“Come here,” Anna said.

There was no response.

“Come here. I am tired of this game,” Anna said in a voice that was equal parts anger and impatience.

No response.

“NOW!” Anna’s voice grew less patient with each sentence.

Becca looked at Anna from across the room. Anna was sitting on the couch in her jeans and flannel shirt. This was how she dressed when she came to work at Becca’s house as a cleaning woman. Anna had asked on numerous occasions that she dress more formally – Becca’s house was a palace of glass and wood, and Anna’s clothing was in sharp contrast to the other housekeepers Becca had employed. Some of Becca’s friends had commented on Anna’s dress in the nine months since Anna had started working for her.

Becca crossed the room and stood about four feet from where Anna was sitting on the couch. “What?” she said.

Anna’s irritation grew.

“Closer.”

Becca took another step towards Anna.

“What?” she repeated.

Anna looked up at Becca. There was no question Becca was the definition of a trophy wife. Blonde hair elegantly maintained with curls that started at her shoulders. For an ordinary Friday morning and no plans for leaving the house at all, Becca was dressed well. A black skirt, knee length with a red belt that highlighted her narrow waist. A white blouse that clung tightly around her slim body, the top two buttons undone, showing a portion of her C-Cup breasts.

The blouse was tight enough to show an erect nipple on her left breast. That and Becca’s breathing betrayed her.

Becca was now within Anna’s arm length. Anna reached out and touched her the outside of thigh just below the end of her skirt. Becca moved to pull away.

“Stand still,” Anna demanded.

Becca froze. Anna ran her hand up and down the outside of Becca‘s thigh slowly.

The effect of Becca was electric. She pushed her thigh outward to increase the pressure of Anna’s hand. Her head fell back. Her entire body longed to be touched. A thought lingered – she was cheating on her husband. But he had been gone for four weeks. Becca was far too sexual a person to endure that length of an absence.

Though she would not have admitted before Anna touched her, Becca had subconsciously been flirting with Anna for weeks. Becca had changed her attire – she went from frumpy jeans and t-shirts to more formal clothes. As the weeks progressed the buttons on her top receded – first one, then two buttons were left unbuttoned. Her tops become progressively tighter, the belts wider.

On Tuesday Becca and Anna were in the large kitchen. Becca had reached into a bowl for an apple. Anna pretended to be reaching for another item on the counter, and her hand grazed Becca’s. When Anna pulled back her hand she let it rest on the top of Becca’s. The two stood silently with their hands touching for a moment. Becca’s face became flush, she inhaled slightly. Anna noticed both. Five minutes later Becca was in her bedroom, skirt pulled up to her waist, hands in her panties masturbating. She came three times in rapid succession before falling in exhaustion to the floor, oblivious to her own moans, and how easily Anna heard them. On Wednesday, her skirt was a little shorter than the day before. She was aware of her arousal well before Anna arrived, and was restless until Anna showed up an hour past the time she was supposed to start work.

But there was no repeat of the hand touching of the day before. It was not for want of trying on Becca’s fault; she followed Anna around as much as she thought she could without being obvious. But Anna noticed, and had fun leaving a room shortly after Becca had entered.

This served only to inflame Becca’s desire. The futile pursuit resulted in her being lost, and her judgement and boundaries diminished accordingly.

Thursday was more of the same. Becca wore a dress, shorter still than the skirt she wore the day before. The dress was cinched at the waist, highlighting the narrowness of her waist and accenting her C cup breasts. She was more open in her pursuit of Anna. Though she still thought she was being discrete, in fact, she seldom was in a different room than Anna. She was more talkative as well.

And yet for all of her pursuit, Anna displayed no interest. In fact, she had been cold and dismissive to Becca. Thursday brought a new Anna. She had forgotten the vacuum downstairs. She told Becca, “Go get it." The affect was flat; it sounded when she said it as though she was talking to a child.

Becca complied immediately.

Later Anna settled on the couch in the den. As she reclined, she said, “Make me lunch.”

Becca complied immediately.

The rest of the day was more of the same, but with each order, Becca became more demanding. “I asked you for a cup of coffee – why did it take so long?" 

At the end of the day, Anna got up and walked over to Becca. She stood so close to that Becca could feel Anna’s breath. She stood in front of Becca motionless for what seemed to Becca an eternity. She then put her arms around Becca, looked into Becca’s eyes and said, “You were a good girl today.”

The impact on Becca was extraordinary. Hearing praise from Anna, looking into Anna’s pale blue eyes, smelling her, was almost too much. Within seconds of Anna closing the door behind her, Becca’s hand was on her pussy, her finger dancing up and down her inflamed clit. It did not take long: a series of climaxes followed.

Which takes us to Friday, and to Becca standing in front of a seated Anna.

Anna moved her left hand from the outside of her thigh to the inside. She started below her knee and very lightly brought two fingers up to the hem of her skirt. She repeated the motion several times; each time her fingers went further up Becca’s thigh. Though she barely realized she was doing it, Becca’s hand had found her left breast. She teased the already erect nipple through the silk material.

Anna looked up at Becca and knew she had complete control over her. It would not be long, Anna thought, until Becca would be begging her to touch her again. Becca did not know what a submissive was at that moment, but she was already one.

“Roll up your skirt,” Anna commanded.

Becca complied. It was not easy, her skirt was tight and rolling it up could only be done carefully. Anna sighed with displeasure. “When I tell you to do something, I want it done immediately.” Becca tried to go faster. Eventually, her skirt was rolled up so it was even with her belt.

Anna gazed at Becca.

Her blue sheer panties showed a tuft of hair above her pussy and revealed a neatly shaved pussy below. It was obvious this was recent. “Did you shave your pussy for me, Becca?”

