Becca began her duties immediately. She was conscious only of three things. The first was her own dress. The dress she wore was rolled up above her hips and tucked into her belt. As a result, she was naked from the waist down. Her blouse too had been opened, though it remained tucked into her skirt. As a result, she felt awkward walking to the laundry to begin her work. Secondly, she was conscious of her own wetness.

Some time had passed since she had collapsed to her knees after reaching orgasm at Anna’s hand. And yet her pussy remained coated. It signified her need to be touched. This need was beyond any thought about the future, or her status, or her. It was so encompassing it overwhelmed everything else. Third, and finally, she was conscious of love. That she loved Anna was beyond doubt. This love ran deeper than anything she had felt before. She wanted to please Anna, to be worthy of her. An outsider would have thought the idea absurd.

None of this mattered to her. She felt only a need to be next to Anna, to be touched by her. And, hopefully, to be worthy of touching her. And so she went about the laundry with great attention to detail. Each towel was folded perfectly, each shirt ironed correctly. She hoped Anna would come and see her work and be pleased.

Anna meanwhile, sat in a daze of her own on the sofa. She lifted her fingers and smelled them – the smell of Becca was all over them. This was not the first time she had seduced the woman of the house, nor the first time that she had lured a normal woman into submission.

Long ago Anna had learned about those who submit, and those who rule. The difference to her was one of discipline. The ruler knew discipline, how to delay gratification. The ruled were simply too much of the moment. To them, the urgency of now obliterated all thought of later consequences. Becca had once known discipline - but when she married for money she no longer had any need of it. All was for the taking. And so when Anna came into her life she viewed her as just another object that she would be given.

But Anna was stronger. She sensed Becca’s longing and forced Becca to experience the disappointment of desire unrewarded. And so the desire grew into obsession.

Anna watched Becca iron shirts. Becca’s was certainly the perfect submissive. But as Becca worked Anna became conscious of her own desire. There was something in the way Becca moved and in her attitude. It had attracted Anna immediately. She had waited a long time to fulfill her desire. She knew she needed to be careful. She was in the process of breaking Becca’s will. She must not be distracted from the task at hand.

And yet how easily images of Becca pleasing Anna came to Anna. Becca’s fingers on and in her body. Becca’s mouth on her pussy. She masturbated often to the image. At home her girlfriend, if you can ever call a submissive by that term, noticed Anna’s need for her mouth had grown enormously.

Becca was unaware of Anna’s gaze. She was only aware that her desire was escalating by the minute. She was uncertain - was touching herself permitted? But as she folded the last towel she knew that it didn’t matter. The memory of Anna’s smell, her touch, her voice simply were too much. She leaned back against the vibrating dryer and let her hand drop to her pussy. Her hands traced her clit expertly: she had been mastrubating with increasing frequency since Anna had come to her house. Her other hand slid over the silk fabric of her blouse and found her left nipple She squeezed it. She caressed herself slowly at first, savoring the pleasure. Her moans were low, her breathing uneven.

Anna smiled as Becca began touching herself. Truly she was a slut in the making. She watched the scene for a few minutes, letting Becca near orgasm. Anna would not let Becca cum on her own, of course. That was no longer permitted for Becca. From now own the only orgasms Becca would have would require Anna’s approval. At first, the approval would be freely granted. But later…

Becca’s moans grew louder, her hand moved more rapidly. She was getting closer.

“What do you think you are doing?” Anna said sharply.

Becca’s hand stopped immediately.

“Have you finished all of the work I asked you to do?” Anna inquired.

Becca responded in a voice that showed she was near tears, “No Anna.”

Becca stifled a brief sob and said, “I am sorry Anna. I am so sorry.”

Anna smiled. It is early, we must be gentle she thought.

Anna said in a gentle and reassuring voice, “Well, this is new to you, I know. So it is natural that you feel this way. But you really must not hide this from me. It is disrespectful. When you feel this way you must come to me. You must come to me and I will take care of it. I am a very jealous woman, Becca. I need to know you will only seek an orgasm in my presence and with my permission."

Becca responded immediately. “Yes Anna, I will come to you when I feel this way.”

Anna replied, “And you promise not to have an orgasm out of my presence?”

Becca nodded.

Anna walked to up to Becca.

Her hands touched Becca’s face. Gently she kissed Becca very gently. “Good girl,” said Anna. “Do you need me to help you now?” asked Anna gently. Becca nodded.

