Butterflies: Lesbian b**m

Chapter 4

Chloe was looking forward to this latest trip to . The capital smiled on wealth in the way her northern homeland never could, and whenever there Gina seemed to become even more lavish in her generosity. Plus meant Lysette’s, the private girls-only club and Chloe’s most favourite place. An incredible night was almost guaranteed there, as long as Gina could be shaken from the cloud that this takeover business had billowed up inside her, and be persuaded instead to have a good time. Chloe was impatient at the distraction this business was causing. Her Mistress needed to stop worrying about other people’s sad lives and get concentrating on having a good time. The blonde on the screen was sobbing as she had her messy face slapped and was made to lap her own juices from the glistening gloved fist of the b***h. Chloe smiled at the familiar tingling response to the sight of a wretched girl being abused. s*x was everything; dirty s*x even better; and better still dirty s*x in which you were in control. She knew it and so did her Mistress, and it was just the thing to bring one’s mind back onto the important things in life. Without being told, Chloe turned to the side and crawled across her Mistress’s lap, her skirt riding up as she did so to display her stocking tops and new white cotton panties. She heard Gina tut but also draw in breath at the sight, and then she allowed herself a sly smile as her Mistress gave in and started to fondle the arse she found so irresistible.

The first slap was light as always and the hand stayed to help soothe the buttock and spread the shock. Chloe gasped and then smiled again at her minor victory and the familiarity of the contact. She had almost grown to love being punished. Her pain was always lighter than the others got and she had learned to take it whilst letting her head rage with filthy thoughts of what she would do the day she herself was free to dominate. It wouldn’t always be like this, with her over the lap and her arse getting pinked. She was building her own power and she was aware that she was blessed with natural authority because she had beauty and she knew how to use it. As the next series of slaps jiggled her arse cheeks in turn she broke her silence with a squeal, but her mind was elsewhere, on the other girls of the harem and their unspoken acceptance that she was different to them, a girlfriend rather than a slave. She knew she provoked jealousies in the house but these were pacified by the brief moments when the other girls shared her bed. Envy aside, the other girls wanted her and if there was one thing Chloe welcomed more than anything, it was adoration.

The slaps began to get harder and Chloe knew that Gina would be struggling to rein her enthusiasm in. The sting spread across her cheeks making her grind her crotch into the stocking-covered thigh beneath her to absorb the shock and turn it into a hot itch of desire. She was glad when she felt her panties being tugged down over her thighs to bare her front and back, and free her throbbing clit. She loved the sound of a girl’s naked flesh being slapped, even her own; it juiced her despite the rush of pain. She was safer with her underwear down. Gina would monitor the reddening of the cheeks in her lap and temper her zeal accordingly. Chloe knew that she would never be spanked to tears as the other girls were, and that her compliance would be duly rewarded and her p***y would become the focus of her Mistress’s eager fingers.

Chloe could picture how she looked, the delight of being able to make a girl’s arse dance and have her squeal. She grinned through her own wriggles and gasps, regardless of the burn. She awaited the delicious feel of fingers inside her and relaxed into her favourite fantasy, born from her dancing days and the Girls Only nights at the club when so many of the women came there specifically to watch her and to try their luck, of course. In her fantasy she is on the dance floor, encircled by the club-goers, and all eyes are on her. She decides to give them what they yearn for, what they turn up each week in the hope of seeing; she decides to give them a striptease. She dances provocatively, eventually removing her top to bare her little breasts to the delight of the onlookers, who show their appreciation by raising their skirts to rub themselves through their panties. She goes to the prettiest girl and orders her to strip off her underwear and masturbate. The girl obeys, handing her panties over before pushing two fingers up inside her p***y and frigging herself hard. Chloe moves to the next girl in line and orders her to do the same. This girl obliges too, and so does the next, and so on. She goes around to each in turn, taking their underwear from them and adding it to a pile in the centre of the circle, and then she witnesses urgent fingers plunge into wet snatches all around as they watch her dance.

