Summary of this Story:
Kim, a transwoman devoted to Mistress Patricia, joins her glamorous owner for an erotic night out from the mansion. In the horse and buggy on the way to a village dive bar, Mistress Patricia uses her strap-on to dominate Kim, fingering her wetness and thrusting hard until climax, then bites her neck to drink blood. At the bar’s corner booth, Kim takes control, licking Mistress Patricia’s pussy, fingering her to orgasm, and riding her strap-on intensely. Their power exchange seals a deep bond of ownership and trust amid the smoky atmosphere.
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### The Night Out in the Village
Kim and Mistress Patricia sat in the living room of Mistress’s mansion, dressed in formal silk lingerie. Kim, a transwoman in her 30s, always wore glamour lingerie and clothing. She had been Mistress Patricia’s play girl for the past year. Mistress Patricia, a glamorous, classy woman in her 40s, held most of the control and power in their relationship.
Her gaze lingered on Kim’s chest as she waited for her next command. Kim knew about Mistress Patricia’s jealousy. She always made sure to please her. Even though Kim didn’t have a large package, she knew how to make it look good under her lingerie with the aid of her penetrable vagina.
Mistress Patricia stood up and walked to the corner of the room. She grabbed a strap-on, which she always wore under her dress, and turned to face Kim. “You know what?” Mistress Patricia said. “I haven’t got to fuck your pussy in a few days, and I am feeling generous. A reward may be given if you do exactly what I want from you.”
Kim’s eyes lit up. She nodded eagerly.
“Good,” Mistress Patricia said. “We’re going to take a trip to the bar. The horse and buggy are waiting out front. I will be right out, so you go get in and warm that nice tight little pussy up for your Mistress.”
Highway Heat
Kim sashayed out the door and climbed in. She took a seat on the nice soft velvet cushions that lay across the huge cabin of the buggy. Kim took a deep breath.
Mistress Patricia climbed in after her. She rewarded Kim with a wicked grin. Both leaned against the rough wooden wall. She pulled Kim in for a deep kiss. Both could taste the smoke and whiskey on their lips. Kim moaned into the kiss as Mistress Patricia slid her hand up Kim’s thigh, under Kim’s dress, and found wetness.
Mistress Patricia broke the kiss. “Suck on my strap-on, Kim,” she commanded, her voice low and demanding. “Get it nice and wet for me.”
Kim sank to her knees and pulled the strap-on out from under Mistress Patricia’s dress. It was already hard and slick. Kim took it into her mouth. She heard Mistress Patricia moan. Kim sucked harder. She put a finger inside and found the ball of Mistress Patricia’s clit. She rubbed it in a circular motion.
After a few minutes, Mistress Patricia pulled Kim back up and pushed her against the wall. She hiked up Kim’s dress. Her fingers slid into Kim. “You’re so fucking wet, Kim,” Mistress Patricia murmured in Kim’s ear, her breath hot against Kim’s skin. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
She pushed into Kim with one swift motion, laying her back on the huge velvet cushioned seat. Kim cried out as she started to pound into her. “Fuck, you feel so good, Kim,” she growled, her fingers digging into Kim’s hips. “You’re mine, and don’t you forget it.”
Kim moaned in response. Mistress Patricia fucked her harder, faster. Just as Kim was about to cum, Mistress Patricia pulled out and spun her around to face the wall. She pushed Kim forward. Kim braced herself as Mistress Patricia entered her again from behind. She fucked Kim hard and fast.
“Come for me, Kim,” Mistress Patricia commanded, her voice tight. “Come for me now.”
Kim did. Her body shook as Mistress Patricia fucked her through it. Finally, both panted and sweated. Mistress Patricia pulled out and turned Kim around to face her. She brushed a lock of hair from Kim’s face. “You were amazing, Kim,” she whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Kim’s lips. Then her fangs latched onto the side of Kim’s neck. She sucked the blood until it stopped.
Kim smiled. “I couldn’t have done it without you, Mistress,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I want to make you proud,” Kim replied.
