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Seducing Madison Part 5
Copyright January 2016
By Katrina Millings
The night of the party crept up on me. It wasn’t until the professor suggested it we start getting ready that it I really pondered what this mysterious gathering would be like. Both the professor and Mr. Brennan spoke of it as if it were some rite of passage I’d be taking. That was ridiculous, of course. My imagination was running wild again. I was making too much of it. Still, I understood it was no normal party I was going to attend.
We had an early dinner that evening. After helping the professor do the dishes I followed her upstairs and we both stepped into the shower. As I stood under the cascade of warm water she stood behind me. Soap lathered hands came around me and kneaded my breasts. I turned my head, and kissed her lips.
“We could just stay home. I’m happy right here,” I said with a contented sigh.
“Just the two of us, huh,” she said with a chuckle.
“Yes, I like the sound of that,” I said as one of her hands circled my belly just above my pussy, making me moan with anticipation.
“I love that idea, but we already accepted the invitation. We can’t be rude and not attend now, can we?”
“No, I guess not,” I replied.
“Are you nervous?”
“A little,” I admitted. “I’m not much for big parties.”
“You’re shy, I know. Want me to help you relax?”
She gave me another kiss, her soft lips pressed lightly against mine and her tongue deep inside my mouth. Then she left a trail of kisses over my neck and shoulders.
“Yes, please,” I said, too caught up in the way just the slightest touch from her could make my pussy wet and throbbing.
But then that hand came behind me and landed a quick slap to my bottom, reminding me of how firm she could be when she chose. “You’re being awful casual in the way you speak to me,” she said in a sharp tone.
“Oh, I mean yes, please, Mistress.”
“That’s my girl. I need you to remember your place tonight. We don’t have time for a trip to the dungeon.”
The one and only time I’d seen the dungeon so far was when Mr. Brennan had taken me there, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my mistress led me down the basement stairs. There was nothing she liked more than exerting her control over me. I was impressed she’d fought the temptation this long.
“Tell me what this party will be like, Mistress.”
Her fingers skimmed my slit and slip inside my pussy. “Well, it’s sort of like the club where we first met, with people doing all the things that come naturally to them right there for everyone to see.”
“Mmm, I didn’t feel comfortable in the club until I met you,” I said, enjoying the sensation of her stroking my walls.
“I’m going to be there tonight. You won’t be alone and if you get there and decide you really don’t want to stay, we’ll take you home. All you have to do is agree to give it a chance.”
Her thumb pressed against my clit. It felt so good she was making it hard to say no, and I actually was curious to attend the party. I recalled our afternoon of fun with the hostess, Corrine. I hadn’t exactly disliked the woman. In fact, she was one of the most beautiful women I’d known, second only to the professor.
“As long as you promise you won’t leave me I’ll be all right,” I said, worried I sounded too clingy. I’d become somewhat reliant on the professor, on both the Brennan’s for that matter. I couldn’t imagine another couple ever making me so happy and comfortable in my own flesh.
“Then if you swear you’ll behave tonight and you make me look good in front of all my friends, I’ll make you come right now,” she offered.
“Deal,” I said with a giggle and then a gasp as her fingers moved further into my cunt.
“What’s so funny? You don’t think I can make you come whenever I want? After all our time together you don’t understand the control I have over you?”
“Yes, Mistress, I understand.”.
“You understand and you like it,” she replied.
“You’re clean enough. Step out and dry off,” she commanded, releasing me.
I grabbed a towel off the rack and patted myself dry. She grabbed another and wrapped it around her body. Taking mine from me, she used it to wipe the steam covered mirror over the sink until I saw my reflection staring back at me. I put my palms flat against the granite sink top and trembled when her fingers traced the length of my slit again and then the crack of my ass. I felt the familiar emptiness back there that she so often stirred in me.
“We’re going to have to put a plug in you to get you ready for tonight. If you don’t make a fuss, I’ll let you sit on my face while I insert it.”
I never made a fuss about anything she wanted to do to me other than to beg for more, but I answered just the same. “I’ll behave, Mistress.”
“All right, let’s go.”
In the bedroom, I lied on the bed and watched her lubricate the plug. Originally, she’d started to use the plugs on me to train my ass, but I’d quickly come to enjoy anal sex to the point that they weren’t necessary anymore, unless they were simply for the pleasure of it. I didn’t understand why she felt I needed a plug tonight, but I loved the idea of having one firmly embedded in my ass so much I wasn’t about to argue the point.
“Come on, sweetie. I want to bury my face in that sweet ass of yours,” she coaxed me, lying on her back.
I straddled her, stretching out so I lied across her torso as I lowered my ass onto her face. Her fingers dug into my cheeks and spread them apart so her tongue could lap at my anus. Her slit gleamed at me, shining with a glaze of her juices, a sight I didn’t have the willpower to resist. My own tongue slid into the folds of her slit, which earned me yet another uncompromising slap on my bottom.
“Did I tell you to lick my pussy?”
“No, I just wanted it so bad. I thought you wanted me to,” I said.
“But you didn’t have permission.”
“Maybe a quick trip to the dungeon is in order after all,” she reasoned.