Dawn's Perfect Little Slayer

3.

“Hi honey.”

“Hi Ms. Summers,” Faith beamed as Dawn strode into the San Diego room they’d been sharing in the two months since the fall of Sunnydale. In less time than it took to blink, the sultry Slayer was naked, as Dawn liked her in private, and on her knees before her Mistress, hands on her knees. “How may I please you?”

“Such a good girl,” Dawn tousled her mane. “I’ve been thinking, your training has been going well, but I think we need somewhere private to work on your behaviour and making you up into being my perfect girl, so I’ve got us an assignment.”

“An assignment Ms. Summers?” Faith peered up at her dom, puzzlement in her dark eyes.

“Yep,” Dawn giggled excitedly. “We’re moving to Dallas in two weeks, me as your Watcher, and you as my Slayer, oh and…” Dawn paused. “My sub girl-friend. I noticed your pussy needs a shave,” Dawn tapped the bed, “up.”

“Yes Ms. Summers,” Faith leapt up onto the bed, pulled her knees up into her shoulders and spread her ankles as far as humanely possible apart, exposing her pussy for her Mistress’ inspection.

“Good little bitch.” Dawn laughed softly as she ran her fingers up her moaning slut’s quivering twat then strode over to the desk and picked up the razor and tube of shaving foam stood there. Dawn snapped her long mane from side to side before walking back to the bed and kneeling between the older brunette’s wide apart ankles. Faith moaned again as the domineering teen squirted some foam onto her palm, full lips drying in anticipation of yet more humiliation by her dominating Mistress.

“Uhhhh.” Faith’s back arched sensually, her silken hips rising off the sheets when the teen rubbed the so cold foam up and down her crotch, covering her in a white cream, the teen’s fingers moving in an erotically slow circle.

Dawn giggled again at her pleasingly responsive bitch’s reaction. “You good girl,” Dawn husked, “pleasing your mistress like this.”

“Anything for you, Ms. Summers.” Faith groaned as the teen pressed the metal razor against her silken flesh, expertly slicing the stubble away until her labia was smoothly hairless, labia glowing in its pinkness.

“You good girl,” Dawn repeated as she towelled away the last of the shaving foam. “There all done. When we move to Dallas,” Dawn muttered as she traced her fingers around the outside of Faith’s cunny, “I’ll have to do something more permanent about this hair. As much as I enjoy your shavings, I can’t be doing it every week. I’ll have to have you fixed.” Dawn paused and looked towards the desk. “Now it took you too long to get stripped. Over the desk, Faith, ass in the air.” The teen rose and giggled as she began unfastening her belt. “I’m going to break me off a switch, there’s a fixin’ to be a whippin’.”

“Yes Ms. Summers!” Faith beamed as she moved into position, pussy wettening at the thought of being punished. The sultry beauty put Dawn’s ruler in her mouth and bit down on it so not to alert the house to her screams. Dawn was so considerate, giving her structure and rules to live by, it really showed how much she cared.

* * *

Faith couldn’t help but grin as Dawn drove them to the airport. Finally she’d have Ms. Summers to her own, not having to worry about their kinky relationship being uncovered, be able to concentrate on giving herself completely to her Mistress, and have Mistress in turn be able to concentrate on completing her training and dominating her. This was one of the happiest days of her life!

Faith’s chocolate-brown eyes widened when Dawn pulled over and parked at the side of the road. The former Key turned to her, a glint in her eyes that Faith had become very familiar with in the past few weeks. Clearly the younger Summers had some humiliation planned for her bitch.

“Faith,” Dawn reached across the car and ran a finger down the east coast beauty’s high cheek, “as we were leaving I put a plastic bag with an outfit in it in the trunk, I want you to get out of the car, strip, then and only then open the trunk, get the plastic bag out, dress in the outfit, put your old clothes in the bag, place it back in the trunk, and then get back in the car with the handbag that’s in the bag. In that EXACT order, I’ll be watching, understand?”

