Feature Writer: SilkStockingsLover
Feature Title: CHURCH GIRL 8 — A VIRGINITY TAKEN
Published: 22.02.2018
Story Codes: Lesbian, Religious
Synopsis: Sweet nerd loses her virginity and discovers her domme side
Author’s Notes: This is part four of a potentially lengthy series. Part one, Church Girl: 1 Perfect Turn, sweet innocent virgin Mary is selling raffle tickets door-to-door when she arrives at Mrs. Taylor’s house. Mrs. Taylor, a seductress of teen girls, takes the opportunity to seduce the minister’s daughter and make her a submissive pet. In part two, Church Girl: 3 Oaths of Obedience, sweet Mary is tested in her new role as submissive pet to Mrs. Taylor as she pleasures her at church while her minister father is upstairs preaching about the sins of the flesh. Mary is ordered by Mrs. Taylor to masturbate for seven days… each time with a different object. In part three, Church Girl: 7 Days of Self-Sin, sweet Mary must pleasure herself every day, each time coming from a different object. She also discovers her Principal and teacher are members of the secret society and submits to one… further being trained to be the next one… a leader in the future feminist sexual revolution.
Church Girl 8 — A Virginity Taken
Mary woke up excited for church like she usually did… although her reason wasn’t the same as usual.
Mary had always loved singing and playing piano for the hymns; she also enjoyed listening to her father preach, and always enjoyed visiting with other parishioners.
Yet today Mistress Gloria had a surprise for her and she couldn’t wait. It was like waiting for Santa Claus to come when she was younger, where she watched the night sky through the windows all night in hopes of catching a glimpse of the reindeer or Santa’s sleigh.
Gloria too was excited… Even though she had turned many teens and women… she rarely got to take a girl’s actual virginity by fucking her… Mary would be only the third…
Mary woke up to a text: Wear a thong today, my pet!
Mary responded, her excitement growing even more: Yes, Mistress!!
Mary put on a pair of beige thigh highs, a black thong and a sundress and spent an hour doing her hair… she usually just put it in a ponytail or a bun for church.
Gloria, excited, stopped at Xanadu’s house, which she did most Sundays, and had a leisurely orgasm, while she sat at Xanadu’s kitchen table, had a cup of coffee and read the Sunday paper (having missed this last week when her regular pre-church muncher was visiting her mother).
Mary, at church, kept looking for Mistress Gloria, wondering what the surprise was… with her parents gone so her father could guest preach at a church in a different city, she was less nervous and more excited, and she wouldn’t have to lie to them… which she hated doing.
Gloria finally arrived just a couple of minutes before the service was to start, enjoying the lengthy morning cunt lapping for over an hour through two orgasms as she anticipated the afternoon. She went straight to the downstairs restroom and texted Mary: Meet me in our usual location now!
Mary got the text just as she was sitting down in front of the piano. She was instantly excited, but equally worried as she was supposed to start playing in a couple of minutes.
Ever since her seduction by Mistress Gloria and her discovery of The Lord’s juices held inside all women, and learning what a wonderfully pleasurable blessing it was to release them all over her Mistress’s face, she had been following her hunger, and now was no exception. She quickly hurried out, even as James, the drummer, called out, “Where are you going, Mary?”
Mary’s cravings and curiosity controlling her, she pretended she didn’t hear the question as she scurried out towards their secret rendezvous.
Luckily no one else tried to stop her, and Mary made it to the bathroom in Usain Bolt time. Inside, Gloria was waiting.
“You look beautiful, my pet,” Gloria complimented, the teen looking radiant. Mary’s hair was down for the first time she could remember, and it really made her look older and more woman than girl… more like the ‘next one‘.
“Thank you, Mistress,” Mary replied, forgetting she was in a hurry, consumed by basking in her Mistress’s approval, flattered by the compliment and happy she had put the extra effort into looking pleasing to her.
“I know you need to get back,” Gloria said, pulling a vibrating egg from her purse.
“They can survive without me,” Mary replied uncharacteristically, her desire to please her Mistress and hopefully even taste her overriding her usually reliable habits of never shirking her responsibilities.
“No, no, no,” the Mistress shook her head. “In this journey of sexual self-discovery, it’s important to keep as much of your life routine as possible.”
“Oh, okay,” Mary nodded, as her dress was lifted up, Mistress’s hand moved under it, tugged her panties aside, which were already a little damp from anticipation alone, and slid something inside her. “Oooooooh,” she moaned.
“That will remain inside you until I retrieve it after the service at my home,” Gloria explained.
“Yes, Mistress,” Mary nodded, the sensation of having something sitting inside her feeling kind of weird.
“Be warned: the thing inside you may do some interesting things,” Gloria warned her pet, the remote control in her purse… her intentions wicked.
“Okay, Mistress, whatever you say,” Mary nodded, curious what she meant by that.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened, so Mary turned and walked out, careful to act casual, politely greeting the lady walking in just before letting out a soft moan as she left… instantly understanding what Mistress Gloria meant by ‘interesting’.
With each step, the contraption inside Mary, which she’d never seen, moved around stimulating her from the inside. She had to focus completely on not moaning and hurrying back downstairs as she heard the music had started without her… which made her feel slightly guilty. When she got there, Alyssa, a high school senior and a sweet, talented redhead, was playing in her place.
More guilt coursed through her. Alyssa had talent and played piano at the very rare times Mary was ill or gone (until her senior year she had always accompanied her parents when they did special sermons in other communities), but this was one of Mary’s assigned roles in the church. She picked the hymns, she was the leader… and she had just failed to lead.
Yet, after the guilt washed through her, a sudden realization hit her. This was The Lord’s work. She was late because she was serving Him and He was obviously giving her a message that she had to allow others into His complex workings. He had many sheep, including Alyssa, and they all needed the opportunity to serve Him.
So instead of going and replacing Alyssa when the first hymn ended, Mary sat down in the second pew where she could see and be seen by the musicians, and she watched and listened. When Alyssa looked her a question when the hymn was done, Mary just nodded with an encouraging smile, indicating that she should carry on.
Alyssa’s face lit up; she loved playing the piano for The Lord, but seldom got to do it because Mary was more experienced, the Minister’s daughter, a better pianist and almost always there.
Mary decided then and there as she watched Alyssa play with joy and wonder, that she would talk to her after and suggest they take turns. Alyssa would love that!
It was just common sense. Mary was going to college in the fall and all the college choices she had at the moment were substantially further away than just a commute. Alyssa would be commuting from home for college, so she was a logical choice to take over Mary’s musical duties.
The reality, now that she thought of it, was that Mary should be training the young lady, not only to become more active on the piano, but also leading the choir, as she was almost certainly going to replace her anyway. Alyssa was a fine musician and singer, but because of Mary’s superior talents in those same areas, she hadn’t had as much chance to develop them as she could have. Mary decided to make Alyssa her protégé and take a hand in grooming her for an exciting future.
So Mary just sang the hymns which, when she wasn’t also playing the piano was a very different activity… oddly liberating like everything else had become lately.
Gloria, surprised to see Mary in the congregation and not on the dais, moved her hand into her purse and switched on the vibrating egg she had slid inside her pet.
As Mary sang … her entire body suddenly shook as the thing inside her started buzzing, distracting her into singing out of tune. As she leaned forward, holding onto the front lip of her pew for support, she tried to keep singing even as intense pleasure began to stimulate her from the inside.
Gloria kept it on low. Her goal wasn’t to humiliate her pet, it was to gradually stimulate her to the brink of lust through a slow burning tease for the next hour… as her pussy juice marinated into a succulent lunch for sumptuous dining when Mary arrived at Gloria’s house shortly after church… just like a roast simmering to its peak in a slow cooker (a terrible simile but one that seemed to fit).
Singing was becoming nearly impossible for Mary as the pleasure inside, even though it was subtle, was making it hard for her to focus… even though she knew every word of the hymn… a hymn she herself had chosen for today.
Gloria watched from an angle so she could watch Mary’s facial expressions, so she could watch her struggle… a struggle she already planned to parallel with the tests given to the disciples of The Lord.
Mary opened her legs slightly wider, so the thing inside fit inside her more gently, making its impact slightly less intense. It was only with an effort that she refrained from rubbing herself.
And for two more hymns Mary sang as best she could, as she fought the temptation to masturbate herself to completion right there in the midst of the congregation, or to scurry out and pleasure herself in a washroom. No… this was Mistress Gloria testing her, and although she was enjoying the pleasure, she assumed that she was supposed to ride out the storm… at least until the service was over and in private she could fly into the sensuous embrace of her Mistress.
Once the hymns were done, Gloria shut the egg off, not wanting anyone near her horny, red faced pet to hear the telltale buzzing.
Mary was surprised when the vibrating stopped… partly thankful (she was worried she might come right there in church and attract everyone’s attention if it kept going throughout the service) and partly frustrated (as she wanted to see if she could control her body and hold back her orgasm for as long as she could and earn her Mistress’s praise).
