My Dirty Mind (It's back!!!)

Give Me a Twirl (Bisexual)

18+! This is gonna be a continuation to "Just Be Yourself", so I hope you enjoy it. I'm out of data as I write this, but I'm living somewhere where I'm allowed to be on their internet every once and a while, and I start back at school the Monday after I started this. They have wifi. Let's hope the best. Please enjoy my dirty mind...

"God baby you look good in that." I rolled my eyes at Devon as I smoothed out the skirt, checking myself out in the mirror. White leggings. White skirt with a lacy black trim. A matching white crop top with the same trim that trailed spiral patterns up my back. Complete with black heels that gave me an inch and a half of height and the two black and white ribbons keeping my hair in pigtails, I looked like a doll. A very fuckable one if you asked Devon, who'd been groaning in impatience for the past fifteen minutes.
"Come on, just a quickie?"
I sighed and turned around, propping my butt onto the table behind me. "I've spent so long getting dressed up for this. Can I at least wear it until after I'm done?"
He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed grumpily. He was kinda cute when he was pouting. "No. Take it off."
Honestly I would do it in a heartbeat, but I had a job to do, and it was not him. Unfortunately. "Maybe later. Feel free to come try yourself though." I made sure to put just the right amount of stress into my voice to piss him off.
He growled and stormed across the room, nearly slamming me against the wall as he forced his tongue into my mouth. I moaned into the kiss and wrapped my arms around his neck. "F-fuck Master."
He groaned and slid his hand up my thigh. I could feel his bulge pressing against me and I moaned. I was almost upset when the door slammed open. "Devon Rancher, get your hands off him right now."
He groaned again and pulled away. "Come on Mom. I wasn't-"
"I don't care! Keep your hands to yourself. I need him for tonight, and if he's a mess I can't use him." She may have been shorter then me, but Elise Rancher was a force to be reckoned with.
"I did try and tell him Mrs Elise, but he insisted. He can be very handsy sometimes." I piped up and she glanced at me.
"I don't believe that you didn't provoke him for a second, but I can deal with you later. For now, smooth out your clothes. You've got five minutes to get to that runway." She huffed and turned around, heading for the door.
"Is Dad already seated?" Devon piped up, looking a little meek compared to before.
She glanced at him and nodded. "I suggest you hurry and take your seat next to him. The show's started already." She turned again and stomped out the door. "And hands off!"
I smirked to myself as I watched her walk away. Same thing happened every show. You'd think it would keep Devon from trying things, but he couldn't think with the right head when I got dressed up. Even now I could see him struggling to straighten his jeans, a hateful glare aimed at the door. "If you aren't on your knees within twenty minutes of this show being over, I'm going to blister that ass until you can't sit until the next one."
I giggled to myself as I fixed my clothes. I glided across the room with a few practiced steps and wrapped myself around him. "I'll take as long as I want to." I whispered as I kissed him, using the height from the heels to press against him.
He kissed back eagerly, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly. After a second, he broke the kiss, growling into my lips. "Fifteen minutes. And that punishment will be added to the one you just earned for talking back."
I giggled and kissed his chin. "You have fun thinking up something then. Cuz I'm gonna go enjoy myself, and I'll take as long as I want."
With that I skipped out of his arms, enjoying the frustrated groan that followed. I'd probably pay for that tonight, but I couldn't help myself. I always got like this leading up to a show. Something about being a model just made my confidence soar.
It's been almost a year since we started dating. I was living with them full time now. Thanks to a substantially large portion of money, I'd been allowed to move up a grade and graduate with Devon. In the middle of the school year. I'm not complaining, but they kinda stretched how far they told me they'd be willing to help me.
I'd been working as a full time model for Mrs Elise about the same amount of time. She paid extremely well, I got a free outfit every time I did a show, and I felt like a million dollars the entire time. Oh yeah, best job ever.
"Lillian! Here! Now!" Mrs Elise said as I rounded the corner, pointing at her feet. Lillian was the name I went by when I was modeling. Her idea, not mine.
I skipped over to her. She tapped her foot impatiently as I came to a stop in front of her. She glared at me for a second before nodding. "Give me a twirl darling."
I smiled and gave her a quick spin, giggling to myself as I felt the air rushing between my legs. "See? It's fine."
