The Power of Desire - Owned by Odette

Then we showered, had lunch and slept naked in the big bed, and I woke up at the end of the afternoon with Odette rubbing my back, our legs braided together, and she was moving like she was fucking. - What is it? - Hungry, whore. - Are you gonna fuck me again? How about dinner, a fondue? But do you have the ingredients? You've got the cheese and the chocolate, I bought the fruit and the wines. You thought of everything, didn't you? I know you better than you think. - I'm still a little sleepy. Come and help me, we'll eat around eight or nine. It took some work to slice the bread, cut the cheese, clean the fruit. The easiest was the chocolate, I didn't even know they came in ready-made bars to be cooked with brandy. After all the preparation, I went to the bathroom, I came out wrapped in a green towel. I went to the bedroom and on the bed I found a strange bra and underwear. Just the black strips connected in some rings. It didn't cover anything, just squeezed me and a lot. - Put on that shirt and your Anabela, guria. Even stranger, a light blue social shirt, typical of a man. - That? I find beautiful women dressed in men's clothes, so don't forget to fold your sleeves. - What about these tapes? Don't you want to be a trained kitten? - I want to. Go to the kitchen and put the fruit in the pots I've already separated and wait for me downstairs. She took a long time, took a long time, I packed up what she asked for and took the time to read some old magazines sitting in the living room. I ended up entertaining myself with some old stories, some articles about science. I didn't even notice when she came down the stairs I only noticed Odette when she finished going down the last steps. I was startled to see this well-behaved woman, an engineering college professor, in a black and red super-tight bodice, a detached top and a shiny black 12-inch heels, and only later did I realize that she was still wearing an accessory, a small black whip with a flat, rounded tip. - What the fuck, Aunty Style? If you want to call me that, come and tie my shoelaces. - You're dressed like this and I'm dressed like a man? I love it, I'm so excited to see those pernocks outside, especially yours, beautiful morenas. Dinner was not in the room where we had our coffee. Odette took me to another room. A room at the back of the house. The walls were mostly red, with thinner vertical stripes in black, or a strong yellow, almost a golden one. Several strange objects were scattered in the large room. A black leather bed, by the way, the furniture was all the same color. A strange chair, reminiscent of those of a massage. Several objects were hanging on the walls. Tapes, chains, masks, saddles and whips of various kinds. There were even... huge paintings, vibrators. There was also a beam, or whatever they called it, with rings to hold the feet and hands. In the center there was a lower, wider table where we were putting what was prepared for the fondue. - Take the white wine Olivia, I left it on the refrigerator door. I went to the kitchen, and when I came back, she was lighting the casserole, the cheese was smoking, and we both sat on a couch facing this table, and because it was shorter, the way to do it was to bend down to pick up the cups or the buns that were baked in the melted cheese. I was enchanted by the bowed, high wine glasses, but the best part was the taste of the cheese mixed with the slices of bread, an Italian bread that I had never seen, the blend of aromas, the sum of flavors, Odette's laughter, her telling me stories beyond the spicy of what she did with her lovers in that room. - What about this cage? It was in the corner, it wasn't very big, there's not much room here, but after Mario died, I ended up getting rid of it, because it was his idea to buy that thing. - And that painting over there, that's you three? - Yes, us and Marta. - What are those marks on her face? That was quite a night. My husband doesn't do that in front of me, especially not with such a... Martinha was a funny girl. But that face tattooed on your arm, that's her, isn't it? I examined the arm and the face, almost perfect, a girl with a beautiful smile like the one in the picture on the wall. Is that what a dominatrix does, tattoo a submissive's face? She tattooed me first, on my back, and I didn't get that one until after she moved, and memories are good for the soul. The casserole bubbling, the sliced bread dipping into the melted cheese and the drink rolling, and my head started spinning with all that increasingly brazen chatter, Odette letting loose and telling the most intimate details of the crazy lovemaking they were doing in that room, not even remotely resembling the secretive professor who was scaring everyone in college. I was relaxed, uninhibited and laughing. I didn't even notice when I laid my thigh on the couch. It was enough to set Odette on fire. She laughed, admiring my leg. She passed with her hand smoothing my thigh until it reached the groin. - Didn't I tell you you look beautiful in that blouse? - Those panties are squeezing me. But that's what I want, your trouble. Let me get it