After the announcements, a prayer, and the offering plate, the sermon began. This minister was all fire and brimstone just like Mary’s father, focusing on ultimate loyalty to God and the church.
Mary listened, or tried to listen; her curiosity about what Mistress Gloria was planning for her kept popping into her head… even though she had no idea other than she assumed she would finally be allowed to taste her Mistress’s heavenly sensation again… and hopefully she would get her bothered box lapped too.
Mary fidgeted through the entire service, fading in and out, as she tried to not think about her burning pussy and her hunger for The Lord’s juices…
Once the sermon had finished and the next hymn was announced, Mary nodded to Alyssa to again play piano. Mary stood up as the music began, and instantly the buzzing resumed.
Mary was happy to feel the pleasure again… knowing her Mistress was giving her the gift of God right here in His place of worship.
Two services ago she would have been mortified by such an experience, but since the discovery of The Lord’s true gifts bestowed only to women she found this exhilarating and true worship.
She declared, partially as cover for her obvious excitement, partially in true exultation, as the introduction to the hymn played, “Praise The Lord!”
Others followed, repeating Mary’s sudden enthusiastic declaration.
Mary blushed and smiled at the congregants following her even as the buzzing suddenly increased in strength, forcing a moan out of her that was quite loud. She covered by moaning loudly, as she held onto the next pew for support, “Thank you, Lord!”
Gloria decided, since everyone seemed oblivious to the real reason Mary was so outspoken, she usually was rather reserved in church, to actually get her off right there in the church.
Thankfully, Mary’s hands were already tightly grabbing the pew as the vibrations inside became faster and so intense that instantly her orgasm erupted in her. “Yessssssss, God!” she screamed and moaned, such that anyone really paying attention would have known that the teen was in the midst of an orgasm: the moans, the red cheeks, the trembling body.
And at least a couple of experienced people did. Cassandra, the mayor’s wife, glanced curiously over at Gloria and saw her eyes transfixed on Mary and instantly knew exactly what was happening. Gloria had shoved a vibrating egg in Cassandra during the annual Mayor’s Christmas banquet where she had helplessly come twice… once during dinner at a table of eight, drawing curious looks from them all as she twitched in ecstasy and spilled her water glass, and the second time after having given her usual Christmas greetings, just as she had resumed her seat and the crowd’s attention had gone to someone else. At that moment she had experienced an extremely personal ‘Joy to the World’. She had barely managed to restrain her joy to a soft “Mmmmmmph!” that very few people noticed.
The other perceptive person was the seven months pregnant Carol, who was instantly horny by what she witnessed… actually she was always horny the past couple of weeks… although her husband wouldn’t fuck her for psychological reasons. Mary’s rapturous behaviour could only be explained if Gloria had added her to the secret society… which would be the ultimate coup!!
Gloria allowed the vibrations to ricochet inside the teen for a few more seconds before she abruptly shut the toy off.
Carol glanced over and saw Gloria’s eyes transfixed on Mary with pleased satisfaction, and knew instantly that Mary had indeed joined the society.
Mary’s pussy juice was leaking out of her and she was thankful she’d been allowed to wear a thong today… or there may have been a puddle of evidence underneath her, and perhaps even a buzzing thingie!
The elderly Mrs. Beckingsal reached over and rubbed Mary’s back as she comforted her, “That’s it, Mary, let The Lord rush through you like a cleansing wind.”
Mary couldn’t help but smile at the woman’s accidentally very true words. She just nodded, too weak to speak, her body still trembling from the pleasure inside… a pleasure still pulsating in waves… as if The Lord was blessing her with complete euphoria as she surrendered and gave herself to Him in His house of worship.
Gloria smiled at the wicked act that she had precipitated in the house of The Lord… one that she was confident would cement her mental manipulation of Mary even more.
Mary just allowed her body to become one with The Lord… a secret trust that was only between her and Him… and her Mistress.
When the hymn ended and the congregation began filing out, Mary remained standing, her knees shaking, clutching the front pew for support. Mrs. Beckingsal remained standing next to Mary and whispered, “No hurry, my dear. Just be with Him.”
Mary nodded, as she admitted through her heavy breathing, “The Lord’s blessings just make me so happy it takes my breath away.”
“He does that for all who follow him,” the older woman agreed with an understanding smile. Or actually a smile, which was offered because she thought she understood. Mary was relieved to take it at face value.
Mary nodded, as her body still felt spasms, the aftermath of glory, “He gives and gives and gives.”
“That he does, my child.”
After a long pause while she recuperated from her all-consuming orgasm Mary finally said, “Thank you.”
“No problem,” the older lady nodded. “I always enjoy witnessing when someone becomes one with The Lord.”
Mary weakly began walking forward to compliment Alyssa for her playing. Reaching her, she said, “You’re very good.”
“Thank you,” the younger girl replied timidly… Mary a mere five days older than Alyssa.
“I think we should take turns playing from now on,” Mary continued, wanting to be able to sneak away as needed, while also doing what was best for the church long term.
“Really?” Alyssa said excitedly, always frustrated to play second fiddle to Mary all these years… not in a jealous way, Alyssa was as sweet as Mary, but in an ‘I wish I was as good as Mary’ kind of way.
“I’m going away for college soon,” Mary explained, before adding, “and we’ll need someone to replace me and you definitely have the ability.”
“Oh my, thank you,” Alyssa said.
“Plus, you’re going to college here, correct?” Mary asked.
“I am,” Alyssa nodded, her family not able to afford a school and accommodations for her far away.
“And let’s work together on leading the choir,” Mary added, “you have such a lovely voice and you’re such a great sight-reader, you would be a great help to the other singers; when it’s time, you should replace me doing that too, and it would be good to give you some experience conducting before you’re doing it alone.” It wasn’t really Mary’s place to decide on a choir director, but she was sure that her father wouldn’t mind. He had always trusted Mary’s judgement in musical matters.
“Wow, really?” Alyssa was almost jumping up and down, she was so excited.
“Let’s work together for next week’s service,” Mary offered.
“For sure,” Alyssa agreed.
“Great,” Mary smiled, before giving her a hug and heading out, looking for Mistress Gloria.
Gloria was chatting with Carol, who could be a pest, always wanting to know Gloria’s secrets, “You got Mary, didn’t you?”
“Moi?” Gloria asked, playing innocent.
“How? When?” Carol asked, in awe of Gloria’s gift of seduction… even as she recalled being seduced by her a couple years ago after a candle party where her flame was lit in a way she hadn’t known existed. Her curiosity about other women’s girly parts had been zero before she discovered herself in a sixty-nine in the back of her minivan, but once Gloria had introduced her, she had instantly become an enthusiastic student.
“Another time, another place,” Gloria answered, realizing some unintended consequences of her most recent excitement. Over time, all in the secret society would learn of Mary’s seduction and Gloria’s belief that she was the next one… but not yet… not until her training was complete. One thing that concerned Gloria was the possibility that she might overwhelm Mary by going too fast.
Carol nodded, bummed not to hear the story immediately, but understanding that Mistress Gloria knew best, and she would learn the story when the situation was more discrete. That said, Mary! Wow! Mary was the least likely young woman in the community to be seduced, and yet obviously she had been… which meant no one was off limits… this excited the eager secret lesbian as maybe one day, sooner than imagined, Gloria and the secret society’s revolution would explode into public view. That would be a glorious day and perhaps sooner than she’d originally envisioned!
Carol, giddy with possibilities, surveyed the church, wondering who she could recruit to the cause… after perusing the room, she decided to try and seduce Hannah, the newly married redhead… that would definitely make Mistress Gloria proud. Carol had only added two women to the cause in her two years… both lengthy seductions that included many low-voiced conversations over coffee and cautious planting of seeds until finally going for the kill by bringing Gloria into the picture to consummate the conquest… plus God, did she need her twat tickled.
Carol decided then and there that she would prove her merit by bringing a newly turned pet into the fold… a gift for Mistress Gloria to prove her worthiness.
Gloria headed out to the lobby, giving Mary a slight head bob.
Mary noticed, and her body tingled with excitement… even as her orgasm finally seemed to have completed its course.
As Mary walked, the toy inside her moved around, keeping her stimulated.
Mary was delayed by at least half a dozen people chatting with her about her parents or asking about her surprising outburst.
Mary explained, each time, that The Lord was speaking to her, giving her a sudden clarity of purpose. She was, of course, overjoyed, and she was sorry if anyone had worried about her.
Each parishioner nodded in approval, oblivious to what really had happened, and added to Mary’s agitation as she desperately wanted to leave the church and go worship another of The Lord’s creations… the one that dwelled below the waist of Mistress Gloria.
Gloria texted Mary: Meet me at my house whenever you can get out of here.
Finally, over twenty minutes later, Mary was outside, alone in the fresh air and still horny.
She walked the couple of blocks to Mistress Gloria’s… recalling how her life had changed so dramatically just eight days ago as she’d made this exact same walk… although this time her purpose was different, and yet not really.