She jerked her head up when I finished turning and I frowned a little. What was she looking at? "Good good, now remember, you walk out with me, give a few turns, and then walk back as I close the show. Got it?"
I nodded a little and smiled. "Yes Mrs Elise."
Her eyebrow twitched a little in annoyance, the same way I'd seen it happen whenever someone said or did something she didn't want. I always called her that though, so I don't know what I did. "Just be a pretty face, and this will go fine."
I nodded again, choosing to remain silent. She was like this every show, torn between boiling mad and having a dozen panic attacks at once. "It will be fine."
She smiled softly and looked up at me. "Yes, you're right. Now, I believe it's time for us to head out." I nodded and she stepped forward past the curtains that seperated the stage from where we were, and I quickly followed.
Immediately there were a dozen camera flashes as they tried to catch a good shot of my outfit. I smiled and kept moving, walking with the same practiced glide. Each step was designed to move my entire body while making it seem like the movements were natural, and it was certainly a great way to catch someone's eye.
There were a dozen or so older men all throughout the room, mingled in between the rest of the people, all watching me lustfully. God was it empowering. They had no clue what my gender was, and they'd probably freak if they did. But for now, all eyes were on me. And I loved it. We reached the end of the runway and I did my best to contain my smirk as I saw Devon sitting with his father just a few feet from where I stood. He had his head in his hands, a light pink dusting his cheeks. I know what he's thinking about~
He looked up just as his mother started speaking. "This is the last piece tonight, which is being worn by Lillian," Someone whistled and I saw her jaw clench a little, "and it is the finest piece I've made for this year's fall line. It features a beautiful pattern made of see-through black lace that contrasts with the white of the rest of the outfit."
As she spoke, I gave little turns and poses to emphasize each of the features she mentioned. This was the highlight of my nights. Devon was full on staring at me now, and I could see a small bit of drool gathering on his lip. I took the chance to spin around quickly. It wasn't one of the movements we'd rehearsed, but it got the effect I wanted as the skirt suddenly exposed a lot more of my ass then it was supposed to.
Devon blushed much darker than I'd seen him do before, and I saw Mrs Elise's jaw tighten again. "And that concludes the show for tonight. I hope you all enjoyed it. Thank you." She bowed a little as I gave a small curtsy. An artist and her art.
We turned and walked back and she gripped my arm just above the elbow, leading me back quickly. I went to look at her but her grip tightened and I figured it was smart to keep staring ahead. There were a few people still backstage and she quickly waved them away. "All of you go ahead home. We'll clean up later. You've earned it."
I could see several people visibly relax and I watched as they walked away, leaving me alone with her. Now that the thrill of the night was winding down, I suddenly felt very, very small. She turned me to face her, anger in her eyes. "Heels off." I nodded a little and slipped them off, keeping my head down.
I felt her hand on the back of my neck and I looked up in time for her to smash her lips against mine. My eyes snapped open and I tried to move away, but she grabbed my arms and pinned them to my sides. She kept going, her tongue wrapping around mine and pushing it down with ease.
She wasn't a bad kisser at all. She was in her mid-thirties, but because of her own philosophy of looking good, she could pass as twenty-five. And she looked amazing for it. But she was kinda my boyfriend's mom.
Even then, I couldn't help the small moan of pleasure that slipped out as she forced me back into a wall. That seemed to encourage her as she pushed my arms above me, keeping them in place as she depended the kiss. Despite my protests, I was enjoying this, and she could tell. After a minute or two she finally broke the kiss, trailing her lips up my cheek to my ear. I shuddered a little as she nibbled on my earlobe. "That is for acting like a little slut up there. I've allowed my son to punish you for me, but it doesn't seem to be working. That is a warning. Understand?"
I couldn't think straight, but I nodded anyways. "Y-yes Mrs E-Elise."
She growled again and I squeaked in surprise as her hand traced up my thigh. "One other thing. I'm fucking sick and tired of you returning my clothes to me in tatters. If it happens again, I will give you a punishment my son won't be ready to give you for at least another two years. Understand?"
I nodded desperately as her hand kept rising. I was a trapped animal under her. "Y-yes Mrs Elise!"
She huffed and let me go. I practically fell as she released me. My legs were jelly, and she'd been supporting a lot more of my weight then I had realized. I heard her shoes tapping as she walked away. That was new.
