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sex crimes (nikki's nancy and shameless desires)

She couldnt help but smile at Cynthia's delighted enthusiasm. It was infenctious. She thought about their trip to New York for dresses. Then about the ceremony itself.
"Lets go home and pack and look for a priest or preistess specialising in um... alternative weddings."
Nancy was squeezing one glorious cheek and kissed her neck as she pulled onto the road to home.
 
Cynthia was giddy in excitement....this was a side of her lover she hadn't seen before, and the way her owner talked and smiled, she seemed as happy as she was. After they got home, Cynthia rushed to the bathroom and came back with a bottle of scented oil. After leading her by the hand to the bedroom, she asked, "mistress, may I?" and laid her onto the bed on her backand after taking off her lady's clothes began to apply drops of oil to her skin, kneading and rubbing like a trained masseuse...
With special attention to her tits, Cynthia rubbed and fondled them, lightly kissing both nipples and slowly fingertracing a line down to her bellybutton. Before long, the room smelled like lavender....
gently parting her legs, Cynthia reached down to softly kiss her owner's pussy before putting 2 drops of oil on her hands and gently rubbed her labia
Once she was finished, Cynthia knelt down on the floor beside the bed, oil bottle placed on the floor beside her, her hands folded neatly on her naked lap....
 
Nancy was surprised at the initiative Cynthia showed. She must have been very happy. She was thoroughly enjoying the sensual massage. She had seen vids of it but never experienced one before Cynthia. She felt very relaxed and excited at the same time. When Cynthia stopped, Nancy's eyes fluttered open. She rolled to her tummy, sheets be damned.
"Dont stop there slut. Finish what you start. Maybe mistress will help you cum today."
Nancy slightly spread her legs and rested her head on her forearms.
"When we are done we are going to get online and find a master/slave site and create an account and see if we cant meet others like us, hmm?"
 
Cynthia took full advantage of the situation, dripping the scented oil down the spinal column and slowly, gently rubbed her way down until she got to her owner's lower back, kissing her way down it's length. Once down to her ass, Cynthia placed 2 drops of oil on the tip of her tongue and ever so gently poked at her Lady's puckered asshole, then poked her tongue just inside, at the same tome reaching under and slipping a finger inside her owner's pussy and began fingerthrusts....
"Mistress, there's something I heard about from.....someone...."...the someone being her now ex boyfriend, forever vanished from her memory, now that Nancy had managed to replace him.....
"I think it's called Fetlife......"
Cynthia could understand why her owner wished to make contact with others of their 'own kind', but at the same time, she didn't want to share her lover and owner with anyone, even if it was only cyber.....she managed however to shield her thoughts from Nancy and showed her where to find the site and how to log in....
 
Nancy involuntarily clenched when the wet tongue toiched her backside. But she made herself relax. Then the fingers began making her feel warm all over. She was enjoying the attention as Cynthaia talked about the website to network with others. After a mini orgasm, Nancy kissed her slave and went naked to the computer and created their profile and introduced them both to the members. She logged out, hoping to hear from someone soon.
"Come pet, lets get some rest."
She patted the bed as she lay down and whistled for max.
 
Cy....nthia gazed at the captivating goddess before her as her owner kissed her and got up and walked nude over to the computer....despite her initial misgivings, Cynthia got a little excited at the prospect of strangers becoming interested in both of them. Would her owner consider sharing her with another?
As her Lady patted the bed, Cynthia curled up naked beside her, the pitter-patter of dog paws shortly following.....
 
Nancy felt Max jump up onto the bed behind her as she felt Cynthia's warm body in front of her. She spooned the girl, combining their body heat as the dog snuggled at her back. She soon drifged to sleep with images of married life dancing in her head.
 
It took very little time for Cynthia to fall asleep....she had begun to develop an affection for Max, and welcomed him onto the bed, but thoughts of only her owner occupied her mind.
Of course being shown to others while she was collared and leashed shown that she was indeed owned, Cynthia still, like any red blooded girl always had fantasies of a fairy tale wedding. She was disappointed that chances were that her parents would not attend, but after a second phone call, her cousins--both female--and her brother agreed to attend, despite the fact that, even though they now aware of both the fact that she was a lesbian and that the ceremony wouldn't exactly be what one would consider 'normal'......
But Cynthia didn't mind....if it meant for her to get on all fours and crawl totally naked up the aisle she would do it.....
She softly suckled on her Lady's nipples before they both finally fell asleep....
 
Nancy awoke the next morning feeling refreshed and relaxed. She looked down and saw Cynthia still attached to one breast. She stroked her hair lightly, trying not to wake her. Max popped his head up when he felt his mistress stir. She just lay there and waited until the girl woke. She was going to guy plane tickets to New York today to go get their gowns fitted and meet these people from the website.
While she petted her slut, she rubbed her mound, feeling the hair starting to grow. Time for a shave again. She would have her slave do that today.
 