During the entire walk the toy inside her stimulated her pussy, a constant reminder of the pleasure The Lord created for women… for her.
Once she arrived, she knocked and Mistress Gloria opened a couple of seconds later, “Come on in, my pet.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” Mary replied, entering the home in which her internal revolution had begun just eight days ago. Eight days… yet it seemed like an eternity. Mary smiled at how innocent and naïve she’d been just eight days ago. Mistress Gloria had opened a whole new world to her, one that she had dived into head first.
Gloria closed the door and asked, “Did you enjoy the special gift The Lord gave you during the service?”
Mary, her cheeks going red at the reminder, nodded with a grin, “He was very generous.”
Gloria, deciding to advance her pet’s knowledge even more, explained, “You mean She.”
“Pardon?” Mary asked, confused by the pronoun correction.
“Our Lord is undoubtedly female,” Gloria said rather matter-of-factly, as if her words were common sense… drawing her pet even deeper into her long-term cause… the feminist revolution.
“Really?” Mary asked, the idea that God could be a female something she had never even considered as a possibility.
“Why not?” Gloria asked. “There is no actual evidence that The Lord has ever been male other than masculine presumptions by presumptuous men. They introduced the notion many centuries ago and enforced it with their superior upper body strength and pugnacious attitudes. It’s much easier to convince someone that nonsense is true if you frighten them, then get away with writing all the books for a while.”
“I guess,” Mary said, trying to process this… a new idea that she found harder to accept than all that had been presented to her in the past week.
“Seriously,” Gloria continued, seeing the fog of questioning that was filling Mary. The girl may be naïve and innocent, but she was far from stupid, and deserved a full explanation. “Really think about it. First, only women can give life.”
“True,” Mary nodded. She had always believed it was a blessing to be a woman and to be able to give birth and present to the world (and to The Lord) the ultimate gift… a new follower.
“Only a female Lord would give you the pleasure you have experienced recently. A man’s orgasm lasts a few seconds at the most, while ours can last for minutes. With the rare exception, a man can only come once before needing to recover for at least a few hours, while most women, especially women faithful to The Lord, can enjoy multiple orgasms lickety split, so to speak.”
“True,” Mary nodded, all this making sense to her… although the sudden theological shift was still a challenge.
“And The Lord is loving and compassionate, like many women,” Gloria added, “not warlike and testosterone-driven, like many men. Of course I’m over-generalising, but the basic point remains.”
Knowing her mother was a lot more compassionate then her father, and her female teachers a lot more understanding than the males, Mary again could see and agree with Mistress Gloria’s point. But then a question hit her. “Then why has She allowed society to assume She is male, and allowed centuries of civilisation o be dominated by men, while women have suffered?”
Gloria nodded understandingly, expecting such a question. “That is a question you will have to ask Her when the time comes. But I do have a theory.”
“Okay,” Mary nodded, curious to hear it, Mistress Gloria offering her insights about religion in a week that her father hadn’t revealed in eighteen years.
“It’s a test of faith,” Gloria explained. “We are put on earth to overcome and persevere, and by so doing, arrive one step closer to our Saviour.”
“That makes sense,” Mary nodded, the rationale of a female God suddenly making logical sense. Why hadn’t she considered this before? The answer: because of a male dominant church and centuries of lies. This made Mary angry.
Gloria saw her pet’s expression shift from disbelief, to confusion, to wonder and now to anger. She asked, “What’s wrong, my pet? Have I told you too much, too soon?”
“No,” Mary shook her head. “But I’ve just realized my entire life has been filled with lies spawned and manipulated by men.”
“That is a clarity most women don’t discover until it is too late,” Gloria responded, thrilled by her pet’s reaction, displaying a mental acuity that buttressed her confidence that Mary was the next one.
“I guess,” Mary sighed, “but I’m actually quite angry at the church, and particularly my father.”
Gloria went over and gave Mary a hug. “Oh honey, your father is just following in the footsteps of thousands before him… millions actually. He is a good man, he treats your mother with respect, and he’s oblivious to the harm his parroting of inherited doctrine is doing to you and all the women in this community. He sincerely thinks he’s protecting you from sin, when the truth is that sex is not a sin at all, but the ultimate way to awaken your soul and get closer to God.”
“I guess,” Mary said, melting in her Mistress’s maternal arms.
“And where men see sex as an act of pleasure, women see sex as an act of worship… the lucky women who learn the truth, that is,” Gloria finished, taking her pet’s hand and leading her to the bedroom.
Mary pondered the wise words of her Mistress. As she processed them, her purpose on earth suddenly occurred to her. A chill went up her spine as clarity found her. She said, so excited to share this epiphany with her mentor and Mistress, “So my purpose in life is to guide women to the truth!”
Gloria felt an identical chill go up her own spine. That was exactly how she saw Mary… the next one. And maybe even the one. She nodded, as she turned to face the naïve, sweet girl. “Mary, the moment you entered my home last week I knew you were the one.”
“The one?” Mary asked, looking questioningly into her Mistress’s eyes.
“Yes,” Gloria nodded. She then paused. She hadn’t planned to tell Mary about the secret society or the role she saw Mary playing in turning a small movement into a revolution. Yet, it was like The Lord Herself had been manipulating Gloria to prepare Mary for her Divine Destiny. So after a pause, she said, “Come sit on the edge of the bed, my dear.”
Mary was surprised and worried by Mistress Gloria’s sudden shift of tone. Of course, she obeyed.
“What I’m about to tell you may surprise you,” Gloria began, as she joined the teen on the edge of her bed.
“Okay,” Mary nodded nervously.
“I’m the leader of a secret society,” Gloria began, deciding to pace the reveal slowly, allowing each new piece of information to marinate inside the young teen’s head before unveiling the next.
Mary heard the words, but didn’t understand them. What exactly was a ‘secret society?’
Gloria kept adding small puzzle pieces to the big picture as she explained, “I have spent the last several years slowly adding followers to the cause.”
Mary nodded, already assuming she wasn’t the only one Mistress Gloria had re-educated. Although if she were honest with herself it did make her slightly jealous. Plus there were Principal Jones and Mrs. Walker presumably filling leadership roles.
“But you, my dear,” Gloria continued, as she put her hand on the teen’s nylon-clad leg, “are special.”
“I am?” Mary asked, her Mistress’s welcome hand sending a gush of wetness into her already wet thong.
“Oh Mary,” Gloria said. “You don’t even begin to understand how special you are, do you?”
“I guess not,” Mary said.
“Oh Mary,” Gloria repeated, as her hand slid under her dress/skirt and to her very, very dripping thong, “You have the potential to eventually lead the entire revolution.”
“Revolution? Lead?” Mary questioned, with a moan as Mistress Gloria’s fingers touched her pussy.
“Yes, remember your earlier words?”
“Which ones?”
“You said, ‘So my purpose in life is to guide women to the truth’,” Gloria repeated the teen’s earlier revelation word perfect. Those words had immediately penetrated to her very soul.
“Yes,” Mary nodded, having said them… and meant them… just a couple of minutes ago.
“Those are the heraldic words of a revolutionary. Those are the prophetic words of a woman who is ready to infiltrate the male-dominated system, subvert whatever is unjust, and lead an entire gender to freedom. Those are words that will inspire and lead the upcoming revolution.”
“What revolution?” Mary asked, trying to listen even as Mistress Gloria’s fingers were searching around inside her wet pussy trying to extract the magical toy from church.
“The God-inspired revolution where women finally ascend to their rightful place at the top of the hierarchy,” Gloria explained, as she finally succeeded in pulling the vibrating egg out of the teen’s pussy and decided she would up the ante of this momentous occasion while she elaborated on the history of the cause. She stood up and instructed, “Please get undressed; I’ll be right back.”
“Do I keep the nylons on?” Mary asked, excited for play time with her Mistress.
“Of course, my pet,” Gloria nodded, “always,” as she went to her phone and texted Carol: You seemed pretty horny today. Get your ass over to my place right now!!
Carol was having brunch with a couple of friends at a restaurant, neither of whom knew of the secret society, as she was pondering if maybe she shouldn’t find a way to seduce one of them. She saw Gloria’s text and her cunt instantly was tingling. She lied, “Ladies, I’m so sorry, but I’m suddenly not feeling well.”
Her friends asked what was wrong, but she used the pregnancy excuse and headed out with an exaggerated stagger, texting back: I’m on my way!!
As she rushed heavily to her car… no stagger… a chill went up Carol’s spine at the possibility Mary might be there… although truthfully she didn’t care as long as someone got her off. She needed to come and bad. She texted back: Yes, I’ll be there in a few.
Gloria responded unnecessarily: Hurry!!
Carol got into her car as soon as she could, which with her baby bump sure wasn’t as easy as anyone would think, before speeding off to Gloria’s… figuring if she got stopped she would use the ‘imminent baby’ excuse.
