{ASSM} Gina's Day At The Mall (f/F, ff/F, Humil)

[Jane Parks]

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Gina's Day at the Mall

Jane Parks

ff/F, fff/F, F/F, fF/F, Humil.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction.
None of the characters or events herein are
based on real people, either living or dead.
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ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of
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Morning found Gina lying naked on her sofa
across Trish's lap as her student absent-
mindedly fondled her intimate places. As she
felt her teacher up, Trish reassured Gina in a
soft, calm voice that she had done very well
once they had all arrived at her house
yesterday afternoon for the breast examination
demonstration. After Gina had successfully
demonstrated the proper techniques on her own
naked breasts while Trish and Cindy watched in
rapt attention, Trish had allowed her teacher
the privilege of demonstrating the proper
technique yet again on Cindy's sweet, pert
naked breasts. One thing had led to another,
and the night had been spent in such a fashion
that, by morning, Gina was perfectly content
in her new role as Trish's subby little sex
toy.

Any remaining fears and pangs of conscience
had been overwhelmed by Gina's sense that
serving Trish had become her version of heaven
on earth. To quell Gina's fears of being
discovered and fired from her job, Trish had
assured her that she would allow the older
woman to continue teaching, and that she would
even help her maintain order in her classroom.
In return, Gina would follow Trish's orders in
all things and give Trish a weekly allowance
fitting for her new mistress. Gina considered
the arrangement more than acceptable.

"Gina, we are going out today to the mall to
buy a few things I think we need. And while
we are out shopping, I want you to promise to
be good and do whatever I say."

The older woman was more than a little nervous
about having to exhibit her submissiveness
outside in the wider world. What if more of
her friends and colleagues saw her being
forced to do all sorts of nasty, slutty
things. What would they possibly think of
her? Trish could sense her teacher's anxiety.

"Now, don't you want to please your mistress,
Teeny Gina? Don't you want to make me happy."

Gina looked hopefully at Trish, wanting with
every fiber of her being to make her student
mistress happy with her but still being very
afraid. She hungered for Trish so, but she
feared her just as much.

"Yes, Mistress Trish. I want to please you so
much, but I'm really, really scared."

But, of course, Trish was having none of
Gina's excuses.

"That's ok, Teeny Gina. I want you to be
scared. That's part of the turn on for me."

Gina averted her gaze.

"You do want to please me, don't you, Gina,"
Trish said with a sternness in her voice that
her subby teacher had come to recognize and
fear.

"Yes, Mistress Trish."

"Well then. You know what pleases me by now.
Don't you, slut."

"Yes, Mistress Trish."

"What pleases me, Gina."

"Having me obey you, Mistress Trish."

"That's right. And."

Gina lowered her head.

"And."

"Having me do sick things to you to prove how
much you own me. And letting you do sick
things to me, too."

Trish began stroking her teacher's naked body,
half soothing and half arousing. Shoulder,
breast, flank, hip, thigh, calf; back and
forth.

"What kinds of sick things, baby. Tell me."

Gina looked over shyly at Trish.

"Letting you feel me up, Mistress Trish. Like
you are doing now."

"And just how do I like feeling you up,
teacher dear."

Gina blushed once more.

"You like feeling up my legs with your hands."

Gina shivered at the memory of Trish's smooth,
warm hands sliding sensuously over her long
legs. How she craved for her mistress to keep
feeling her up just that way right this
minute.

As if she had read her teacher's mind, Trish
moved her warm hand from Gina's midriff where
she had been tickling the older woman's
bellybutton, and began stroking Gina's bare
leg with long, sensuous strokes. Gina gurgled
happily.

"And what other parts of your body do I like
feeling up, Gina."

The older woman looked down.

"My breasts," she whispered.

"Say it louder, Gina."

"My breasts, Mistress Trish."

"You mean your 'udders'. Don't you, Teeny
Gina."

"Yes. My 'udders'."

"And how much do you like to feel my hands
caressing and fondling your big cow udders."

"Very much, Mistress Trish."

Trish suited her actions to her words.

"And do you like it when I pinch and twist
your hard cow nipples, sweetums."

"Unnnnn huhhhhhh."

Trish pinched her teacher's erect nubbins
until she squealed and squealed. Cindy looked
on in rapturous silence, her breathing growing
heavier and heavier. She so looked forward to
watching her girl lover putting her teacher
through her paces like this.

"And what else of yours do you like to be
played with, you nasty little teacher slut,
you."

Gina could not meet her mistress's eyes but
she managed to whisper out the words she knew
Trish wanted to hear.

"My pussy."

"You mean your smooth little nasty teacher
puss pussy."

"Oh yes, Mistress Trish."

"And do you like it when I feel up your little
sniz and get it all squishy wishy, just like
I'm doing right now, honey baby."

"Yessss, Mistress Trish."

"And what else of yours do I like to toy
around with."

The whispered words flew from the older
woman's lips.

"My bot bot hole."

"That's right, Gina, your cute little botty
hole. And do you like it when I get your
tight little botty hole all itchy."

"Yesss, Mistress Trish."

"And do you like it when I make my little
teacher slut squeal with delight when I play
with her nasty little puss puss and botty hole
for her."

"Ummmmmm huhhhhhhhh. Ooooohhhhhh yessss."

"Well, squeal for me right this minute,
snookums. I want you to squeal for me just
like the little piggy slut you are. Just like
you did last night. I just love to make you
squeal."

Trish was leaning far over, her fingers busy
exciting her teacher and her lips right
against Gina's ear.

"Squeal, bitch."

Gina squealed delightfully and wriggled on the
sofa as her mistress tormented and teased her
sex. She squealed, and squealed, and
squealed.

Finally, Trish took her tormenting hand away.
Gina gurgled and sighed.

"And do you really like it when I feel you up,
Teeny Gina."

"Yessss, Mistress Trish. I like it. I really
do like it."

"And when I feel you up this way, what does
that tell you, you nasty little teacher slut,
you."

Gina looked over lovingly at her teenage
mistress.

"That I belong to you, Mistress Trish."

"That's right, Gina. You belong to me. Any
time, anyplace, anywhere. I can do anything I
want to you. Isn't that right, dear."

"Yesssssss, Mistress Trish."

Gina so desperately wanted the fondling,
teasing, and tormenting to continue.

"And what other sick things do I make you do,
baby."

Gina thought. Then she spoke.

"You make me make love to you with my mouth,
Mistress Trish."

"That's right, Teeny Gina. And do I taste
good to you?"

"Yes, Mistress Trish." It was barely a
whisper.

"And what other sick things did I make my
little Gina do last night?"

"You made me drink your pee pee."

"That's right. And."

"You made me lick your hineyhole."

"Yes I did. Didn't I? And did it taste good,
Teeny Gina."

"Yes, Mistress Trish. It tastes good."

"And when I pee peed and didn't make you drink
it, what did I make you do."

"You made me feel you up and play with your
pussy and butt hineyhole while you were doing
it."

"That's right. And did you like doing that
for me."

Gina nodded her head expressively.

"Yes, Mistress Trish."

"And you didn't mind getting my pee pee and on
your hands."

"No, Mistress Trish."

"And you didn't mind when I made you lick it
off."

Gina shook her head.

"No, Mistress Trish."

Trish smiled down at her pet. She continued
to fondle and stroke her subby teacher,
occasionally placing her hand where Gina could
lick it lovingly.

"And what other things did I make you do,
Gina?"

Gina bowed her head.

"You made me beg you to hurt me and to
humiliate me."

"That's right, Gina. And when you begged me
to hurt you and to humiliate you, did that
turn you on. Did it make your little pink
sniz all runny and itchy."

Gina looked up from her licking.

"Yes, Mistress Trish. It did."

