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You sit at the dinner table. You’re grading some work from your after school students and it’s sad, you’re an after school English tutor, and you work at Wentworth with Joan. “Kids can’t read anymore.” You muse out loud. Disdain is prevalent in your voice.
“Sweetheart?” Joan calls out, her voice sounds as cold as it usually does, but there is a hint on excitement that only you can make out. She waits for your blessing to approach; in this house, you’re the Governor.
You look up and nod her over. “What is it?” Hardly looking up at the older woman, you keep reading. She comes in front of you and sits on her knees. “The people from work invited me out to the club tonight. I wish to go, I know it is not scheduled in advance as we’d both prefer, however I find it imperative to built a connection eventually.”
You look down. “Pardon?” She repeats her rehearsed statement and you cut her off halfway. “I heard you, I just don’t understand why you want to go out, you’re not an adventurer.”
”As I said, I believe it is imperative to build a connection with those I work over.”
You shake your head, not in denial of her request, just disbelief. “Of course we can. I expect your best behavior. I’m glad you want to socialize.” You want to grill her more, but you’ve been trying to get her out of the shell she’s always burrowed in. No jinxing with extra questioning.
“Yes, ma’am. I will be the best piece of property you own.” She nods back.
“Go get ready, I suppose.” Joan nods rising off her knees at your approval, and you start behind her.
You wear a cocktail dress and light heels, nothing over the top or fancy. She wears…well honestly you weren’t expecting her to pull out some over the top outfit, but she put on a V-neck and a lifter with flats and some tight jeans. She left her hair down. She’s so basic, but as long as she’s comfortable, you’re happy. “Baby, when we get inside it’s going to be dirty. It’s not like our house. There will be sweat and people trying to paw at you.”
“Darling, I’ve been in a bar before. I’m well aware of the pawing situation. I can handle it.” She smiles opening up the door to the house.
You nod. She says she can, but you’ll leave her a lifeline. “Should you decide you wanna go, you just need to tell me our safe word. Do you remember?”
”Yes, it’s leather, ma’am.” You grab her face holding it still. Checking for any sign of hesitance or a twitch at some alternate plan. Nothing.
“Very well, off we pop.” Joan lets you leave first, she opens up your car door as well.
***
When you arrive at the club, she parks near the back of the parking lot, something about “people touching what they can’t afford” or whatever.
The bouncer asks for your id and you get in, no issues. You find Will, Vera, and Fletch all in the bar. “Y/N! How you going?!” A drunk Vera shouts over the music.
“I’m great, V, who let you drink?!” You laugh as she hangs over you. You hear a quiet growl from behind you and turn your head to Joan. She straightened her posture impossibly straight and rolled her shoulders. “Let’s get you seated, Vera.” You find a table in the mess, for some reason they didn’t get one, and you sit Vera down with some water. You don’t drink, you prefer to stay in control should Joan need you, and everyone else is going to be too messed up to get themselves home. “Baby, go have fun! Mingle. I’ll be here!”
You push Joan towards the dance floor gently, which she happily goes to. She makes sure that you can see her, but the second someone dances against her, you put yourself in “mommy” mode preparing to hold Joan close to you while she attempts to forget the touch of another on her body while occasionally apologizing to you…but that doesn’t happen. She just laughs and grabs a drink then heads back onto the floor.
She’s coming out of her shell, that makes you happy. “Y/N, hell you doing here!? Want some blow?” Will asks, drunk and high.
“Pardon?” You squint at him in disgust. “No Will, I’m good. Maybe sit down for a drink of water?” He shakes his head.
“I’m free tonight, so I’m having a part–Hey look at that, your wife is letting loose!” He shouts louder than necessary.
“Look” You say not looking over at Joan yet, “You let us drive you home, yeah?” Will nods and points towards Joan again who was indeed letting loose.
There were men touching her, or trying to, but she kinda tried to avoid them and dance with random women instead. But still, people were touching her. You wanted to be happy she was having, but you couldn’t stop jealousy from spiking.
It wasn’t until she had stepped away to go to the bar that you had looked away for a moment. Both Vera and Will were sleeping against each other and Fletch had disappeared. You sigh and lay your head down.