Faith nodded. “I’ll do as I’m told Ms. Summers,” the submissive former wild child promised ardently before leaping out and hurrying to the car’s rear. Faith’s heart dropped as she realised just how busy the road was, cars racing back and forth en-route to the airport.

Steeling herself, Faith pulled off her denim jacket and laid it on the car’s trunk, then pulled her shirt off, several cars slowing to watch the babe standing at the roadside topless but a for a candy-pink bra with tassles hanging from under it. Horns beeped approvingly at the dark-eyed sexpot’s removal of her push-up, a silky present from Mistress, Faith’s nipples springing erect in the day’s early-morning chill, the day’s cool wind pimpling her boobs’ satin flesh as she leaned down, her tits’ teardropping, and pulled her sneakers off.

“Nice rack, honey!”

Faith’s cheeks crimsoned as she straightened and started unbuckling her jeans, conscious of the slowing cars rubbernecking the beauty’s strip. Faith tugged the jeans down her long, smooth legs, curves gliding out of their denim prison. Next to go was her g-string, to an approving orchestra of car horns.

“Nice legs, when do they open!”

Now completely nude and shivering slightly in the morning’s chill, Faith reached for the car trunk, half-wondering if Ms. Summers might have left it locked as a trick. Or maybe, the plastic bag was completely empty and Ms. Summers would only give her outfit WHEN they reached the airport.

“WHOAAAAA! LOOK AT THE ASS ON THAT!”

Faith’s heart beat again as the trunk did in fact open. Faith bent into the trunk to get the plastic bag, nude bubble-butt jutting out in such a way to cause several near car accidents in the traffic roaring alongside them. Faith opened the plastic bag to find a pair of stilettos, mid-thigh length black silk stockings, a black leather handbag, and a full length mink.

First on were the stockings, the silk clinging to the Slayer’s sleekly-muscled and sensually-curved legs, gleaming muscles rippling seductively as Faith pulled them up her legs. Next were the quickly slipped on pumps, and finally Faith hurriedly tugged on the mink, quickly fastening its belt around her tiny waist.

The moment she was ensconced in the mink’s comforting warmth, Faith hurried back into the car, slamming the door behind her. Dawn favoured her with a smile. “Good girl,” the younger girl praised. “And don’t you look pretty?” Dawn’s smile widened. “To the airport we go.”

Half an hour later and they were striding through airport security, the mink-covered beauty’s heels clicking on the polished floor, the two beautiful brunettes garnering covetous glances from male and female alike. Faith silently passed her handbag to the man running the metal detector, the man’s eyes widening as the metal detector began beeping. “I’m afraid I’ll have to empty the contents of your bag, regulations you understand.”

“Yes sir,” Faith nodded meekly, as always on her best behaviour when out with Ms. Summers.

The man’s eyes widened still further and Faith’s high cheeks reddened as the man opened the bag and began pulling out what amounted to Dawn’s favourite sex toys to use on her girl, a bulging butt plug, police regulation handcuffs, a pencil thin vibrator, six increasingly thick metal anal beads, and a ten-inch shiny steel dildo. The middle-aged man looked up and leered at her. “We don’t find things like this every day!”

“Don’t worry if they confiscate them,” Dawn whispered in her ear, a giggle in the younger girl’s voice as the security staff began encircling the metal detector and take turns examining the toys and wondering to what depraved uses the two lesbians put them. “I intend to buy all new when we’re moved into our new place, sweetie!”

* * *

“Excuse me Miss,” a red-head with the shoulders of a linebacker, a body resembling the Michelin Man’s, and emerald-hard eyes set in a doughy face approached Faith. “Given the objects in your purse you’ll have to have a strip search.” Faith glanced towards Dawn who smirked at her. Faith’s heart sank, clearly this one of Dawn’s ‘treats’.

“Yes officer,” Faith followed the female security officer into a side office.