"And you like it when your nasty teacher sniz
is all itchy and slick. Don't you girl?"

"Yes, Mistress Trish. I like it a lot."

"That's right, Teeny Gina."

Trish smiled once more and continued molesting
her teacher's naked body any way her whims
drove her.

"That's good, Teeny Gina. Ok. And what else
did I make you do."

"You made me do bad things with Cindy."

"What kinds of bad things, baby."

By this time Cindy had moved right next to
Trish and her subby teacher and was gently
stroking her hair and occasionally pulling on
it to remind her who was in charge.

"You made me make love to her with my mouth,
and you made me let her do things to me that
hurt me a lot."

Over the course of this dialogue, Gina's
demeanor had slowly transformed from that of
an adult woman to that of a little girl being
asked a series of questions by her stern
mother. Gina so desperately wanted to do and
say the right things.

"That's right, honey. And did you really like
making love to Cindy with your mouth."

"Unnnnnn huhhhhhhh."

"And did you like it with I told her to hurt
you."

Gina hesitated for only a second.

"Unnnnn huhhhhhh."

"And what else, baby."

"I had to drink her pee pee, too."

"Was it good, baby."

"Unnnnnnnn huhhhhhhh."

Gina flushed a rosy pink.

"And does all that feel good, honey."

"Unnnnn huhhhhh."

"And does it turn you on, sweetie."

"Unnnnn huhhhhh."

Trish continued to feel her teacher up,
consoling her and arousing her at the same
time. Gina shivered slightly as past images
of Cindy molesting her flashed across her
brain.

"And what else nasty did I make you do."

Gina could barely articulate the words, she
was so mesmerized by Trish's insistent
questions and her tantalizing hands on her
wanton body.

"You made me make love to Crissie. You made
me call her and ask her to come over here last
night. And you made me make love to her with
my mouth."

"And did Cindy or Crissie taste good to you
when I made you eat them out, baby."

"Yes, Mistress Trish. They both tasted good."

"So you like eating out other pussies when I
tell you to?"

"Yes, Mistress Trish."

"You especially like eating girls and women
out. Don't you, you nasty lezzy slut."

Gina shivered all over her body."

"Unnnnn huhhhhh."

"And do they taste as good as me, you nasty
little girl, you."

Gina came out of her trance, looked up, and
stared directly into Trish's eyes."

"No, Mistress Trish. Nobody tastes as good as
you do."

"Isn't she sweet," Trish chuckled as she
continued to pet her pet.

"She sure is," Cindy agreed from her side of
the sofa.

"Well, now that we all know how things are,
it's time to go on a little shopping spree.
Gina, lets get up, get dressed for the day,
and get going."

"Yes, Mistress Trish."

Trish ordered her teacher to dress for a trip
to the mall to buy both of them some new
outfits. Of course, Cindy wanted to tag along
to watch the fun, but Trish felt that Gina
would be more likely to be an obedient little
subby slut without the distraction of another
teenage girl she had so recently been intimate
with. To assuage Cindy's clear disappointment
at not being allowed to go with them, Trish
made sure that Crissie, who had been left
asleep on the floor of Gina's bedroom, knew
that she was leaving her under Cindy's
complete charge, with cart blanch to do
whatever she chose. Trish's only admonition
to Cindy as she and Gina stepped out the front
door was not to make her mother scream so loud
as to incite a neighbor to call the police.
Cindy was all smiles as she waved to her girl
lover with one hand and played lewdly with her
mother's tempting little bottom with the
other.

Gina climbed in behind the wheel after opening
the passenger door for her mistress. As soon
as she was properly belted in, the submissive
teacher immediately unsnapped her skirt and
slid it down her thighs to her knees so that
Trish could get at her; just as Trish had told
her to do while getting her ready for the
mall. Of course the older woman was
pantieless, and Trish could see tiny droplets
of woman due forming on her teacher's puffy
labia in expectation of the petting reward the
17 year old might give her teacher while they
were together in the car.

Trish smirked over at Gina and placed her warm
hand on the older woman's naked thigh. But
she did not move the hand toward Gina's needy
labia as the older woman expected. As a
result, little whimpers and moans of
unfulfilled frustration escaped the teacher's
lips.

Trish just kept her hand still and let the
tension build.

"Go on. Beg for it, Teeny Gina. You know you
want to."

And it was true. Gina did want to beg for it.
She wanted to beg in the worst way for her
mistress to feel her up so that she could
prove her submissiveness.

"Please, Mistress Trish. Please play with me.
Please. I need it."

"Well, Gina. I'm thinking about it, but I'm
just not sure I want to right now."

Gina began to wriggle on the car seat, clearly
getting more heated with passionate need as
the seconds progressed.

"Plllleeeeeeeaaaaassssseeee."

"Well, baby. I will play with you some
between here and the mall. But you've got to
promise to be a good little girl and mind me
once we get there. Are you going to promise
to be a good little slut puppy for me."

Gina was more than a little worried about what
Trish would make her do at the mall because it
was going to be just full of people on
Saturday. But she was in such a state of
lascivious anticipation and horny craving that
she would promise anything to get Trish to
play with her oh-so-hungry twat.

"Yes, Mistress Trish. I'll be a good little
slut puppy and do anything you say. I
promise."

"Good girl," Trish said approvingly as she let
her long fingers pinch and tickle their way up
her teacher's thigh and between the older
woman's spread legs.

When she felt her mistress's fingers doing
their thing, Gina sighed audibly and gave in
to the rapture of being felt up by her
mistress.

"Ok, Teeny Gina. Drive us to the mall."

And that is just what Gina did, being happily
felt up all the way.

When they arrived, Gina parked near the mall
entrance as Trish instructed her. Then the
older woman pulled up her skirt and fastened
it and both left the car and entered the mall
side by side, just as if they were going on a
normal girl shopping spree. Trish led her
submissive teacher into the women's fashion
store right at the entrance to the mall.

"Hi Petra," Trish said brightly as she and
Gina entered the shop.

Petra Burke turned from talking to the shop
manager, a sexy brunette in her late twenties,
and smiled over at her school friend. She
smiled slyly when she saw that Trish had Gina
with her.

"Hi Trish. Hello Ms. Gina. And how is our
little teacher today."

Gina lowered her head in embarrassment at the
thought that Petra might know about her
submissiveness to Trish just by looking at
her.

"Answer Petra, Teeny Gina," Trish said with a
hint of restrained menace in her voice.

"I'm fine, thank you."

The words were barely above a whisper.
Petra's arch look made Gina certain that the
teen girl knew her dirty little secret.

Without any ado whatsoever, Petra came
striding right over to where her teacher was
standing silently and slowly ran her long,
tapered fingers through the older woman's
hair. Gina just stood there silently while
her student tousled her hair and made little
cooing noises to comfort the skittish teacher.
Then Petra began to run her fingertip ever so
lightly around Gina's ear. It was then that
the older woman experienced those first waves
of the intense sexual power the teenage girl
was exerting over her body and soul and began
to love the feelings of raw, unabashed
submissiveness that were coursing through her.
She could distinctly feel the little drops of
moisture secreting from her slit. Here was
yet another mistress to control her and to
torment her, and to make her submit.

The store manager looked at what Petra was
doing to the older woman and smiled knowingly.
This was obviously not the first time that
Petra had handled a shop customer in this
fashion, and the manager knew full well that
such treatment always resulted in big sales to
any customer so favored by Petra's salacious
attentions. The manager had even sampled a
few of these women herself from time to time
as payment for keeping the other customers
busy while Petra did her thing. All in all,
it was a most satisfying arrangement for all
parties concerned.

Petra gave Gina's hair an impudent little
yank, pulling Gina's chin up so that she could
stare directly into her teacher's anxious,
hungry eyes..