The gross club table had spilled vodka and blow on it from Will and trash from other patrons. It was gross, you were not having a good time. You came here looking for fun, but you have two passed out drunks and a wife that’s flirting with everything with legs.
You hear your wife’s laugh, over exaggerated and flirty. Badly flirty at that.
You look at the two sleeping people once more to see if they were still breathing, they were, then you walk over to the bar. “Oh! You can do that many things with your hands, how fascinating!” She laughs.
You grab her shoulder from behind and pull her down to your height. You speak low and irritated “What are you playing at, Joan?”
”What do you mean? I’m just having fun–”
You squeeze her shoulder and she winces, “I’m trying so hard not to drag you out of this whore house and hose you off on the back porch, but you aren’t making it easy. Behave or we’re leaving.”
”Alright.” You can feel the glare from her face even from behind her head.
You sense that her bratty side is coming out more than it already was. “If you do not believe you can behave then come back to the table and you can help me carry Vera and Will to the car. We’re going to drive them home.”
”How about you drive them and I’ll stay with my new friend…” You turn her around.
You clear your throat at the woman who groans that you ‘took her girl’. “She’s mine, and you need to back off.” She holds her hands up and walks away.
Joan, who’s looking at you like a horny cat, only sees you in this moment. You decide you’re both going home. “Get Will. He’s like double my height. I’ll grab Vera.”
***
You drop them both at Vera’s, Fletch texts you that he went home with someone and he’s fine. You had forgotten about him entirely as you drive home. Joan sat in the passengers seat, just feeling your rage.
“Darling–”
You hold your hand up. “I don’t want whore breath stinking up my car, shut up.” You’ve been calling her a whore the entire drive home. If anyone were to ask Joan if she liked it, she’d deny it, but you knew. “Give you some room to let loose and you forget you’re spoken for. As if I wasn’t sitting there watching you, and I know you did it on purpose. You just wanna get used. You like making me jealous.” She couldn’t and wouldn’t deny it. “Too bad for you, dirty sweat covered whores are not allowed in my home.”
”What does–” You slap her.
“Quiet.”
She rides in silence until you pull into the house. “Go around the house and stand in the porch.” You get out of the car and she nods. Cute little tears dry on her face.
She disappears behind the house and you walk into the home through the front door. You take your time. You take off your shoes, you undress and throw the dress in the dirty clothes bin, you take a hot shower and get clean, then you put on some joggers and a sweater, your hair is damp and dripping on your sweater after you start pouring a glass of wine, and by the time you make it to the back porch and turn on the light the sweater and your hair are dry. You open the slide door with another glass of wine, she’s been out there for an hour and a half. Standing, waiting, like a good girl.
She perks up at the sight of you, and you say nothing, but “safe word?”
”Leather.” You look at her and she seems excited for what’s about to happen. “Green, mommy.”
”Oh honey, you’ve got mistress tonight.” You pick up the hose and hose her down. Her clothes and shoes still on, and her head hanging down. “Strip.” You don’t take the thick stream of water off of her as she rushes to take all of her clothes off.
She covers her pussy with her hands as she stands there and you slowly walk over to her. She doesn’t look up at you, not even when you move her hands and hold the rough water stream against her cunt. She shakes and she moans, not that you care. “Oh shut up, whore.” You back away before she can cum and turn the water down then spray her face, the gentler stream making her gasp.
After you’re satisfied, you turn off the water and throw a towel at her. “Dry off and don’t drip on my floor.” You let her take her time.
You sit on the couch and wait. You’re both a bit tipsy, but that just makes your jealousy worse.
The sound of her feet patter against the floor as you finish your wine. “Mistress.” She gets on her knees and bows to you, hair dry and towel in hand. You reach down and pull her up, her hair gripped taught in your hand. She whines.
You pull her up to your face and smell her hair. It still has her shampoo smell, clean. You pull her back and she lets you. “Care to explain?” You release her hair, but she quickly grabs your hand and puts its back, her own hand making yours pull tighter.
“P-please, I just–I need this.” She looks up at you for the first time.
