….continue this?”

“Practice,” I said. “I’ve now done that to completion a total of once in my life. I’m hardly an expert. I know there are tons of other things I could do, things I could try, which would be more pleasurable.”

It was that simple. It was a total win-win situation. He didn’t need to get involved with anyone and I didn’t need to find “Practice partners.” It was settled, without any further discussion. We both knew it was now an “Arrangement.”

That’s how I found myself most nights, on my knees in front of the couch as I learned new a fresh ways to please his big cock with my mouth and tongue. For his part, he helped with his own suggestions, with me in mind, about what guys might like. That’s why I often blew him topless, or with different outfits, like we were both trying out what might be more sexy for my potential partners. He occasionally touched my tits (at my urging) so we could try to recreate the “Real” experience, though I could tell how not into it he was. He truly is gay, not bi. I was proud at how good I was getting at “Polishing his knob,” as he often purposely crudely joked to me in whispers, around other people.

I still hadn’t tried it on Fabian. We still had occasional sex, but each time I started on his cock with my mouth it would always end up quickly with him pulling himself off so he could fuck me. It was like it was embarrassing to him to enjoy my mouth on him. It was becoming cleared to me that it was his loss. Sam sure seemed to enjoy it. I found myself getting better and better and more comfortable with it. I found I was more and more able to take him deeper, though hardly deep throating. Still, he responded positively to it. We were careful to wait until Katja and Brennan had gone to bed, plus, their room was at the end of the hall. I had plenty of time to get off my knees and back on the couch if we heard their door open. It was one thing to be my cousin’s blowjob princess, it would be another to be caught doing it. Still, of course it was risky and of course it led to my further descent into full sluttery (fancy term, I know!).

One night we were particularly eager for our “Practice session.” We’d gone almost a week without it since Fabian was home on break and we were together most of that time. It probably made us more careless. We waited while Katja and Brennan readied themselves for a local rave or alternative concert of some sort. Katja looked smoking. She had on a purple crop top with a black leather skirt and black mesh stockings. Her hair is black, but she often has a streak in it like tonight, in flaming purple to match her top. Her top was sleeveless and you could see her many arm and shoulder tattoos crawling out from every angle. There are snakes and dragons and…well, whatever they are. They look amazing though, in a full color spectrum. I actually think they are kind of hot, though I’d probably die first before doing that on my lily white skin. Sam and I kept shooting each other furtive glances as we impatiently waited for our secretive tryst. Finally the two of them left, in a haze of Brennan’s pot smoke.

So there I was, on my knees, Sam’s thick cock in my mouth, my panties pulled down to my knees as they often were so that I could play with myself while I blew him when suddenly the door crashed open to a wide eyed slack jawed Katja.

“What in the fucking world?” She said with a mischievous grin.

I had tried to bolt when the door opened, but with my panties around my knees I crashed to the floor, my naked butt fully exposed and propped up embarrassingly.

Sam just said, “Oh my god,” as he frantically tried to pull up his PJ’s to cover his unsatisfied, still glistening dick.

“What in the world have you two been up to?” Katja grinned, like a teacher who’d caught her students passing notes. We both were just cemented to our spots, he on the couch, me, ass up as she circled us.

“You!” she said, pointing at me. I could barely look at her. “Sucking cock, who’d have thought THAT was possible!” And you,” she said sternly, pointing a finger at Sam, “Letting your cousin blow you!? Aren’t you supposed to be gay?” she said in a accusatory tone.

“Katja,” we both begged, still tugging on our apparel to try to appear more “Decent.”

We both began to babble on about the “Why” of it, the practice, the longing and need for it and so on. She barely listened. She said, “We’ll talk about this in the morning. I have a concert to attend,” she said with an ominous wink.

We both sat in shocked silence without speaking. We were busted. It really didn’t mean anything, right? Katja was our friend, so was Brennan, who we were now sure was hearing about our escapades. It’s not like our parents found out, god forbid. Still, I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life, though it didn’t stop me or Sam from finishing what we started. Hell, they already knew, might as well enjoy it. The sleep was fitful, though. I mean, what could she possibly do or say to us? All those years of guilt about my burgeoning sexuality all invaded my brain in my dreams.