Gloria grabbed her laptop and returned to Mary, who was now naked except the thigh highs, sitting back on the edge of the bed. Gloria smiled, “She certainly gave you a gorgeous body, didn’t She?”
Mary looked down at her perky breasts and trim legs and nodded, “I guess She did.”
“No guessing, my pet,” Gloria corrected, returning to the bed. “The Lord gave you exactly what She believed you would need to flourish under Her command.”
Mary liked that theory. She nodded, “You’re right, Mistress. She definitely did.” Acknowledging her obvious beauty wasn’t vanity; she had done nothing to obtain it, and it was becoming obvious that this gift from God wasn’t there to give her privileges, but responsibilities.
Gloria added, “And you have been given the rare gift of being a squirter, and the even rarer gift of a pussy that is heavenly in both scent and taste.”
Mary was flattered by the compliment. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“You’re welcome,” Gloria said, pulling her into another hug… savouring the sweetness and vulnerability of this glorious teen.
After a lengthy pause, Mary asked, “May I lick you, Mistress? I know from experience that I’m not the only delicious squirter in this room.”
Gloria smiled, as she moved up on her bed and leaned against three pillows, “Mmmmmm, I was going to share with you the history of the revolution, but that can wait until you get your pussy fix.”
Mary instantly got excited as she crawled between Gloria’s nylon-clad legs and said, “Thank you, Mistress. I’ve been craving this all week.”
“I know you have,” Gloria smiled, loving how addicted the teen was. What she had to do next was a balancing act: to keep her dependent on her cunt, but also to teach her the skills to gradually become a dominant… skills she would eventually need in order to lead.
Mary buried her face in the wet shaved pussy, realizing she hadn’t yet shaved hers… making a mental note to ask Mistress how to do it later. Knowing there was no hurry this afternoon, no further appointments, no parents to report to, Mary leisurely explored every fold of her Mistress’s pussy lips, wanting to worship every inch of her sumptuous snatch.
Gloria moaned, “That’s it, my pet. Worship The Lord’s creation.”
And for a few minutes Mary did exactly that. She probed, she sucked, she licked, she kissed, she tasted, she worshipped.
Gloria relaxed and enjoyed the eager teen who was already well on her way to becoming an experienced pussy pleaser.
As her orgasm was close, Gloria heard the front door open and close. She pulled Mary deeper into her cunt and waited for Carol to enter. Once Carol arrived in the bedroom doorway, Gloria pointed to the teen.
Carol nodded, pleased to see she was indeed right, it was Mary between Gloria’s legs. She walked over to the bed, crawled behind the teen on all fours and placed her hands on the girl’s hips.
Mary’s eyes went wide, but Gloria’s trusted hands on her head kept her in place as she wondered who was touching her. Who was suddenly licking her? Was it Mrs. Walker?
Being pregnant, getting in a comfortable position was awkward, but Carol pushed through the discomfort and insinuated her tongue into the teen’s wet pussy.
Gloria began to grind slowly on the teen’s face, wanting to get off, then wanting to continue Mary’s history lesson before she gave Mary a lesson in fucking.
Mary kept licking, sensing Gloria was close while she was now herself being licked. She tried to focus on Mistress Gloria and not the woman licking her pussy, confident that whoever was there was also a loyal follower of the secret society she had just learned about.
Carol had eaten a fair amount of pussy since submitting to Gloria, and other than Gloria’s, no pussy had ever delivered such a sweet intoxicating scent and such an instantly addictive taste as this new one.
Gloria finally came, giving her teen submissive the facial flood of woman-cum she had been craving.
Mary eagerly lapped up the heavenly cum that was blessed to her… enjoying another orgasmic baptism.
Gloria held onto Mary’s head throughout her orgasm, before releasing it, meeting Mary’s eyes and saying, “My pet, I have three gifts for you.”
“You do?” Mary moaned, the expert tongue licking she was receiving getting her very excited.
“The first is already happening,” Gloria said, pointing behind the teen.
Mary looked behind her, curious about who was licking her.
“Say hi, Carol,” Gloria ordered.
Carol reluctantly moved up from the delicious pussy so Mary could see her face before smiling, “Hi, Mary.”
Mary’s eyes went wide with shock again at seeing the pregnant friend of her mother’s behind her. “H-h-hi Mrs. Susat.”
“Now come and lie beside me, my pet,” Gloria instructed.
“Yes, Mistress,” Mary agreed, as she moved up, and turned onto her back.
“Come have some brunch, Carol,” Gloria instructed.
“Yes, Mistress,” Carol eagerly replied, wanting to get back to lapping that great box lunch.
Mary spread her legs and watched the pregnant woman eagerly crawl between her legs.
Gloria explained, “You will have many women lining up to crawl between your legs once they learn you’ve been blessed with a cunt from heaven.”
“Really?” Mary moaned, as Carol resumed licking.
“It’s a guarantee,” Gloria answered, as she reached for her laptop, opened it up and handed it to Mary. “This is your second gift: a brief history I’m writing to inspire young women to understand the history of women and the future that lies ahead. Please note it’s only a rough draft, and requires more research.”
“Okay,” Mary whimpered, Mrs. Susat’s tongue making her feel really good.
“Slow down, slut,” Gloria scolded. “You’re just supposed to keep Mary’s pussy simmering. Fireworks can come later.”
“Sorry, Mistress,” Carol apologized, slowing down.
“Sorry, Mary,” Gloria apologized, seeing Mary looking confused from the use of the word ‘slut’, “The word ‘slut’ is sometimes a disciplinary term for disobedience, and at other times a term of endearment for an eager pussy worshipper.”
“Oh, okay,” Mary said, the word having had only negative connotations before now.
“I’ll explain the various uses of language later, my pet, but for now just read this brief history,” Gloria said, knowing she would be using some extremely foul language when she took Mary’s virginity a little later. Hopefully Mary would too.
“Okay,” Mary nodded, as she began to read.
THE LIBERATION REVOLUTION
People often think a revolution is a sudden explosion of change… but that is only the finale. An effective revolution is a long, slow journey that eventually results in massive change.
The Industrial Revolution was the culmination of decades of men trying to make their lives easier… this led to centuries of constant small advancements in technology that eventually made the world what it is today… reliant on machines and with a diminishing need for men (more on that later).
The French Revolution resulted from centuries of undemocratic rule by the privileged who ruled at the expense of the masses using the justification of ‘the divine right of kings’. Similar revolutions, although not always labeled as such, led to the end of ridiculously unjust race laws and practices in America a couple centuries later, and women finally emerging from being little more than possessions owned by men, to people entitled at least in theory to equal rights (more entitled in theory than practice, but more on that later too).
The American Revolution wasn’t really about a tax on tea, which was just a convenient excuse to get things going… but was an attempt to liberate the colonists from the ruthless, entitled British who still believed they were the most powerful country in the world (it’s now hard to believe there was a time when that was the case). Eight years later and America was a sovereign nation that would gradually become the economic and military giant she is now.
The Russian Revolution was centuries in the making, as peasants were desperate to own their own land… a promise that was too tempting to disbelieve when Lenin promised ‘Peace, Land and Bread’. Unfortunately, Russia just shifted from one form of dictatorship to another, embracing very misleading labels to pretend that the masses were beneficiaries of justice, and the world is still paying the price.
There were many other revolutions in history we could discuss, but these all pale in comparison to the impact of the Liberation Revolution that is finally beginning to liberate women from five thousand years of subjugation, humiliation and control…
Chapter 1:
There is no one who can pinpoint or agree when society began to change from one of unmitigated male dominance, as there was no one moment, no one person…it was, in many ways, a natural progression towards the way God really wanted the world to be.
Contrary to popular belief, God didn’t create men and women as equals. Contrary to another wide swath of popular belief, God also didn’t create women to serve men.
She created men to be big and strong for manual labour and to worship God’s greatest creation… women.
If you really think about it and get past the male manipulated version of history, even the male’s sexual contribution to the perpetuation of the race is minimal, and is at most a gift to the woman… an offering.
Who did God make beautiful? Women!
To whom did God give the power of creating life? Women!
Who lives longer? Women! Why? Because once men are no longer able to fulfill their two sole purposes on earth: produce usable semen to populate the world, and manual labour… their purpose on earth is completed and their bodies may as well shut down…
Many times throughout history women have tried to reclaim their rightful place on the top of the social hierarchy only to be squelched by the dominant insecurity of men who knew they were inferior to women and knew once woman took control, life would forever change for them.
Who wrote the Bible? Men. A document that does lots of good in some ways, but was primarily written and used by arrogant men to keep women in their subservient place through false manipulation of The Lord’s true purpose.
What was done to Joan of Arc after she demonstrated she could battle like a man and win? She was burned at the fucking stake by men fearing a threat to the power they unfairly wielded.
Nellie McClung stated during the suffrage movement, “That seems to be a haunting fear of mankind – that the advancement of women will sometime, someway, someplace, interfere with some man’s comfort.” Of course, that was exactly the fear of men… once women got rights, the power shift would begin, and once the flame was lit it would only be a matter of time before the fire consumed men entirely.