The officer closed the door behind her then turned to her, impersonal eyes examining the prize before her. “Take the mink off and put it on the table.” The woman’s mouthful of yellowed teeth dropped open when Faith pulled off her mink to reveal her nubile near-nudity. Faith’s full breasts defied gravity as did her rounded, high butt, her long shapely legs encased in black silk stockings, and her waist impossibly taut.

“Huh,” the woman’s eyes lit up like a predatory hawk’s who’d finally seen the mouse she’d been hunting for so so long. The officer licked her thick lips as she walked a circle around Faith, eyes hungrily devouring the practically naked beauty before her. “Girls like you, always think because they’re hot they’re something special,” she muttered, “but not in my office.” The woman grinned and looked towards the mirrored wall. “Assume the position.”

“Yes officer,” Faith moved into position, hands pressed against the wall, legs apart, and ass out. Sweat beaded on her curves, the flickering fluorescent light above giving her alabaster skin a golden hue, as she watched the officer watch her as she pulled on a pair of surgical gloves and stepped up behind her.

“This search,” Faith bit her lip as the officer stepped up behind her and grabbed her tits from behind, gloved hands moulding themselves to her impressive bosom as they rubbed up and down, ever so gently squeezing them, rolling the ripe flesh around in her fingers, “will be very thorough.” The woman’s hands gravitated to her nipples, pulling and tugging on them until they pointed proudly forwards, long and hard. “Nothing taped under those beauties.”

Faith shivered as the woman’s hands slid down her svelte flanks. “Still!” The woman’s hands came to rest on the Slayer’s swelling hips, then glided back to rest on her rounded ass. “Let’s see if there’s any drugs in here.” Faith moaned deep in her throat as the woman expertly pulled her left ass cheek to the side and pushed a finger inside then ever so slowly twisted it around inside her, igniting the Slayer’s sensitive anal nerves. “There doesn’t appear to be anything in there, but let’s make sure.” Faith bit back a groan when the officer pushed a second finger inside, and pushed the pair of digits apart, spreading the Slayer’s ever-so tight bunghole. “Yeah, nothing in there.” The officer took a two-handed hold of Faith’s tempting tushy and gave it a few squeezes, her own moans echoed by the Slayer’s low grunts as the officer’s fingers dug deep into her ass flesh. Releasing her grip, the officer pulled her nightstick off her belt. “I think I’ll check your vagina for drugs next, you mules often carry drugs in there.”

“Uhhh!” Faith’s hips arched when the woman teasingly rubbed the nightstick’s end up and down her folds, electricity volting through her folds.

“STILL!” the woman’s rasp rang in her ear, breath hot on Faith’s face when she brought the nightstick down hard on Faith’s ass, the Slayer’s firm buttocks wobbling alluringly as the nightstick imprinted itself deep into the brunette’s pleasing posterior.

“Sorry Officer,” Faith panted. The officer chuckled before starting to trail her nightstick up Faith’s left leg, the thigh muscle flexing responsively, then down her right leg, then back up her right, every stroke accompanied by Faith’s aroused panting, a panting that only increased as the officer eased her stick end up Faith’s slit, to her ass crevice, and then trailed it back down again. “Please, please,” she babbled as sweat formed on her forehead, “please, please.”

“You really are in amazing shape,” the airport security officer muttered in Faith’s ear as the Slayer shook from the constant pussy stroking.

“Uhhh!” The east coast sexpot’s silken hips jerked forward when the officer stopped teasing her slut and began working the steel-hard, ice-cold nightstick inside her, roughly spreading her folds before its substantial thickness. “Ahh.” Faith screwed her dark eyes shut, sweat dripping off her shaking form as the makeshift dildo was forced inside her quivering moistness. “Ahhhh.” Faith saw the guard’s yellowed teeth part in a smirk at her slut’s submission. Faith knew she could snap this woman in two in a half-second, but she also knew Dawn had sent her in here for a reason, and until Dawn said otherwise, she was to submit. “Ooooh!” Faith clung to the window in front of her, fingers scraping against the glass and teeth gritted as the woman speeded up, thrusting the nightstick deeper and deeper into the Slayer’s heating sex.