The next morning it was like we were called to the principal’s office. We both sat on the couch, our heads down in embarrassment as she came out to address us.

“First, I just have to say….wow. I mean seriously, just….wow,” she said, her dark eyes penetrating my very soul.

It was as usual when she was fixed on a subject. She was the center, this was obviously her show. We all just lived for her. There was just something powerful…dominant about her. It was coming to the fore.

“So, to the surprise of all of us,” she said with a glance that invaded my being, “Actually like sucking on cocks.”

I realized the inference of that. It wasn’t just her that knew about it, obviously Brennan…and maybe others? I shuddered to think about that.

“And you, Mr. genie pants, limp wristed gay man, like getting your cock sucked by a woman now?”

He winced under her pressure. They often freely went at each other’s lifestyles, This wasn’t her making fun of him. They both were totally cool with each other. This was her exerting her dominance over us….for what end, though?

“Katja, it’s just experimenting,” I explained. “I needed to practice…for Fabian,” I added, a bit unconvincingly. “And god knows you know that Sam needs….that. You know he’s been dry for a long time now.”

She laughed. “That doesn’t mean he needs to get it from his cousin! Listen, I actually don’t care about you two. You guys do what you need to do. I’m actually interested in this for….other reasons,” she said to our interest. “I never really considered this before….but seeing you now….like this,” she said, grinning lewdly at me. “Let me look at you again. I want to see you in this new light,” she ordered.

I shrugged. I just opened my arms with my palms up. I mean, we were seated on the couch, fully dressed.

“No, not like this, like you were. SHOW me.”

“Katja,” I whined.

“Do it, you obviously don’t mind being a naked slut around here when I’m gone. I want to see it, like last night.”

Like I said, she’s the queen. It’s actually her on the lease. We were only there because of her. She always threatened to “Kick us out,” if we didn’t keep the place clean, for example. I was denying the obvious, though, it wasn’t the threat of eviction that made me obey her….it was her personality. So that was the reason I found myself peeling off my bra, exposing my tits to her. She made me hand her my bra before I dropped to my knees in front of Sam, who was stunned into stony silence.

“Aren’t you forgetting something, dear?” she asked me with her face bent down, next to mine. “The panties?”

“Oh god,” I moaned. Still, obediently I peeled them down to my knees as I had the night before.

“Unh uh, sister. Give them to me.”

She made me strip them off completely and hand them to her as well.

“Good god, you can actually SMELL her,” she chuckled cruelly. “She totally gets off on this stuff. Little miss prissy, god, how she had me fooled! This shit gets you off,” she cackled. “God, you are so wet, your panties are nearly dripping,” she said in mock disgust.

I could only hold my head down and stare at the floor. I’d never been so vulnerable, so naked, so open as she paced around me, taking me in.

“Look at that body, Jesus,” she huffed. “Look at those perfect little titties,” she said bending to slide her hand under them just to jiggle them for her amusement. “And that ass, good god, Brennan, are you seeing this?”

I came to the sudden realization there was another set of eyes watching us. I heard him choke out an assent, mostly illegible.

“And that pussy, look at how clean shaven it is, with just that tiny little landing strip of perfect blonde hair. Fuck, it’s like you are an X rated Disney princess.”

“Katja,” I begged. It was overwhelming to be devoured like that, three sets of eyes studying everything I had, even though I knew Sam wasn’t into that.

“Hush, dear. Now YOU,” she said, facing Sam. “How is it we’ve been friends for….almost 20 years now and suddenly NOW you are into women? How did I not know this?”

“I’m not,” he protested. “She….she wanted to practice and I’ve just been so damned horny lately because of my dry spell….to me it’s just a mouth,” he said before catching himself with horror.

He looked at me. “No offense,” he said almost pleadingly.

I nodded. I understood.

