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These books contain Very Naughty Erotica themes of Lesbian BDSM, Bondage, Spanking, Humiliation Punishment, Domination and Submission as well as the use of BDSM devices.Book 1: “Mulatto’s Submission"Book 2: “Handcuffed"Book 3: “Slave’s Devotion”From Book 1: “Mulatto’s Submission”Kayla and Christine couldn't be more different. Kayla is a hot Mulatto who's Grandfather was a witch doctor. Christine is a hot white, filthy rich billionaire. Both have tempers that can set off Armageddon.They are entangled in a hot twisted relationship but Christine has a violent past. Unfortunately Christine can’t help but relieve her frustrations on Kayla.Christine is filthy rich and can have any woman she wants at her beacon call and she does, that is except for Kayla, who’s decided to that two can play at that game.Christine is furious! In a jealous rage she surprises Kayla in her home after she’s been on a date with Amy. Christine has a rabid temper and if she can’t have Kayla, no one will.Download “All 3 Hot Stories” right now!

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Lesbian Submission Stories

Title and Copyright

Mulatto's Submission

Handcuffed

Slave's Devotion

Lesbian Submission Stories

3 Story Bundle

By Mistress Daria

Copyright 2017 Mistress Daria

All rights reserved.

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

No part of this publication may be replicated, redistributed, or given away in any form without the prior consent of the author or publisher.

Mulatto’s Submission

By Mistress Daria

Copyright 2017 Mistress Daria

All rights reserved.

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

No part of this publication may be replicated, redistributed, or given away in any form without the prior consent of the author or publisher.

“Leave Me Alone!” I screamed into my cell. "And don’t fucking call me again, we’re done!”, throwing the phone to the floor. I plopped down on the sofa and checked the tears welling up in my eyes. I’d been with Christine for seven months, and they had been the best seven months of my life. It was perfect from the first minute we had laid eyes on each other. Of course, I had been a little nervous at first, we were just so different!

I am a mulatto, she was white.

She was rich, I was poor.

I was a nineteen year old virgin, scared of sex, she was twenty-nine and craved constant sex.

I remember the first time my best friend Ron had set me up with her. William, Ron’s newish boyfriend had a really hot friend that Ron said I just had too meet. Every time I met with him he seemed like a broken record talking about this chick. Only it seriously took months before we were even introduced. It did seem odd because she was William’s best friend and I was Ron’s. William had seemed to have been dragging his feet the entire time which I couldn’t figure out. It was as if I wasn’t good enough for this chick. Well fuck her, Billionaire or not.

I’ll never forget the first time I laid eyes on her. Elegant, could be the one word to describe her. She pulled up in a black Mercedes 500 S class which was chauffeur driven. I watched her from my window as she got out and walked up the steps to my door. She was gorgeous in every way. Dressed classy from head to toe in an Italian designer outfit which flattered every curve of her body. Her skirt hugging those luscious hips of hers and the hemline which highlighted those long legs which seemed to go on forever. All color coordinated which accentuated those beautiful baby blue eyes and flawless skin of hers. And her shoes! I’ve never met a woman with such gorgeous pairs of shoes in my life. She seemed to always have the perfect pair for any occasion and never did seem to wear the same pair twice. Intimidating is putting it lightly.

It didn't seem possible that two people so different could even be compatible, but it just all happened so naturally, like it was meant to be. I had to admit the truth, she was the perfect girlfriend, despite Christine’s fierce temper and dominating character. She had movie star beauty, with thick black hair, and pale blue eyes that could make me wet from just sitting across the room. Plus the sex was incredible!

No, out of this world!

No, even better! There was just no word strong enough to describe it. She had only two flaws, her unusual fear of commitment and her rampant sex drive.

Christine knew exactly why I was upset, but she wouldn’t even admit it.

It had all started with a fight, nothing new lately, since I knew she was fighting her feelings for me and what was worse she knew I was aware of it. She was Christine Faberge after all, billionaire debutante, and wild. Both men and women absolutely adored her. But she seemed to have no room for love in her life and I was determined to change that!