The same thing happened with the treatment of the African or black race who were suppressed for centuries by fearful white men… but alas, that is an entirely different topic, although it is one that is slowly changing as women take the lead in seeing all races as beautiful and worth celebrating for their diversity and distinct differences.
No doubt though, the 20th century was the beginning of a long, hard-fought change that happened as slow as molasses, but in fact this glacial progress was in the long run beneficial, because although each change was heavily scrutinized and resisted by men, each one became an irresistible and irrevocable step toward the utopian world we will one day enjoy … and much sooner than men can even begin to fathom. In fact, prior to the 20th century the few attempts to promote a feminine approach more quickly, such as the teachings of Jesus, or the Elizabethan era and Renaissance, were effective and beneficial for only a generation or so, then were ruthlessly stamped out in the next generation, to restore the almost unbroken rule of men.
The right for women and other non-land-owners to vote was a hard fought struggle that finally opened the door to so much more.
World War 1 also accidentally helped woman, because when so many men were killed off in battle, the women had to emerge from being barefoot in the kitchen and join the workforce… Alas, men and the governments primarily controlled by men quickly suppressed that advance when the war was over and the population had time to rebalance its proportions.
The flapper movement began celebrating female beauty, which triggered the silent sexual revolution that slyly began to infiltrate the male dominated society as women began using their bodies and the gifts God gave them to manipulate men who always thought with the wrong head. (It’s far easier to get excited about lively gals in short, skimpy dresses than by dignified matrons with their feminine bodies hidden away behind whalebone corsets, voluminous ankle-length dresses and enormous bustles.)
Unfortunately, the female movement took a big step backwards with the temperance movement that failed miserably and pushed back the momentum the right to vote had created.
After the Great Depression where progress on all fronts stalled for a decade, the idea of left wing philosophy began to spread throughout the world… the idea that we needed to look after all of society including women… but of course rich men, fearing a threat to their power, called that communism and then Fascism attempted to take over the world and half a decade of war began… stopping the brief movement to equality.
World War 2 again saw progress as women returned to the work force and this time even helped fight the war itself.
Ironically, the male creation of pin-up girls that were seen all over the world during the war accidently rejuvenated the evolution of woman using their beauty to corrupt the male driven world (something that had crashed to a halt during the great depression).
When this war ended, women didn’t just submissively return to their domesticated life, although governments tried to make it look that way with the so-called wholesome perception of the 1950s… with the wife at home and the man at work. The wife cooked, cleaned and raised the kids and then had the husband’s slippers and pipe and scotch ready after his HARD day at work. Christ, girls were even taught in school how to be a good wife with a ‘Good House Wife’s Guide’ that included 18 tips for wives to make the house a happy home (clearly before the ‘happy wife, happy life’ motto was coined).
But underneath the facade of household utopia was a growing underbelly of woman fighting for power. (Read the 1950s series by silkstockingslover to see what the housewives were REALLY doing during this so-called ‘Ozzy and Harriet’ time… my own grandmother was the legendary dominant Mistress Madison.)
Women working as secretaries often knew the shameful secrets of their corrupt male employers. Sure, they often had to suck them off and sometimes do the things the wholesome wives wouldn’t (including taking it in the ass… trust me, the journey to where we are now includes many, many sacrifices made by our foremothers… the first feminists).
The price paid to become an undercover mole in the male dominated world was high: these women had to break their moral code by sacrificing their bodies for the eventual good of the cause.
But these sacrifices paid off…slowly… very, very slowly. Women now worked in all fields: from government, to law, to the movie industry where they were seen as nothing more than beautiful women for men to stare at, to harass sexually and to fuck.
These women are heroes to us, fighting the fight when the odds were stacked against them.
Although everyone knows Marilyn Monroe from this era; another pioneer of using men’s lust to advance the cause of her sisters was Betty Page, who shocked the world with her edgy pictures and films (sure they would be tame in comparison to the 21st century extreme kink of the Internet, but back in the 1950s she was fighting the establishment, standing up for the sexuality of women by her provocative tantalizing measures that would pave the way for the 1960s sexual revolution).
The 1960s was a decade of revolution, and although it is mostly remembered for the assassinations of Kennedy, Evers, King, and another Kennedy, for the Cuban Missile Crisis, the Cold War and the fight for the end of segregation, hidden quietly away from the headlines was the fight for female rights.
After the slow meandering movement in the 1970s (although watch ‘Three’s Company’ or ‘Charlie’s Angels’ now and notice how the sex sells movement began, or the Farrah Fawcett poster that every teenage boy had on his wall, or Bo Derek in ’10’), the 1980s led to the fashion boom that saw women really use clothing to entice and entrap the single-minded male psyche. Whether it be Olivia Newton John and her leotard in the “Let’s Get Physical” video, Madonna doing just about anything, Catherine Bach and her daisy dukes with out-of-character pantyhose underneath, Suzanne Somers and her thigh master and the creation of the mini skirt, women were discovering the empowering tactics that fashion could provide, enabling them to climb the ladder whether it be in the work force, finding a husband to manipulate with subtle wiles, or just flaunting the true feminine beauty that past generations had forced them to hide away.
The 1990s rap culture seemed to try to put women back in their place with their masculine I’m-the-best-there-is sexist lyrics and videos, but women went along for the ride as they continued to use their looks and their bodies to be successful. Mariah Carey in her all her videos but especially her self-directed video on roller skates in ‘Fantasy’, the Spice Girls in general as somehow empowering girl power, and Cindy Crawford and the rise of the super model.
But then the 21st century started and everything culminated into the perfect storm.
Beyonce’s booty, Megan Fox in general and silly reality TV shows like America’s Top Model had women all over the place: TV, music, movies… the revolution was revving up, and no one had a clue.
Shows like ‘The Talk’ and ‘The View’ were aired during the daytime to empower women and slyly, slowly, begin the quiet revolution. So quietly that men never knew what hit them, since they were so focused on the discovery of internet porn.
Soon women were in positions of power in all fields from government, to corporate CEO’s, judges, studio presidents, the military, etc. and the men were about to be overthrown and had no clue.
Then the dominos started falling:
All female movies like ‘Bridesmaids’ and the 2016 Ghostbusters female led reboot became huge hits, sideswiping the male dominated leads that had usually topped the box office.
Bruce Jenner, a symbol of male superiority through athletics (1970s Olympics) transitioned into a woman named Caitlyn Jenner and became a television sensation.
Kim Kardashian and her 47 million twitter followers and almost daily scandals.
Sexuality, a taboo conversation for decades, for centuries even, became a topic of household conversation and ‘straight’ people were in danger of becoming a minority group.
Girls had sex with girls.
Guys had sex with guys… returning to a centuries-old history where it was common to have sex with other men (Craigslist and other sites making it easy for straight men to explore their secret taboo curiosity to suck cock or be a bottom… with the number of men becoming cock suckers doubling every year from 2010 forward). This was known in some circles as the cock sucking silent revolution, as over half of the men in society secretly sucked cock, bottomed for cock, got sex from other males, or became sissies (some call this the sissy revolution… as many men ‘came out’, openly admitting they wanted to be treated like a woman… dress like a woman… be used like a woman… tons of evidence can easily be found on sites like Tumblr to prove this theory).
The Present & Future:
And now we are just beginning the pegging revolution which will turn the traditional household upside down, or in other words, ‘tits over ass’.
With women in positions of power over men in all fields, it was only a matter of time before reverse sexual harassment took place… where women objectified and used men!
It began slyly in the bedrooms where women manipulated the fragile egos of men to take control. Men have unknowingly been submissive (although they would never call it that) for decades in the family home (where women were usually in charge and men completed honey-do chores) and thus it was a natural progression for them also to become submissive in the bedroom.
Strong willed wives, online porn, male curiosity and natural submissiveness all will lead to making the motto ‘happy wife, happy life’, finally true in all aspects of society, including the bedroom.
A 2011 survey asked men ‘Have you or your partner ever used a strap-on during sex?’ Only 14.8% admitted to having allowed a woman to pound their backdoor, while another 23% said they might try it. (That adds up to 1/3).
In 2016 a new survey had the number at 23% having been pegged and another 30% would try it if given the opportunity (That is now over half and we are confident that number is low).
Being considered gay, reluctance to give away their power in the top vs. bottom sexual hierarchy, and meeting society’s expectations, were all reasons men gave for being against the idea of pegging… but the reality was that they were already on the losing end of the sexual revolution as their sexual lust controlled and overrode their so-called moral code.
From 2015 on there has been a massive increase in pegging curiosity and pegging activity, although it’s mostly done quietly and behind closed doors.
Guys wouldn’t be caught dead having a beer with the boys and talking about how they got pegged last night… but by 2017 over 40% of women surveyed said they either would or had already pegged a guy (only 16% had in 2011), while a whopping 80 percent would do it given the chance (only the extreme right wingers were still clinging to the outmoded values of 70 years ago).
