Put Me In a Skirt and Hurt Me: The Strictly Lesbian Adventures of Mistress Sophia Read Online Free

yes?”
    “Yes! Yes, I’m juicy for you, Mistress,” Willow said excitedly. She’d been waiting for Sophia’s call and was getting frantic by the time it finally came. Willow depended on Sophia to instruct her and punish her and make her come outrageously. She hadn’t been given permission from Sophia to come on her own and had been forbidden other women. If Sophia wasn’t in the mood for Willow, then Willow had to suffer silently until Sophia was ready. She often wondered if Sophia forgot about her. So when Sophia’s call eventually came, Willow had gone limp with relief. And of course, there were those times—like after the recent whipping with the quirt—when Willow would go home and have to satisfy herself. These were few and far between, and were the only times Willow disobeyed her mistress.
    “Willow, this is Porsche.”
    Porsche began to rise and Sophia mashed her heel into her, pushing her back into a kneeling position. “Did anyone tell you to move? Did they? How dare you come here and not obey me?” Sophia let her full displeasure be known. Her foot remained on Porsche’s back, the heel grinding just a bit into her flesh. Porsche felt her pussy dripping and prayed it wasn’t on her new mistress’s beautiful Oriental silk rug.
    Willow felt her hackles rising. What was this? Sophia was hers. Hers! She didn’t want to share her time with Sophia. Her mistress. Mistress, mistress. Her mistress had warned her twice already that she should never call her Sophia. But Willow was so fond of her that she found herself calling her “Sophia” in her head and “Mistress” to her face. It was hard to keep the two separate, but to her, Sophia was Sophia, a woman she loved with all her heart. The mistress administered the punishments, but Sophia made her come.
    “As I was saying ... Willow, this lousy submissive is Porsche. I want you to help me train her to be a good sub, like you. Porsche, Willow is your better. She will help you to follow my rules and teach you how to behave in my presence. Willow, to begin I’d like you to teach this poor trollop how to properly present her ass to me.”
    Sophia strolled out of the room, slapping the leather gloves against her thigh.
    Willow grabbed Porsche’s arm and pulled the girl up.
    “You’re a fucking lousy smelly poor excuse for a sub and you’ll never be as good as me but, as Soph- ... as Mistress has commanded, I will now demonstrate to you how to present your ass.”
    Willow dropped to all fours and thrust her ass up high into the air. From this position, she continued, “As you can see, the ass is fully open and accessible to the mistress. Do not clench. Do not sway. Do not bounce. Keep the ass as high as you can without trembling. You’ll need to practice, since at first your legs will start to tremble and ache. A good sub will practice until she can maintain a high ass for ... well, forever, if Mistress commands it. Also, you want to be high enough that your pussy is easy to stroke or swat or pinch or ... ” Willow trailed off as her own pussy glistened with desire.  Porsche reached forward and stroked Willow between the legs. Willow jerked away violently.
    “What the fuck are you doing?” she shrieked in a whisper.
    “You look so tasty. I want to taste that sweet pussy,” Porsche replied quietly. “She’s not in the room. Let me have a little taste.”
    “Are you ... Jesus! Mistress will ... Well, I have no idea what Mistress will do. You do that to her not me!”
    “Why can’t we all do it to each other?” Porsche asked just as Sophia came back into the room.
    Willow shoved Porsche down to the ground and yanked her waist up. “As I was saying, high up in the air for access by the mistress ... ”
    Sophia reached between Porsche’s legs, pushed the crotch of the sheer pink panties aside, and felt her cunt. Her sap was full in her and, at Sophia’s touch, came cascading down onto the leather-gloved hand.
    “My, my,” murmured Sophia.