Chapter 12

Jasmine volleyed back the compliment, again out of character. "You are fucking hot too, Mistress."

"Let's go," Dana instructed, trying to veil her eagerness to get the submissive alone.

Jasmine and Dana walked into the hotel together looking like two friends and not dominant and submissive and headed directly to the elevator. Jasmine felt that everybody was watching them, that everybody knew exactly what the two of them were about to do. The reality, of course, was the people paid no unique attention to the two other than to notice Jasmine's stocking-clad legs and Dana's voluptuous bust.

Once in the elevator, Dana pressed sixteen.

Once the elevator door closed, Dana turned and pressed her lips onto her MILF's lips. Jasmine immediately opened her mouth and the two were kissing like two horny lovers. Their tongues danced and explored every crevice of each other's mouth.

Dana broke the kiss and asked her breath already erratic, "Ever do it in an elevator?"

Jasmine responded surprised by the question. "No."

Dana hit the stop button and the elevator came to a jolting sudden stop, between the tenth and eleventh floor. Both women stumbled a bit, Jasmine shocked by Dana's rash action.

"Well, now you will," Dana smiled, devilishly. Dana undid the scarf that was tied to her purse and tossed it over the camera above them. "We don't want our sexual rendezvous all over the Internet, do we?"

"God no," Jasmine gasped, still shocked by yet another turn of events.

"On your knees, my pet," Dana instructed, still pressing the stop button.

Jasmine hesitated still uncomfortable by the setting.

"Now, my pet, time is of the essence," Dana pushed, her tone shifting slightly from sweet to controlling.

Jasmine, like the good pet she had always fantasized being, like she always wrote about, fell to her knees.

"Good pet," Dana rewarded, her tone back to soft and sweet.

Jasmine remained silent, in awe at her current predicament and the growing contradicting excitement and trepidation.

"Crawl to me, my eager cunt licker," Dana ordered.

Jasmine had written this scene many times, fantasized it a million more times, but neither were close to the exhilaration of really doing it. She moved in what felt like slow motion, her pussy leaking so much it was escaping from the cloth protection.

Once Jasmine was at Dana's feet, they were interrupted by the intercom and a male voice. "Is anybody in there? If so, please press the green button and hold it while you speak."

Dana still holding the stop button, pressed the green button, and said, "Hello."

"How many of you are in there?" the male voice asked.

"Two," Dana replied.

"We are working on this, Miss, but it may be a while. Just press the green button if you have any questions."

"Will do?" Dana smiled, knowing there was nothing they could do to fix it. Letting go of the green button, she instructed, "Take off my panties, my pet."

Jasmine rattled by the man's voice, her trembling hands moved up under the young girl's dress and tugged down her red panties.

"Do you want to lick my cunt, Jasmine?" Dana asked, looking down at her submissive pet.

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine admitted, looking up to her seductive Mistress, her mouth watering.

At this moment, Jasmine's phone rang.

Dana instructed, "Ignore your phone. Your only concern right now is pleasing me, isn't it?"

Jasmine was startled by the phone, knowing it had to be her husband, but her desire to obey Dana overpowered her duties and loyalty as a wife. Also, although this may sound bad and many would disagree, Jasmine did not consider having sex with another woman cheating. She would never, ever cheat on her husband with another man, yet she had on a few occasions had sexual encounters with woman...although nothing that created a sub-domme relationship and none in recent memory. She ignored the still ringing phone and answered, "Yes, Mistress, I am here for you and you alone unconditionally."

Dana smiled happy with the author's answer, but pushed further. "I own you for the next couple of hours, is that clear?"

Being treated like a piece of property, like she often wrote about in her stories, made her even wetter. She didn't hesitate when she replied, trying to impress her seductive goddess, "Yes, Mistress, my body and mind is yours to use. I will obey without hesitation every order you give. I am yours to use as you see fit. My tiny tits are yours. My wet cunt is yours. My cunt licking tongue is yours."

Dana's cunt gushed at the amazing declaration from a woman she felt she knew really well because of the stories she had read. Pushing it just a tad further, Dana questioned with a tone of curiosity, "And your ass?"

Jasmine immediately answered, "Yes, Mistress, that goes without saying. My ass is yours too."

"Fuck, you are hot," Dana moaned, the complete submission of this gorgeous woman, this author who had inspired her through her words, the greatest turn on in her life. "Lick my cunt, Jasmine."

"Yes, Mistress," Jasmine eagerly agreed, going underneath the young girl's dress and directly to the cunt she was drooling over. Jasmine had not licked pussy for over two years, when the younger teacher she had been playing with got a job hours away. But as soon as her tongue touched the sweet wetness of the woman she had known for less than two hours, she remembered just how much she missed the unique taste of a woman. Although the position was awkward, and she had never pleased a woman who was standing up, she lapped luxuriously up and down, slowly parting the redhead's wet pussy lips. Every fifth tongue stroke up, she would purposely reach the young girl's clit, an action meant to tease. Although in an elevator, although on her knees, although her husband was waiting for her somewhere, she was in no hurry. She was savoring every second, every taste and every moan.

"Oh, yes, Jasmine," Dana moaned, "you are a natural pussy pleaser."