Unlike the previous women in her life, I had stormed out after our fight. She was shocked to say the least, being used to docile women who did not fight back or storm out on her. So I guess she decided to go out with a few friends, get drunk and decided to bring two women back home with her. She needed to show me who was boss, who ran the show, she refused to loosen her finely tuned lifestyle for a crazy little thing called love.

We had spent many unforgettable nights in that bed together, endless hours of sex, feasting on me, adoring each other's bodies.

Her life before me had been almost handed to her on a silver platter and as she once confessed she spent many a night in the arms of almost any woman she wanted, but it was never enough.

I could imagine her bringing home some bitches with plastic tits, desperate for a piece of the Billionaire heiress, thinking one of them actually had a shot at landing her. If I knew her like I thought I did she would be sitting there in her huge chaise lounge in the entertainment room, one girl on her knees suckling her dry pussy as the other girl slowly stripped her clothes off trying to tempt her. It wouldn't work, I knew she had craved me with visions of my caramel thighs, large perky caramel breasts tipped with silver dollar cinnamon nipples, fiery hazel eyes that could look as innocent as an angel as I begged her to fuck me. I frustrated her so much that she probably couldn't even get wet, no matter how much she tried, she would just go deeper into her need for me, even with two sexy women ready to do anything she wished. I had her, and from the tone of her voice I knew I had her, she knew it too. That was what was so frustrating! Damn it! Why couldn’t she just change? Couldn’t she see that we were meant to be.

That’s why I knew I had to be driving her crazy. That’s why she had been shouting, “It’s all your fucking fault! Kayla, you bitch!!!”. I had some kind of control over her, and she was furious! Her brain trying to rationalize how she could have lost control of her emotions. My mother's father was an African shaman and I had cast a spell on her. So despite the two women trying desperately to please her and her pussy would still be dry as she debated the logic of the witchcraft she knew I still practiced. Even though deep inside she felt it wasn't possible, thinking that she had just lost her carefully guarded control.

However, I was getting sick of her shit! I had only been away from her for just a few hours, but I already missed her, I needed her, my body craved her! So I went back to her mansion, deciding to confront her with the feelings I knew she was fighting against. Or I could just forget the fight, fuck her and wait until she was ready to admit her feelings. I didn't care, so long as she simply touched me, and that was what I was scared of, melting in her arms and letting her have her way.

She didn't hear me come in, but she must have sensed me there and looked up, it almost seemed fitting that I would walk in and catch her, she couldn't have planned it any better. She didn't move a muscle as she looked at me, my mouth wide open in shock and I could see in her eyes that all she wanted to do was just grab me by my hair and ram her now moist cunt in my mouth until I suffocated. But looking deeper, she must have seen it, the pain was there, written all over my face. She grinned smugly at her accomplishment so I turned and left. She had broken a few girls hearts like this before, but she had never done it on purpose, she did it because it was her and she could.

So I fantasized about her mastering me, dominating me, making me bend to her will and finally sucking her off so I had a mouthful of her sweet feminine goodness and that she would refuse to let me up for air. She would say to me, ”Good job, now get out." after I had finished pleasing her.

Then I pictured the scene of her at the very moment before calling me. Roaring at the two unknowingly helpless girls in her company,

”What?" "Get the fuck out!”, and the girls, nervous and terrified, running out half dressed. She would lean back in her chair and let the obscene amount of liquor she drank take over, calling me, incomprehensible, yelling and screaming before passing out.

Her friend William had been dating my closest friend Ron for two months and it was getting serious, even though Ron would tell Harvey about me and he would swear to not tell Christine, his loyalty was to his friend. He had found himself giving daily reports to Christine, anxious that we would both swallow our stubborn pride and reconcile. So when Ron told him about my plans for the evening, he tensed up and called Christine almost frantic, fearing her temper once she found out, but fearing it more if she found out and Harvey hadn't told her. So he called with the bad news. Ron relaying the details to me the best he could.

"She's going out on a date.”, William said, Christine was silent, he knew his friend well, she was only silent right before she became deadly.

"No she's not.”, she finally said in denial.