Obsession

Chapter One-3

Standing naked before the mirror, Sheila felt she could be proud of her slender body; lean, well-toned and fit. She smiled, examined her lipstick, her teeth, her hair, her p***y. She was all a-tingle. She felt free, marvelously free, deliciously, wickedly free. But walking around in the nude in Nadine’s apartment, padding back across the carpet to the windows, the mild euphoria gave way to the scary sense of anxiety. What had she gotten herself into?!

***

The slight figure of the nude girl was exactly centered on the large black sofa. Her bare bottom was perched on the front edge of the seat, and she was leaning forward, legs modestly crossed, braced by rigid arms held on either side, extended hands clutching the thick seat pillow. The sense of dread was increasing by the minute as she sat tensely waiting, swallowing down the successive waves of panic, tingling with anticipation. She wondered about the time, and looked to her wrist to find she was still wearing her watch! Nadine has insisted she be completely naked. Did the watch count? She unbuckled the band, and laid it aside. Almost 20 minutes had passed since Nadine had gone off to change; the wait seemed interminable.

Sheila sat hunched over with huddled shoulders, feeling cool and slightly moist in that quiet, perfectly still room. She had the wildly irrational thought that she had been abandoned! Left naked sitting on this couch as some sort of joke! Nadine had walked out on her! What if they were taking her picture? She looked around to find evidence of a hidden camera. Abruptly those crazy thoughts were shaken from her head.

“Well, look what we have here!” A voice behind her crowed.

Startled, Sheila turned to look over her shoulder at Nadine standing in the doorway, resplendent in a wicked black leather outfit! There was a new look in those gleaming dark eyes, a look of cold amusement that made Sheila shiver as she stared in awe, taking in the provocative sight: a trim jacket, sleeveless, and tightly fitted to that long narrow torso. The jacket had an oversized collar, turned up in back, and a thick prominent zipper that ran all the way down the front. The O-ring on the tab was pulled halfway down, giving a seductive view of two taut, low slung breasts — hard white bulges snugly nestled in the silk lining of the tight leather jacket. The mid-length jacket flared at the bottom, layering Nadine’s long hips, mostly covering the thong panties she had on underneath. Several inches of smooth thigh-flesh peeked out beneath the high-arching panties and the tops of a pair of gleaming leather boots that came halfway up sleek white thighs. It was a devastating, provocative outfit; the awesome sight of the imperious dom in her matte black playsuit, took Sheila’s breath away!

Sheila sat paralyzed watching the narrow figure of the woman in black as she strolled over to a small antique writing desk, and extracted from its center drawer, a ruler — a thin wooden, metal ruler, a thin and pliable blade, oversized at 15 inches long.

Sheila, still speechless, watched with wide-eyed fascination, as Nadine came to her with ruler in hand. The lean dominatrix folded her arms under her breasts, looked down on the huddled blonde, and let a knowing sneer curl the edge of her lips.

Without a word, Nadine placed the end of the ruler against Sheila’s nubile chest, indenting the soft tittie-flesh, scratching thoughtfully at the girl’s left n****e. Sheila looked down to watch the ruler as it worried that rubbery nubbin, teasing that sensate tip, flicking it, pressing the hardened nub it into the surrounding ring of the soft, crinkly auerola.

“Oh, yes. These will do nicely.”

“And what are you hiding down here, Pet?” Nadine used the ruler to trace a line down the nude girl’s belly, nosing into the ridge of dusky brown pubic hair half hidden by the crossed legs. “Come now, let’s have a look. Open up,” she coaxed, lightly tapping Sheila’s knee with the ruler. “Further than that!” Nadine’s voice had taken on a hard edge. It was the crisp, no-nonsense voice of cold authority.

Looking up at the exotically-clad figure who loomed over her, Sheila straightened up with an shivering wiggle. Obediently, she uncrossed her bare legs and slowly let her knees fall apart to show herself – displaying her feminine core, her s*x, her cunt, her p***y, falling into the slovenly pose of a wanton slut — letting the other woman look, while all the while she watched Nadine’s hard-set face.

Nadine brought the ruler back into play, this time using it to rub up and down Sheila’s exposed lightly-furred vulva.

“Back!” Nadine nudged her with the ruler, and Sheila eased backward onto her elbows, raising her pubic mound.

The thin slat pressed into its way between the slight bulge of the outerlips, probing gently inward. Sheila winced, looked down at the wooden lath, an inch of which was now inserted in her v****a.

“No! Look at me!” Nadine hissed. “Keep your eyes on mine! Anytime I decide to play with you, I want you looking into my eyes. Do you understand that Pet?!”

“Yes, Madam,” Sheila managed in a dry-mouthed whisper. She licked her lips nervously.

“Good!”