I took a few seconds to catch my breath and then I stood, using the wall for balance. I had just reached the door when it opened, nearly knocking me back on my butt again. "Dustian?"
"H-hi." Genius.
Devon looked around the door and sighed. "There you are. My mom said I needed to find you. Something about you looking a little red?"
I blushed darkly and he scooped me up into his arms. "It's her fault. She kissed me."
He sighed and nodded. "Figures. She's been complaining a lot here lately that I haven't been punishing you well enough. She did warn me she would take matters into her own hands."
I felt my cheeks warming up some more as I layed my head against his chest. "And you're okay with that?"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm not too happy sharing, but she knows what she's doing. It's not the first time I've seen her do it either. One of the servant girls kept acting up."
I nodded along and bit my lip. "And your Dad is okay with that?"
He shrugged again. "Don't know. He's never complained."
I nodded again as he opened a door, carrying me inside. I looked around and sighed. My dressing room. Good. I heard the lock click and I looked back up at him. "Devon?"
He smirked, and I felt nervous shivers traveling up my spine. "You're three minutes late." My eyes widened in surprise and I squirmed in his grasp. "Uh uh uh, you knew you had a time limit, and you knew the consequences."
I felt my body sag in defeat as he set me down, bending me over the table. "Not my fault." I mumbled as he lifted the skirt up.
He chuckled and pulled the wig off me. The wig was the same color as my hair, a simple dark brown, but my hair was much shorter. My bangs were a little long, and it was long enough to definitely be girlish, but the wig was to ensure no one doubted what I was. Once he'd set it aside he pulled my hair a little, angling my head so it was facing the mirror on the other side.
I blushed darkly as I watched him rear his hand back, giving my ass a firm slap. My body lurched forward a little on instinct as he kept spanking, each hit harder then the last. My breath hitched a little after one and he smirked, tugging my hair a little. "You're being awfully quiet. Maybe my mother would be better at punishing you."
I blushed more and looked away in embarrassment. "I-I'm s-s-sorry Master."
He chuckled and slapped my ass again. He leaned over my, pressing his lips against my ear. "It's fine baby. I know plenty of other ways to make you scream."
I gulped as his hands groped my ass, shaking it in desperation. "M-Master..."
He chuckled and I heard a rip as he split the leggings apart. My eyes widened, but before I could say anything he'd already pushed his finger in. I moaned in pleasure, arching my back into him. "Does that feel good?"
I whined needily and pushed back against him. "M-more Master please."
He nibbled my neck and removed his finger. I heard his zipper and then I cried out in surprise as he shoved himself into me, filling me in a single motion. "M-Master!"
He groaned and started quickly thrusting, each thrust lifting my feet off the ground a little. Shit he was angry. He gripped my hips tightly and started thrusting harder, rocking the table under me. It didn't take long for it to start hitting the wall, and that just seemed to piss him off more as he started thrusting harder.
"Whose a little slut?"
"Me!"
"Who?"
I cried out in pleasure, slamming my head back into his shoulder. "I am Master!"
He bit into my neck, making me cry out in pleasure again. My head was spinning and he knew I was about to lose it. "Cum."
The world went white as I came, gasping and shuddering. He groaned and then I felt him expand as he filled me up. "M-Master~"
He sighed and pulled out of me. "Get cleaned up quick. I'd like another round once we get to the house." I nodded slowly as I straightened out, shuddering in pleasure.
"Y-yes Master." I opened a drawer to the side and pulled out a box of tissues. It only took me a few minutes to clean up the mess he'd made of me, so I was finished and already changing into my regular clothes when he spoke again.
"Make sure you clean the leggings off. Mom just text and told me to bring tonight's outfit with us."
I froze in place, fear setting in. "Y-yes Master."
He sighed and massaged my hair. "What's got you so worried?"
I shook my head a little and nuzzled into his hand. "N-nothing Master."
He smiled a little and wrapped an arm around my waist. "Let's get home then." I nodded and scooped up the clothes as he led me out the door.
Once we got outside, I felt my body freeze up again. "Dustian."
I looked down quickly, biting my lip. "M-Mrs Elise."
She cocked her head at the clothes in my arms. "Show me."
I hesitantly stepped away from Devon and unfurled the bundle I'd rolled them into. She eyed them for a few seconds and then nodded. "Devon, go home with your father. Have the car sent back in an hour."