“I just imagine it’s Dwayne Johnson doing it,” Sam said, trying to joke his way out of it.

“Okay, ew,” said Katja with a smirk. “Again, I don’t really care what you two are into. It just presents me with….possibilities I never considered.”

She saw us both look at her questioningly. I saw Brennan in the background looking at us. I had a feeling he knew what was going on, what was bouncing around in her brain.

“First off, what would your mom think about you sucking off your cousin?” She asked me coldly.

There it was. The threat of blackmail I’d sensed was coming. I wasn’t sure it was needed, her dominant personality could probably carry the day. It was like she was just “Throwing that out there,” so I could feel it.

“Oh god,” I sighed. Now THAT would be embarrassing.

“So here’s the idea and I positively just KICK myself for not knowing about this earlier, it would’ve taken care of so much already.”

I started to get up but she held me down by my shoulder. She was bigger than me, way stronger, she actually works out, something I never do on purpose.

“No no, stay down, I prefer you on your knees,” she chuckled. “I don’t want to hear any protests either, I can fucking smell you right now, you are probably wetter than before.”

Before I could protest she slid a finger down the crack of my ass to my pussy from behind and I felt her fingernail trace ever so slowly across my outer lips.

“Yep, basically dripping,” she said proudly. “So here it is. I have a willing cocksucker literally right under my nose. Personally, I think it’s gross and disgusting,” she said, though I saw her flash a wink to Brennan. “Here’s my idea. You want practice? I’ll give you practice. You are now the house whore.”

I nearly fainted, those words penetrated me to my core.

“Brennan, typical guy, loves getting his dick sucked. You like sucking dick. I don’t care what YOU two do,” she said, pointing at Sam, “But, whenever Brennan wants his cock sucked I want you to do it. Do it for him, do it for me, everybody wins.”

“Oh fuck, Katja,” I groaned. “I can’t…I won’t,” I said without conviction.

“Oh stop. You are willing to suck off your gay cousin, and yes, I know you are still gay,” she laughed. “So you’ll do it, and, lucky you, you’ll get to do it often. I swear that man gets it up 5 times a day!”

That sent a shock wave to my stomach, nearly making me sick. Interestingly though, I felt the jolt in my pussy as well.

“In fact, I can see he’s hard now. No doubt from ogling that ass, good GOD, how did I not notice that before. I mean, I ‘ve seen you come out of the shower now and then, but damn.”

I’m sure I was blushing, I could feel the heat throughout my whole body.

“Come on Sam, let’s go watch a cooking show or something,” she said, playfully taking him by the hand and leading him out. “Let’s let these two get acquainted in peace.”

I was still naked, on my knees. Brennan came over to sit in front of me. We both looked at Katja, who was looking over her shoulder.

“Don’t look at me, get to it!” she ordered.

I sighed. Brennan just shrugged his shoulders and said softly. “I just do what I’m told,” apologetically.

I nodded. I took out his cock. His cockhead was pierced. I’d never seen that. I licked over the head, feeling the stud with my tongue. He moaned.

“There you go, you two enjoy!” Katja giggled before disappearing.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, my mouth full of his cock. “She….she tells me what to do and I uh….do it.”

“I know, she’s very forceful.”

“No, that’s not it, I mean yes she is, but that’s not ONLY it. Maybe you don’t know….yes, you probably don’t. She’s my dominant,” he said, looking for recognition in my eyes.

“Ohhhhh,” I said, still slurping on his head. It started making sense. He was submissive, kind of like me, actually totally like me. This wasn’t his idea at all, it was hers. She was controlling both of us.

“She wants you to suck me off,” he said.

I nodded.

“But that’s not it, she doesn’t just want that, she wants to control you, too.”

I kind of knew, or at least suspected that she was into women, too, or that she had been at some point.