And then suddenly the cunt-slicked stick was pulled away, the woman sliding a still-gloved hand up to fondle a titty, her hand rubbing up and down the rounded flesh even as she squeezed it. “You want it,” the woman whispered in her ear as she tauntingly rubbed the stick’s end against Faith’s throbbing folds, “all you need is to beg for it!”

“Please,” Faith panted, desperate arousal filling the full-bodied Bostonian as her curved hips thrust down at the always just out of reach stick, “please, fuck me with your nightstick!”

“What do you want me to do with it?” her new ‘girl-friend’ demanded as she happily squeezed the submissive Slayer’s prime-A rack.

“Fuck me!” Faith panted, tits jiggling as her hips thrust hypnotically up and down. “Pound me hard!” Faith whimpered. “Deep! Deep! Please!”

“Okay!” Faith’s back arched as the guard rammed the nightstick deep into her, twisting it as she did so. “Tell me what you are, bitch!”

“I’m a submissive little slut!” Faith wailed as her hips ground up and down the unyielding nightstick.

“What else!” Faith’s breath quickened, her arousal growing as the woman’s free hand slid down her quiveringly flat belly to rub against Faith’s clit, sweat running down the Slayer’s alluringly-writhing body.

“I’m a willing whore!” Faith moaned as the woman angled the nightstick so its end thumped against the Slayer’s g-spot, vision flashing as her heart raced and a climax thundered over her.

“I want to hear more, pretty bitch!” the older woman instructed, thick fingers pinching at Faith’s clit even as her other hand worked the nightstick in and out of Faith’s trembling twat, Faith’s slicked walls clinging tightly to the implement.

“I’m a dirty skank!” Faith was amazed at the amount of freedom being a sub gave her, the freedom to give in to her urges to be used, to be humiliated, to be punished for all the bad things she’d done and all the dirty urges she’d had.

“Tell me more!” The officer cackled, pleasure flowing with Faith’s juices when the older woman twisted on the naked Slayer’s clittie, her pussy releasing like a broken dam.

“I’m a tramp!” Faith panted as her juices gushed, blood roaring in her ears and sweat dripping from her forehead and into her eyes. “I’m a bimbo! I’m a -, oooooooooooh!” Faith’s shriek echoed around the closed office as she writhed and wriggled on the makeshift dildo, her juices bursting out of her passionately flexing pussy. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” The dark-eyed seductress threw her head back and screamed, cunt emptying onto the stick. “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

The officer pulled her soaked stick out and put it in front of Faith’s face, her free hand returning to mauling the Slayer’s heaving bosom. “Lick it clean.” Faith’s tongue slid up and down the lengthy stick, eagerly gulping and slurping down her own fluids until the stick was spotless. Finally the officer was satisfied. “Get your mink back on and get out.”

Faith quickly dressed and stumbled out, limping after a fucking that would have left a normal woman unconscious. “I hope you had fun,” Dawn linked arms with her. “Now we’ll have to hurry, otherwise we’ll miss our flight.”

* * *
Faith beamed as she climbed onto the plane, noting the luxurious surroundings, her first time flying and she was in first class. Dawn guided her over to their seats, the assorted businessmen otherwise populating first-class taking lascivious interest of the two honeys strutting up the aisle.

Dawn leaned over and blew hot air into Faith’s ear once the jet had taken off, her tongue grazing Faith’s ear lobe. “Enjoying your first flight, baby?” A suddenly breathless Faith nodded. “Good girl,” Dawn’s hand slid into Faith’s mink, pushing her legs apart, “I’m going to finger-fuck you while you sit here, would you like that?”

Faith nodded and managed to gasp. “Yes, Ms. Summers.”