“Bring me a chair,” Anna ordered. “And then place a towel on top of the dryer. Then sit on the dryer and spread your legs for me,” Anna said.

Anna moved quickly. She brought a barstool from the kitchen and placed it in front of the dryer. She then spread the towel as order, sat on it and spread her legs. The obvious haste with which these tasks were performed made Anna smile. Yes, she was a slut. And an attractive one. Her thin waist, her large breasts, and her wide hips were alluring in the extreme.

Before sitting down she lightly kissed Becca. With her face inches away from Becca’s, Anna complemented Becca. “Very well done Becca,” she said. She lowered her voice to just above a whisper and as she stared into her eyes, and said, “You listen to me and obey me well. It is very important to me that you do what I tell you immediately and without question. When you behave this way you make me want to give you pleasure.”

Anna sat down on the bar stool. She placed one hand on Becca’s cheek and slowly lowered it to her breast. She then took one of the nipples between her finger and thumb and squeezed. Anna closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. “No Anna,” she said softly. “Keep you eyes open and look into my eyes. Show me you love me and are obedient to my desire,” she continued.

“Yes Anna,” Becca replied.

Anna did not break her gaze as she twisted the nipple in her fingers. She could see Becca struggle to keep her eyes opened. It was natural that she close her eyes during sex. But this would no longer be allowed. It was another way in which Anna broke Becca’s will.

With her other hand, Anna began lightly caressing Becca’s pussy. Becca let out a moan of pleasure immediately. As Anna increased her pressure, Becca’s moans increased as well. With each caress Becca’s face contorted. But her eyes never left Anna’s. As she had done before, Anna increased her pressure on Becca’s clit, and as she did so she could feel Becca’s body convulse. Becca’s getting close, so close.

Anna removed her other hand from Becca’s breast and webbed her two middle fingers together. She inserted them in Becca’s Pussy to the knuckle. The combined pleasure made Anna cum immediately. Anna felt Becca try to instinctively close her legs. But that was not what Anna had in mind. She pushed her two fingers deeper into Becca. They slid easily into Becca.

Anna then began to curl the fingers inside of her and begin tapping on the inside of her vagina. She had long ago been taught how to identify a woman’s G spot. If you were paying attention, and how many men ever did, the flesh was easily distinguishable. She found it after just a few taps. And once she found it she tapped it: gently at first and then more quickly.

Becca’s moans were unrestrained. “Oh my god, what are you doing to me?” she yelled.

“Are you ready, Becca?” Anna asked as she tapped her fingers. “Are you ready to pledge yourself to me? Are you ready to submit to me?” she asked.

Becca’s mind had only one thought:yes! “Anything, I will do anything you want. Just don’t stop. Please!” Becca shouted.

Anna stopped tapping. “Tell me, Becca!” Anna commanded. “Tell me you love me and will do whatever I tell you. Or I won’t allow you to cum.” Ann said.

Becca’s entire body was consumed with the need to cum. “I love you, Anna,” she screamed. “I will do whatever you ask,” she added.

Anna replied, "Tell me you are my slut. My dirty dyke pussy slut.”

Inside Becca’s mind rebelled. I am not a lesbian slut she thought. But her body told her other wise. She had to cum and she could not!

“I am you dirty lesbian slut,” Becca replied. She had no choice. She had to cum.

“Again, louder!” Anna replied.

“I am you dirty lesbian slut!” Becca answered, loudly.

With that, Anna placed her tongue on Becca’s clit. She took it in her mouth. At the same time, she resumed her tapping. Anna was consumed with Becca’s taste - she loved both it and the obvious convulsion Becca’s orgasm caused. Anna felt Becca’s legs close around her head and then shudder with each phase of Becca’s orgasms

At last Becca returned to earth, and as she did she allowed Anna’s head to be extricated from her thighs. Becca was gone - on another planet. Anna looked at her with pride. There was power in giving pleasure. Power in giving something they had never experienced before and power in the ability to give that pleasure again.

But that power was a dangerous thing. Power’s high is always precarious. Its realization always depends on the willingness of another to submit. It was all too easy for the one in power to become needy, and in that need to find that they had switched roles and were now the submissive one.

So as Anna wiped Becca’s wetness off her face, she once again reminded herself.

Rulers rule through self control.

But the growing wetness between her thighs suggested even that as experienced a Dom as Anna was, even she had limits in her ability to control her own desire.