"You know, baby doll; I can look at you and
know all there is about you; and I mean ALL
about you. Of course, Trish called me while
little Teeny Gina was still asleep this
morning before I left the house and asked me
to pick out some things I thought you might
look cute in, I just couldn't wait to get my
hands on you."

Gina glanced over at the smiling store manager
and blushed bright red, but did not pull away.
Trish nodded her silent approval.

"Tell me, baby doll, just how old are you?"

Gina looked fixedly into Petra's eyes.

"I'm thirty-nine, Petra."

Petra pulled back hard on her teacher's hair.

"How old, baby doll."

Gina felt the sharp pain in her hair but did
not know how to make it stop.

"Please, Petra. I'm thirty-nine."

Petra pulled even harder.

"How old, baby doll."

Gina was beginning to weep with pain and fear.

"I don't know, Petra. Tell me how old I am."

Petra let go her iron grip on the teacher's
hair.

"You're as old as I say you are, baby doll.
Just remember that. Today, I say that you're
nineteen 'cause that's the style of clothes
I've picked out for you. You're nineteen and
slutty as hell. And, you're such a real
little lezzy slut that you want to flaunt it
all over town. Don't you, baby doll."

Petra pulled Gina's hair very hard to
emphasize her words.

"Don't you, baby doll."

"Yes, Petra. I'm as old as you say I am. I'm
a nineteen year old lezzy slut who wants to
flaunt it all over town."

"That's right, baby doll."

Petra let go of Gina's hair and once more
tousled it lovingly.

"And, guess what, baby doll. I brought along
my little niece Wendy to help us dress you all
up exactly like the lezzy slut you are. You
see, she's twelve, and she's at that age where
she still loves to play dress up with her new
dolls. Wouldn't you like to be her slutty
little lezzy dolly today, hmmmmmm, little baby
doll Gina. Say it."

Gina looked anxiously over at her mistress who
faced her with a big smile.

"Well Teeny Gina. Answer Petra like the good
little teacher subby you are. You know you
want to."

"Yes, Petra. I would like to play dress up
with you and be Wendy's dolly to play with."

A little trickle of secretion was now
dampening the teacher's nether lips at the
though of what she had just agreed to.

"That's my good little lezzy baby doll," Petra
said as she removed her hand from her
teacher's hair and moved it to the older
woman's ample breast. She stared hungrily
into Gina's eyes as she possessively fondled
her teacher through the thin material of her
top. The presumptions teen girl could feel
the older woman quiver with excitement and she
rubbed the palm of her hand over the hardening
nipple to stoke the fire of Gina's hunger.

When she saw the first signs of sexual
excitement brighten Gina's eyes, the young
girl leaned over and began frenching her
teacher passionately, driving her probing
tongue deep into the submissive older woman's
hungry mouth. Gina moaned softly as her
student licked the inside of her mouth and
rubbed herself against the young girl's sexy
body.

After what seemed like an hour, Petra slowly
moved her head back and stared into Gina's
doelike eyes.

"I've been wanting to do that all year, baby
doll. You taste just as good as you look.
And I'll just bet that Trish has taught you
how to do all sorts of interesting and
pleasant little lezzy things with that big,
sexy mouth of yours, hasn't she, baby doll."

Gina averted her eyes. Then she brought them
back to stare directly into those of her new
mistress.

"Yes, Petra. She has."

"Well, I bet that before the day is over, I'll
get to find out just what kinds of little
lezzy things Trish has taught you. But for
right now, let's go meet Wendy. She has been
fidgeting around here all morning, waiting to
get her little hands on a real live big girl
baby doll like you."

Petra looked over at the manager and the young
woman smiled and nodded.

"I'll wait on the customers for awhile, Petra.
You can use the dressing room if you want to
play with her. Just don't make too much noise
and embarrass the other customers. Ok."

"Oh, and you can bet I'll want my share of
that sexy lezzy mouth of hers when you're
through with her."

Petra smiled and nodded.

The three females walked to the rear of the
shop where the dressing rooms were located.
Each room had its own full length door that
locked and blocked out sound. In one of the
dressing rooms, they found a large pile of
women's clothing strewn on a bench and a cute
little girl rummaging around in it.

Petra walked over to the little girl and
placed her hand on the youngster's T-shirt
covered shoulder. She slowly moved the hand
back and forth on the little girl's shoulder
and smiled. The little girl looked up at her
and returned the smile.

"Trish, this is Wendy my niece. Wendy, say
'hello' to Trish."

The little girl looked over at Trish with a
broad grin on her face.

"Hello Trish. Is that your dolly you have
with you?"

Trish ran her hand possessively along Gina's
flank and patted her rump affectionately.

"Yes, Wendy. This is my big girl dolly. Her
name is Gina, but you can call her Babydoll if
you want to."

Wendy looked over at Gina and licked her young
lips in anticipation.

"Hello, Babydoll. Aunt Petra says that you do
what people tell you to do. Do you want to be
my little dolly today and play dress up with
me and do what I tell you to do."

Gina looked at the twelve year old girl and
wriggled. Yet another rung down the ladder.
She knew immediately what she wanted. And
what she wanted was Wendy. The youngster held
a fascination for her that was almost
palpable. The girl's short blond curls
framing a sweet face, her thin arms and legs.
Her sandal-covered little feet. Her smirky
smile. Was Wendy going to turn out to be her
next mistress?

"Yes, Wendy. I want to be your little dolly
very much and let you play dress up with me as
much as you want to. And I'll do whatever you
tell me to."

Wendy smiled. Her Aunt Petra had scored
again. And, once again, Wendy was going to
get her fair share.

"OK, Babydoll," the little girl giggled.
"Come over here so I can undress you right
now. I want to take all your clothes off and
dress you up in the things Aunt Petra has
picked out for you. It'll be fun."

Obediently, Gina walked over to where Wendy
was standing by the pile of clothes on the
bench. As soon as she was in front of the
little girl, Wendy reached out her little hand
and began sliding it from Gina's knee all the
way up to the hem of her skirt. The older
woman jumped a little at the touch of the
small hand but did not pull away as the little
girl slid her index finger inside the hem then
up until she was touching the very edge of
Gina's vulva.

"She's a good little Babydoll, isn't she,"
Wendy looked up at Gina and asked coyly.

"Yes, Wendy. I'm a good little Babydoll."

Gina began to turn on hard, both from the way
Wendy was playing with her and from the wanton
thoughts of what the little girl might do to
her later.

The twelve year old continued to slide her
fingertip around Gina's naked sex, tickling
and rubbing while the older woman wriggled and
panted. Wendy was having the best time ever
molesting her baby doll.

"She's a hot little Babydoll, too. Isn't she
Aunt Petra?"

"She sure is, honey," Petra chuckled as Trish
looked on, proud of the good behavior of her
pet.

Wendy continued to tickle and tease Gina's
pussy mercilessly until she finally tired of
this game. Then she removed her finger and
slid her little exploring hands impudently
right up under the older woman's top. Gina
just stood there, not making a move.

"Your boobs are bigger than Aunt Petra's,
Babydoll," Wendy said coyly as she felt up
Gina's ample breasts under the top. Gina
shivered and gasped as the sexy sensations of
being felt up by an twelve year old girl got
deep inside her head and body.

"Can I play with her big boobs, Aunt Petra?"

The older girl smiled down at her niece.

"Sure you can, Wendy honey. I told you
already that you could do anything you wanted
to with her."

Wendy giggled and began squeezing and stroking
Gina's big breasts with her strong little
fingers. Then, when she got tired of that,
the little girl began pinching the older
woman's erect nipples until Gina squealed out
in pain. This made Wendy giggle again and
really squeeze on the older woman's nipples.
The pain made Gina squeal and squeal again,
while Petra and Trish looked on.

