1. Blackmailing a celebrity into becoming my piss whore and confessing to her friend


    Date: 10/7/2014, Categories: True Story, Anal, Blackmail, Domination/submission, Female/Female, Humiliation, Lesbian, Reluctance, Spanking, Toys, Violence, Water Sports/Pissing, Written by women, Author: AnnaSiciliana, Rating: 94.7, Source: sexstories.com

    hesitation. Without a warning, I slapped her hard across her face, making her spin. My hand hurt from the impact, and a large red spot appeared around her left eye and cheek. She stared at me speechless. "Answer me," I said calmly, smiling again. For a moment she hesitated, probably considering her options, and when she realized that she was at my mercy and anything she would do to oppose me would always lead back to those incriminating pictures, she closed her eyes and quietly said: "Yes." "Yes what?" I asked, louder. She pursed her lips. "Yes, I enjoyed it, Miss," she answered, more confidently. "Then why didn't you suck my pussy, slut?" I asked, crossing my arms in front of my chest. I tried hard not to laugh and keep up a tough appearance, but I enjoyed playing this part a lot. She stammered again. "I... I didn't like the... the hair," she answered. I nodded. "On your knees," I said quietly, "I'll teach you to appreciate the pussy of your Mistress." She closed her eyes again and then sank to the floor, a little too dramatically. I pulled up my dress to reveal, once again, my naked, eager pussy and the thick ginger bush above it which she so objected. "Come on now, suck it!" I said commandingly, pulling her head into my crotch by her pony tail. She again tried to get around it by only touching my flabby labia with the very tip of her tongue, but this time I wouldn't have none of it. I slapped her, again, flat on the side of her face, making her head spin. I had brought ...
    with me several toys to subdue her, but for now, it was just raw, bodily abuse. Her head darted forward and she dove, eyes closed, into the smelly, musty, hairy confines of my muff. Suddenly, she knew how to suck, her tongue running the length of my labia, sliding between them, lapping at my insides while her lips closed around my clit, nibbling on it gently. She was slow and gentle about it, but knew what her job was now. "You like the taste of it?" I asked. "You like the taste of your Mistress' dirty cunt hole?" When she didn't answer right away, I pulled her back again by her hair, slapping her once more. "Answer when you're spoken to, slut!" I said harshly. She looked down. "I like your taste," she said quietly. "How does it taste?" I asked. "Salty," she answered. "A little spicy, like... sweat... skin..." She hesitated, then looked up at me, tears in her eyes. "Abuse me," she whispered, as if she didn't want to admit it to herself that this whole encounter turned her on so much. The famous actress Dana Hatter had become my fuck slut. "Make me do everything you want and punish me when I'm bad," she begged. I smirked. "So now you want to taste my piss, whore?" I asked, remembering the disgust on her face when she encountered it last time as I came. "Everything you make me do, Miss," she answered. I grabbed my handbag and pulled out my black, multi-tailed rubber whip. "Not good enough, slut," I said, and without a warning brought it down on her back, hard. She arched, biting ...