out! No, you stay, you're part of it. She dipped the slice in the melted cream. It came smoking, I opened my mouth and bit a piece, Odette chewed the rest. The two faced each other. She had a naughty and bright look and I was aware of what was coming. - It's my turn. I'll serve you. It was my turn to dip the slice in the cheese, so I let Odette chew on the pieces of the slice until my fingers were wet in the melted cheese. - Wow, do you have to bite my finger like that? - I'm hungry for you, can't I? She unbuttoned three buttons on my shirt, I reclined on the couch and let Odette admire me. - What do you love? - That's a way of referring to me! - The teacher. She bit the kiss and stretched out her arm, soaked the slice in the cheese. I thought she was going to give it to me to bite, but she made a surprise, the first of the night. She passed the slice on my chest, fondled my beak in the cheese. That heat burning the breast, the nipple. I was going to scream, but she gave me a kiss. She bit the breast, licked my beak. I liked it. Odette took a bite of the bread and even while chewing, she sucked my breast again, both of us. Until she gave me a tongue kiss with the taste of bread, cheese and breast mixing in our mouths. While we were kissing, she unbuttoned the last buttons of her shirt. I was exposed to her freckles. Odette played with my combs, stretched until I groaned and bit her tongue. We stared at each other. - I love that. - What's that? - Watching my kittens suffer. She stretched out her arm and filled a spoon with the boiling cheese. - Too bad it's coming to an end. - Shame about what? She poured the liquid into my hair. It burned less than I imagined, yet it was very hot. Odette bent over and sucked, sucked the yellow cream between the combs, then did the same on my lips. That agitated tongue kissing my frost. Don't do it like that! I warmed my little bottle, I pushed, showing that I wanted to. Pain mixed with pleasure, the vibrating tongue licking my groin, sucking my lips. Odette was opening me with her fingers, was exposing me to her gaze. I love melted cheese in my face. - You are crazy! - And you're a very tasty gourmet! - So what now? I sounded like a frightened little girl, the soft voice, the shy manner, and she became more and more in control of the situation, laughing, savoring my shy manner. I think you'll like it, kitten. - Just me? ♪ ♪ It didn't take long to change the plates and the cutlery, in an instant everything was set with the new ingredients. The new casserole boiling the chocolate. Odette poured some cognac, you could hear the pan trembling, the blue fire heating the metal and the chocolate becoming liquid. For the wine, she chose a Chilean red. I was already practically naked, I threw my shirt over the back of the sofa. I was also enjoying the idea of provoking my future wife. I saw that she liked my daring. Try it, Olivia, see if you like it. I started with the grapes, she started with a piece of apple, and we stayed like that for a while, mixing the drink and the fruit in the hot chocolate, until Odette spiked a grape, and I thought she was going to dip in the pot, only she pointed at me. - Let me try a new flavor, a sweeter, more moist one. She laughed confidently and pierced my body, I felt a cold from the fruit, the delicate skin of the grape sliding through my hair, down between my lips. Odette's fingers were opening me, until she stuck the grape inside me, in the middle of my chest. That new-girl smell, that needy little face, leave the grapes well wet, Olivia, show me what that vagina's made of. I raised my legs, put my sandals on the edge of the couch, most impossible tramp, I thought, and let Odette make a caress of me by turning the spike between my lips, and she moved the spike like a penis, inserting and removing the grape from my bowl. - See what you're capable of, girl? Odette chewed the grapes with her eyes closed, tasting my taste with the taste of the grapes. She didn't waste any time, she chose a strawberry, a big red one. - You want a taste of guria? I nodded and the other fruit invaded my vagina as well, her fingers opening my lips and she fucked me with the fruit. Leave that nice, creamy, warm little thing for me. This time she massaged my forehead and lips before penetrating with the strawberry. It was a strange sensation to be beaten by a cold fruit. It made me shiver, and it made me even hotter. My vagina started to catch fire, I was getting more and more wet. The complicity between the two, until Odette penetrated me with the fruit. A big, thick strawberry penetrating me like a penis. Oh, Olivia, I'm beautiful, the way I wanted to be. Her eyes even sparkled, the laughter stamped on her face and she became more and more immoral. I got excited and also shameless. Her voice growls, she almost drools. - How about the one with the chocolate coating? Odette soaked the strawberry in the casserole. She stayed a few seconds and pulled it back enjoying the melted brown trickling down in drops. She brought it to her mouth and gave the first bite. Then she offered me the other half. I tasted the acidity of the fruit mixed with the taste of chocolate and