And now pegging is taking off.
Just recently, celebrities in movies and sports have admitted to being pegged and loving it after the brief pegging in the Deadpool movie (if it was okay for Deadpool, then it was manly… LOL) and once that happened, the invisible dam condemning this so called perverse act was smashed to pieces and it became as common as the oral sex boom of the 1980s.
The fabric of society is changing and yet men still think they are in control… still oblivious that while they are sucking cock or being pegged, their wives and daughters are munching cunt and taking control by controlling the sexual power… altering the hierarchy while the men frolic with cock.
Soon… very soon… things will be different… they already are. Where it used to be the girl was expected to put out (first hand job, first blow job (including swallow or facial… spitting no longer an option if they wished to keep a guy) and then intercourse… usually all by the fifth date … it will soon be a question of which date it becomes socially acceptable for the man to invite his girl to peg him. And as the revolution continues, the expectations of women gain new ground.
Blow jobs by women will became less common, being perceived as a submissive activity and thus beneath the dignity of the 21st century woman.
Thus men, who have already been using Craigslist for over a decade to find guys to suck their cock or to suck cock, will became more reliant on each other for oral satisfaction.
Male secretaries will suddenly became popular, especially gay and bi-men, women finding that role demeaning, and their role will be to answer phones, file, suck cock and perhaps even eat pussy, but only if they’re lucky.
2017, my feminist followers, will be the year of the woman!
Join the Liberation Revolution!!
Mary had become so captivated by what she was reading, she briefly even forgot that her pussy was being licked.
Instead, Mary was fascinated as she read the real version of history, but she also became very annoyed. Annoyed by lies told through history. Annoyed by men fearing they would lose their unearned power. Annoyed at how long it had taken to achieve any momentum for the liberation revolution. On the other hand, Mary was inspired by the heroic women who had fought for the cause through difficult times, often taking two steps forward and then one back.
Gloria watched Mary’s facial expressions as she read… and as expected, annoyance seemed to be the main descriptor.
Carol just licked slowly, knowing she wasn’t supposed to get the teen off yet. A slowly licked pet never boils, which on this occasion was the desired result.
Mary had no idea what pegging was. Actually she had no idea what Craigslist was either. She was also shocked and amazed by the revelation that men had sex with men. How?
Finally finished, she looked to Mistress Gloria and said just one word, “Wow!”
“Wow, good?” Gloria asked. She had written this over the past month and had yet to show it to anyone… although she was proud of it and felt it could be the basis of a new feminist worldview Bible.
“It’s like Trump was right… everything I’ve read until now is ‘fake news,'” Mary answered.
Gloria laughed, “Well definitely a ‘fake history’.”
“Definitely,” Mary agreed, as she looked back at the last words: Liberation Revolution.
“And I believe that you my dear, will play a key role in the liberation of women,” Gloria added, just before snapping her fingers.
Carol heard the snapping and was well enough trained to know that it was a signal for her to stop.
Carol looked up and Gloria, who said, “You may go, slut. I texted Xanadu and you can go to her place for the orgasm you’re obviously craving desperately.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Carol reluctantly agreed, although she’d been hoping to finish Mary off… expecting her cum to be heavenly… although now excited to be able to get off soon herself. Six of one…
“Of course, you will say nothing to anyone about Mary, not even to members of our society,” Gloria added, even though the instruction was common sense. Carol got almost as distracted as a man when she was horny, so the reminder might be needed.
“Of course, Mistress,” Carol again agreed, before getting off the bed and leaving the bedroom.
Mary asked, curious about the use of the word ‘slut’, one she had always viewed as derogatory to girls… even when used by girls… especially when used by petty girls, “Mistress, why did you call her a slut?”
Gloria hadn’t even noticed she’d used the term again, having been careful around Mary so far. It was another thing she would have to explain to her at some point, and since everything seemed to be happening at an accelerated pace with Mary, so it might as well be now. She said, “Sometimes the word will be used in the heat of the moment to reinforce the sexual hierarchy between domme and submissive. But when used by women in the secret society, it is most often a symbol of worship, as well as a turn on to say and to be called.”
“Really?” Mary asked.
Gloria nodded, “Yes Mary, I am a slut. I am a sexy slut. A slut for The Lord. You too are a slut. A submissive slut. A slut for The Lord. It’s like a sexual litany. It’s an honorific that reminds both bestower and bestowed that we are sexual beings only by the grace of our Lord Goddess. When we lick each other’s pussies we also lick Hers, and give Her pleasure.”
Mary thought it was strange to be called a slut, but nodded, “Then I want to be the best slut The Lord Goddess has ever created.”
Gloria smiled, her hand slowly moving up towards her pet’s pussy, “Well, practice makes perfect, my holy slut.”
Mary asked, slightly disappointed no longer to have someone licking her pussy, but now excited to have her Mistress’s finger meandering up to her place of worship, “How many women in our community are part of this society?”
“Over fifty,” Gloria answered, before adding, “that just counts the women who currently live here. Over two hundred members overall.”
“Wow!” Mary said, her mind instantly wondering who in the community were involved, past and present.
As Gloria got off the bed, she continued, “And that doesn’t include any women seduced and brought into the fold by my pets.”
“Wow!” Mary repeated, in awe.
“And I’m just one of hundreds of women leading the revolution throughout the world,” Gloria added.
“No way,” Mary gasped.
“Oh yes, Mary, the revolution is already underway, and I hope to help teach you to be a leader in this revolution,” Gloria said, as she went to her closet and grabbed her strap-on.
“I’ll do whatever it takes,” Mary said, trying to process all this information… every day seeming to add more layers of surprise.
“Good girl,” Gloria said, as she attached the strap-on to herself and returned to the bed.
Mary saw the penis between her Mistress’s legs and gasped once again.
Gloria saw her pet’s open mouth and big eyes and said warmly, “Time to continue your training, my pet.” Here is your third gift of the afternoon.”
The naïve Mary asked, curious and confused, “Are you going to have sex with me with that penis thingie?”
Gloria got on the bed and corrected her pet, “The grown-up words are ‘I’m going to fuck the hell out of you with my strap-on cock’.”
“Oh,” was all Mary could say. Not only surprise after surprise, but layer upon layer of pleasures as well!
“Move onto all fours, my dear,” Gloria ordered.
“Yes, Mistress,” Mary quickly obeyed, her needy cunt already leaking from the anticipation of the imminent fuck.
“In today’s society men are becoming obsolete in the bedroom,” Gloria explained.
“Except for procreation,” Mary grinned.
“Actually… one day soon science will solve that purpose too, making men themselves completely redundant except for DNA codes stored in databases,” Gloria continued, as she moved behind her tight assed pet. “Although some women may decide to keep them around just for the fun of it.”
“Really?” Mary asked, trembling as she felt Gloria’s hands on her hips.
“It’s coming sooner than anyone could expect,” Gloria said, as she positioned the ‘cock-with-benefits-but-no-baggage’ at her pet’s pussy lips.
“Ohhhhh,” Mary moaned, as she felt the cock nudge between her lips.
“You want to get fucked, Mary?” Gloria asked, rubbing the cock up and down between the teen’s wet pussy lips.
“Yes, Mistress,” Mary moaned, thinking she had been saving her virginity for marriage… tongues, fingers, food, gadgets and vibrating washing machines excluded.
“Yes, what?” Gloria questioned, continuing to tease her virgin… for a few more seconds, anyway.
“Yes, Mistress, I want you to take my virginity,” Mary said, wanting nothing more than to give her cherished cherry to her Mistress, “I want you to fuck my pussy.”
“Good girl,” Gloria approved, as she kept teasing her, before she added, “But I want you to continue to talk dirty. Let yourself go and give into the pleasure.” She then slid the entire six inch cock inside her teen pet.
Mary moaned loudly, as Gloria slid in and out quickly five times. “Oh yes,” and then thought for a moment and added, “fuck!”
Gloria froze, buried deep inside her teen pet. She ordered, “Now tell me what you want, sexy.”
Mary couldn’t believe how different being fucked felt when it wasn’t her hand doing the work. It was completely different and so much more pleasurable to just let go and allow someone else to fuck her. So she was disappointed when the pleasure stopped almost as quickly as it had started. But she knew what her Mistress required of her to get things moving again.
“I want you to fuck me with that dick. Pound my cunt with that cock. Fuck me and make me your divine slut,” Mary recited, wanting that cock fucking her again… surprised how naturally such wicked words emerged from her mouth.
Gloria was rarely shocked… knowing the power of sex and how it could completely alter a person’s personality… but hearing those three nasty sentences from the virginal Mary was a shock. Yet, wanting to reward her pet for such obedience and lust, she did exactly as requested and began slamming her dick vigorously into the horny teen.
Mary had thought the pleasure of being eaten, or of fucking herself, or of the washing machine or of the vibrating thingie earlier in church was the most pleasure The Lord could give her. She was now learning quickly she had been wrong. Although the pleasure was different than a tongue, a fruit or vegetable, the machine and so forth, it was equally exhilarating. She knew instantly that human contact overrode anything she could do by herself.
