Kink | Bisexual
Deeper Kinks for My Wife and Her Young Girlfriend: Chapter 7
Sherianna and Laura were pulled into different worlds while missing each other’s love
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Sherianna’s phone vibrated the moment she had awakened with a text she couldn’t ignore: Training time. Get over here. No clothes. Just toss on a coat.
She left her apartment and made her way to the ex-sorority house that was now home to the young women who banded together in the Clan of the Black Collar.
Getting dressed was out of the question. Soon, she’d be living in the house with the other women after she progressed on her journey to becoming a Mistress in the Clan.
Sherianna wore her nightshirt and hid it with an overcoat as she hurried semi-naked through the university community. The Clan was skilled in training minds for sexual service. Sheri had wanted to pledge ever since she heard about them during her freshman year.
Kink wasn’t new. Sheri had been tied up by a previous boyfriend and enjoyed dominating a roommate in the dorm. She had really wanted to explore Domination and Submission with like-minded women.
She arrived, knocked on the door, and Cookie, naked except for her collar and her nipple piercings, opened the door.
“In the main room,” said Cookie, yawning and motioning to the large living area where both Margo and Rochi stood. Rochi was dressed in tight, black leather shorts, a matching halter, and she was holding a paddle. A few of the other women who were dommes and submissives were lounging on sofas. On the walls were riding crops, nipple clamps, ropes, gas masks, and various types of wrist and ankle restraints.
Rochi held the paddle and smiled as Sherianna stepped into the room.
“Yes?” Sherianna looked around, clutching her coat.
Rochi sounded stern. “Two things. Why are you dressed? You know the rules.”
“Yes, ma’am,” said Sherianna, stripping off her coat and revealing the silky nightgown.
Rochi walked over to her holding the paddle with one hand, grabbing her hair with the other, and giving Sheri a vigorous kiss on the lips. “Get naked, bitch.”
Sherianna lifted the gown over her head and stood, awkward with her arms by her side and behind her back.
“What else have you failed to do?” asked Rochi, running her fingers over Sheri’s body and pinching her tits.
Sheri stood in a sea of confusion being summoned first thing in the morning. Rochi’s paddle looked sturdy but thin like it was going to sting terribly.
“Kneel and kiss my feet,” growled Rochi. “I’ve told you that every time you’re summoned by your Superior you’re to greet us humbly.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Sheri dropped to her knees and kissed Rochi’s feet.
“Now, stay with your ass in the air.”
Sherianna kept her face to the floor, felt the thin wood, against her ass, and in a split second heard an insidious whistle through the air and felt the paddle sting her, sending pain signals from head to toe. “Ow.” She yelped.
Silence.
Rochi wasn’t happy. “What the fuck do you say?”
Sheri searched her memory but only stammered.
“Thank you, Mistress. May I please have another?” said Rochi, lightly tapping Sheri’s ass, getting ready to give another stroke.
From the corner of her eye, Sheri could see one of the women slipping naked off the sofa. A woman she recognized as a submissive, and kneeling with her face between the legs of another Clan member who was dominant. The women lived immersed in their sexuality.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Sheri responded, “may I please have another.”
The paddle whistled before striking Sheri full across her ass. She gritted her teeth, inhaled, and let out a louder yelp.
Rochi sneered. “Only eight more, little bitch. For this morning.”
Sheri took a breath and tried to relax her body. She had heard that fighting it made the pain worse. She closed her eyes as the third blow struck, teared up, and suddenly thought of Laura’s breasts, her kisses, and the soft bed.
Another day and not able to contact the older woman who she loved.
Laura stood in the kitchen, holding a glass of wine, while Marge stirred chili in the crock pot.
“Tell me more,” said Marge excitedly.
“There’s not much more to say. She looked so cute and innocent,” explained Laura, “and I felt this instant connection with her.”
“She’s a junior at the university?” Marge raised an eyebrow.
“Yes.” Laura didn’t want to talk about it. She didn’t want the feelings fluttering back and rippling her emotions.
“You had sex with her?” Marge spoke in a hushed tone with the men in the other room.
“For the umpteenth time, yes.”
“What was it like?” Marge stopped fiddling with the food and nudged close to Laura. “Is she kinky? Naughty?”
“It’s not like that. I, uh, don’t want to talk about it. She’s not called me back. I guess we’re done.”
Marge studied Laura and changed her tone from gossipy to empathetic. “You really liked her?”
“Yes. I did. I was falling in love with her.” Laura sipped her wine. Talking to Marge, a long-time friend, felt good. “Warren knows all about it.”
Marge kissed Laura on the cheek. “I wish I’d known you were bi, Laura. We’ve been friends for so long.”
Laura wanted to say more and explain her discovery, but instead, she set her wine aside, and embraced Marge, kissing her, locking lips with her best friend, and putting a depth of energy into the kiss that she would have used with Sherianna.
Margo ran a hand over Laura’s ass.
Laura swept her tongue through Laura’s mouth and wondered. Why didn’t Sherianna at least say good-bye? Ghosting was painful. At least making out and having sex with her best friend was consolation.
Sherianna’s ass was red, sore, and kept stinging. She lay naked in the bed and watched as Rochi took a chain with metal nipple clamps attached and used them to tease Sheri’s mind.
Rochi pressed hard on one end of the clips. “This how this is going to feel.” She whispered in Sheri’s ear, pressed hard on an end, tugged on Sheri’s nipple and attached one clamp and then the other.
Sheri blew a sigh in reaction, holding in her desire to cry out. Rochi wasn’t finished.
The dominant slid on a harness and dildo.
“You’re so cute,” growled Rochi. “Spread those legs, darling, and give me access.” Rochi positioned the dildo and slid into Sheri’s pussy, thrusting in and out and pulling on the chain with clamos. “Some said you were too cute to join the Clan. And you’d never make it as a Mistress.”
Rochi breathed deeper and fucked harder.
Sheri grit her teeth and eyed Rochi’s tits swaying and her face scrunched from the inner intensity.
“You’re mine, little bitch.” Rochi gasped. She was powerful. “You belong to me.” She fucked Sheri harder with every word.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Sheri moaned, reaching for Rochi’s back with her body and emotions wracked with pleasure and dull pain.
The bed creaked and the mattress gave way beneath Rochi’s power and the dildo seemed to go deeper and deeper into her pussy and into her thoughts.
Sheri wondered as she squealed. What had she gotten herself into?
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