Suddenly, Petra walked over to Gina and,
without any warning whatsoever, slapped her
face hard.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"Be quiet, Babydoll. I don't want the other
customers to know what we are doing to you
back here."

Big tears of anguish and shame began rolling
down Gina's cheeks as she gritted her teeth to
keep from crying out at the pain little Wendy
was inflicting on her tender breasts.

Petra put her hand palm up against Gina's full
lips.

"Kiss it, Babydoll. If you kiss my hand real
sweet, I'll slap you again. You know you
can't wait."

Gina immediately began ardently kissing the
exposed palm and fingers. Petra kept her
promise and slapped her teacher again, hard.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

Then, Petra put her fingertips against her
red-faced teacher's lips.

"Suck my fingers, you subby little lezzy
bitch. Go on. Suck them into that hot lezzy
mouth of yours."

Gina immediately did as she was told. Her
sucking and the pain of Petra's intermittent
slaps took her mind off Wendy and her sadistic
little fingers to a certain extent. But Wendy
was surprisingly skilled for one so young at
inflicting pain, and she soon brought Gina's
mind back into sharp focus. By this time, the
teacher's quim was dripping like a faucet
dampening her thigh for the others to see.

This kept on until Wendy finally tired of
inflicting pain on Gina's abused breasts.
Then she reached around and removed the top
completely. Then she unsnapped the skirt and
let it fall to the floor. And so it was
through the efforts of this depraved little
girl that Gina finally stood naked from the
waist up in front of her mistress and Petra.
As a last little gift, Wendy leaned over and
gave each erect nipple a vicious little bite.
Gina squealed again despite her best efforts
to keep from doing it.

"I taught her everything she knows," Petra
said to Trish proudly as she looked fondly at
her little niece.

Wendy smiled back at her aunt.

"She's fun, Aunt Petra."

"Yes she is, honey. Remember, I said you
could do anything you wanted with her. She's
your baby doll until you get tired of her."

Now completely naked and vulnerable in front
of the twelve year old, Gina knew that she was
totally at her mercy, of which, of course,
there was none.

"Hey look Aunt Petra. Her peeper is smooth
just like yours."

"That's right, Wendy," Trish chimed in from
across the room. "I made her shave it all
smooth so little girls like you can play with
it easier."

"Cool," Wendy said as she began molesting
Gina's pudendum. The touch of the little
girl's probing fingers sent a lewd, expectant
shiver through Gina and the moistness along
her slit increased apace. Her little clitoris
erected and pushed its supersensitive little
head out of its sheath.

Wendy spied the tiny nubbin and immediately
began playing it around with her little
fingers. Suddenly, she gave it a vicious
pinch and pulled on it very hard. Gina almost
fell to her knees with the searing pain. A
squeal of agony escaped her lips despite
herself.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

"Babydoll; I told you not to make any noise.
Do you want to get us in trouble."

"No, Petra," Gina whispered, still recovering
from Wendy's pinch.

"I'll be good. But she hurt me really bad."

"So. If she wants to hurt her little
Babydoll, you had better just go along with
it, hmmmmmm."

"Yes, Petra."

Gina looked down and watched as Wendy's little
fingers plundered her vulnerable sex. She was
so salaciously excited by this time at being
felt up by the little girl that the pain Wendy
was causing her more or less faded into the
background of her consciousness. And Wendy
could sense that she was losing control over
Gina, and that could not be allowed to
continue. So the little girl leaned over and
whispered a quick question into her aunt's
ear. Petra giggled and nodded her head in
assent to what her niece wanted to do to her
new doll.

"Open those tuff lezzy legs of yours,
Babydoll. As wide as they will go."

Gina immediately spread her feet apart,
splaying herself obscenely for Wendy to see.
Then, without preamble or warning, the twelve
year old balled up her hand into a little fist
and jammed it slowly but firmly full up to the
elbow into Gina's spasming canal.
Anticipating the shriek of pain such an
unexpected and violent invasion would cause,
Petra quickly stuffed Gina's top deep into her
open mouth as she prepared to squeal.

"Ooooooommmmmmmiiiiggggggoooooodddddddd."

Gina's agonized cry filled the fitting room
despite Petra's quick thinking. But a few
slaps across her flushed face brought the
abused teacher back to reality. Undeterred by
the distress she was causing her baby doll,
Wendy continued to piston her tiny fist into
Gina's convulsing vagina while concentrating
her full attention on observing the effect her
intensely painful rape was having on the older
woman. The little girl was not disappointed
in the least.

Gina continued to moan and make animal noises
deep in her throat as she tried to ward off
the agony by chewing on the material of her
top.

After a while, Wendy got tired of her little
game of torment the baby doll, cruelly jerked
her slime-coated arm from Gina's slit, and
unceremoniously began rummaging through the
pile of slutty clothes her aunt had picked out
as if nothing out of the ordinary had just
occurred. In the pile of clothing, Wendy
discovered a couple of translucent teddys that
were three sizes too small, a few diaphanous
baby doll sets that set off Gina's legs and
breasts, some really tight fluorescent short
shorts and teeny teeny tops, and some
preposterously high heeled shoes. During the
next hour, the little girl used Gina just like
a baby doll; dressing and undressing her at
will, trying on one outfit after another with
Trish and Petra making approving comments from
time to time. Whenever Gina showed any
inkling of abstinence she was either slapped
hard by Petra or tormented by the sadistic
little twelve year old until she learned to
behave.

At the end of the hour, Petra and Trish had
decided that Gina looked pretty sexy and
really slutty in everything that Petra had
picked out for her. So Trish ordered Gina to
buy it all, which she did, of course. As a
farewell gesture, Gina was also compelled to
reach up under Petra's micro skirt and pull
down the young girl's silk panties. Then the
older woman was summarily ordered to kneel on
the dressing room floor, place her head
between Petra's long, smooth legs, and lick
and slurp her smooth little soppy sniz to a
nice series of orgasms. This she readily did,
stark naked, while Trish and Wendy looked on
approvingly, running their possessive hands
over her most intimate places to give her
encouragement and to prove just how slutty she
really was.

Then Gina was given the treat of being allowed
to take down Wendy's shorts and place her lips
on the twelve year old's panty-covered
pudendum and perform the same service for
little Wendy, who, as her aunt readily pointed
out, really liked getting her peeper licked.

"She licks me so good through my pannies, Aunt
Petra," Wendy giggled as Gina licked and
slurped with unabashed abandon.

While it was evident from her actions that the
older woman would have liked nothing better
than to be allowed to place her mouth directly
on the tiny slit, Petra refused, telling the
hungry teacher that she was saving that
special favor for another occasion. Gina had
to be satisfied, therefore, with licking the
tiny lips through the thin cotton material of
Wendy's pantygusset.

"Aunt Petra, I gotta tinkle."

"Well, go tinkle, honey. Babydoll won't
mind."

And it was true. Gina most certainly did not
mind at all when her mouth was soon filled
with a hot stream of little girl pee. She
drank down every drop avidly and hungered for
more.

After both Petra and Wendy had been well
satisfied, Gina was allowed to get up off the
floor and put on the outfit Petra had selected
for her to stroll the mall in. It consisted
of four-inch high heels, a very tight pair of
florescent purple hot pants that set off her
long, sexy legs magnificently, and a crop top
that was so short and tight as to expose the
bottoms of her full breasts for the entire
world to see.

When Gina was fully dressed, Petra unlocked
the dressing room door and called to the shop
manager. There were no customers in the store
so the young woman immediately came back to
where Petra was.

When she saw Gina decked out in her sexy
lezzyslut outfit, the store manager smiled
broadly.