Half way around she strips completely to give them all a view of her naked, completely shaved p***y, and their tempo increases at the sight of her trim figure and chubby little bottom, even sexier in her high heels. Eventually all the girls are in a frenzy of wanking; sodden fingers flashing in and out of slurping cunts, or blurring as they rub swollen clits. She stands over her stack of trophy knickers, slowly gyrating her hips and running her hands over her body. The underwear is hers now and a sign that the girls belong to her also. She reaches down to part her p***y lips and then making sure that all eyes are still on her, she pisses all over the pile of panties, marking her territory. This is too much for the girls, and they come, in one massive shared orgasm. She goes back to the prettiest girl and forces her to her knees. She thrusts out her crotch and pushes the girl’s face into it, ordering her to lick her clean. The others make a scramble for the pile of underwear, and as she is licked to orgasm, she looks over her shoulder at all the bare arses and p*****s of the girls on their knees around the pile, trying to find their knickers, desperately hoping that they will be wet with her scent, the mark that they now have a new Mistress. As Chloe got to this part of her fantasy, with perfect timing, her spanking ceased and she felt two fingers being eased up inside her begging cunt. Her Mistress wanked her fast and deep, enabling her to tease out a shivering orgasm, not huge, just a nice, warming release. Chloe lay spent and contented over Gina’s lap, her eyes closed and the smile still spread over her face. Soon her p***y would be crying out for more attention but she was determined that this trip would see it amply appeased. was full of lovely little cuties and she just wanted to play. If her Mistress thought any different, then she was just going to have to be told.

Kerry

Today was going to be the day, and her stomach had flipped and fluttered all morning at the thought of what she might get to see. Kerry was in love of that she was sure. As she gazed at Becky now she doubted if there was a person more perfect in the entire world. If she had told anyone about her feelings they would have dismissed it as a crush, simply because you don’t fall in love with your best friend’s mother. But crushes don’t last five years. They don’t make you feel that you are bleeding emotion like electricity from your veins and into your skin. They don’t make your breath catch and stop like a solid ball in your throat with just the thought that you may see your one special person that day. Crushes don’t make you wake up at six in the morning already subconsciously rubbing your young puss against the bed sheets whilst your hand rummaged back between your arse cheeks in search of wet entrances at the dreamy thought that because it is her birthday today you will have an excuse to kiss her only once, and only on the cheek, but that was what she did indeed do, and it was enough to make Kerry’s thighs clench and her belly spasm. Crushes did not do that.

Anyway, who could she tell? Her closest confidante was the object of her affection, and she obviously couldn’t tell Holly. She had been best friends with Holly since before she could remember, from infancy. There was a time, during her own parents’ unsavoury divorce, when Kerry had practically lived at Holly’s house and Becky had been like a surrogate mother, except that she had always treated her as a friend and equal rather than as a child. They had forged their bond back then, learning to know and trust each other, sharing their private thoughts. Kerry’s home life had fallen apart and then she was there to witness the same happen to Becky and her daughter. She knew that Holly was incessantly bullied, probably through jealousy of her looks, and because she would not back down to the most vindictive of tongues and that even though she made light of it, the unjust cruelty and abuses sucked out her spirit. Then the atmosphere at home changed and the support from her stepfather turned first to bickering and then to out and out warfare and mutual dislike, even hatred. Despite the best efforts of mother and friend they watched together as Holly descended into a crippling depression from which she seemed incapable of escaping. She now spent her time in gloom or in bed, working part-time but even managing to miss many days to the point where she was now liable to be fired. She didn’t seem to care, she abhorred her job in the supermarket, she abhorred her life in the city full stop. She had always been like her mum, a person needing freedom and open space. Her dream job would have been to work with animals, but you don’t get too many farms or riding schools in the depths of the city.

So Kerry and Becky had watched the demise side by side, with growing sadness. They shared their pain and their innermost thoughts. They were each other’s crumb of comfort. Kerry probably knew more about the dire situation in that household than anyone, even Holly, and Becky in turn knew Kerry’s most guarded secret of all. Many people knew that she was still a virgin at age eighteen, since when a girl got f****d around here it was usually all over the estate before she even had time to pull her panties back up. But only Becky knew that Kerry was gay; Holly may have guessed, but she had never actually been told. To Kerry’s eternal relief, Becky had not shunned her at the news but embraced her instead and never let the disclosure affect their relationship, if anything they became greater allies. When Holly had turned down the chance of a job in Becky’s office, Kerry had jumped at it, and threw herself into it to enjoy sharing more time with the woman who filled her thoughts, and to make her proud. They grew closer still, sharing their own private jokes, learning to laugh and make each other laugh, although neither could see a way out of the hole engulfing the woman and her daughter. One day, though, when all the doom was over, Kerry would go to Becky and tell her how much she really thought of her. She would tell her plainly just how much she loved her.

Kerry watched Becky now as she always did at work, stealing fleeting glances to see her acting naturally, noting the expressions and movements she witnessed and storing them in the parcel of ‘Becky Information’ that glowed inside her soul. To love someone you have to know them, not sexually, but intimately in other ways. You had to know all their laughs and giggles, and how to provoke them. You had to know all their individual foibles and mannerisms, how they ate their soup or chewed at their nails whilst they read from a magazine, how they yawned and how they sneezed and your heart had to race whenever they did any of these things. She had bought Becky a book for her birthday on the subject of reincarnation. The tag read: “Leave this to yourself in your will and save money in the next life.”