“I don’t think you totally get it, though,” he said, still enjoying my mouth on him. “She totally digs the sex, for sure, but she gets off more on the control, the dominance. THAT is her sex, I swear she’d rather control me, spank me, tie me up, humiliate me, than getting her pussy licked. Though, she DOES love that too,” he laughed. “Oh, and she’s totally fucking lying about the giving head thing, she sucks cock like a vacuum, I strongly doubt she hates it,” he joked.

I lifted my mouth off of him. “I get it now,” I said thoughtfully. “I guess I should’ve known, all those psychology classes and all. She’s a dominant personality, I’m totally submissive, it makes sense.”

“So am I,” he admitted, while trying to urge my face back down to his impatient dick. “I’d also ignore that blackmail thing, she loves you guys too much to ever jeopardize that to tell your mother.”

“I know, or at least think so too. Still, just the thought of, you know, blackmail, made me even wetter. I think just the lingering thought, hanging over my head, makes it more intense.”

“Wow, you are totally like me then, after all,” he said with some awe. “She totally threatens to tell my friends things like how I have to lick their cum out of her pussy after they fuck her and….” he stopped, realizing how much he’d revealed.

“Oh wow,” I said with a start. “I had no idea.”

“And you can’t ever tell her!” he begged. He also then revealed another secret, that most of their “Concerts” were actually them going to a fetish club, with her leading him around the “Dungeon” by a leash. I guess they were well known there. I suddenly got a quick pang of anxiety thinking of me being led around, naked. It definitely affected my pussy.

“Our secret,” I grinned before taking him back in my mouth.

I let his hands wander freely over my body, mostly my tits, which he could reach. I knew he’d admired them for a long time, he wasn’t shy about ogling me. It felt good to be desired sexually, unlike Sam, who just wanted to feel my mouth on him! It didn’t take long before he was lost in it and held my head firmly as he started to buck with pleasure. It was the first time I actually held most of it in my mouth until he was done spasming, even though I let it drip out and down his shaft to his balls, afterward. Spent, we both looked at each other and laughed, the situation had been so absurd.

I crawled up on the couch to rest my knees and rested my head on his wet cock, occasionally licking and tasting it. I was still naked, by now it was starting to feel natural. Katja burst in with a huge grin.

“Are my two lovebirds done already?” She asked, beaming. “How was it?”

“Awesome,” he sighed, “Just fucking awesome.”

“Great! Now leave us alone for awhile,” she ordered. Reluctantly he got up, caressing my hair softly as he did so. He tucked himself back in his shorts and headed off to the bedroom.

She sat down next to me. I started to get up and maybe find my panties or something but she stopped me.

“Uh uh, not yet. Not unless I say.”

She guided my head down to her lap this time and stroked my hair as she talked to me.

“Here’s what I think,” she mused. “I think…we have something in common. I think we have something we can give each other.”

I was still swimming in my own lust, lost in the fact that I’d just sucked off her boyfriend AFTER sucking off my cousin the night before. I was becoming….something…..something I didn’t recognize.

“Curse me for not seeing it earlier,” she continued. “I’m sure you know about Brennan and I now, that boy just does NOT know how to keep his mouth shut around women,” she chuckled softly. “If not, then good for him. But, he’s my slave, my submissive, actually. Sexually, he’ll do whatever I say, no matter how embarrassing it is. He even seems to challenge me to MAKE it as embarrassing as I can. He wants me to push him. I see that in you. I mean, I didn’t at first. But tonight, seeing how you responded, how you took right to being controlled….it’s just history repeating itself. You want to be dominated, you want to be told what to do, made to do things, probably beyond what you even guess at this point.”

“I….think so….maybe,” I said softly into her thigh.

“You know so, even if you can’t yet verbalize it. I made you get naked, you didn’t stop me. I made you suck off my boyfriend, for god sakes, you went along with it. You are a natural.”

I didn’t question her. I just listened.

“So, here’s what I want, then we’ll see if what I want and what you want coincide. I want our relationship to change. So far, we’re more like sisters. From now on, I want you to be mine, my submissive, my slut, if you will. ”

I had to take a big gulp of air before she continued. “And I mean totally, this isn’t a game to me. I want you completely to submit to me and all my demands. Can you do that? Can you be my submissive slut?”

