1. Isabel’s Slave – Part Two


    Date: 10/13/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: DarkSide, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    face. She turned to look back at Melissa who was now tidying up the room. She looked at her watch; she had a good ten minutes before the taxi would arrive, she thought. Isabel headed back into the room and opened her lower draw of the bedside cabinet. The horny drawer as she called it. She pulled out a large jelly like vibrator and swung it in her hands for Melissa to see. “On the bed, on all fours,” she commanded. Melissa crept onto the bed. Isabel came up behind her and played the vibrator across her pussy lips lubricating them. She couldn’t resist a peck on Melissa’s bum as she did so. After a few strokes she pushed the vibrator up against Melissa’s cunt and thrust it home. She was wet and probably horny, thought Isabel. The vibrator sunk in without any trouble. Isabel switched it on and she felt the buzz in her right hand. She thrust it in and out of Melissa’s cunt several times; on every few thrusts she would turn up the volume. Melissa started to moan and groan as she was fucked. Her hand and arms flopped down on the bed elevating her arse in the air; her head came to rest on the bed and her muffled sounds were pushed through the duvet. Melissa’s orgasm was fast approaching. She could feel it building with every thrust, she wasn’t expecting to be treated this way so early in the evening. That was until Isabel pulled the vibrator from her pussy and switched it off; placing it on the bed next to Melissa. Melissa wanted to complain at the sudden extraction and complete ...
    loss of her orgasm. But she dared not. In her mind the words ‘NO’ cried out but they were immediately curtailed; nothing escaped her mouth except for a mild whimper. A cry of pity at why she was being punished after all the nice things she did for Isabel earlier. “Were you close?” Asked Isabel. Melissa nodded. “How close?” “Very close indeed, nearly there!” replied Melissa. “And then I pulled it out and stopped it.” “Yes.” “Do you think I am a bad person?” “No, no you’re not bad.” Isabel smiled at the sheer strength of her obedience. It was such a turn on knowing that someone like Melissa doted on her hand and foot. Isabel watched her as she stayed on all fours, not moving an inch. “I’ve a good mind to finish you off,” she said eventually. The doorbell rang. “Too late,” said Isabel. “When I get home at twelve, I want you in my bed wearing that chemise nightgown I bought you. Is that clear?” Melissa nodded. Isabel left the room and was heading for the stairs when she remembered one final detail. “Oh! Melissa,” she shouted. Melissa came to the door of the bedroom. “I want you to masturbate continuously from about eleven o’clock onwards. I want you soaking wet when I get home. OK!” “Yes mistress.” “And you had better not come.” Melissa knew those words were coming. An hour of masturbation and not having an orgasm was hard for Melissa, it was so easy for her to orgasm. At times, she only had to look at her pussy in the shower room mirror and she would be on the verge of an orgasm. ...