My Sapphic Submission (Bondage, Erotica, Lesbian, Sex, Slave, Submission)

My Sapphic Fantasies, #4

In this 5,600-word erotic short story, Angela finds herself off the beaten path when delivering her last package of the night. The delivery is for the beautiful and demanding Veronica Grey. Things take an intensely erotic turn when Angela discovers that the package contains a strap-on dildo, and that Veronica intends to use it on Angela herself. Mature audiences only.

-EXCERPT-

“It's just, I mean, I'm flattered, really,” Angela said, being surprisingly honest. “But you should really find someone else. I'm sure a woman of your caliber, your class, you could call an escort service or something-”

“I don't want to call an escort service, dear,” Veronica said, sharply. In a commanding, imperious tone. “Now, you are going to remove my dress. Then you are going to put that strap-on on me. Then, I am going to fuck you into submission. Are we understood?”

Oh god, that voice. Domineering, drilling its way right into Angela's head, sending shivers down her spine and butterflies fluttering through her stomach. How could a voice affect her so much? She looked down at the strap-on, then back at Veronica. Veronica's face was one of triumph, as if she already knew what was going to happen, and was just waiting for Angela to figure it out herself.

“Just... take off your dress, you mean? Right here?” Angela stammered out her question.

“That's right,” Veronica agreed. “Right here. Right now. I'm waiting.”

Angela swallowed, shaking out of nervousness, as well as the realization that she was actually going to do this. There was no denying it now. She set down the strap-on in the box once more, then walked over to Veronica, not brave enough to look her in the eyes. Instead, Angela gazed down at the dress, which was even worse, as it perfectly hugged every lovely curve that made Veronica such a drop-dead knockout.

“That's it, my dear,” Veronica said, coaxing Angela on. “Just reach out and strip me down. You know you want to. You've been staring at me since I opened the door. Now you get to see what's beneath this sexy little dress. And believe me, it's worth your time to find out.”

“Well, okay,” Angela said, softly. “I mean, I still don't think...”

“Don't think,” Veronica commanded. “Just obey.”

Another command, and again Angela jumped in surprise at just how much Veronica's voice could affect her, push her to the very extremes of desire. Her hands very nearly sprang forward, reaching out to strip Veronica of that dress. As she touched, Angela felt the firm curves beneath the outfit, and there was a sudden hunger in her belly, crying for her to touch and fondle, to sate her lusts on Veronica's sweet, sexy body. And as she began to pull away the dress, that hunger only grew more and more intense.

“You're beautiful,” Angela said softly, not able to keep it silent. “So beautiful...”

“I know I am,” Veronica proudly said. “And you should be very grateful that I'm offering you the chance to get fucked by me.”

Angela nodded dumbly, not being able to do anything but agree with that, “Grateful...”

“Now stop standing around, and finish your job,” Veronica insisted.