"You and Wendy go up front and see to any
customers that come in. I'll just go back in
here with this sexy little peachfuzz of yours
and her little friend and see what comes up,
so to speak."

Wendy and Petra walked to the front of the
shop while Claire closed and locked the door
to the dressing room.

"She looks sexy as hell, but is she as well
trained as Petra speculated that she was after
talking with you this morning?"

Trish smiled over at her teacher and nodded
her head.

"I think so. I've been working on her since
yesterday. Why don't you try her out?"

"Well, I don't have time to really strip down,
so can she just lick me through my panties?"

"That's ok. She just did that with Wendy."

"Ohhhh really. That was certainly a nasty
girl thing for her to do; munching a little
girl like Wendy."

Trish smiled and nodded her head in agreement.

"I know. Isn't it sick."

Claire sat on the bench and Trish looked over
at her submissive pet.

"Get down on your knees, Teeny Gina, and do
what Claire said to do."

Gina immediately knelt in front of the now
seated Claire who had spread her sexy, shapely
legs as wide as her short skirt would allow.
The older woman rested her chin on the bench
between the store manager's thighs and began
ardently licking her pussy through the silky
material of her thin panties. As Gina's
wanton ministrations continued, Trish leaned
over her teacher's bent back and began kissing
the shop manager passionately and roving her
hands over her pert breasts. Claire began to
shiver and pant. Little whimpers of erotic
joy escaped her parted lips as Trish kissed
her and Gina licked.

Trish reached down to where Gina was
passionately licking away, moved her index
finger between her pet's face and Claire's
slit, and impudently pulled the panty gusset
aside so her subby slave could really get at
what she wanted. Claire let out a little
squeal of ecstasy as the older woman's wet,
probing tongue really got in direct touch with
her sensitive pussy lips and clitty button.

"That's sooooo nice. You just keep that
slutty lezzy tongue working on me till I cum
all over your face, bitch."

After about five more minutes of this kind of
lewd treatment, thanks to the combined efforts
of Gina and Trish, Claire finally went over
the edge with a nice brace of happy little
orgasms.

Trish pulled away to let the shop manager come
down easy while Gina continued to lap Claire's
slit until the young woman finally could stand
no more and pushed her head away.

Claire looked up at Trish, a broad smile of
satisfaction all over her face.

"She's great. Don't you want some, honey?"

Trish smiled and patted Gina's head.

"Not now, thanks. I'm saving mine for the
parking lot later today. I want to be outside
and obvious to anyone that happens by when my
little Teeny Gina is licking her mistress off
like the good little lezzy slut she is."

"How interesting," Claire said as she stood up
and arranged her clothes.

"I just might like to see that myself."

"Give me your card and I'll call you sometime.
You can come over to her house and watch me
put Teeny Gina here through her paces. She
especially likes licking little girl sniz."

Clair's eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"I'll be looking forward to it," Claire said
as she kissed Trish a warm thank you.

Claire unlocked the dressing room door and led
the other two women out into the shop. By
that time, Petra had wrapped up all the things
Gina had been made to purchase. As Petra was
ringing up the sale and Gina was handing over
her charge card, Wendy stood beside the older
woman and slid her wicked little palm up and
down along the inside of the teacher's bare
leg from her knee to the gusset of her short
shorts. The young girl looked up at her
obedient plaything.

"Babydoll. You are a very well behaved dolly,
and I had a really fun time playing dress up
with you. And sometime, when my Mommy is at
home, maybe Trish can bring you over to my
house with Aunt Petra and we can all play
dress up with you. My Mommy really likes to
play dress up with Aunt Petra's friends."

The little girl giggled.

"She likes to do other stuff, too. And I make
her let me watch."

Gina wriggled; partly due to the little girl's
wanton hand on her leg and partly due to the
nasty thoughts that Wendy had put into her
head. Whatever the reason, Gina definitely
wanted to see more of Wendy and Petra.

Trish and Gina finally said good-bye to Petra
and Wendy and Claire with promises to return
later in the week for more "dress up." As
they left the shop, Trish took Gina's hand
firmly in hers and strolled down the mall with
her sexily dressed teacher in tow, for all the
world like two hot lipstick lesbians out for a
saunter.

"Now, come on Teeny Gina. There's this neat
little store up the mall I want to go to. You
know Daisy Spires from class? Well, June,
Daisy's mom, owns the store. And Junebug and
I have been 'friend's for a while now."

Gina matched strides with her mistress as they
walked along the mall hall. Her eye-catching
outfit and her handholding with Trish garnered
more than a few stares from other mall
patrons, especially the women. At first Gina
was mortified with embarrassment by what her
observers obviously thought of her. Then, she
became almost proud. She transformed into
just what Petra had said she was, a hot little
lezzy sub out walking in public with her young
mistress. And everyone who saw her knew it.
And, guess what, that was ok with Gina. By
the time they got to where Trish wanted to go,
Gina was proudly strutting along beside her
mistress, chest thrust out, head erect. Trish
noted the change in her pet's demeanor, and
she smiled.

Trish finally steered Gina into a little shop
off in a corner of the mall that specialized
in beauty products, creams, and oils.

The shop manager by the name of June Spires
was a statuesque woman in her late-thirties.
It was evident to Gina by the way June looked
over at them that she obviously knew Trish.
June walked right over to her, an anxious
smile on her pretty face

"Hello Junebug," Trish said quietly. I think
you should tell your customer that you are
closing for lunch.

The older woman blushed as the two women whom
she had been waiting on looked over curiously
at the shop owner and the teenage girl.

Trish raised her right hand and softly pressed
her index fingertip against the shop manager's
full lips. June shivered and closed her eyes.
Then she opened her mouth just enough for
Trish to push the fingertip inside her mouth
and began sucking on Trish's fingertip. The
17 year old smiled at how fast June had fallen
back into her submissive role.

Trish looked pointedly at the two female
customers.

"Now tell them, Junebug."

Trish removed her finger from the store
manager's wet mouth and stared at her as if to
say, "Well. Go on and do what I told you."

June shivered once more, then turned to her
customers.

"Please come back later. I'm closing for
lunch right now."

June could see the smirks on the two young
women's faces as they departed her shop.

Trish giggled as the women glanced over their
shoulders as they closed the shop door behind
them.

"That's my good little Junie slut. Aren't you
my good little Junie slut?"

June lowered her head as a sign of her
submission to her teenage mistress.

"Yes you are."

June nodded in submissive admission.

"Junebug, I want you to meet Teeny Gina, my
new pet."

June looked up at her mistress; distracted and
anxious as Trish wiped her spit wet fingertip
along the older woman's jaw line.

June shivered once again and began to speak in
a tremulous whisper.

"Trish. Where have you been? You haven't
come to see me in almost two weeks. I've been
frantic with worry."

Without a word of warning, Trish pulled her
hand back and slapped the store manager hard
on the cheek.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

June's head shook and her eyes filled with
tears.

"Never, ever question me, Junebug. Never! Do
you understand?"

June stood there, her face red from Trish's
slap, and her cheeks streaming wet with hot
tears.

"Yes, Trish. I'm sorry. Really I am. But I
was so worried. I missed you so much. Please
don't be angry with me, Trish. Please don't."

"So you missed me, did you, little Junebug,"
Trish purred as she reached out her hand and
fondled the shop manager's small breasts
through her blouse. The older woman opened
her moist lips and began to sigh and whimper.

"Yes, Trish. I missed you terribly."

June's words were halfway between a whine and
a moan.

Trish squeezed the small breast hard and the
older woman rewarded her with a squeal of
pain.

"Well, just HOW did you miss me, Junebug."

