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Roisin felt unusual wearing normal clothes. Or, really, clothes at all. Months spent as Carmen’s submissive, typically in the nude and engaged in various acts of ual service, were hard to forget as she walked through the streets of London. Dressed in a simple blouse, blazar and grey trousers, she looked every bit the professional journalist she had been before commencing her training as Carmen’s apprentice. But after her conquest of the black beauty Niobe, Roisin had been granted some additional privileges as the Society considered her for promotion to Femina.
And Carmen’s conquest still continued, though the two other Archdommes had been elusive as of late. After an adventurous romp through Greece, in which Roisin’s tongue was utilized thoroughly by a plethora of women, she was back in London while Carmen plotted her next move. The reason Roisin was back, however, was of a different nature. A letter from Heather Bonham had asked her back on urgent business, and so, for the first time in her life, Roisin was visiting her editor at her own residence.
Arriving outside the luxurious London townhouse, Roisin rang the bell. It was opened almost immediately by Ms. Bonham herself. “Roisin, welcome!” the lady said, ushering her in. “I saw you walking up the street and so I came down to greet you. Shoes off, if you please.”
Roisin kicked off her heels and placed them on the shoerack, turning to survey her editor. Heather Bonham was a tall woman, much like Roisin, with a similar slender build. Dressed in a white suit and matching skirt, Ms. Bonham was the picture of professional excellence. Her blonde hair, streaked with grey, ended at her shoulders and she had a regal nose that appeared to look down upon anyone, even those taller than her. While her bosom was nothing impressive, for a woman in her fifties, they were quite perky and fit nicely within her white top.
“You’re looking quite fresh, Roisin. Your letters have been simply fantastic they’ll make a wonderful piece. Come into the sitting room.” Roisin followed, her cheeks pink at the thought of her regal boss reading her filthy escapades. That was why she was doing this, though Sapphic Science was a journal focused on the art of female pleasure and uality. Though at the moment, Roisin’s eyes were fixed more firmly on the tight derriere ensconced within that white skirt, and the way those narrow, tight hips swayed.
It was, however, odd to be called Roisin. She’d heard only Boudica and rojita for the past month or so. But she was Roisin once more, and here with her employer. “Thank you, Ms. Bonham,” she said, accepting a glass of white wine as she sat down upon a sofa in the sitting room. The walls were decorated with nude sketches of beautiful women in all shapes. “I apologize that I haven’t sent an installment lately. It’s been quite hectic.”
“Nonsense, nonsense. I completely understand.” Ms. Bonham sat across from Roisin on a lounge chair, her grey eyes surveying the younger woman with cool regard. “I’m sure your teacher, Carmen, has been keeping you very busy.” Her lips quirked up, but didn’t form a full smile.
Roisin felt the hair on her arms rise. There was something… indecent, about Ms. Bonham’s voice. Something all too familiar. She felt she’d heard this tone, been around this woman in a different sense. Not as a colleague. “Well, we did some traveling before this, yes. I’ve been learning a lot under her tutelage.” Her cheeks turned red. “It sounds crass, but really, I don’t think I understood how much there was to uality and sapphic pleasure. Carmen truly is an expert.”
Ms. Bonham leaned forward, taking a measured sip of her white wine. “Are you in love with this woman?”
Roisin’s eyes widened. She hadn’t really even thought about that before. But while she did feel a great sense of devotion to her mistress, she wouldn’t call it love. “Not in the sense most people think of love, no. To me, Carmen is a genius, and I am her loyal disciple. I would do anything to please her, and yet, in truth, my goal is to surpass her. I don’t care for any lofty society title, but I wish to prove to her that I am the transcendent ual being, worthy of her respect.” Feeling a bit embarrassed by her haughty speech, she took a big swig of wine.
The older woman laughed. “What a curious answer. I see why Carmen likes you so much, Boudica.”
Roisin choked on her wine, spluttering as she gaped at the woman. “How do you know that name? I didn’t write to you about it.”
“Hmm. That’s a good question.” Ms. Bonham set down her wine glass on the table. She laid her hands on her knees and slid them upwards, fingers curling around the hem of her skirt. Hitching it up, she spread her legs. Though her cunt was not fully visible, Roisin’s nostrils flared as its scent filtered into the room.
Recognition flashed in her eyes. “You’re one of the Society Dommes. I remember your scent.” Her tongue flicked across her lips unconsciously. “And your taste.”
Ms. Bonham smirked. “Did you enjoy it?”
Roisin blushed. “Yes, I did… but I don’t understand. If you’re a member of the Society, why did you ask me to go undercover as Carmen’s apprentice?”
