My Wife Seduces the Kinky Clan Leader and Rescues Sheri: Ch 10

Laura musters her courage and challenges the Mistress Mother to let go of Sherianna

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Mistress Mother stood shocked for a moment then snapped orders to Rochi. “Put her collar on, leash her, and sneak her to the cages.” Mother Mistress stepped out of the room and headed downstairs.

The cages were in the basement of the Clan house and were used to deepen submission. Rochi grabbed Sheri by the hair and grasped at a collar on the wall. Sheri tried to jump and run, but Rochi pulled hard and Sheri, still naked, yelped. Her tits were swaying and she twisted but Rochi held tightly holding Sheri’s hair with one hand and the collar with another.

“Settle down, bitch, or you’re going to be in the cage a long time.”

Cookie, wearing denim shorts and a flannel shirt, stood in the doorway blocking the exit. She was submissive to Rochi and other Clan members and did what they said.

Laura made her presence known in the Clan of the Black Collar house, just a block away from the sorority homes. On the fringe. She was still buzzing from having sex with Marge and was struggling to regain her composure. Hearing another shriek and yelp from upstairs strengthened her resolve to fight for Sheri and not leave without her.

A slender woman moved gracefully down the stairs, smiled, and made her way across the floor.

Laura was impressed with the array of whips, ropes, and bondage equipment available. It would have looked enticing, but given the circumstances, it seemed terrifying.

“Hi? I’m Mistress Ann. Also known as the Mistress Mother. May I help you with something?”

“Sure, I’m Laura. Bottom line. I’m here for Sheri.” Laura sized her up. Attractive. Dark eyes. Shapely body. “I’m her domme and she’s disobeyed me.”

Ann acted like she found the news quite amusing and giggled. “You? Her domme?”

“Absolutely. She serves me. We had an argument and she took off.”

Just a few months ago, Laura wouldn’t have noticed someone like Ann but now that she’d had sex with Sheri and now her best friend, Marge, women were sexually amazing and Laura figured Ann was looking pretty hot.

“So you are, Domme Laura?” Ann laughed. “I’ll have her call you when she’s available.”

Laura smiled, scanned the wall, and sauntered toward a paddle and riding crop. “Sure, that’s fine.” She fingered the paddle. “Ooo, this must hurt.”

“Not if you know how to use it and when to use it.” Ann walked slowly, eyeing Laura. “It takes experience.”

Laura glanced at the back windows and saw Marge moving carefully toward the back door.

“Of course, it does.” Laura ran her fingers over the polished surface. The wood was thin and would sting a bare ass quite effectively. “I’m sure you use it consensually.”

“Of course,” said Mistress Ann.

“Just like Sheri is here consensually.”

“Of course, she is.”

Laura turned and stepped closer to Ann. “Then she’s being silly texting me for help.”

“Who knows why she did it.”

Laura’s voice was low and sexy. “So you’re quite experienced?” She moved closer, breathing heavy.

“In BDSM? Yes. I don’t play at dominance and submission.”

“Then maybe you’d like to put your hands on me.” Laura smiled, stepping close enough so her tits were nearly touching Ann’s. “Let’s see who can top whom.” A muffled yell came from upstairs. And then a thump and crash. Laura ignored the noise.

Sheri wrenched free from Rochi’s grip, dipped to the floor, cut her legs out from under, and pinned her down.

“I’ll help you, Sheri.” Cookie raced to her side. “I want out, too.”

“Sit on her face.” Sheri was thin but strong and struggled to keep Rochi down.

Cookie looked stunned. She was a submissive. Sitting on a domme sister’s face was unheard of.

Rochi bucked and almost knocked Sheri to the side.

“Do it.”

Cookie spread her legs, squatted, and smothered Rochi while Sheri grabbed a pair of handcuffs.

Ann, with her back to the windows, glanced toward the steps.

“Hmm, how about that?” Laura felt a rush of sexual energy she had never known. “Use that paddle on me. Bend me over, lift my dress, and spank my ass until it’s red and I’m crying.” She leaned close enough to whisper in Ann’s ear while the other younger women sat and watched.

“I’m sure that’d be my pleasure to let you have it.” Ann smiled, placed her hands on Laura’s ass. “Paddling you would feel so good.”

Suddenly, another crash came from upstairs. Cookie came running down the steps, followed by Sheri, still naked. “Laura.” Sheri ran to her, hugged her. “She’s tied up. The one upstairs.”

The back door flew open and Marge stepped inside.

Laura grabbed Ann’s wrists and pinned her arms behind her back and forced her up against the wall. “She’s going with me or my friend and I call the cops.”

Ann’s face was pushed against the wall. “Then take her, take the bitch.”

Marge made her way inside and put an arm around Sheri. “Come on, hon. I’m Laura’s best friend. She told me how much she’s missed you.”

Laura put her hand on Ann’s ass, felt it, and murmured. “I’d love to do you some time. I’m a fast learner.” She quickly stepped away and stood on the other side of Sheri and walked her quickly out the door with Marge. “Let’s go, Babe.”

“Cookie,” said Sheri.

“Can I come, too?” asked the young woman, nearly pleading.

“Of course,” said Laura.

Marge turned the key, hit the gas and sped away as Ann and some of the others ran out the back, trying to get a look at the car.

“Oh, God,” said Laura, sitting in the back seat with Sheri, covering her with her jacket. Cookie was in the front. “I’m glad you’re safe. What was happening?”

Sheri didn’t answer. She hugged Laura, her friend and lover, and kissed her deeply.

In the front seat, Cookie murmured. “Abuse of power.”

“Oh my God,” exclaimed Marge.

“We don’t have to talk about it now,” said Laura. “Let’s get home.”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

Laura placed her fingers on Sheri’s chin, turned her mouth toward her and kissed her deeply, using her tongue to probe her young girlfriend’s mouth. Laura ran her hand along Sheri’s naked thigh.

“Touch me, please.” said Sheri.

Laura fingered her in the back seat, welcoming the feeling of Sheri’s pussy, and igniting warm, loving juices. Laura lifted her finger to her mouth, licked carefully, and slid the tip into Sheri’s mouth.

Kissing and licking again felt so natural.

Laura wondered. Maybe they had to be apart for a while to truly enjoy each other again. “I want to fuck you so badly.”

“I can’t wait.” Sheri snuggled close to her friend.

(to be continued — Chapter 11 an erotic reunion with Laura and Sheri up Tues, Apr 18)

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