Trish continued her wanton display of control
over the older woman who just stood there and
let the teenager fondle her breast without any
show of restraint whatsoever.

June looked over at Gina and was too
embarrassed by the presence of the other woman
to speak.

"Don't mind her, Junebug. Just concentrate on
me. Now do you want me to stop feeling you
up, or do you want to tell me just how you
missed me right this minute."

June gulped, but knew deep in her soul that
she must do what Trish told her to do.

"I missed your hands on my body, Trish," June
said barely above a whisper.

"You mean you missed me feeling you up,
squeezing your little tits for you, and
groping your plump little middle aged slutty
butty wutty."

June gulped as Trish suited her actions to her
words.

"Yes, Trish."

"I know you did, baby. And how else?"

June averted her gaze, but continued to answer
in a monotone whisper.

"I missed using my lips and my tongue on your
breasts."

"You really like suckling on my pretty pink
tit nipples just like little Teeny Gina does.
Don't you, Junebug?"

June shivered again.

"Yes, Trish. I like suckling your pretty
breasts."

Trish continued to move her hands possessively
over the older woman's body, eliciting a
continuous stream of sighs and whimpers.

"Yes, honey. I know you do. Now, tell me
what else you missed about me."

June squealed once more as her tormenting
young mistress pinched one of her taut nipples
through her sheer blouse between thumb and
forefinger.

June looked down at the floor, unable to meet
Trish's gaze any longer.

Her voice was barely audible whisper now.

"I missed tasting you, Trish."

"Isn't that sweet. Little Junebug missed
snuzzling my tasty little sniz for me. Didn't
she?"

Now Trish had left off fondling her sub's
breasts and rump and was running her long,
thin fingers slowly through the older woman's
hair.

"Didn't she, baby?"

"Yes, Trish."

"And where else did you miss putting that
sweet, wet, little tongue of yours, Junebug
dear?"

June lowered her head again.

"Where, bitch."

"In your bottom hole, Trish."

Trish giggled and tousled the store manager's
shoulder length hair.

"Yes, and you do so like to lick around my
tasty little pink rosette when I let you,
don't you girlfriend. Isn't it just a little
yummy for my little Junie slut?"

June was mortified, knowing that Gina was
straining to hear every word of her tawdry
confession. Yet the store manager could not
stop.

"Yes, Trish. You taste wonderful to me."

"Well, I'm back now. So how would you like to
make up for lost time?"

June looked over at Gina, just standing there
in her slutty outfit, not saying a word.

"Well, Junebug. Do you want me or don't you."

June looked at Trish and then back at Gina.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP.

"Don't look at her. Look at me when I'm
talking to you."

June winced from the pain and slowly put her
hand up to her slapped face, but she did not
shift her gaze from Trish.

"Yes, Trish. I want you. I want you very
much. I need you, Trish. Please."

The admission tumbled out of June's mouth
despite the utter embarrassment they brought
with them.

"That's right, Junebug. You want me allright.
I can tell. And, if you're real good and do
exactly what I tell you, you can have me too.
Ok, girlfriend."

June nodded her head.

"Say it, Junebug. I want to hear it from your
own sweet lips."

"I'll do whatever you want, Trish."

"Of course you will, silly. Now, it's close
to lunchtime. So you just better close up the
shop for lunch like you told those two sexy
lady customers of yours and go lock the front
door so we can all have some privacy, ok.
Just like the last time, remember."

June nodded again as Trish's hand trailed
along the nape of her neck.

"I remember, Trish."

"Then go do what Mistress Trish told you to
do, you bad little Junie slut, you."

As the store manager turned to do her
mistress' bidding, Trish impishly swatted her
on the derriere.

June went to the door of her shop, closed and
locked the door, and placed the 'out to lunch'
sign in the front window.

When she returned, June found Trish stroking
her hand along Gina's flank, a broad smile of
contentment on her young face.

"Let's step behind the counter, shall we, and
I'll give my little Junebuggy a treat."

June nodded meekly.

The three women moved behind the sales counter
so no one looking in the shop window could see
what they were doing.

"Get down on your knees, Junebug."

The older woman immediately complied, facing
the teenager from the floor of her shop.

Now, take off my sandals for me, Junie baby."

The older woman reached out and un-strapped
Trish's sandals for her. The 17 year old
stepped out of them as the submissive shop
owner held the sandals in place on the floor.

Trish lifted her left food and placed the sole
against June's upturned lips.

"Here's your lunch, Junebug. Go on and lick
my tasty little foot just like I made you do
the last time. Go on, bitch. Lick it. You
just can't help yourself. Can you?"

June did not say a word but happily complied
with this salacious order. Her warm, wet
tongue laved all around the sole of Trish's
foot and between her toes. The older woman
sucked on the toes and licked the foot all
over until it was shiny wet.

"Is it good, baby."

"Ummmmm huhhhhhhh."

"Ok. Now the other one. Slurp it up good for
Mistress Trish. You know you want to."

June bowed to her happy task with a will.
There was now inside her not one speck of
desire to rebel against Trish. Her breasts
heaved with restrained passion, her nostrils
flared, and her slit itched and burned to have
the teen girl whom she worshipped and adored
minister to her overwhelming erotic need.

When June had licked Trish's foot thoroughly,
she looked up to her teen lover for her next
instruction.

"Do you want another treat, Junie baby?"

"Yes, Trish. Please give me another treat."

Trish pulled her foot away from June's hand.

"Not until you do what I say."

June stood up in front of her mistress.

"I'll do whatever you say, Trish. Then can I
have my treat? Then. Please."

June was shifting back and forth on her feet
excitedly, just like a little girl who
desperately wants a promised present.

Trish smiled and tousled June's hair once
again.

"Yes, Junebug. Then you can have your treat."

"Now, have you still got our little friend in
the back, Junebug?"

"Yes, Trish."

"Good. Let's go pay him a visit, shall we."

Trish steered the two women to the back of
June's little shop and through a door into the
storage room.

"Why don't you close that door, sweetie. That
way you and Teeny Gina can make all the horny
nasty little noises you want to and nobody
will hear us."

June did as she was instructed.

As soon as the door was closed, Trish put a
possessive hand on each of her pet' s hip and
pulled them together. She slid her hands
possessively along their cloth-covered flesh
and smiled as both women began to shiver in
wanton anticipation.

"Junebug and Teeny Gina. My two obedient
little pettypoos. I've waited a long time to
get you two girls together. You can't imagine
what a turn on it is for me to have two big,
grown up girls like you to do everything I
tell you to."

"Now, Junebug. Where is he?"

June reached behind a box and pulled out what
Trish had been wanting.

"Here, Trish."

The shop manager handed the teenager a long,
thick, strap-on dildo. As the salacious
object left her hand, June remembered the last
time it had been in her fondling hand, and in
her hungry mouth, and in her soppy pussy, and
in her tight little bottom hole. She shivered
all over her body at the prospect of having it
used on her once more.

Trish saw her hungry reaction to handling the
strap-on and smiled.

"Junebug, Junebug. Poor little Junebug. But
it's not for you today, darling. It's for
Teeny Gina, here. She has never been porked
by a dildo before, and I just can't wait
another minute to see her face when this bad
boy goes up her sniz."

June looked over at Gina, jealousy and envy
ablaze in her eyes.

"And, guess what, Junie baby. I want you to
be the one who initiates her into the
sisterhood. And if you do exactly what I tell
you, I'll let my little Junebug suckle me and
have a taste of my little sniz, and even lick
my tasty little bott bott hole for me 'cause I
know that's an extra special treat for you,
isn't it, honey."

June smiled broadly.

"You want me to use the strap on on her?"

"Yes, Junebug. Does that prospect intrigue
you"?

June smiled all over her face.