in the background a gentle taste of bouquet. A cynical laugh burst into my lady's face, her voice low, almost in a whisper. I liked the strawberry better than the grape. And she was exchanging, now a strawberry, now a grape or a piece of apple, and so on until a piece of apple covered in chocolate cream, instead of giving me a piece, she let the chocolate drops fall on my skin, on my hair. I almost jumped, but first she gave me a kiss, lay down on my body and licked the chocolate mixture with my feminine taste, that's what she said. I love, I just love, this chocolate fountain with the taste of a young female, this smell, this fragrance of a horny girl, it's unparalleled. I understood what she wanted, I pushed her body and showed her vagina, Odette held the shell and poured the hot cream on my pussy. - Odette, what is it? She got down on her knees between my legs, sore, she licked my mouth, she sucked my vagina whole, she kissed my lips, she kissed me on the inside, it was like that for a while, she soaked me with the cream and kissed like crazy. Of course I came. I winked at her. I love to see you like this, kitten, and I love to know that you'll be mine. I can't take it anymore. It's just the beginning, I haven't tried it yet. - What's that? Odette showed her teeth, her eyes sparkled, she reached out her hand and pulled a banana from a fruit bowl that was on the table, a long curved and thick one. Open it with your fingers and show me. - It's too thick. It's just the first of many, you get used to it. I'm going to go to the bathroom. - Eat, eat your aunt's banana. I closed my eyes and raised my forehead, let Odette stab me with the banana, the yellow fruit invaded my uterus, the calculus teacher started fucking me with it. Oh, my God! Take this fruit for me, wet your mistress's banana, show that you want me to be your mistress. - Oh, my God! I closed my eyes, feeling the movements, the thing coming through me and me leaving the fruit wet, and I got a fright and a few slaps on my breasts. Call me by my title, girl, and I'll be your lady! She squeezed one of my breasts, stretched out her nipple until she made me scream, and then she sucked on my breast and bit my nipple until it grew a beak. - Sorry, I forgot about that. You like to tease me, don't you? - I swear I won't do it again. - I think it's ready now. The voice changed completely, Odette again looked like the crazy woman who fucked with the banana. She pulled and showed the meaded fruit, a liquid dripping on her fingers. She looked like a girl who won a gift, peeled the banana with her eyes shining. She felt the smell, mine mixed with fruit. Just a little bit, huh? Just to prove it. I like to eat. I don't deserve it, don't I? - Master, what are you doing? She laughed pleased. I've seen how fast you learn, and I know your potential only if you put in the work. She pointed the fruit between my lips, opened it with her fingers and was letting in. I was leaving creamy white skin, the fruit was sinking slowly in the middle of my legs. Odete kneeling between them and her hands fucking me with the banana. I've never had one of these before, it's making my mouth water. She spoke in that hoarse way, leaving the two intimate, the feeling of being penetrated by her, the fruit massaging my center, the smell of sex entering the nostrils, I peed on her face, I wet the teacher's face. - Oooooohhhh!! Aaaaaaeeeeeehhhh!! - What are you doing? Have fun, little kitty, have fun for your lady, leave the banana nice and wet, creamy. She'd talk and fuck me, she'd drive me crazy with her talk, she'd show off her curved banana, glowing from my hot juice, Odette laughed in wonder. - It's perfect. She raised a shell and poured the chocolate on the banana on top of the plate, took the first bite with her eyes closed. Sublime, the food of the gods. I bit. The strong taste of a vagina, the characteristic taste of a chocolate banana. The best part was her looking at me, looking at who owns her. It was stronger than me. My vagina was still pulsating, my boobs were still hard. - I want you inside me, Odette. I got slapped again, this time in the face, and then I got slapped on the breasts, and then she got angry again, like she was the math teacher. - You don't want anything, a submissive doesn't want to listen, your wish is what I grant, understand? I bit my lip and nodded, I didn't know what to say, it was so bizarre and at the same time so stimulating. - Come here, I'll teach you. Odette stood up, and I threatened to do the same. That's what you deserve. Ridiculous... abject, absurd! Part of me laughed at the whole thing, another part was ashamed of the scene, but I confess that somehow it touched me inside, I liked being commanded by her. Odette walked out as if she were on a catwalk, her heels hitting the porcelain, she ate the chicken in her right hand, in the other holding a lock of my hair. And I followed beside her. Get on your back. It was this table or couch, I don't know. All black leather, there were straps above my head and high up attached to the ceiling two chains with leather straps sewn on the ends. Odette turned around and tied my wrists stretched above