I gulped as he looked between us in confusion. "If it's about the leggings, that's my-"
She glared at him and he quieted down. "I know. And you'll be cleaning this entire building by yourself starting tomorrow. Now leave."
He hesitated for a few seconds and then started for the car. "I'll see you later." I nodded, but it felt pointless.
She waited until the car had rounded the corner before she stepped towards the door to the building. "Follow me."
I let my head hang as I followed, biting my lip nervously. She led me back into the main room and took a seat in one of the chairs at the end of the runway. I stood a little beside her with my arms at my side, looking around nervously. She glanced at me and then dropped the clothes on the ground beside her. "Change."
I stared at her for a second, the words registering in my head. "M-Mrs E-Elise?"
She sighed and turned to face me completely. "Change. Now. And call me Miss or Mistress. I'm pissed enough as it is and you aren't helping."
I blushed darkly and looked down. "Y-yes M-Mistress." She turned back around, relaxing into the chair.
I bent down and picked up the clothes, turning to walk towards the bathroom. "Where do you think you're going?"
I turned back to her. She was still facing the stage. "G-going to change Mistress."
She nodded for a second. "I didn't tell you to leave this room. Get on stage. You're going to change there."
I felt my cheeks heating up again as I climbed onto the stage, making sure to stand on the large circle at the end. She just stared, one eyebrow twitching in annoyance. I started unbuttoning my shirt and she sighed again. "Slow down a little. I never get to play with younger ones anymore and I'd like to enjoy it while I can."
I blushed and slowed down, carefully thumbing the buttons out of place. She watched eagerly, nearly devouring me with her eyes. I shuddered a little and pulled the shirt off. She perked up a little, and I saw her hand tighten on her armrest. "God you're sexy."
I looked away in embarrassment. Just get it over with. I carefully unbuttoned my pants and looked back at her, staring into her eyes as I slid them down. She groaned in appreciation. "Just like that."
I stepped out of the jeans and kicked them away, blushing brightly. I played with the hem of my boxers, looking back down at my feet. "Drop em."
I did as told. I shivered at the sudden cold and looked away. "Don't be ashamed. You've got a very beautiful body."
I blushed and hesitantly looked up. "T-thank you M-M-Mistress." She smiled softly and then gestured at the clothes on my other side.
I bit my lip and bent over, making sure to give her a nice view of my backside as I did. "Oh fuck it. Just get on your knees and crawl to the edge of the stage. I'm not in the mood for the foreplay." I blushed darkly and did as she said, keeping my eyes on the ground as I reached the edge.
"Head up." I hesitantly lifted my head up to her. She stood and walked to the stage, caressing my face once she got close enough. She stared at me for a second before giving me a harsh slap.
I cried out and she pulled my chin back to face her. "I'm going to tell you what we're going to do. You aren't going to say anything but 'Yes Mistress', 'No Mistress', or 'Thank you Mistress.'" Her grip tightened and she pulled me forward a little. "Understand?"
I whimpered fearfully. "Y-yes M-Mistress."
She smirked and pulled me forward, making me cry out again as she pulled me off the stage and onto the floor. "Knees." I whimpered softly and pulled myself off the ground. She gripped my hair tightly and pulled me up to face her. "You're gonna be a good little slut and do everything I tell you. You are going to get whipped until my arm gets tired, and then you're gonna use your tongue for something useful. If you do it all and I'm pleased, then you'll get a reward at the end. Do you understand?"
I whimpered fearfully. I'd never been whipped before. It was strangely exciting to think about. "Y-yes M-M-M-Mistress."
She smiled a little and started dragging me towards the far wall, not releasing her grip on my hair. I whimpered again but didn't fight her. We reached the wall and she released me. "Stand and bend. Keep your hands on the wall."
I hesitantly stood and did as she said. I heard the jingle of her purse and then she sighed. "God this is gonna be so fun."
I turned to look at her just as the first hit cracked against my shoulder. I cried out and arched my back towards the wall. Then the second one. Then the third. I screamed, trembling. She kept going, each hit cracking against a different spot of my back. "You." Crack. "Are." Crack. "A." Crack. "Slut."
I screamed again, nodding against the wall. "Y-yes M-Mistress!"