I could feel her eyes burning into the back of my head. I lifted it so I could look her in the eyes.

“I….god, I don’t know, really. I’m confused, this is all so new to me,” I said with complete humiliation. I could feel my cheeks burning.

“I know you can. I know you want to. Look at how you responded so far.”

“But what does it really mean for me, I mean, what would that look like?”

“Oh, you submitting to me, my whims. Trust me, with your nature, you’ll like my whims,” she grinned smoothly. “I’m an idea gal, just ask Brennan,” she laughed. She looked at me and my questioning, confused look. “Oh, you want details. You ARE quite the analytical, logical one. Okay, after what I witnessed today I immediately had this idea come to me. From now on, I want you to be our house “Oral slut.”

I gasped as my heart lurched in my chest. I could feel a twinge in my pussy.

“What does that mean? As long as I say, I want you to be available for your oral services,” she joked cruelly, using air quotes on the “Services,” part.

She saw the anxiety in my eyes. “Yes, you have already been sucking Sam off, god knows how that’s been happening, he truly IS gay. He must have quite the imagination to ignore the fact that his female cousin is the one doing the deed. So, I’m just adding Brennan to your chores, he loves head, he has secretly wanted you for two years now. That boy can NOT keep his thoughts to himself,” she chuckled.

“But….god, both of them….?”

“Yes, whenever, wherever. All up to me, of course, I don’t want anyone subverting my authority over the matter. You wanted “Practice,” you’ll get “Practice,” though I think you’ll see in the end that the practice is actually the fun. I don’t really see Fabian as the end goal for you.”

I started to protest but she stopped me. “I don’t want to be challenged, dear, I’ve got little patience for that, as you should know already. So does any of this interest you?”

“But what about….you?” I asked. “I mean Brennan SAID you got off on being dominant, but is that it? Is that all you want out of the deal?”

She grinned with a look so devious it made my heart skip.

“No. I have desires, too, you know. Funny how you are the one to bring it up. Yes, you caught me. I’m going to want something from you, too. You aren’t just for the guys’ pleasure.”

I sighed nervously. “What is it?” I asked, but it came out as a frightened peep.

“You. I want you as well,” she said, studying my reaction carefully. “I don’t mean just sexually. I want your mind, your body. I want to be your teacher, your guide, your master.”

“Oh wow,” I sighed. But there it was, laid out in the open. It made me shudder to think about all the ramifications. I’d never been with a woman before, hell, I’d only just recently been with men. “I…I don’t know….if I can do all of that.”

” I think you are denying your very essence. I’ve never had any complaints. Do you see Brennan complaining?” She smiled.

I shook my head, “No.”

“This is a totally consensual deal,” she said. “I could blackmail you with what I have already, you know that. But, I’d rather have you willingly. I’d rather have you experience what you so obviously need, under my guiding hand. We’ll keep the blackmail thing on the backburner,” she grinned lewdly. “Only for use, “Just in case.”

She was kidding, sort of, I knew it. From judging her look, I could see she could tell that the thought of that was making me edgy, in a totally thrilling, sexual way.

“So what’s it going to be? I am not going to force you into agreeing to something you aren’t willing to do. Do you need more proof?”

I nodded.

“Come here,” she said sternly, patting her lap. Like a scolded puppy I crawled across her lap. I was still nude, my ass was totally vulnerable and open for her. I could feel her painted fingernail trace down the crack of my ass down to my slit. It teased me for just a second before withdrawing.

“Wet, as I suspected. Here’s the offer. If, after I’m done with, “This,” she said, patting my ass, “If you aren’t wetter than you are right now, we’ll just ignore everything that has happened so far and go back to our sisterly ways. If, however, you are gushing, which I suspect, than you can no longer deny you need this, and you completely submit to me.”

It was excruciating. The thrill of what might be about to happen, mixed with the total fear of it as well, it had me on a knife’s edge.

