Toybox Submission

Toybox Submission

by Astrid Cherry
     
 

After an unexpected - and eye-opening - encounter with their sultry older neighbor, co-eds Amber and Ava find themselves showering together and planning another evening of forbidden, kinky pleasure. But their new Mistress is more demanding and cruel than they'd imagined. Pain and pleasure become interchangeable, and both of them must learn to obey... and… See more details below

Overview

After an unexpected - and eye-opening - encounter with their sultry older neighbor, co-eds Amber and Ava find themselves showering together and planning another evening of forbidden, kinky pleasure. But their new Mistress is more demanding and cruel than they'd imagined. Pain and pleasure become interchangeable, and both of them must learn to obey... and submit.

WARNING! This story is intended for adults only. Contains scenes of F/f/f domination and submission, corporal discipline, bondage, slapping and rough lesbian sex.

***excerpt***

Ava rang the bell. They stood outside their new Mistress’s door, dressed identically. White tank tops, neither wearing a bra underneath, and white flouncy tennis skirts, very short. After watching Amber put on her virginal bikini briefs, Ava had dug through the top drawer of her dresser, finding a pair of white cotton bikini panties, and put them on.

The door opened, and Lonnie looked at them. Ava’s top was fitted, but loose; she couldn’t even see the outline of her small, perfect breasts. The tank clung to Amber. Her heavy, firm globes looked like they had been painted with soft fabric, and her nipples showed through nicely. Ava’s skirt looked flirty and athletic. The same garment on Amber was an invitation to put her hands on her, tight across her hourglass bottom, making Lonnie want to raise her skirt and look at the rest of her. They were barefoot.

She jerked her head, silently bidding them to enter. As they walked by her, she sniffed subtly. They smelled like strawberries and soap.
“Wait.” She stood in the doorway, the door still open. Both girls paused, their hands clasped in front of them. She glared at them. Ava and Amber were struck by the severity of her clothing. Dark gray dress, long sleeved, so long it nearly touched the floor. The collar was high and stiff, nearly brushing her ear lobes, and her hair was in a tightly coiled braid atop her head, crossed though with a pair of shining silver chopsticks. Her eyes were lined thickly black, her lips painted a dark, brooding maroon. She wore no other make up.

“You don’t match.” She waited for their answers.

“What do you mean,” gasped Ava, sounding a little too nervous, “we just bought these today. They’re exactly the same, except for the sizes.”

“Come here,” she hissed, pointing at Ava. She came forward, trembling, and looked up at Lonnie questioningly.

Lonnie slapped her, sharply, her open hand catching her flat on the cheek. Ava gasped, stunned at the pain and her own enjoyment of it.

“You will be respectful, Ava. If you wish to speak, you will say, ‘Please Mistress’ when you do. And you will avert your eyes. Do not be haughty. Haughty girls must be slapped. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Now. You do not match, girls. Ava, you look like you’re going to a country club. And Amber,” she looked at her, shaking her head slowly, “you look like you’re going to burst out of those clothes.” She sighed. “I suppose I’ll have to teach you to dress as well as act.”

“Please Mistress, I’d like that,” Amber answered.

“I know,” she snapped back. “Do not patronize me. Ever. Now. Raise your skirts.”

They did, in unison.

“This is unacceptable girls,” Lonnie said warningly, “just unacceptable.”

Amber moved to pull her panties down.

“Amber! Did I tell you to do that?”

“N-no.” She looked up, her green eyes wide.

“No, Mistress,” she hissed.

“No, Mistress.”

“Get on your knees.” Amber obeyed. “Hands behind your back. Now touch your forehead to the floor. Very good.”

She pointed to the submissive girl, and addressed Ava.

“Get over there with her, Ava. I don’t know whether to blame one of you or the other, but it doesn’t matter. You’re both in trouble. It was a simple thing I told you to do. And neither of you thought enough of it to get it right.

“I had thought I’d be teaching you about the black bedroom tonight, but it looks like you’ll have to learn in the basement instead.” She shook her head. “Follow me, girls. Ava, you will lead Amber, since she has to crawl all the way.”

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Product Details

ISBN-13:
2940013957749
Publisher:
Astrid Cherry
Publication date:
02/18/2012
Series:
The Toybox Tales , #2
Sold by:
Barnes & Noble
Format:
NOOK Book
Sales rank:
835,894
File size:
0 MB

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