“Well, Boudica, as a member of the society, I don’t think you’re properly dressed to greet a Domme.” Ms. Bonham leaned back and crossed her arms. “Do correct your behavior.”
It was like a light switch had been flipped. Roisin was gone and Boudica took her place. “Yes, Ms. Bonham,” Boudica said, rising to attention. She slid her blazer off her shoulders and folded it neatly before setting it on the couch. She began to unbutton her blouse, eyes fixed intently on the older woman before her. “Please, Ms. Bonham, I’ll do as you request, but I want to know.”
“Simply put, I wanted to understand more about Carmen. I know she’s quite ambitious, and probably wanted to dominate me, as I am one of the Archdommes.” Ms. Bonham sipped her wine, her eyes watching with lascivious intent as Boudica stripped. “I sought to understand her weaknesses through you, so that I might win over her. But I don’t think she has any.”
Boudica set her blouse aside, baring her breasts with rosy areolas, and unzipped her skirt. “So why did you summon me here?” Her skirt fell down to her ankles, revealing a pair of lacy pink panties, damp at the crotch.
Ms. Bonham stood up, and strode imperiously closer to Boudica. Bonham’s hands slid down to the lacy ties holding up the underwear around Boudica’s loins. “I wanted to show you that I am the superior Domme. To show you the true extent of pleasure.” The knickers unfastened, they fell to the floor, revealing the pink contours of Boudica’s cunt. “And perhaps turn you to my side.” She sealed the distance with a kiss, her powerful, muscular tongue working its way inside Boudica’s mouth. “Call me Hera.”
Boudica felt herself overtaken by the strength of the older woman, her cunt throbbing with desire as Hera’s hands explored her body. Probing fingers tugged and rolled over her nipples, and Boudica moaned wantonly into Hera’s mouth. It had been a long time since she’d had a ual encounter like this, primal and disorganized, simply two women in a room tearing at each other. Her teeth dug into Hera’s lip as the woman’s hand reached down and cupped her cunt.
“Oh, Hera,” Boudica moaned. “Let me please you, Mistress.”
“In time, pet. But first I need to educate you” Swiveling around to stand behind Boudica, Hera bought her hand down to smack the redhead’s ass. Boudica whimpered at the firm strength of the woman’s hand and then moaned as her other hand began to massage her cunny. Wetness slicked her thighs as Hera’s tongue snaked around her jaw and her teeth nipped at her neck. “This is a pretty little pussy you have. Carmen is a tongue virtuoso, but when it comes to finger technique,” she said, waggling her digits with their neatly filed nails, “I am the best in the Society, bar none.”
Her fingers flicked lightly across Boudica’s clit, as though they were just casual grazing. But the flicks had purpose, and grew steadily in speed and rhythm. Each touch of her fingers had power, and it radiated through Boudica. Twisting her clit between her fingers, Hera was working her redheaded charge into a lather. Her other hand spread apart Boudica’s ass cheeks and wound a finger in, lightly pressing against her rosebud. Boudica grunted and humped Hera’s fingers as they began to rub and flick against the labia, opening up the redhead, filling the room with her arousal. She leaned against Hera’s strong frame for support as her legs grew weaker.
“I’m… already close,” Boudica gasped. “How?”
Hera grinned wickedly. “I know a thing or two.” Her fingers twisted inside, so smoothly Boudica hardly felt them. They curled and tugged, unraveling her. Her finger pushed deep inside Boudica’s asshole, twisting and probing. The redhead, trained so long in the power of controlling her orgasm, found herself shrieking as one splattered through her, drenching the floor below as her knees buckled and she sank down, impaling herself upon Hera’s skilful fingers.
“Thank you… Mistress Hera,” she whispered into the older woman’s neck.
Hera pulled her fingers out with a squelch and sniffed them. “Lovely cunnal scent, I must say.” She grabbed a towel from a cabinet and tossed it to Boudica. “Clean up your mess and meet me upstairs. Let’s see if you have what it takes to overthrow me.” She turned towards the stairs and smirked. “And for that matter, Carmen. Or is that not your ambition anymore?”
Boudica took the towel and dropped to her knees, cheeks burning as she cleaned up her mess. Had she given up on dominating Carmen? Had she fallen under her spell? She was loyal, yes… but she had her own dreams. She scrubbed the floor harder, her cunt and nipples still pulsing with sensitivity from her orgasm.
Hera had skills Carmen didn’t. This was her chance to learn. Boudica set her jaw. She was determined to see her dream through.