Becca’s inhibition had left the moment Becca’s hand touched her inner thigh. “Yes, I wanted to be smooth for you.”

Anna smiled. Yes, she was already a submissive. She was already thinking about how to please her. Her own desire had overruled her reason.

“Good girl. You know your place," Anna said. Becca breathed sharply and pinched her nipple a bit harder.

“Do you want me to touch your pussy?” Anna asked.

“Yes please!” Becca replied.

“Tell me what you want Anna. Always answer me completely,” Anna said.

“Please touch my pussy, Anna.” Becca pleaded.

Anna placed one finger on the outside of her panties. She traced Becca’s clit ever so lightly. It was enough to send a shiver of delight through Becca, who groaned. But as Anna traced up and down, Becca needed more. She needed Becca touch her more firmly. She needed more. She had to have more.

Anna stopped. Becca’s disappointment made her shout, “Please!”

Anna smiled. “Please what, Becca?” Anna replied.

Becca responded desperately, “Please touch my pussy, Anna!”

Anna replied by rolling Becca’s panties down.

She did not pull them down all the way. She pulled them down to Becca’s knees. She pushed her face closer and breathed lightly on Becca’s pussy. Becca rocked back briefly and moaned. Anna repeated the process. But Becca’s frustration grew – she needed to be touched. She needed more.

Anna’s first caress of Becca’s pussy was so light you would have barely noticed it. But in that moment, Becca knew what it was to be touched by a woman. How many times had Becca told her husband, “Not so hard?” He would back off at her request, but would resume his ways shortly thereafter.

But Anna – she knew. She knew how to touch a woman’s pussy. She knew the clit was too sensitive to be touched directly at first. She knew how to just barely brush the folds surrounding the clit. How to gently push them into the clit with just enough pressure.

Becca’s entire body seemed to become an erogenous zone. Anna varied her pressure, and as she did Becca would rock forward and back. Becca was by now so wet that Anna could increase the pressure bit by bit. Becca’s breathing shortened and her moans grow louder.

“Do you want me to stop, Becca?” Anna asked.

“O god no,” Becca replied.

“You want me to continue?” Anna replied.

“Yes,” Becca said.

“Yes, what?” Anna inquired sternly.

“Yes, please continue,” Becca responded.

Anna removed her fingers from Becca’s pussy.

“Continue touching my pussy, please!” Becca said in between moan.

Anna took one finger and starting just above her hole gently and slowly moved up toward her clit. She repeated the journey several times. Becca’s breathing became louder, she pinched her nipple with her left hand more firmly. Anna could feel Becca’s wetness: her finger glided over Becca’s pussy.

Anna knew she was ready. She took her thumb and forefinger and placed them on each side of Becca’s clit and gently squeezed. Becca’s moan was uninhibited. Anna knew she was close. She varied the pressure between her thumb and finger and then pressed firmly with each.

Becca’s orgasm convulsed her entire body. Anna prolonged it by releasing and then pressing the clit, and as a result, Becca’s orgasm came to her in waves. Her legs started to twitch involuntarily.

She fell to her knees. There she stayed for several minutes, looking at the floor, lost in an erotic haze. Anna gazed at her with satisfaction. Becca was certainly beautiful. Her blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and framed her breasts in a striking manner. Both nipples were erect enough to be seen through her bra and blouse. Her legs were opened and showed her obviously moist pussy.

Anna gently touched Becca’s left cheek with a light caress. Becca lifted her gaze and met Anna’s eyes. “Did that make you feel good, my girl?” she asked.

“Oh yes, Anna, oh yes,” Becca quickly replied.

“That is good Becca. I am glad it made you feel good.” She moved her face closer to Becca’s and brushed her lips against Becca’s lips. This time, it was Anna’s turn to feel aroused. She became aware of her own wetness and desire.

All in good time, Anna thought. All in good time.

“Would you like to do that again Becca?” Anna asked.

“Please!”

“Well, there is much to do today. Laundry and gardening. Why don’t you spend the next couple of hours taking care of that? Then, at noon why don’t you come back to this couch and stand where you just did? And I will make you feel good again, Becca. Would you like that?”

“Oh yes, very much.”

“Well make sure you do a good job. I will check later to make sure you have done this properly.”

Anna kissed Becca firmly and both women’s arousal leapt. Anna pulled her face back from Becca and stared into her eyes.

“And Becca, we will focus on you at first. But there will come a time when you will need to show me you love me. When you need to make me feel good. Do you understand what that means, Becca?”

“Yes.”

“When that time comes do you agree to do what I tell you in the manner in which I tell you to do it?”

“Yes, I will do what you ask.”

“No matter what it is? Do you understand and agree that I may tell you to touch someone other than me? And that I will expect you will do the same things to her that you learn to do with me?”

“Yes, I will do what you tell me.”

There was no hesitation in any of Becca’s responses. And yet if she had been asked any of these questions a week ago she would have been insulted. But Becca’s desire had overcome her reason, and she would not recover it for some time.

“Time to get up, Becca.” Becca stood up, her panties still around her knees.

Anna reached out and pulled them down. Becca understood and stepped out of them. “I don’t think you will be needing these today, do you Becca?”
"No, Anna,” she replied.

“In fact, I think you should really stop wearing them altogether.”

“Yes Anna,” Becca said in a voice that was tinged with a bit of resignation. With that, she began to roll down her skirt which was around her waist.

“No!” Anna said firmly. “Leave your skirt up. This is who you are now, Becca. You have no need to hide your pussy. Now go and start the laundry.”

As Becca walked away Anna admired her shapely butt, which was highlighted by her belt.

It had gone perfectly. She closed her eyes and imagine Becca’s head between her knees servicing her.