Mistress Patricia leaned in closer, her breath hot against Kim’s ear. “Oh, Kim, I have no doubt about that,” she said, her hand trailing up Kim’s thigh.
Dive Bar Domination
Kim’s heart skipped a beat. Mistress Patricia was taking her to a dark, smoky corner dive bar in a nearby village, where the usual rules were thrown out the door. Kim led the way into the bar as they arrived. She admired the imposing structure. The building was old, with boards creaking and a fresh spring smell hanging in the air.
Mistress Patricia pulled Kim aside before they entered. “Just remember, Kim, this is your chance to be in control,” she said. “But I won’t be pleased unless you caress me only sitting in the corner booth and make me beg for it.”
Kim nodded. She led Mistress Patricia into the booth. Kim knelt down in front of her and unzipped her dress. Mistress Patricia’s strap-on hung down between her legs. Kim grabbed it and pushed it deep inside Mistress Patricia’s pussy. Mistress Patricia gasped.
Kim’s hands moved up her body, feeling her soft skin and running her fingers through her hair. She kissed Mistress Patricia’s neck and ear. “You’re mine,” Kim whispered, her voice low and raspy. “I’m gonna make you beg for it.”
Kim kissed her way up along her smooth inner thighs until she reached Mistress Patricia’s bush. Her tongue slithered up the slit, tasting the juices. Mistress Patricia moaned and grabbed Kim’s head, holding onto it. Kim lapped at her pussy, slurping up her nectar while Mistress Patricia humped toward her face.
Kim slipped first one, then a second finger into Mistress Patricia’s slippery pussy and pumped them in and out while licking and sucking her clit. Mistress Patricia tensed up, moaning louder and longer. Tension suddenly left her body. She shook and cried out. Kim continued to eat her pussy as she came. She didn’t stop her.
Mistress Patricia relaxed, catching her breath. She rocked her hips toward Kim’s face again. Her pussy had flooded with lubrication. Kim slurped it up around her pumping fingers before focusing on the clit.
Mistress Patricia steadied Kim by holding her waist. She reached for Kim’s cock and guided it toward her pussy. Both moaned as Kim lowered herself onto it. Kim’s cock embedded in Mistress Patricia’s hot, slippery pussy. Kim’s hands caressed her ass as she moved up and down. Kim’s attention went to Mistress Patricia’s bouncing tits.
Kim leaned in to kiss her. She brought Mistress Patricia’s hands from her ass to caress them. Both tongues explored each other’s mouths. Mistress Patricia’s hands explored the soft, smooth flesh of her tits. Her pussy moved up and down Kim’s rigid tool.
The longer she rode Kim, the harder she rode. Mistress Patricia placed the head of Kim’s cock at her pussy and pushed just a little. Kim felt the warmth and wetness with her dick. She moved it up and down slowly to lube it with pussy juice. Then she stopped. Mistress Patricia grabbed the edges of the table. Her legs stayed straight apart, knees bent. She pushed her hips up toward Kim.
“Oh… my… God,” Mistress Patricia said as Kim went deeper. Kim gave one last jab. She pushed almost all the way in. Mistress Patricia gasped for air. Her hands gripped the end of the table so hard her knuckles cracked. Her toes curled.
Kim’s penis was still half erect. She felt the tip pushing at the back of Mistress Patricia’s pussy. With every shove, Mistress Patricia flinched. She clenched her hands into fists. She shouted and pleaded. Then her orgasm washed over her. Cum released from her pussy onto the cock inside her and on Kim’s balls.
Mistress Patricia put a lock on her ownership. As the waves of pleasure faded, she pulled Kim close, their bodies slick and spent in the dim booth light. Kim rested her head on Mistress Patricia’s shoulder, feeling the steady thump of her heart. “You’re perfect,” Mistress Patricia murmured, tracing lazy circles on Kim’s back.
They shared a final, tender kiss, the bar’s distant chatter fading into irrelevance. In that moment, their bond felt unbreakable, ownership sealed not just in passion, but in the quiet trust they’d built through every command and surrender. They slipped out into the night, ready to return home as one.