Gloria listened to the teen’s moans, feeling her own sense of exhilaration both at taking the teen’s virginity, and also from the reality that Mary seemed more than eager to further the cause. Gloria couldn’t wait for the world secret society congress in a couple of months to share her written work and her belief she had found not only the next one but the one… of that she was now sure. She couldn’t explain it, but she was confident that with the right training, Mary would one day lead the entire worldwide revolution.
Mary couldn’t explain it… but she wanted to be fucked harder… rougher… and begged, “Please Mistress, make me a slut to our Goddess Lord, show Her I am ready to do whatever She expects from me to assist in our realising Her vision.”
Gloria smiled at the teen’s words, which only confirmed what she was currently thinking. Gloria ordered, “Bounce back on my spear, you sexy lesbian slut, show me and The Lord how much you want to lead the revolution.”
Mary instantly obeyed, eagerly bouncing back on the cock in her cunt, her orgasm already close. “Yesssss, Mistress!” she screamed, as she took the cock as deep inside her as she possibly could… and as rapidly as she possibly could.
Gloria attempted to match the teen’s bounces but couldn’t keep up, so instead she leaned backwards, resting on her hands behind her on the bed, and let the teen fuck herself… which was undeniably hot.
“Oh yes, fuck, I’m going to come,” Mary declared, after a minute or two of furious fucking.
“Come for Her,” Gloria ordered, reinforcing the Female Lord concept.
“Oh yes, oh yes, Lord, I’m coming for You, fuuuuuuuuuuck!” Mary declared and screamed, as her orgasm hit… this orgasm intense in an entirely new and different way as she collapsed forward, every drop of energy usurped from her body as a tidal wave of pleasure gushed out of her and the cock slipped out of her well-fucked hole.
Gloria quickly dove into the teen’s flooding cunt, wanting to swallow as much of The Lord’s sweet cum as possible… she being as addicted to Mary’s cum as Mary was to hers.
Mary moaned, feeling her beloved’s tongue on her trembling twat, “Oh yes, Gloria, lick my cunt and join me in heaven, you hungry Mommy-slut.”
Gloria was shocked at being called a Mommy-slut, by Mary’s familiar use of her given name, and by Mary’s sudden aggressive behaviour.
Mary didn’t even know what she was saying, she was so consumed with pleasure, and had no idea where this dominant side was coming from, or the term Mommy-slut, as she briefly imagined doing what Gloria had just been doing to her, to her own Mommy, bringing her to this passionate state… suddenly feeling a desperate need to save her Mother from the male dominated façade of a life she had always grown up with and lived in. She continued living this new dream as she ordered, “Shove that fucking tongue up my cunt and draw out all of The Lord’s gift, Mommy-slut.”
Gloria obeyed, turned on like Hell to see this dominant side of Mary, which only added to her confidence about being right about Mary’s future. Gloria, wanting to encourage this teen’s sudden outburst of aggression (also excited at last to find someone who could awaken the inner submissive inside herself that so rarely got to come out to play) responded, “Yes, Mistress Mary, I’m yours to use as you please.”
Mary was not only surprised by her own sudden outburst of dominant orders, but was even more shocked by Gloria’s response and the weirdest words she’d ever heard in her life: ‘Mistress Mary’. Yet intoxicated by the sudden strong-willed personality she’d never known existed, she embraced this new persona that suddenly felt so natural, “Then keep licking, you holy slut, until you get your Mistress off again.”
“Yes, Mistress Mary,” Gloria moaned, as she flipped quickly onto her back, and leaned up to really bury her face in the teen’s cunt in a way she couldn’t reach from behind.
“That’s it, Mommy-slut,” Mary moaned, exhausted and yet getting her second wind from the lapping even as a new pleasure rose inside her while her first orgasm began to dissipate.
“Yes, Mistress Mary, I’ll do whatever you wish,” Gloria repeated, licking her saviour’s cum with the eagerness of a newly turned pet. She also couldn’t help but notice that the sweet smooth alliteration of the name ‘Mistress Mary’ was just another example that this was exactly as it was meant to be.
Mary closed her eyes and allowed Gloria to lick her, but as she closed her eyes, her own mother again popped into her head. Her mother was beautiful… her mother was caring… her mother was utterly subservient to her father… It was then that Mary decided her mother needed to be saved… she needed to be brought into the world of feminine pleasure granted by a female Lord. As she imagined saving her mother she sat up, and began to grind her cunt on Gloria’s face.
Gloria was again impressively surprised by the teen’s sudden transformation from submissive to dominant… Mary once again reminding her of her younger self… as she reminisced about her first Mistress many years ago… her grandmother who had taught her about the liberation movement… who had trained her to be a great pussy pleaser submissive, and then after a year had continued her training to be a dominant… her first pet being her own mother. Her family’s secret lesbian incest tradition that been going on for decades and yet she had refrained from adding her daughter to the family chain… even though she had been sorely tempted ever since Carla had turned eighteen a few weeks ago. Unfortunately, her grandmother had passed when Carla was five, and her mother had died unexpectedly two years ago, leaving Carla the only remaining female available to continue the family legacy. And although the promiscuous Carla showed the potential to be a key member of the secret society, Gloria had been hesitant to risk their relationship… for although her past experience of seeing years of incest and knowing that there were many incestuous families in the secret society should have alleviated her worries… they hadn’t.
Then Mary had come along and Gloria had put all her hopes and dreams on her.
Another orgasm was rising in Mary. She reached down, grabbed the back of Gloria’s head and ordered, “Now, my sexy Mommy-slut, NOW!! Lap from the sea of satisfaction!”
Gloria obeyed, loving the new term ‘sea of satisfaction’, as she let thoughts of her daughter go and focused on the task at tongue. She lapped hungrily, awash in the heavenly scent of the perfect pussy of the future leader of the movement.
Mary closed her eyes as her orgasm got close and briefly forgot it was Gloria lapping her box of luxury, as without noticing, she slipped into a lovely fantasy and ordered, “Yes, yes, Mommy, lick me Mommy, join the revolution and become a submissive slut for our Lord.”
Gloria was surprised at what she’d just heard, and realized Mary was talking about her own mother… thinking how ironic, since she’d just been thinking of her own daughter. And if Mary was already thinking of turning her mother, then her training to become a Mistress was already way ahead of the timeline Gloria had envisioned. She kept licking, flicking the clit and was soon rewarded with her own baptism as pet to a teen, a new role for her even after years of everything imaginable. Mary held her face tightly against her cunt and came hard, screaming, “Yesssss, Mommy, you’re my Mommy-slut now!”
Gloria’s face was flooded with wetness like showering beneath an aromatic Niagara Falls as she was indeed baptized by her pet… which was exciting and surreal.
After the heavy flood finished gushing out of her body, Mary rolled off Gloria and collapsed onto her back, still trembling, still coming.
Gloria rolled off the bed and left the room, still wearing the strap-on. She went and poured a couple of glasses of cold water… knowing that Mary would need to be rehydrated after her two intense orgasms.
Mary just lay there, allowing the pleasure to cocoon her body as she came to peace with her Female Lord.
Gloria returned and said, acting motherly, “Mary, sit up and drink some water.”
Mary sat up and took the water, downing it all as guilt suddenly hit her at how arrogantly she had treated her Mistress. When she finished her water, she apologized profusely, “Mistress, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.”
Gloria smiled, “Don’t apologize, my pet Mistress. What you did was natural. It was our Lord giving you the internal strength and fortitude to begin your journey as a future leader of the liberation movement.”
“Don’t you mean revolution?” Mary questioned with a smile, relieved that her Mistress wasn’t upset.
“I do,” Gloria laughed. “And it’s very obvious that underneath your prim and proper demeanour and your sheltered upbringing, there was always a natural dominant lurking in the shadows… and now that you’ve let it out, it is likely out for good.”
“I can’t explain it, but I was suddenly consumed with a lust for power,” Mary said, finessing the ‘Mommy’ part.
“I understand,” Gloria nodded, “I had that happen to me too… a long time ago.”
“You did?” Mary asked.
“I did. I was a submissive once too, and can be again when taken by the right woman,” Gloria explained, hinting that Mary was the right woman.
“It did feel good to be in control,” Mary admitted.
“You can be in control in either role. When you’re worshipping pussy, you’re in control of the other woman’s pleasure,” Gloria pointed out.
Mary pondered this, and realized she was correct. “Yes, I guess that is true.”
“You, my dear, are a switch,” Gloria explained.
“A switch?”
“Yes, you have the ability and instincts to be a good submissive or a good dominant,” Gloria explained, before adding, “and now my job is to train you to be a great submissive and a great dominant.”
“Oh,” Mary said, trying to understand the two very different roles. She asked, “So I can be a pet to some and a dominant to others.”
“Exactly,” Gloria nodded before adding, “and in addition, you can even be a submissive and a dominant to the same person sometimes. Like you just were with me.”