Cynthia had a dream that night.....her and her owner flew off to New York and no sooner had they gotten out of the airport, Nancy hailed a cab. Once inside, she motioned for Cynthia to hike up her skirt and pull down her panties, then taking the clip on one end of the leash attached it to the ring on her slave's clit. They both caught sight of the cab driver momentarily glancing in his rear view mirror, obviously just at the right time to see Cynthia's exposed pussy.
Her owner smiled, knowing how much the driver enjoyed the peep show as she strung the thin, almost invimedsible chain up and out, just over the waistline, leaving a 6 foot length between them, the other end attached to a black leather cuff on Nancy's left arm.
"No way am I gonna let you out of my sight NOW," she said, smiling.....
Once they got out of the cab, the two of them walked down the street, the overhead lamps occasionally reflecting off the wafer thin leash. Her owner correctly assumed the way New Yorkers were that a leashed girl would attract little or no attention....
Cynthia awoke by the feel of a warm soft hand petting her pussy.....she yawned, giggled and softly kissed her lover--her fiancée---her Mistress---her owner......she felt fingers touching what little growth she had and mentally reminded herself she had to shave both herself and her lover.....their mutual shaving had, over the past months, become an intimate ritual....one of their most private moments.....
 
Nancy felt her stir and heard the giggle.
"Morning, pet. Let Max out and draw us a bath. Ill fix us a good breakfast, then well leave after our bath and shave."
She kissed Cynthia on her forehead and slowly got up.
 
Cynthia watched as her owner got up and out of bed....she looked so lovely, almost regal, her ass so nice and firm, jiggling as she walked, her magnificent tits doing the same with no sag. One could mistakenly assume that her lover's breasts were implants jusging by the way they stayed upright and perky, but Cynthia knew better. She had by now fallen deeply in love with her owner and knew every inch of that body.....
Cynthia got up and made a little 'click,click' sound....Max stretched then got up and onto the floor.....trotting right beside Cynthia, they walked together to the back patio doors and onto the deck.
Letting Max do his morning romp, Cynthia stood naked, raised her arms up in the air, yawned and smiled as she watched the dog....
Afterwards, she went to the bathroom, turned on the water, put in some scented oil and filled the tub.
Once done, she walked into the kitchen and announced hat the bath was ready....
 
Nancy watched the girl call Max and take him out. She admired the subtle play of muscles under the flawless skin of her young slave girl. Her beauty far surpassed anything Nancy had ever seen. Once again she was struck with how lucky she was.
When Cynthia anounce the bath was ready, she gracefully walked into the bathroom. Smiling at her pet, she slowly stepped one foot then the other into the tub before slowly sitting and reclining regally, her arms draped on either side :ike arms on a throne.
 
Cynthia could sense her owner was looking at her as she walked Max to the patio.....by this time, it was something like the ability to sense her....she enjoyed the knowledge that she was being admired, especially by the woman she loved.
Cynthia undressed her lover then took her by the hand into the bathroom, slowly assisting her into the tub. She wanted to be a little playful in a girly-girl manner and dripped bubble bath liquid in the tub while filling it, so the tub was almost overflowing with lavender scented, fluffy white bubbles.
Cynthia stepped into the tub and got on her knees between her owner's legs and started gently caressing her lover's skin with the loofah.....
 
The scent of the bubbles filled the air and Nancy sighed, appreciating little pleasures. When her slave lovingly began scrubbing her bronzed skin with the loufa, Nancy relaxed, closed her eyes and smiled. Little devotions like this this was every bit as important to her as submission in bed.
"Mmm, keep this up amd we might you a whole new wardrobe." She giggled at the tickling bubbles.
 
Cynthia giggled in return, bobbing her head up and down beneath the bubbles playfully, then began servicing her owner. As before, she took the shampoo and conditioner and did her Lady's hair, running her fingertips through it, massaging her scalp......judging by the verbal reactions she was getting, Cynthia knew she was on the right track. Once finished, Cynthia took a deep breath and dove under the water, slipping her tongue deep inside her owner's pussy, darting it in and out, causing waves in the tub. Once coming up for air, she would kiss and nibble on Nancy's nipples before once again submerging and tonguefucking her.....
Then she had an idea.....Cynthia spread her legs wide and overlapped her owners, and while slipping a finger deep inside Nancy's pussy, she gently grasped her owner's hand, pulling it up to her and, taking the hand, slipped one of her owner's fingers inside Cynthia's cunt and started rocking back and forth, Cynthia's other hand still busy with the loofah....
 