my head to the straps sewn on the couch. She did the same by attaching my ankles to the two that hung from the ceiling. I stared at Odette. Her eyes shone again, she laughed at me admiring the shapes, the recesses of my body. She caressed my thighs, held my hip with both hands. She made a caress on my chest and played with a kiss, slowly stretching until I groaned in pain. Don't be like that! Pain and obedience are part of the life of a submissive, and you want me to be your master, don't you? I don't know if it was the speech of a canastrona, but I know that the way she bit her lip when she finished the sentence made me interested. Where did Odette take me? Still laughing she looked down and caressed my clitoris with the tip of her finger, gently turning around my desire. Played with my lips, opened me again and examined inside. You're a beautiful little kitten, pink, tight, new, everything that a dominant woman needs. Please, please, please. She stuck two fingers in and provoked me, I tried to close my legs, move my arms. It was useless. With the thumb of one hand she shook my cherry, my cricket warmed with her touches and with the fingers of the other hand inside my pussy she stimulated me. My whole body vibrated, I trembled and the chains that bound me squeaked in the same rhythm. You spent the whole night teasing me, didn't you? I don't know yet, I'm not used to it, everything is new to me. - You don't know anything, you see! Nothing, Olivia! Your will is now mine, your desire is what I want for you. Your pleasure is mine, mine alone!! I think I'm going to have fun! That's how it's done. When your lady wants it, you do it. That's how it has to be. It deserves even a kiss. She bent down, raised my hips a little with her hands and kissed me, sucked me, drank me. She gave me chills. My vagina pulsed, sweat flowed through my body. She made me come again, she drank the juice. - Sweetie, new girl is always sweet. She laughed mockingly, showing me her finger with a translucent thread connecting the tip of her finger to my body. Odette pulled it and showed me the whip, her face became more serious, she held my hip, pressed me against the stretcher. She smoothed my chest with the boring tip of the whip, didn't even give me time to understand, there came the strokes on my breasts, sometimes causing itching on my nipples, others beating on my nipples. I shouted a few times, shouted at the rhythm of the whiplashes. Odette was amused to see me more and more agitated. Until she began the strokes on my belly with the tip of the whip, went down doing the same on my waist, on my hair, in the middle of my lips. I thought I was going to stay in it and she again toasted me with other taps: on the thighs, beating with the boring tip. You could hear the buzzing when she delivered the blows. The weird thing, the bizarre thing is that it kind of turned me on, somehow, something inside of me woke up, and I wanted to be punished, to be whipped by her, the lashes on my forehead, in the middle of my vagina, sometimes on my thighs and even on my butt, and I was vibrating and screaming, and my whole body was smooth, and I liked it, like I liked it, until I blinked and wet my thighs, and then she laughed triumphantly. - I want to, I want to, I swear I want to! You don't want anything, Olivia, and I'm controlling you, girl. I'll do whatever you want. That's how it should be, all this is for you to learn, to learn to surrender to who is your master, in every kitten lives a little whore, which only a master can reveal. She walked away, staring at my feet. The serious look, the closed mouth, Odette raised her arm and the whips came on the soles of my feet. That made me even more agitated. I trembled and cried, the tears running down the corners of my eyes. An unusual mixture of feelings and sensations. You want what I want, don't you? Yes, ma'am, anything you want from me. I bit my lips like a frightened little girl. I think that made Odette even more delighted, she laughed with satisfaction at my manners, the absurd phrases that were coming out of my lips. I couldn't control what was coming into my head anymore. It was as if I was becoming someone else. Odette walked out, disappeared behind my thigh. I could only see part of her back. The sound of a drawer being opened, the sounds of objects being shuffled. I heard again the sounds of her jumps against the floor, she came close, seemed to pull something under the stretcher. She climbed on it, got even higher, with the heels a giant stood in front of me, in the middle of my legs. Only then I saw a long, pink phallus stuck in the middle of her waist. She showed me her penis and passed it through the middle of my body, lubricating the false phallus with my orgasm. It's gonna hurt, but pain is part of the pleasure, and you like it, don't you? What are you going to do to me? - Eat you, pussycat, eat all you want. She bit her lip, the laughter stamped on her face, her breasts almost jumping out of her bodice. Odette savored the moment, brushed her cock and was opening me up, invading me with her penis, until it disappeared inside me. She started slowly the thumps, the punches on