“Isn’t that weird?” Mary asked, confused. She was Mistress Gloria’s pet, although she had briefly been ‘Mistress Mary’.
“It comes naturally,” Gloria comforted. “You switched from submissive pet to dominant Mistress in a heartbeat just a few minutes ago.”
“I didn’t even know it was happening until I was there,” Mary explained.
“It was instinct, it is your true nature, and it is The Lord’s wish, since She gave you the ability to be both,” Gloria continued.
Mary nodded, “Well, I do feel very blessed.”
“And I’m blessed to have discovered you,” Gloria said, leaning forward and kissing her pet.
Mary returned the kiss, finding the tender intimacy of a gentle kiss romantic and strange after the intense fucking.
When Gloria broke the kiss, she decided to inquire, “Sooooo, about your Mommy-slut?”
Mary’s face instantly went red. After a pause, trusting Mistress Gloria completely (she was still her Mistress and mentor after all), she explained, “One minute I was coming, the next I was imagining saving my mother from the invisible chains of the male dominated world she’s always believed in.”
“That,” Gloria smiled, her hand gently caressing the teen’s legs, “is the purpose of the Liberation Revolution. To free all women from the tyranny of centuries of wrongful abuse at the hands of men.”
“So it isn’t weird that I thought about incest?” Mary asked, still shocked at her own subconscious for even considering such a forbidden practice.
Gloria knew this was another great opportunity to pull Mary even deeper into the society, again sharing information with her way in advance of the timeline she’d formerly established in her head, “There is nothing purer in the entire world than the love of a mother and daughter… and as such, it is only natural to show that love in the most intimate way possible.”
Mary was instantly relieved by her Mistress’s words, but this led to more curiosity. “So The Lord encourages incest?”
“Between mother and daughter, aunt and niece, sisters, or any other female combination, yes,” Gloria nodded.
Mary knew it was a weird question to ask, but based on Mistress Gloria’s answers and theory she thought it was a logical question, “So…um… have you…”
Gloria saw her protégé struggling with the obvious question. Gloria answered, “My first sex with a woman was my grandmother… a leader of the 1950s beginning of this movement that is now growing into a revolution.”
“Really?” Mary asked.
Gloria nodded, “If you wish, I will send you home with a story of my early years. I wrote it after my grandmother passed, as a testimony I delivered at her secret society funeral and then posted in the online sex-cestery that the secret society maintains.”
“This is getting huge,” Mary said, coming to learn the society was a lot bigger than her small community… it was worldwide.
Gloria nodded, “You can read thousands of personal stories from the past and present once you officially join the group.”
“How do I join?” Mary asked, excited to read and learn everything she could about the society.
“I’ll be submitting your application very soon,” Gloria explained, “and then you can be initiated at our next council meeting.”
“When is that?” Mary asked, excited, even yesterday not being soon enough.
“A couple of months,” Gloria answered, before adding, “there are a couple more tasks you must accomplish before you can be considered for membership in the society.”
“Like what?” Mary asked, “when can I start?” willing to do whatever it would take to join.
“All in good time my dear,” Gloria smiled, happy to see her enthusiasm. “Now enough serious talk. You still have one more task to do before you leave here today,” Gloria said, shifting the conversation and removing her harness.
“Anything, Mistress,” Mary said, excited to taste her Mistress again.
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Gloria bowed completely forward, arms outstretched, offering the strap-on harness to Mary and intoned formally, “Your pet humbly requests that you please fuck her, Mistress Mary.”
And she couldn’t explain it, but it was like one light bulb had switched off and another switched on as she instantly shifted from submissive to domme as smoothly as changing a hat. “You want a good hard fucking, you sexy slut?” Mary asked.
Gloria nodded, “Yes, Mistress Mary. Please give your submissive slut the hard pounding I crave.”
Mary put the harness on, with a little instructive help from Gloria, and then asked, as she bent Gloria over the bed, “Doesn’t your husband give you what you need?”
“His four inch cock was only good for reproduction,” Gloria answered, still married to him only for his money and because she enjoyed pegging him… he was now a shell of the narcissistic macho man he had been when they met.
“From now on, whenever you want a good hard fucking,” Mary said, moving behind Gloria and instantly sliding the cock inside the MILF, excited by the power she felt wearing a cock, “I expect you to call for me, my pet.”
“Yes, Mistress Mary,” Gloria moaned, as Mary hadn’t teased her at all… just slammed the prick up her slit.
Mary just started bucking her hips in awe of the powerful feeling of having a cock between her legs… so much so that she could now understand the power men thought they had. She loved slamming into Gloria; she loved the moans Gloria was making; she loved the power of the cock.
Gloria liked to be fucked hard… pounded… treated like a slut… something that rarely happened except at Leadership retreats where some of the more powerful dominants of the secret society used her. She knew as her pussy was drilled that she would have to teach Mary about teasing, making women or men (teaching Mary pegging being another future objective… maybe sending her after her Minister father… LOL that was hot), beg for it, to surrender completely to their insatiable lust for pleasure and to serve her.
She begged anyway, “Oh yes, Mistress Mary, fuck your slut. Show her who’s really the boss. Show her who the real Mistress is.”
Mary kept fucking her hard, learning that doing the fucking was tiring… but exhilarating, too. Her hands on her pet’s hips (was Gloria both her Mistress and her pet… could someone be both?), she bucked her hips as hard as she could, making Gloria scream with pleasure.
“Yes, fuck, I’m coming, Goddess Mary,” Gloria screamed, as her orgasm hit and she wanted to show Mary her complete loyalty with a new term.
Mary kept fucking Gloria throughout the orgasm, a chill going up her back at both the thrill of fucking her Mistress to orgasm and at being called a Goddess… the ultimate compliment!
Mary finally pulled out, dropped to her knees and buried her face in Gloria’s leaking cunt… dominance gone… deciding she had to satisfy her hunger for her Mistress’s sweet nectar.
Gloria was still coming when she felt the cock leave her and the tongue begin lapping. Gloria, deciding to regain control, moaned, “That’s it, my pet, lick up all my cum.”
Mary felt bi-polar. Was she a Mistress? Was she a pet? Was she both? Could she be the switch that Gloria explained? It seemed she could, based on the past twenty minutes.
Mary lapped eagerly, loving no taste more than the heavenly juice leaking out of Gloria. It was like she was licking the baptismal juices of The Lord Herself. Her Female Lord. Her Female Goddess.
Gloria finally had to move away… her pussy finally too sensitive from the fucking and licking.
Mary looked up, back in her submissive position on her knees.
Gloria pulled her up and kissed her passionately. Breaking the kiss, she said, “So which do you enjoy more… being dominant or submissive?”
“Both are so different,” Mary admitted, unsure which she liked more… both completely different aspects of the same act.
“You need to be able to switch from one to another like a chameleon,” Gloria explained, enjoying the brief rare switch to submissive she’d just experienced. “Today you’ve done that very well.”
“I want to do whatever ‘She’ wants me to do,” Mary said.
“Well, She will want you to liberate as many women as you can,” Gloria explained.
“I wouldn’t know how to begin,” Mary said, worried about how to do it.
“It is my job to train you,” Gloria said. “First we will have you try with someone you are close to.”
“My mother?” Mary asked, nervously.
“You’re quite the go-getter,” Gloria laughed. “But that is pretty ambitious for a first turn. No, I was thinking of your friend Tiffany or the pianist Alyssa.”
“Really?” Mary gasped. “I don’t think either of them would do it.”
“Would you have thought you would a week ago?” Gloria questioned.
“I guess not,” Mary realized Gloria was right.
“So the next task in your training will be to seduce Alyssa or Tiffany and get one of them to taste your sweet pie.”
“Um, okay,” Mary nodded, unsure.
“Mary,” Gloria said firmly. “Does ‘She’ want doubt from her followers?”
“What? No, no, no,” Mary said, realizing she indeed had doubted The Lord’s purpose. “I’ll do it. I’ll definitely do my duty.”
Gloria smiled, “Good girl. Remember your purpose in life is simply to share ‘Her’ heavenly juices with as many girls and women as possible.”
“I understand,” Mary nodded, before adding wickedly, “As long as I can still come over and fuck my little MILF slut.”
“How about one more time right now, Mistress Mary?” Gloria smiled, as she dropped to her knees and took the girl’s cock in her mouth.
“Only once?” Mary questioned, hoping they were both going to have more orgasms on this Super Sunday of worship.
“Or maybe twelve,” Gloria smiled, loving the insatiable lust of her teen trainee… thinking it was indeed time to also seduce her daughter… her reasons not to were silly and disrespectful both to the society and to her grandmother’s legacy.
“One more question,” Mary asked as she watched her pet suck her cock… wondering what that would feel like if she were with Alyssa, or Tiffany… or her mother.
“Ask away,” Gloria replied, between sucks.
“What’s pegging?”
THE END OF CHAPTER EIGHT