The unusual technique Cynthia employed was almost comical but very erotic. Her skin was flushed with heat, her nipples ached and her clit throbbed. The touch of her slave and gentleness of the washing was intoxicatingly divine. When her slut started fingering her needy cunt, Nancy grabbed her face in both hands, staring into her bright eyes with her own brown ones.
"Arent we being forward? MMM don't you dare stop. But you will be punished after I come. OHHHH."
 
Cynthia giggled, then continued until her Lady had an orgasm, then rinsed her off. Getting out of he tub first, she grabbed a towel and dried her off after assisting her owner out of the tub.
Yes, she may have gone too far by manipulating things in the tub, but hopefully when it came time for her punishment, Cynthia hoped that by making her lover cum the punishment wouldn't be as severe...
 
After her orgasm, Nancy'skin felt deliciously sensetive. After being dried off and assisted out of the tub, she led her fuckslut straight to the spare bedroom. Handing her ball gag, spreader bar and fuzzy cuffs, she pointed at the gorgeous subby.
"Put these on, slave."
She then got a paddle out of the night stand along with astroglide and the horse tail plug. She waited for her girl to finish, smiling all the while.
 
Amber let herself being led into the bedroom....she put on the ballgag and laid on her back, her legs up in the air as she secured her own ankles to the spreaderbar. She was used to having her owner secure her, so this was an unfamiliar feeling. Once successful, she took the padded handcuffs and secured her wrists behind her. Once done, she laid on her belly and waited for her punishment.....whatever piunishment was deemed necessary she welcomed, if only as a sign of her submissiveness and the undying love she had for her Lady.....
 
Nancy helfted the paddle and showed her pet. She began caressing Cynthia's tightly form buttocks, enjoying the smooth skin under her hand. She massaged each glorious cheek in turn, marveling at its soft but firm appearance. Not a scar, stretchmark or trace of cellulose on it. Unable to resist, she bent down and bit it gently, sucking each of the orbs.
Then with any warning she swatted the girl, hard. She alternated strokes to each ass cheek. She watched the girl's face as she punished her, hoping it hurt suitably.
"naughty, naughty slut. Taking on airs and thinking you can just touch your Mistress when you like. I'll show you. Mommy is gonna spank her little slutty girl."
 
Cynthia loved the feeling of her owner's warm soft hands caressing her ass cheeks, giving out a soft moan and then a muffled yelp as she felt teeth.....
She was then pushed forward on the bed as she felt hard strikes on first her left cheek, then the other, back and forth......"MMMMMMMPH!!!" she cried beneath her gag, her thighs shaking as she struggled with the spreaderbar. This time there was no arousal connected with the action from either of them......Cynthia knew she was being punished, to be taught a lesson, and that was all there was to it.....the pain caused by each sting seemed to multiply with each strike and tears began to form from the corners of her eyes.....how could she had been so wrong ? she thought back to the bathtub and her manipulating her owner's fingers.....she was only being playful, eliciting arousal.....after as long as she'd been with her owner, had she finally crossed a bridge too far?
 
When that ass was bright red and sufficient tears shed as punishment, Nancy pulled out aloe lotion. She applied a generous amount and gently rubbed it in.
"There now. Its all over. Wipe your tears, baby, while mommy rubs lotion on you."
Ater a few minutes of massaging, Nancy poured some onto her slaves anus, lubing it properly. Then she slowly slid the plug in, watching intently as the pink ring swalloed the toy. Once in place she smiled, nodding to herself. Then she began to relesse the teen from her bonds.
"Lets get dressed. Dont want to miss our flight."
 
Cynthia continued crying and almost as sudden as it started, it was all over....she lay on her belly, gagged and bound as her lover rubbed her sore ass with the lotion. She puuuuurred through her gag as she felt the lotion being rubbed gently into her skin....she rose her ass up a bit as she felt lubed fingers enter her.....Cynthia whined a little---her ass was always sensitive, and even a small plug hurt and was uncomfortable after long periods of wear---she felt her anus stretch wide as the plug slowly penetrated anbohemiand traveled deep inside......
Once untied, she stood up, wiggling her torso, watching her tail swish in the mirror, giggling....
Cynthia started going through the closets for the clothes they would wear for the flight, and picked a one piece dress with a black bohemian style vest for her owner with a plunge neckline. As for herself, Cynthia picked out her red and black plaid and pleated catholic girl's style skirt with the white starched buttoned blouse. She made sure the first 4 buttons were open to slightly reveal the shimmering silver bra underneath......
Cynthia could barely contain herself....she had never flown before and was very excited, and knowing the where and why of the trip made her even more so....
 
Nancy stood and held her arms out, waiting patiently. She liked that look on her slut. It accentuated all the right curves.
"Come dress me slut. And tell me why you like this dress for me?"
She wasnt angry, just curious.
 
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