"Yes, Trish. And then, if I do good, I get to
love you with my mouth, Trish."

"That's right, sweetie. How about it."

"Oh yes, Trish. Thank you, thank you."

June fell to her knees, hugged her arms around
Trish's legs and began nuzzling her cheek
against the young girl's naked thigh.

"Would that make you happy, little Junebug?"

"Oh yes, Trish."

Tears of joy were flowing out of the shop
owner's eyes. Trish would allow the older
woman to love her after all.

Trish looked over at Gina and smiled.

"She just can't help herself. Can she, Teeny
Gina?"

Gina looked down at the store owner kneeling
on the floor hugging her mistress's bare legs
and thought about how much she had in common
with her.

"No, Mistress Trish. She can't help herself."

"Well, then. Let's get on with it. Get
undressed, Junebug. I want you both bare ass
so I can really have a show. It'll be such a
blast making two grown up, slutty, thirty-
somethings like you get it on butt naked with
this nasty ole strap on."

June immediately began unbuttoning her blouse.

"You too, Gina."

Gina also immediately pulled her crop top over
her head and unsnapped her short shorts and
stepped out of them.

"Keel the heels on, slut. You look just soooo
slutty nasty in them and nothing else."

Gina did as she was told.

By the time Trish looked back over at June,
the woman was completely undressed except for
her demure white cotton panties.

Trish smiled at the sight of this mature woman
in her late-thirties, who, like Gina, had lost
the first blush of her young womanhood. Still
and all, though her small breasts sagged a
trifle and her hips and rump were a little bit
on the fleshy side, June looked good enough to
eat.

And as for her willingness to obey Trish,
there was absolutely no question. Nor had
there ever been from the first time Trish had
walked into her store to do some Christmas
shopping and had seen right away that this was
yet another submissive woman ready to be
conquered and controlled by her.

Trish found in June a mature woman who had
demonstrated her willingness to serve her many
times in the past three months. Now, she
would demonstrate that willingness once again
by using the strap-on on Gina. And Gina would
prove her own willingness to obey by allowing
a total stranger to fuck her pussy with a
dildo. This was truly heaven for the 17 year
old dom.

"Stop, Junebug. You know how much I like
taking those panties off you."

June straightened up and stood still as Trish
came to her. The teenager gripped the
waistband of the sheer panties and tugged them
away from June's flat midriff as hard as she
could. The material tore and the panties were
literally ripped from June's body. Trish held
the torn material up to her nose and breathed
in deeply.

"You HAVE missed me, haven't you, sweetie,"
Trish purred as she walked over to Gina.

"Open your mouth, Teeny Gina, and let me give
you a treat."

The naked teacher did as she was told. Trish
stuffed June's torn panties inside Gina's
mouth and stepped back to admire her wanton
handiwork.

"Can you taste her, Gina?"

Gina nodded her head 'yes.'

"Does our little Junebug taste good to you,
Teeny Gina."

Another nod of assent.

"Well, If you're good and do what I tell you,
I'll let you have some of the real thing later
on, ok."

Another nod.

"Ok then. Gina, get on the floor doggie style
and let Junebug use that nice big strap on on
you."

Gina immediately got on all fours on the
storeroom floor.

"Come here, Junebug, and let me fit you out."

June came to where Trish was standing, and the
17 year old held the strap-on while June
stepped through the leg holes. Then the
teenager fitted the strap-on around her waist
so that the inside rubbed salaciously against
her erected clitoris every time the woman
moved. Trish did not let the opportunity go
by without playing a little with the store
owner's hungry slit. The 17 year old smiled
as she felt June's wetness.

"Now be a good girl and walk around in front
of Gina so she can get the bad old dildo all
wet with her spit. You remember how you did
that for me last time, don't you, baby."

"Yes, Trish."

June walked around until she was right in
front of Gina, whose face was level with the
hanging plastic penis.

"Suck it good, Gina."

Gina smiled, and opened her lips as wide as
she could, and allowed June to thrust the
dildo inside where she licked and slurped it
until she had gotten it all slicky with her
saliva. All the while, Trish was using one
hand to play impudently with June's backside
and the other to rove in Trish's hair. Both
women were well along into their turn on and
Trish's ministrations only stoked the flames,
which is what she wanted, of course.

When it was obvious by her whimpers and wanton
gyrations that Gina really wanted to have the
dildo inside her quim, Trish ordered June to
get behind her and stick it in as hard and as
fast as she could. Gina moaned and whined as
June touched the very tip of the plastic
phallus to the lower edge of her pussy, and
thrust back to capture it. June suddenly
pushed her hips forward and the dildo drove
home deep into Gina's soppy slit.

"Oh God. That feels sooooooo good, Mistress
Trish," Gina squealed with satiated delight as
the artificial penis rammed deep into her.

As the two women began their thrust and
counter-thrust, Trish stepped back to watch.
She liked what she saw intensely. Both women
were obviously hot as pokers. Their faces
were distorted with lust. Sweat filmed on
their joined smooth bodies. Their nipples
were fully erect and dark pink. Their
breathing was labored.

"Fuck her good, Junie. I want to see that
flat tummy of yours slapping against her plump
little teacher butty butt."

June needed no instruction on how to use a
strap on. Trish had taught her everything she
knew the last time the two were together.
June just did to Gina what Trish had done to
her, only more so.

As for Gina, she was totally caught up in
being fucked by another woman. She panted,
she squealed, she cried out, she laughed out
loud. She was in heaven. The juxtaposition
of the thick phallus inside her and June's
sweat drenched, smooth, soft, feminine body
sliding along her bent back sent Gina closer
and closer to the edge.

"Now, Junebug. Jerk it out and stick that
thing up her asshole. Do it right now,
bitch."

Before Gina could cry out, June had pulled out
of her pussy and had jammed the dildo far up
her rectum. The only thing that saved the
submissive teacher was the fact that her pussy
had lubricated the dildo enough that it slid
home relatively easily. Still, the pain in
her rear end was sufficient to make her scream
in agony. Trish laughed out loud at her pet's
anguished suffering, and even June allowed
herself a congratulatory giggle.

"Keep drilling, Junebug. The more the subby
little teacher bitch screams, the longer you
get to use that sweet mouth of yours on me
later on."

June gleefully took Trish at her word and kept
ramming the dildo home inside Gina's ravaged
bottom hole. Gina's loud screams of pain were
music to her ears, because she knew that Trish
was as good as her promise about letting the
shop owner lick her tasty bits for as long as
she made Gina suffer.

But, as June's tormenting drilling progressed,
Gina's pain was overlaid by and then
completely replaced by a growing wanton hunger
for release. Her squeals of pain slowly
turned to little whimpers of ecstasy. Then,
unabashedly, the subby teacher reached a hand
under herself and began frigging her stiff
clit and drippy labia for all she was worth.

Trish saw what her pet was up to and clapped
her hands in approval as Gina drove herself
over the top into a blinding crash of orgasms.
The mucus secretions inside her gushed out and
dripped down her thigh. And as June slammed
into her, some of Gina's cum actually got on
the other woman's leg as well.

"Stop, Junebug. Pull out of her asshole and
stick that thing in her mouth so she can get
it all squeaky clean for us."

June immediately stopped thrusting into the
other woman's rosette, walked around to her
front and shoved the streaked plastic dildo
into her open mouth. Gina avidly sucked on
the slick dildo as if it were a lollipop.

When Trish was satisfied that the dildo was
squeaky clean, she helped June out of it and
laid it on top of a nearby box.

June immediately began making little jumping
motions of almost unrestrained anticipation.

"I want my treat now, Trish. I was good, and
I want my treat now. Please."

"You do?"

"Yessssss. I want my treat now. Please."

"Well, ok. But you gotta beg me for it like
the submissive little slut you are."