“You need this?” You tilt your head and she nods frantically. “I’ll decide what you need.” You roughly release her and she sobs out as she falls on her ass. You stand up. “You don’t tell me what you need. I tell you. You’re a brainless whore who humps everything that moves, you’re mine. Get up.” She shakes as she rises from the floor, those who didn’t know her would assume fear or shakes from crying, but you knew she was just horny.
You walk down the hall to your room. Joan follows. “Lay on the bed.”
She does.
You take off your joggers and sweater and her mouth drops open. You turn to the mirror on the vanity to look at yourself. Under your clothes you had put on a lace set. The set was crotchless and didn’t cover your tits, there was no point in wearing that except to see Joan leaking on the bed.
She whimpers as you turn around. “Oh hush, I’m tired of your whining.” You walk over, spread her legs and lay down between them. You bite and kiss up her leg and you lick her thighs. Her nude body is so hot, she could start a fire.
“M-m-mistress!” She moan in a high pitched tone.
You look up at her, letting it slide, and you finally sink into the place she most wanted. “Mmmhmm” you groan into her pussy. Her hands are trying to grab anywhere, but you. She knows she has to earn that.
You lick and suck at her cunt, trying to immerse yourself in your work, but no! Her stupid hands are flailing about cause she doesn’t know what to do with them. “Hold still!” You lift yourself away from her pussy and she groans, but holds still.
You reach up to the nightstand, your tits right above her face as you dig around. What was she supposed to do? Not suck you nipple into her mouth? Yeah right!
”Joan!” You grip her face and slap her. “You are just making loads of bad choices today! Get on all fours! Now!”
As she moves, you tie one of her wrists and then the other and push her face into the bed. Her ass is in the air slightly rocking, waiting for you. “Don’t move.”
You lean down and lick the length of her cunt and her hips jerk. She’s easily overstimulated. During sex, especially with you, she feels every inch of the universe on her skin. You slap her ass. “Don’t move!”
”I-i’m trying! I swear, I swear!” She sobs out and you realize that even when she’s a big brat who deserves to be punished, she’s still so easily overstimulated. Her cunt was so easy, even if her personality was not.
”Okay…it’s okay.” You rub her hips. You lean down to her ear. “Can you take it?” She nods; that’s not enough. “Words, girl.”
”I can take it, Mistress, but please I am trying to stay still. I can’t!”
You weigh it, it’ll be no fun to constantly be stopping to get her to stay still. “You may only do what you cannot control. If you can stop it, then do so. Am I clear?”
”Yes, Mistress. I will take my punishment!”
You go back to her cunt and feast. You slurp, suck, and nibble. “You taste so so good baby! Mmmm!” You pull her hips back to grind your mouth deeper, sucking the delicious fluids from her cunt. “Fuck! All mine!” You growl. Tears fall down your face, tears of pleasure.
Her cunt is so sweet. So warm. So wet. “Ugh!” Joan’s voice gets higher and higher. “Cum?” She whimpers, her arms still tied behind her back and her legs threatening to give out. “Cum? Please cum?!! Mmmmmugh”
”No…” Joan growls at your response.
“Please! I learned my lesson!”
You laugh at her. “You can’t even hold your tongue.” You stick your fingers in her cunt and start pumping them in and out. “You need to earn it! You don’t get it just because you ask prettily.”
”I hate you!” She shouts in frustration.
Your face drops. “Oh? You hate me now?”
When your hands stop pumping her walls, she starts pushing her hips back. “No, I’m sorry…” her tone sounds drunk. “I love’you. Love you, please.”
“So fuck drunk you can’t even take account for your own words. Pathetic!” You flip her on her back and spread her legs.
You don’t even wanna hear moans from her as you concede to her pleasure, so you stuff her mouth with the lace you remove from your body. You sit your cunt as close to hers as you can get it and grind it on her thigh. The angle of your tribbing allows her pleasure as well. “Fuck!” Her skin is beet red by now and her cunt is sloppy, her pubes are drenched with her own fluids.
You finally feel the pleasure of your own pussy. “Yes! Mine, my pussy!” You whisper and grip her throat, you hump harder and harder. Feeling close to cumming embarrassingly quick.
Her thigh is slick against you and you can hear her muffled moans and please as you hump. “Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”
Red hot pleasure seeps through your bodies and you both cum. You can’t help, but collapse against her.