When The Queen Bee Stings

By Constance Delaware

Lucy is a sexy, attractive housewife with strange dark desires. She has always fantasised about being dominated by another woman and forced to watch while her husband is unfaithful. One day, her kinky desires are realised and a beautiful elegant dominatrix enters her household and begins to weave her magic spell. Lucy soon finds herself helplessly tied and forced to watch her rival make love to her handsome husband. But the bondage and humiliation is only the start of her submission, and very quickly she becomes a sexual slave in her own home.
This story features intense scenes of BDSM and sexual humiliation. There are detailed descriptions of one woman dominating another and plenty of kinky humiliation and pet play. If you are interested in cuckquean fantasies and kinky lesbian domination then this is definitely a book for you.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Constance Delaware
• Release date: Dec 29, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370099146

Constance Delaware

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When the Queen Bee Stings

Constance Delaware

© Constance Delaware

June 2017

I had a feeling that Pandora's box contained the mysteries of woman's sensuality, so different from a man's and for which man's language was so inadequate. The language of sex had yet to be invented. The language of the senses was yet to be explored.

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus

Prologue;

The mysteries of the erotic mind

Who can explain the mysteries of human sexuality? It has been beyond some of the great minds for many centuries, and all I can say is that it is beyond me. This erotic novel is something of a confession, and, I hope, will function as a kind of therapy.

In the following pages I tell the story of how I invited another woman into my house and actually encouraged her to begin a physical and highly sensual relationship with my husband. During this time, this ‘Queen Bee’ also began to boss me around and dominate me. To most this kind of behaviour would sound like an unpleasant nightmare. But I am more complicated than that. As you will see. For me the reality was far from unpleasant.

Please hear my confession and learn how it feels when the queen bee stings.

Warning; follow bdsm safety guidelines

The scenes in this story are fictional. Do not attempt to copy them.

If you do indulge in domination play, then always follow bdsm safety guidelines.

Disclaimer;

The writers and contributors of this publication would like to insist that you play safe and follow all BDSM safety guidelines. Never restrict blood flow or air supply during BDSM play. Always ensure that all parties are safe and never leave a bondage play mate unattended.

All the ‘slaves’ in these stories are submitting to consensual ‘play’ bondage. A safe word is in operation and may be used to end the scene whenever any party wishes.

The stories in this publication are purely fictional and intended for entertainment and stimulation. Please do not copy them.

We take no responsibility for any accidents or mishaps.

Chapter One - Being Dominated at College

My name is Lucy, and for as long as I can remember I’ve had fantasies about another girl stealing my boyfriend.

When I was seventeen years old, another girl literally grabbed hold of the boy I was talking to at a party and pulled him away from me to give him a kiss.

It was only a moment of drunken silliness, but I couldn’t believe the strange erotic feelings I had.

From that moment on, I started to gently pleasure myself in bed at night and I always used the incident of the girl pulling the boy away as fantasy material. I realized I was extremely excited by the idea of another woman stealing my lover and then making me watch them together.

I don’t know how ladies end up with this kind of strange erotic fantasy, but some of us do and there’s nothing we can do about it.

I kept my fantasies totally secret for long time, but there were a few more strange incidents that also made me realize that I had a very submissive side.

When I started college, an unhealthy relationship with a female bully further solidified my erotic preferences.

I was eighteen and in my freshman year when a particular girl picked me out as the focus of her evil attention. I don’t really know why I became a target, because I considered myself to be an attractive and confident young lady. I was pleased with my figure. I had large, but firm, breasts, a narrow waist and a pert bum and long legs. Most people considered me pretty and I had always been fairly popular at school.

That was until I met Sophia Wilson .

She was a sophomore at college, and was very quick to assert her authority over me and most of the first years she met. During the first semester, using all the usual tricks and bribes, she stole a lot of my friends and set up her own gang.

She was a classic bully and managed to turn a lot of people against me and make me feel very lonely. I was pleased when one day she told me that we should be friends, and invited me to her house to play.

Unlike most other students, she didn’t live on the college campus because her parents had bought her a big house on the edge of town, When I got there her housemate was not at home and I slightly disconcerted that we were alone.

When we’d had some snacks and done some girly talk, Sophia told me that her favorite game was playing doggies. She said one person would be the ‘pet owner’ and the other person the ‘animal’. I was amazed that she was talking about something so childish and weird sounding, but I have to admit that some part of me was curious and perhaps even a little bit excited by the idea.

I asked how we decided the roles and she said we would toss a coin. She chose heads and I ended up with tails.

I later discovered that this was not a surprise, because she was using a trick coin her brother had bought from a magic shop.

I was trapped in the game and I decided to try and play along.

First, Sophia made me get down on my hands and knees and walk around like a dog, and then she made me bark. I can remember how uncomfortable I felt, but at the same time part of me was very aroused.

As the game continued, Sophia got more and more bullying and dominant. She produced a real dog collar and lead and put it around my neck.

I sat up to protest, but she immediately shouted at me. ‘Down you bitch!’ she screamed with real rage. ‘If you come to my house then you play my games! You don’t want me to tell everybody at college that you came round here and asked to be my pet dog do you?’

Outraged, I shook my head. ‘But I didn’t ask to-’

‘Shut up!’ she said, lifting her hand as if she was going to strike me.

I was scared and aroused at the same time.

I couldn’t believe how quickly she’d got me on the floor pretending to be an animal. She was so strong and assertive I couldn’t help but go along with her commands.

For the rest of that evening we played the puppy dog game and she even made me take off my skirt and blouse, so that I was crawling around in just my socks and underwear.

Occasionally she would spank my bottom and I found the whole experience very disturbing but also strangely erotic.

The next day at college things got even worse. Sophia called me her ‘puppy dog’ in public and made me kneel by her feet during the break.

Very hesitantly, I did as she commanded. She was the head of the biggest girl gang and being her ‘puppy dog’ was better than being ignored or being directly bullied.

Once I was kneeling next her, she ignored me and the gang carried on chatting and bitching.

For a few days she did nothing more harmful than call me names and make me sit on the floor next to her, but one day the following week she invited me round to her house to play again.

She did so in a friendly tone and was full of charm and smiles. ‘We had such great fun didn’t we? Why don’t you come round again? I really like playing with you,’ she said in very seductive tones. ‘It’s great fun. Please, please come round and be my puppy dog again,’ she pleaded.

I couldn’t resist.

I wanted her to like me, I wanted to make certain that I was never the victim of her bullying gang, and part of me also found the activities strangely intriguing and exciting.

Once again, I found myself at Sophia’s house, and once again I ended up being bullied.

Initially, being very polite and charming, Sophia made me a snack and then actually stroked my cheek while she described how much she loved playing puppy dog games. ‘Please be my puppy just as before,’ she said, and she lifted up the collar and leash. ‘Let’s do it all over the house and garden now. Oh please!’

At first I protested and very gently suggested that we did something else. I tried to say that it was perhaps more fun for her than for me, but she was completely insistent. ‘Listen,’ she said more firmly. ‘Just do it! Now take off your skirt and blouse so you don’t get them dirty.’

Of course I eventually did as I was told, and I ended up being her puppy dog and crawling around her house on my hands and knees.

Sophia knew exactly how to control and manipulate, and I just accepted it.

For almost a whole year, she bullied me