“Good girl,” Dawn praised in a whisper, “but if you scream or alert all these other people what I’m doing to you, I’ll have you crawl up and down the aisle, completely naked, understand?”

Faith nodded meekly. “Yes Ms. Summers.”

“Good girl,” Dawn’s tongue grazed the curve of the Slayer’s neck even as her fingers slid with erotic expertness up and down the Slayer’s labia.

“Uhhh,” Faith bit her bottom lip, knuckles whitening as she squeezed the armrests and Dawn continued rubbing at her crotch, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly, sometimes tenderly, sometimes roughly. “Yessss,” she hissed, rocking slightly in her seat.

“Hush baby,” Dawn muttered in her ear. “Remember you don’t want to be discovered.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” Faith mumbled, sweat beading on her forehead as Dawn’s thumb pressed down on her clit, “be quiet.”

The dark Slayer’s bubble butt rocked back and forth in her seat as the younger brunette started pinching and tugging on her labia, even twisting her nether lips around. “Is the blood pumping into your pussy?” Dawn queried in a whisper.

“Uhhhh,” Faith gritted her teeth together, jaw clenching as she nodded.

“You feel so tight,” Dawn muttered as she pushed a pair of fingers into Faith’s twat, the Slayer’s pussy clenching around the digits, “I do so love your Slayer healing!”

“Uhhh,” Faith’s back arched, sweat beginning to form on her nubile body as Dawn pushed the fingers faster and faster, the Slayer’s shapely hips grinding back and forth in her seat. “Ahhh.”

Dawn smirked as she twisted the fingers around, her thumb pressing constantly on Faith’s pleasure button. “Hush baby, you don’t wanna be crawling up and down these aisle butt-ass naked do you?” the younger brunette taunted in a whisper.

“Nooo,” Faith mumbled, as the image conjured by Dawn’s words flickered in her head and her cunny warmed up as Dawn upped the fingers inside her to three, ramming them back and forth at an ever-increasing rate. “Uhhh,” the Slayer’s heart skipped several beats as her pussy tightened around the digits pleasurably probed her, breath shortening as she rocked back and forth. “Uhhhh, uhhhh.”

Dawn giggled as her other hand slid inside the full-bodied beauty’s mink, down her slut’s quivering belly to pinch and pull on the Slayer’s pleasure button in tandem with the digits pulsing in and out of her. “Gaaaah, uhhhh,” Faith gasped and groaned as the fingers pounded faster and faster, and the other fingers pinched harder and harder, sweat soaking down her naked body as Dawn ferociously fingered her. “Uhhh, uhhhh,” the Slayer gritted her teeth together in a desperate attempt not to scream her ecstasy. Faith’s toes curled and her stomach cramped as heat washed over Faith’s crotch as she bounced happily in her seat, braless, unencumbered tits rubbing up and down her mink coat as her juices spurted out over her dom’s fingers and streaked her flexing inner thighs.

Heart pounding, Faith sunk back in her seat, the mink clinging to her sticky, sweat-slicked curves and limbs shaking slightly in post-climax weariness. Dawn leaned into her, laughing in her ear. “If I told you to strip and crawl up and down this aisle, my girl-friend would do it wouldn’t see?”

Faith nodded, mouth drying in dread. “Yes, Ms. Summers.”

“Good girl,” Dawn kissed her neck and chuckled, “but you did as I told and didn’t draw attention to yourself, so I won’t.”

Relief filled the curvy Slayer. “Thank you Ms. Summers.”
“Good girl.” Faith moaned in her throat when the teen continued to play with her, far gentler than before, never bringing her close to climax, but just keeping her pleasantly warm. “You’re doing so well.” Eventually the brunette slid her cum-wettened hands up Faith’s belly and dried them off there before pulling them out. “Haven’t we had fun today?”

“Yes Ms. Summers,” Faith replied even as the sultry Slayer wondered just what the rest of her training in Dallas would entail.