The Evening's Unspoken Command: Having Sex With My Lesbian Madam

Every evening, after the last guest had left the mansion and the other staff members had retreated to their quarters, it was just my madam and I left to our own devices. We would clean up the mess from the day, put everything in its place, and then, when there was nothing left to do, we would make our way to our separate quarters.

But not tonight.

Tonight, as I was about to make my way to my room, my madam called out to me. “Wait,” she said, her voice low and husky. “I need to speak with you.”

I turned around, my heart racing in my chest. I had a feeling I knew what this was about. My madam had been making eyes at me for weeks now, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before she made her move. I just didn’t know if I was ready for it.

“Yes, madam?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

She walked towards me, her hips swaying seductively. She was wearing a tight-fitting dress that showed off her curves, and her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders. She looked like a goddess, and I felt like a mere mortal in her presence.

“I’ve been thinking,” she said, her eyes locked on mine. “About us.”

I gulped, my throat dry. “Us?” I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded. “Yes, us. I think it’s time we take our relationship to the next level.”

I knew what she was suggesting, and I was torn. On the one hand, I had always been attracted to my madam. She was a beautiful, powerful woman, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. But on the other hand, I was scared. Scared of what might happen if I gave in to my desires. Scared of what my madam might do if I said no.

But before I could say anything, my madam took a step closer to me. “I know what you’re thinking,” she said, her voice soft and soothing. “And I promise you, I won’t hurt you. I just want to make you feel good.”

She reached out and touched my face, her fingers gently tracing my jawline. I closed my eyes, my breath hitching in my throat as I felt her touch. It had been so long since anyone had touched me like this, with such tenderness and care.

And then, without warning, my madam leaned in and kissed me. Her lips were soft and warm, and I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through my body. I kissed her back, my hands reaching up to tangle in her hair.

She pulled away, her eyes shining with desire. “Good girl,” she said, her voice low and seductive. “Now, take off your clothes.”

I hesitated for a moment, but then, remembering my madam’s promise, I did as she said. I undid the buttons of my blouse, my fingers trembling with excitement. I slipped it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. I undid my skirt, letting it pool around my feet. I stood there, in nothing but my bra and panties, my heart racing in my chest.

My madam looked at me, her eyes drinking in every inch of my body. “You’re beautiful,” she said, her voice thick with desire. “So fucking beautiful.”

She reached out and touched me, her hands gently caressing my skin. I shivered, my breath hitching in my throat as I felt her touch. She cupped my breasts, her thumbs flicking over my nipples. I gasped, my knees buckling as a wave of pleasure washed over me.

My madam caught me, her arms wrapping around my waist. She kissed me again, her tongue exploring my mouth. I moaned, my hands reaching up to tangle in her hair.

She broke the kiss, her lips trailing down my neck. She nipped at my skin, her teeth scraping against my sensitive flesh. I gasped, my back arching as she made her way down to my breasts. She took one nipple into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it. I cried out, my hands reaching down to grip her shoulders.

She moved to the other breast, giving it the same treatment. I was writhing now, my body on fire with pleasure. I had never felt anything like this before. It was intense and overwhelming, and I never wanted it to stop.

My madam must have sensed my need, because she moved lower, her hands pushing my panties aside. She kissed me there, her tongue flicking over my clit. I cried out, my hips bucking as she licked and sucked at me.

It wasn’t long before I was crying out, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I felt my legs tremble, my body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.

My madam stood up, her lips curved into a satisfied smile. “Good girl,” she said, her voice soft and soothing. “You taste so fucking good.”

I blushed, my body still trembling from my orgasm. I had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed. But at the same time, I had never felt so alive.

My madam must have seen the look on my face, because she reached out and took my hand. “Don’t be embarrassed,” she said, her voice gentle. “You have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re beautiful, and I’m glad I could make you feel good.”

I looked at her, my eyes shining with gratitude. “Thank you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smiled, her eyes shining with affection. “Anytime, my dear.”

And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving me standing there, my body still trembling with pleasure. I knew that things would never be the same between us again, but I didn’t care. I was glad that I had given in to my desires, glad that I had let my madam show me just how good sex could be.

And as I made my way to my room, my body still tingling with pleasure, I knew that this was just the beginning.