The Mistress, the Lesbians and the Worm

By Jean Zee

Mistress Marla always gets what she wants. Why? She's a sexy, rich bitch and an experienced domme. Her new slaves Lilly, Delia and Jen are invited to her luxurious apartment to compete for her affections. Through a series of punishments, the girls learn that pain always comes before pleasure.

They also meet the worm, the Mistress's black male pet who spends most of his time in a chest and wearing a chastity device.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Phoenix Rising Publishing
• Release date: Aug 15, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370959105

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The Mistress, the Lesbians, and the Worm

A Femdom Short

Jean Zee

Copyright© 2015 Jean Zee. All rights reserved

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Chapter One

I was very nervous as the limo approached the apartment building which towered high above the Manhattan skyline. The driver brought the car to a stop in front of the building entrance. He doorman opened the door for me, and I stepped out into the warm late summer evening.

I took the elevator to the 56th floor as instructed. As the elevator door opened, I realized I was looking straight into a lobby and knew that the Mistress occupied the entire 56th floor. I was very impressed and wondered how she had made all her money.

Of course there were rumors out on the scene, some said she was an heiress, others said she had been a mistress for hire. I had even heard that she made money from skin flicks. Anyway, it was all was conjecture, and all I knew was that I was both excited, and nervous about finally meeting her in person.

I knocked on apartment number 555, and a very sexy blonde woman, dressed in a revealing leather outfit, opened it. It was a skin-tight black cat suit made of thin leather, which molded every curve of her toned petite body.

She also wore high-heeled black leather boots, which made her appear taller than she really was. She looked me up and down in an appraising manner. I reacted by getting red and becoming embarrassed.

The Mistress looked at me and saw a petite young woman with large full breasts, short blonde spiky hair, tanned skin, and freckles. She could tell I was soft-spoken and obviously very nervous.

Good, you’re finally here slave! she stated.

As soon as she addressed me as slave, I felt that familiar tingle spread throughout my body. I had been emailing and talking on the phone with this woman for so long now. I knew she was the one who would become mistress of my mind, and my body. This woman had so intrigued me and fired my imagination.

I curtsied, lowered my head, and replied, Yes Mistress, I’m sorry I’m late. The traffic was crazy.

Mistress Marla wasn’t interested in my lame excuses and ordered me into the apartment. She guided me through a large hallway, then down a corridor. I was curious about my Mistress’s apartment, but only managed to catch a glimpse of exotic paintings and unusual shaped furniture.

She was a brisk walker and I had to hurry just to keep up with her. She opened a door and motioned me into the room. It was bare except for a wooden kitchen chair and a closet.

Mistress Marla looked at me and said, Now you’re finally here slut, undress. Look in the closet you’ll see your new clothes. You are to put them on and immediately report to me in the living room. Is that clear?

I was nervous