“Ok,” I peeped.

Her hands caressed my ass cheeks softly and smoothly.

“Jesus, this ass….god, so tight yet so stupidly round and perfect, and that skin, so white and creamy. Though, it won’t be for long,” she smirked.

That’s when I felt it, the first slap. It startled me. I jumped a little. Then came the second, and third. These weren’t love taps or “Pretend” discipline, they were sharp, focused. They made me yelp. I turned my head towards the hallway, away from her gaze. I noticed two sets of eyes watching. Both Sam and Brennan were interested spectators. She slapped my ass silly. I’d never been spanked, not even by my parents. Embarrassingly, I’d often focused on those types of videos and found them to be….maddeningly exciting. How she knew, I had no idea. I could feel the heat rising in my behind. She only stopped to vary the pace so that I’d never know when the next blow would come, so I couldn’t brace for it. It hurt, though, mixed with my lust it was a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. It was one of the lessons she was teaching me. Finally, she stopped. I was sobbing softly.

She let me lie across her lap for a few minutes while she again softly caressed my blazing cheeks.

“Do I need to show you?” She asked pointedly. “Do I need to prove how wet you are?”

There was no point. I could feel it leaking down my upper thighs, the coolness of the air hitting it, exposing me, showing who I really was.

“No,” I choked out.

“Good, so we’re agreed?”

I nodded, sniffling and wiping away my tears.

“See, this is who you are,” she said softly. “So, are you ready to submit to me? Are you ready to give your soul to me, your mind, your body?”

It all sounded so scary. This was all so real. It was also driving me insane. I could feel the wetness between my legs, embarrassingly so. I was almost afraid of wetting the sofa.

“I guess….what does that mean? How do I….?”

“Get on your knees,” she suddenly ordered.

Quickly I scrambled to the floor, retaking the spot I’d become familiar with with Sam and now Brennan. I saw her loosen her thin robe and open it. Her tits were in view. They were large, much bigger than mine. Her nipples were crazy hard, and thick like gum drops. They were pierced with studs. It was the first time I’d seen her tattoos fully. The interlacing colors went all the way down onto the tops of her tits, only stopping just above her nipples. When her robe was open fully I could see her pussy. It was covered with thick dark brown hair, though neatly trimmed. I’d never been that close to a woman’s vagina before (other than mine, stop it!). She also had tattoos and Olde English style writing in her pubic area, again, just stopping short of the top of her pussy lips. I suddenly had a vision of how excited and lucky her tattoo artist must’ve been when he did those. She and Sam are about 8 years older than me, she had a bit of a belly, not fat at all, just a bit rounder than mine. It was actually very sexy to me.

She noticed me staring, my mouth probably agape. “Are you my little slave? Are you going to make me happy?”

Her voice was demanding, but mesmerizing, totally hypnotic. It was like she was pushing all the buttons in my head for me.

I leaned in and pressed my face into her folds. I inhaled her aroma. I’d only smelled my pussy on my fingers before. I’d never dared to taste them. But my tongue went immediately to her lips. I tasted her with little licks.

“Jesus, you aren’t a cat, this isn’t milk, for Christ sake. Don’t lap at it like it’s toxic, slow it down, trace your tongue around it. Follow the lips, follow the contours. Start by licking it like you would the side of an ice cream cone that has dripped down to your fingers.”

She guided my head around, “Showing me,” how and at what speed. I got better at it, at least by her reaction.

“That’s it baby, that’s more like it, like that. No, no, no, not the clit, not yet….work up to it. Circle around it, lick the folds, tease the clit first. Work up to it, then suckle on it, flick it, tease it until you see me “Close” then batter that damned thing with your tongue until I cream all over your face.”

I did as instructed. She was holding my head and as it built up it was like she was riding my head, holding on for dear life. Then, I felt her tense up, like she’d said. I focused on the clit. I flicked my tongue over it, back and forth, up and down, over and over until she had a crashing orgasm, her hands gripped tightly on my head. I kept battering her clit until she she stopped me.