#
When she arrived upstairs, Hera was lying nude upon the bed, like an old pinup model. Her small but relatively perky breasts had small, dark areolas that peered invitingly at Boudica, and her tight, toned abdomen gave way to slender shapely legs. Her bush grey and clipped into a tight, compact shape, and her pussy, though a bit puffy, was neatly tucked between those legs of hers. Unlike many of the other Society members, she had no tattoos.
A goddess indeed.
Lying in front of her on the bed was the largest set of anal beads Boudica had ever seen. Dark blue, thick and ridged, she counted five total beads. She had never taken more than four, and they were smaller than these ones. Panic set in her heart.
Hera laughed. “Is that fear I see? Fret not, my pet. Come nuzzle at my bosom.” She patted her breasts and Boudica gingerly crawled up onto the bed, her tongue scraping out against the aged breasts, mouth and teeth closing in and suckling gently. The act calmed her, reminded her of her mami, and she suckled away happily, blue eyes meeting Hera’s piercing greys.
The older woman sighed and patted Boudica’s head as she leaned back, enjoying the sensation. “Good girl. Don’t worry, I’m not putting that up your arse. Not right away, anyway. I’m going to teach you.” Moaning, she moved Boudica’s head over to her other nipple, and spread her legs out, her iconic scent filling the room. “The truth is, I’ve no interest in being Archdomme anymore. I just don’t want to give it up to Carmen. Not without a contingency plan.” Her lips curled into a smirk as she wrapped her legs around Boudica’s waist, humping against her gently while the redhead continued to dutifully suck at her nipples. “If you can fit those beads up my arsehole, every single one, I will submit to you and Carmen as your mistress, resigning my position as Archdomme.”
Boudica’s eyes widened in shock. Could this woman really fit all those beads up her arse? She didn’t think it was possible.
Hera laughed, humping Boudica’s navel more aggressively. “You think it impossible, but I did it once. The old Headmistress did it to me. And since her, no one has ever so much put a finger in my arse. You should consider this a great honor.”
Boudica released the nipple from her mouth, licking her lips. Hera kept grinding away, her breath growing raspy. “This all seems too easy. Too simple.”
“Well, yes. You see, Carmen’s arsehole, from what I’ve heard, is much more pliant and responsive than mine. It’ll take all of your skills to achieve this feat. My arsehole is quite picky about who it opens up to.” Hera groaned loudly, shudders shaking her body as she humped her way to climax on Boudica’s body. “But a little orgasm always helps. Consider yourself my temporary mistress, Lady Boudica. Direct me as you please.”
Boudica rose on her knees, looking down at the beautiful, powerful older woman below her. This woman was her employer, a superior to her not only in the Society, but the real world. How could she order her around? But she had to be strong. She had to be a big girl if she was going to be victorious in this ual odyssey she was upon. This was no time to fear.
“Lie on your back.”
Hera lay on her back, aroused nipples pointed up like missiles. Boudica could see her pussy flowering.
“Grab your legs and pull them back as far as you can.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Hera said, seizing her legs by the ankles and pulling them back so that they were locked behind her head. Boudica gaped at the flexibility of the older woman. “Yes, it’s very impressive,” Hera said, in a bored tone. “I was a trained gymnast before I started Sapphic Studies. I keep as flexible as I can. Don’t get distracted.”
Boudica nodded, and then turned her gaze down to her nether regions. The labia, puffy and pink against alabaster flesh, were clearly visible and down below, she could see the tough, hardened starfish of Hera’s arsehole. It was indeed quite formidable in appearance, and to Boudica’s surprise, there was a small tattoo on Hera’s perineum. It was a simple X, but that was valuable information.
“Do you have restraints anywhere?” Boudica said.
“Under the bed, in a box, Mistress,” Hera replied, monotone, her cold grey eyes devoid of emotion or sentiment. Only her cunt revealed her arousal with that familiar, heady scent. It was intoxicating and Boudica had to try her best not to let it overwhelm her. She crawled under the bed and pulled out a box. It was filled with various unique toys, but Boudica knew that the trick to this lay entire within her own hands, so she selected a simple set of leather cuffs. Climbing back on top of the bed, she cuffed Hera’s hands and legs together behind her head, leaving the older woman deliciously exposed, her loins flared indecently.
Boudica lowered her head down to Hera’s cunny, her tongue flicking out by instinct to explore. The labia were tough as she remembered, salty and fresh on her mouth. Her fingers found their way to the clit and tweaked them gently, imitating the flicker Hera had conducted upon her own pussy just minutes ago.