The insidious ruler pushed back the fleshy petals to venture even more deeply into the slippery folds of the pinkish labia. Sheila’s softly submissive eyes glazed over as she looked up through long lashes to encounter those terrible gleaming black coals. And she was held there, mesmerized by that hard stare as her s*x was stimulated by what started out as an annoying probing, but soon had her squirming in her seat. Those coldly resolute eyes kept her pinned in place, like a mounted butterfly, helpless, while she felt herself getting hot, and knew she getting wet between the legs.

Her eyes scrunched tight and her brow crinkled in a sharp wince at the sudden stab of the ruler into her vulnerable cunt.

“Such a darling little p***y,” Nadine sighed, pumping her wrist to diddle her guest just a bit before withdrawing the teasing ruler from its wicked pursuits.

She abruptly turned away to bring a low round-backed chair into place, sliding it across the rug to a position directly across from the girl who was now sprawled back on her elbows, legs loosely parted and dangling down the front of the couch. Only the low padded bench separated them. Nadine sat down and eased back in the enfolding chair, crossing her booted legs at the ankles.

An amused smile found its way to her lips, although her eyes remained coldly detached. The pensive dominatrix sat regarding her newly acquired pet for just a moment, lips pursed as if considering her next move. Then she seemed to make up her mind.

“I think I want you back further on the couch, Pet. Yes, that will do nicely. Now, legs up! Heels on the cushion!” The orders were given in that no-nonsense manner that came so easily to the haughty woman.

Sheila scooted her bare bottom backwards, raised her feet, drew back her folded legs in what she knew was an incredibly lewd, erotic pose.

“Yes, that’s much better. Now spread your knees; show Madam that pretty little p***y of yours. Go on! Spread ‘em!”

The gap between the vee of those steepled legs obediently widened.

“Now, play with yourself, Pet. Show Madam how you do it.”

Sheila sat stunned. Yet her hand moved of its own accord, sliding down to her splayed crotch, there to cup herself protectively. All the while she was watching her mistress watching her every movement. She used the heel of her hand to palm her pubic mound, curling her fingers up to tighten her grip on the soft folds of her hot, moist p***y. Her eyes fluttered down with the first creamy rise of pleasure.

“No! Open them,” ordered a crisp voice. “Keep your eyes open. Look at me!”

With eyes wide open the helpless girl found herself looking deep into the commanding woman’s fathomless eyes as she pleasured herself, moving her hand in a slow, deep, circular massage that soon had her hips responding instinctively in lustful squirming.

Nadine saw her use the extended middle finger to press between the labia, seeking her love button, her c******s, to lightly rub the tip of her finger just over the right spot. The blonde whimpered with a wiggle of delight.

“Ooooh, yes, Pet, that’s very nice,” the enraptured woman purred. Her own hand had slipped into the front of her leather jacket; she was feeling herself up. “Yes, use your fingers. Go on, f**k yourself.”

It took all of Sheila’s effort to keep her eyes open. She was breathing heavily now, hot and squirming on the couch as the fluttering finger gave up her clit to slide lower down the slick folds and enter her well-oiled v****a. The middle finger hooked up to plunge into her core and she tossed back her head and groaned. Nadine watched the girl caught up in the heat of passion, saw the flushed face, the widened eyes as they glazed over when the finger began pistoning in and out more rapidly.

A low earthy groan came from the passion soaked girl as her jiggling wrist became a frantic blur.

“Yesssss…do it…FUCK YOURSELF!” It was a low, desperate hiss.

And Sheila did it. She finger-f****d herself to an earth-shattering orgasm for the pleasure of the woman who would dominate her, and make her her own.

***

Nadine leaned back cradling her head on a padded chair’s low curved back. Her lanky booted legs extended before her, sprawled negligently apart with heels resting on a cushioned ottoman. Her right hand, jammed down the front of her panties, moved languidly as she slowly fondled herself. Through half-lidded eyes she followed the progress of her high-heeled guest who was parading back and forth in front of her audience of one, wearing only her shoes, and the jacket of her business suit over her naked body.

It amused Madam to have her new toy so fetchingly, shamelessly displayed, to have her sashaying bare-assed like a fashion model on the runway — a role the nervous girl found surprising easy to slip into, once she got over her initial embarrassment, and realized the powerful effect she was having on the older woman. She held her head high and feeling delightfully sexy, she pranced, swinging her hips, inanely pleased that her insatiable mistress couldn’t take her eyes off her.

Nadine let herself smile; the self-satisfied smile of the contented cat contemplating the canary. It was all working out so very well. Most satisfying. Very soon now she would have her new toy kneeling before her. She felt the familiar elation of triumph at the happy thought. A powerful, heady elixir: to have the submissive blonde on her knees. The girl would look sweet; very sweet indeed, kneeling upright before her, wearing nothing but that open jacket, eagerly pleasuring her mistress with lips and mouth and tongue. The hand between her legs urgently squeezed her s*x, as the wicked thought send an electric thrill powering up from her churning groin.