Dominating Her: A Lesbian, Femdom Story

My Caroline. Just the mention of her name brings back such vivid, sweet memories. Yes, she was cruel, harsh, wicked, as bad as she wanted to be. But for every hour she spent strapping my ass, as I bent over and accepted every stroke, there were threefold times spent loving me until I came over and over again under her soft caresses. I obeyed her without question. The welts would disappear, the stripes fade away, but never my undying love -and lust- for her. One evening, she invited one of her friends over, a twenty-year old extremely pretty blonde named Julie-Anne.
 I was quite used to Caroline's painful sessions with me but unsure about her inviting some stranger over to observe my humiliating punishments. Admittedly, I was not prepared for some of the bizarre twists the events took that summer evening... ~~ Excerpt ~~ "Have we been good today?" she asked, almost whispering. Surely she felt my nervousness, my trembling. Could she also hear my pounding heart? "Yes, mam, " I softly replied, not knowing how to answer. Julie-Anne sat to my left, watching.
Waiting. Like a cat ready to pounce. Caroline squeezed my hand more tightly, pulling me towards her. As she kissed me full, on the lips, she whispered something unintelligible into my mouth, then followed the words with her warm, wet tongue. I greedily accepted it, grinding my lips against hers. The kiss lasted several moments. I felt a tingling in my loins, so familiar to me. Surely she knew I wanted her to attend to me, anyway she desired.
She broke the kiss and looked through my eyes into my mind. "Are you mine, " she asked, smiling sexily. "Yes, " I replied, lowering my head. "You know I am."