June immediately got down on her knees and
hugged Trish's bare legs.

"Please Trish. Please. I was good. Please.
I want my treat. Please Trish."

Trish patted June's head.

"That's a good girl."

The 17 year old immediately slipped out of her
clothes and sat her beautiful, naked self down
on a box. She patted her thigh and motioned
for June to attend her. As for Gina, the
freshly fucked and orgasmed sub teacher lay
down quietly in a corner of the storeroom to
await Trish's further pleasure.

For the next hour, Trish allowed June to
worship her with her sweet, full woman mouth.
June licked and slurped. She sucked and
nibbled. She ate and drank.. And all the
time Trish just let her feast to her heart's
content. After all, she had most definitely
earned her treat. And besides, it felt so
good.

At the end of the hour, June was rewarded by
having the pleasure of tasting Trish's full-
blown orgasm. The older woman greedily licked
up every drop that Trish secreted. And her
dessert was Trish's permission to lick all the
accumulated sweat from the teenager's sweet
armpits. By the avid way the older woman bent
to her task, Trish knew that June would now be
hers forever.

When the hour was over, Trish, June, and Gina
were all content and happy. Trish slowly got
dressed and allowed her two pets to do
likewise.

"Now, before we go, I want you two pets to
become true sisters. And the only way you can
do that is by trading saliva with each other.
So put your lips together and french each
other until your spit is all mixed together.

The two mature women, who had not even met
until that day, did as they were ordered by
their mutual mistress. They kissed wantonly
and mixed their saliva until it was one co-
mingled gobbet that they transferred from one
hot mouth to the other. Without being ordered
to, their hands roved over each other's bodies
and their groins rubbed wantonly against each
other. Trish could see where this was leading
and stopped the two hungry women before things
got out of hand.

"That's enough for now, girls. You can have
more of each other sometime soon. And this
time, I'll let you pork June, Gina. How about
that?"

"Thank you, Mistress Trish."

"Good girls. Now lets go back into the store
and you can wrap that bad boy up for us, June.
I have a little girlfriend at home that I'm
dying to try it on."

The three female lovers left the storeroom,
and soom Trish and Gina were back on the mall
hall, carrying their hard plastic friend with
them. June was left behind with more
wonderful memories of submission and the hope
that she would be allowed to do more of the
same sometime soon.

As they walked along hand in hand, Trish
suddenly spied the two young women customers
whom she had run out of June's shop.

"Stand here, Gina, and don't wander off."

Trish walked over to the two young women and
whispered something to them. They giggled and
nodded their heads, then headed off in the
direction Trish and Gina had just come from.

Trish sauntered back to where her teacher
submissive was waiting for her.

"I told those two foxes about June's love of
using that sweet tongue of hers. I suspect
that her shop is going to be closed for the
rest of the afternoon once they get there."

Gina smiled contentedly as Trish took her hand
and they continued down the mall hall.

Trish and Gina had reached the mall entrance
when the 17 year old looked over at her
teacher sub with a truly evil gleam in her
eye.

"Now, Gina. It's time to go home. But before
we do, I have a little job for you sweetie,
out in the parking lot."

Gina shivered with a flash of fear, but
Trish's reassuring hand on her flank made her
forget about everything except her desire to
serve her mistress.

When they got to the car, Gina opened the
passenger side door for her mistress, who
immediately sat down on the seat, but with her
legs out of the car.

"Kneel down in front of me, Gina"

The older woman looked around and saw several
people walking to and from their cars. She
stood very still.

"Don't make me have to tell you again, Gina."

Trish's voice was dripping with restrained
menace.

Gina knelt on the warm blacktop facing her
young mistress.

Trish slowly spread her thighs until they were
as wide as her skirt would allow.

"Gina, I've got to tinkle right now real bad.
Get your slut face in there and keep me from
getting the car seat all wet."

Gina looked over her shoulder. A pair of
young teenage girls who had been on their way
inside had stopped to see what was going on.
She immediately recognized them as girls from
school. Thank God they weren't in any of her
classes. They looked like freshmen.

"Gina!"

Trish's voice was as hard and as sharp as an
icicle.

The older woman turned back around and slid
herself forward on the blacktop until her face
was well between Trish's knees. Trish closed
her legs and enfolded her teacher sub with her
smooth teen girl thighs, pulling her toward
the center of her being. Gina inched her face
forward until she was right up against Trish's
slit.

When she was sure by Gina's kiss on her flesh
that she was positioned properly, Trish gave a
little grunt and relaxed her urethra. A hot
jet of girl urine shot out of her body and
right into Gina's mouth.

"What is she doing to you," asked one of the
young girls, shyly.

"She's drinking up all my nice hot pee pee,
honey," Trish said unabashedly as Gina
continued to gulp her down.

"What."

" Ms. Briggs is drinking my pee pee. I had to
go and she likes drinking my piss. She likes
it a lot."

"She likes it," chimed in the other girl
incredulously.

"Sure she likes it."

Gina, who could barely hear the conversation,
began to cry big tears of humiliation. But
she knew enough not to stop slurping and
gulping.

The two adolescent girls edged closer to the
car so they could get a real good look at this
teacher that they had heard of from school
press her face up against the crotch of a girl
not that much older than them. They wanted to
see as much as it was possible to see.

When Trish finished she looked at the two
girls.

"What are your names?"

"I'm Marlene Wells," said the less shy of the
two.

"And I'm Kris Bates."

How long were you planning to stay at the
mall, today."

Marlene looked directly at Trish.

"My mom let us off for the whole afternoon.
She has to work and won't pick us up till late
this evening. Around nine o'clock tonight."

"Hmmmmmmm. How would you girls like to come
back to Ms. Briggs' house with us for the
afternoon so I can show you all the fun things
I can make her do. Would you like that?"

The two girls looked at each other.

Marlene walked up very close to Trish so she
could whisper.

"I've got to pee right now. Can you make her
drink my pee, too?"

"Can you wait till we get home, Marlene. I
don't want to call too much attention to us."

"Sure, I can wait a little bit, but I really
gotta go."

"Well, if you can wait for ten minutes, I'll
make sure you get to pee right in her mouth.
I'll make her hold her mouth wide open so you
can see it going in."

Kris had slipped up behind her friend.

"Me too," the girl whispered.

"Yes, Kris. You too."

The girls looked at each other and smirked
wickedly.

"Get up, Gina and drive me and my new friends
over to your house. Time to play."

Gina, who still had the acrid taste of her
mistress in her mouth, did as she was bidden.
Marlene and Kris got in the back seat and
leaned over the front so they could watch
whatever Trish did o Gina. Trish turned
around in the car seat and closed the door.
And Gina slipped behind the wheel and closed
her door."

"Gina," Trish said softly.

"Yes, Mistress Trish," the submissive teacher
replied barely above a whisper.

"Do you still love me, baby girl?"

Gina nodded her head, even as the tears were
flowing down her cheeks.

"Yes, Mistress Trish. I still love you.

She could hardly get the words out, she was so
choked up.

"I know you do, Teeny Gina. And just think.
We have all afternoon to play."

Trish put her hand on her teacher's thigh and
began rubbing along the smooth top. She was
rewarded with two incredulous teenage girl
gasps from the back seat.

"Now unzip those tight short shorts of yours
Gina so these nice girls can watch me feel you
up on the way home.

"Yes, Mistress Trish.

Marlene and Kris nearly fell into the front
seat when Gina started the car. They had
never seen anything like it in their lives.
And, as Trish had pointed out, they had all
afternoon.

This work is copyright (c) 2002 by Chris and
by Jane Parks. You may download and retain a
copy for your personal use as long as the
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reserved. No alteration of the contents is
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