“Good,” Hera cooed, squirming under Boudica’s ministrations. “Now try warming up my ass.”
Boudica brought her thumb down the skin of Hera’s perineum, the soft flesh of her taint standing in stark contrast to her rougher, puffier labia. X marked the spot, and as she applied pressure with her thumb there, she lowered her blue eyes to the hard, unyielding crater that lay between Hera’s firm arsecheeks. Her tongue slid down there, the taste sharp and pungent. Hera’s arsehole was tight, as she had said, not easily responding to Boudica’s tongue the way Carmen’s did. But she continued to do as taught, her thumb’s pressure increasing as she lapped away patiently at Hera’s rosebud.
“Ungh, ungh, yes, keep at it,” Hera moaned.
She felt just the touch of yield, a bit of relaxation, and took the opportunity. She probed her index finger inside, twisting aggressively, feeling Hera’s sphincter close around her finger. This was a powerful arse, clenching and fighting her as she forced her way inside. There was no sense in being gentle. Hera was an Archdomme if Boudica wanted to own her arse, she was going to have to take it by force. Grunts and grimaces came from the older woman as Boudica loosened up the bumhole, her tongue sliding back to deliver gentle, soothing strokes to Hera’s clitoris. The inky taste of her cunt flooded Boudica’s mouth as Hera’s arsehole relaxed around her finger.
“The first one,” Hera panted.
Boudica grabbed the beads, their slickness indicating they had already been lubed. That was good, because this was going to be a brutal insertion. Her left thumb still stroking the flesh of Hera’s taint, she quickly extracted her right index finger and slid the tip of the first bead into place before the starfish arsehole could close up. It fought, briefly, but with a gentle flick of her thumbnail against the perineum and her teeth lightly grazing Hera’s clitoris, Hera’s arsehole relented and allowed the first bead inside.
Moaning with wanton lust, bucking her hips, Hera cried out, “More, more! It feels so good. I haven’t had something up my arse in so bloody long.”
The second bead was resistant, so Boudica returned her attention to Hera’s cunt. Using the same filthy fingers she’d fucked the woman’s arsehole with, she began to pump furiously into the woman’s pussy. As Hera bobbed her head in rhythm with Boudica’s pulse, the redhead began to understand the woman’s melody. Her cuntbeat flowed through Boudica’s fingers, and as her thumbnail sunk into Hera’s perineum, Boudica could feel Hera’s arsehole relent once more.
She straddled the older woman, watching her aged tits flop as the second bead went in her arse. “You’ve got a hell of a tough arse, Hera,” Boudica said, leaning in to suck at the older woman’s nipples again. The train was driving itself now, her hands moving like a master pianist across the landscape of Hera’s nethers. She could do no wrong, the woman’s cunny was the keyboard and she the pianist, playing it to perfection. “Let’s try the third.”
Hera’s eyes widened in shock. “Oh, fuck!” she said. “Fuck, fuck! I’m so full!” Her cunt squelched on Boudica’s fingers and her hips squirmed as Boudica forced the third bead in. She bit down hard on Hera’s left nipple as the crater swallowed another load, eliciting a cry of delirious pain mixed with pleasure from the old slut.
“I never knew you were such a bum slut, Ms. Bonham,” Boudica said, grinning as flicked her tongue across the old lady’s nipple. Switching back to her boss’s title felt right here. “If I’d know I would have buggered you a lot sooner.”
“You can fuck me up the arse anytime, McCormick,” Hera gasped. “Keep going.” The fourth bead went in easier than the third, as Hera’s hands and ankles struggled against their restraints. A stream of curses left her mouth, her face flushed and tongue lolling as she received the buggering she so desperately wanted.
“Now, for the final one,” Boudica said, descending once more to kneel in the valley of Ms. Bonham’s desire. Her cunt was leaking down onto her fully plugged up arsehole, and there was simply no give as Boudica pushed and struggled with the last, enormous bead. She sucked on Ms. Bonham’s clit and pumped her fingers desperately into the woman’s pussy but there was nothing.
“Remember… how… you… started…” Ms. Bonham gasped, her arsehole spasming under the pressure.
Boudica’s blue eyes fixed upon the X. She leaned forward and clamped her teeth around it, biting into the soft, delicious flesh of Ms. Bonham’s perineum, soaked and flavored with her drippings, allowing everything about the older woman’s essence to flow through her. Hera, Heather Bonham, her boss, whoever it was her cuntbeat roared through Boudica’s mouth and exploded in her head as her arsehole expanded one more time, a final herculean effort to swallow it whole.
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