my body. That's what the kitty dreamed about, me fucking her vagina like a male tearing up her pussy, huh? The lady laughing inside of me. Then came the insane punches, the intense shots, her piercing, tearing, and the wet heat of our body contact, and I began to see Odette's nipples, her breasts leaping out, swaying to the rhythm of our fucking, mad, violent, deeper and deeper, moaning. Odette was eating me hungry, her eyes shining, her mouth open in a strange laugh and she... fucking, fucking and eating her new submissive, me. I don't know how, but suddenly she turned on the phallus, made it vibrate in the depths of my body. That thing made me even more disturbed. I completely lost control of my body. The intense, crazy fun, it wasn't just the flailing legs, the vagina throbbing non-stop. It was the whole body shaking non-stop. The best orgasm anyone could give me, a whirlwind of sensations exploding through my skin, my vulva, until I couldn't take it anymore. - Whoa! Beautiful, wonderful kitten, the best you could give me. I'm yours now? - Almost, there's only one thing left, and that's for me to take you over completely, to possess you completely. - What's that? She untied my legs. Only then did I realize how tired I was. She turned around and released my arms. I slowly stood up, still stunned, sitting and moving my wrists and ankles. Odette stood in front, untied the phallus and pulled it out, showing me her wet false limb. She leaned on her face and smelled, smelled and closed her eyes. I love the smell of a cat in heat. I did what she asked, the shame mixed with the grief. - You like it that much? And you'll get used to it, too. Only then did I notice another member, a white one like that of a real man, streaked with veins, broad head and long body. - Do you have any more? I didn't say I still need to totally own you, definitely, come down, suck me off, I deserve your attention too, don't I? I got down on my knees in front of her, for this long, curved member, as real as it was scary, it was even shaped like a scrotum, and I opened my mouth and I let it penetrate me until I almost choked. Remember, you're your master's poop, and you like to please whoever owns you. I did my best. I had never sucked a penis before, I only masturbated an ex-boyfriend. I did what I saw in the scenes of the pornographic websites. I closed my eyes and swallowed, swallowed until I started to salivate and run out of breath. The long saliva came out of my mouth dripping on the floor of the living room. I passed my hand rubbing it all over the body of the fake penis. That's when I realized my lady's naked vagina. Odette had gotten rid of her panties, the strong smell of a wet bottle. I took the opportunity and tasted my lady's juices. Even without her asking, I licked her lips, found her grate, the fat cherry full of blood, it pulsated. I sucked Odette inside. It didn't take long, I heard Odette in a loud cry, a deep scream. A short stream came bathing my face. We were silent for a moment, the complicity caught us by the look, the smile of two women in love. - Now lie down on the table, girl, on your stomach. - Are you going to arrest me? - Only if you want to. - No, I got it. I'll tell you what's coming. Olivia, spread your legs, help me, hold on to those beautiful hips, just take that thing and pass it to me. I did as she said, handed over the lubricant, spread my legs, pushed my butt and opened my buttocks with my hands outstretched, and I felt like a virgin ready to be possessed, to be consumed by Odette's freak. - What are you talking about? A nice little chill, just to make your ass more prepared, make it more depraved, immoral as it has to be. - What are you talking about? - It's just the little head passing by. You saw her come all the way in. Quiet, sit, sit your mistress taking possession of you. Going all the way to the bottom of you. What a delicious ass Olivia, what a wonderful ass. Feel your mistress inside your being. Feel my power Olivia. That big fucking thing, that huge thing was tearing me apart and opening up, it was taking up a new part inside me. The pain was going away, my anus was accepting Odette's big phallus. It was eating my ass, widening my folds. The thumps were getting intense the two of them moaning together. And Odette riding me like an amazon. I had a new orgasm and yet Odette wouldn't stop, her big dick poking me and she thumping on my body. I got a fright when the slaps started, while she was meowing, her hands started hitting me alternately on my hips. It made my head spin a thousand times, the pain made me even more delirious, and I felt my booze burning, my ass burning, and a juice dripping down my thighs. What a wonderful little kitten. I felt her orgasm bathing my legs, the hot juice dripping from us, I grabbed the edge of the stretcher, at the last second, there was a strong enjoyment, an intense enjoyment, she's still inside me and we're almost in an orgasm together. She was so exhausted, she lay down on my back, both of them panting and sweating on their beaks. Did you like what I made for you? I like it, I like it Aunt Odette. Now you're my cat, the way I wanted you to be.