"Should you think for yourself? Or flaunt your ass around the way you do?" The hits kept coming, and I could feel the skin starting to split.
"No M-M-Mistress!"
"Exactly. Because you are a slave, and you will listen to your master, no matter who that is. Do you understand?"
The next hit connected with the center of my spine and I screamed, falling to my knees and resting my head against the wall. "Y-yes M-Mistress!"
I didn't bother trying to hide my tears as she dropped the whip, kissing my cheek and forehead, whispering soft praises the entire time. "Such a good boy. You took that so well. Such a good boy."
I whimpered softly and leaned my head backwards against her shoulder. "T-t-thank you M-Mistress."
"Did you learn your lesson?"
I shuddered a little and nodded. "Yes M-M-Mistress."
She led me back to the stage, carefully walking me up the stairs. Once we got to the circle, she kissed me again. "Wait right here for me, okay?" I nodded a little and she walked offstage, picking up one of the chairs with ease and carrying it back to me. She set it in front of me and sat down, pointing at her feet.
I hesitantly crawled to her, keeping my head bowed. She massaged my hair for a minute and I bit my lip. "M-M-Mistress?"
She sighed and pulled my face up, staring into my eyes. "Yes slave?"
I blushed darkly and averted my eyes. "W-why are you doing this?"
She sighed again and kept massaging my hair. "I believe everyone has a place. You, specifically, belong on your knees or with your face buried into a pillow. Whenever someone isn't following the script, I use what will work best to get them to do what I want. You just happen to respond well to being beaten and fucked brainless."
I blushed more and looked down in shame. "Oh, it's nothing to be embarrassed about. And you're very good at staying in your place for the most part. But my son isn't ready to give you the punishments you need to stay in line. And giving you pleasure without pain just encourages more disobedience. Understand?"
I nodded a little, trying to fight off my embarrassment. "Y-yes M-Mistress. I understand."
She smiled softly and unbuttoned her pants. "Now you're gonna be a good boy and pleasure me." I bit my lip as she pulled them down some, her panties following soon after. "Go ahead darling."
I hesitantly leaned between her legs, gently licking at the prize waiting for me there. I had never been with a girl before, so trying this was just as exciting as being whipped. She massaged my hair as I licked, letting out soft groans of appreciation. "Good boy."
I blushed and started licking faster, enjoying the little tugs at my hair. This was actually kind of fun. She suddenly pulled me closer, wrapping her legs around my head. "Fuck, use that tongue."
I panted softly and thrust it in, swirling it around and staring up at her. She moaned loudly and started bucking her hips up to meet me. "Yes, fuck yes!"
Her legs tightened around my head as her grip on my hair pulled to near unbearable levels. She screamed and then I felt her warm liquid trickling down my lips. I lapped at it eagerly and she smiled down at me, panting. "Oh, you've earned your reward alright."

"Mom, what the hell did you do to him?" I glanced at Dustian, who was walking beside us with his head down. He'd been unusually quiet here lately, and it all started after what she did.
She's didn't look at me, but she spoke. "I gave him some proper discipline." I was about to argue but she held up a hand and stopped at a door. "Quiet Devon. And you should thank the two of us. I gave you free training, and he earned this reward for the two of you."
I looked at the door, and then back to her. She nodded and gestured to it, so I took that as clearance. I opened the door and stepped inside, them following behind. Once I took a look around, I felt the biggest grin breaking out across my face. "I figured you two needed a proper place for discipline and training, and Dustian proved he could handle it to me."
I turned to her, still grinning. "You are the best mom ever."
She rolled her eyes but smiled. "The walls are soundproofed, so go nuts." She turned to the door, walking past Dustian, who was staring in awe at the massive collection of whips and other toys spread throughout the room. As the door clicked shut, he turned to me with wide eyes and a dark blush. Oh yeah, I was gonna enjoy this.

4607! So I hope you enjoyed that nice little tease. I know this chapter is probably shit, but I still liked it. The next chapter is already written and will be going up with this one, so you guys can go nuts. Bad choice of words, but editing is for cowards. We die like men. By the way, do you guys enjoy the little out of character parts I've been putting at the end? They give the story a little extra length and expand the characters, so that's nice, but they feel weird to be writing with no explanation. Either way, I hope you enjoyed my dirty mind.