Dawn's Perfect Little Slayer

4.

The taxi ride from the airport took about thirty minutes, but then they arrived at a three storey, plantation style whitewashed house out the city’s outskirts, a long stone wall snaking around its sprawling grounds. “Wow,” Faith gasped as she climbed out of the cab, “that’s quite a place how can we afford this, Ms. Summers?”

Dawn didn’t reply until the cab had pulled away and they were half way up its gravelled pathway. “Remember I told you,” Dawn chastised, “it’s all part of that key thing. I can unlock any language, door, safe, or computer system in the world with my ‘Keyness’, getting the money was easy.” Dawn stopped turned to her and grinned. “Oh and by the way, lose the mink.” Dawn beamed as the mink pooled at the Slayer’s high-heeled feet, leaving her naked in the street but for a pair of black fishnets, her lush goodies out there for all her new neighbours to ogle. “You good girl, you deserve a reward.”

Faith gasped when Dawn grabbed her hair, and pulled her down onto the lawn, the younger Summers laughing as she straddled her naked girl’s taut midsection, her hands happily groping Faith’s bare bosom while lowering her head and very possessively crushing her lips to Faith’s, her tongue expertly working into her bitch’s willing, hot mouth. Faith luxuriated in her dom’s attention, Dawn grinding her denim-covered crotch up and down her submissive’s midsection. Dawn practically dry-humped her wriggling sub on the lawn while her thumbs stroked tauntingly at her nipples, the slightest touch sending pleasant tingles through the dark-eyed beauty’s ample chest as her mistress kneaded her silken tit flesh.

And then Dawn climbed off her, laughter bubbling out of her. “Come on baby, I don’t want you getting grass-strains on your bubble-butt do I?”

“No Ms. Summers,” Faith grinned up at her mistress as she jumped to her feet. The naked ingénue raced after her clothed mistress, rounded ass and pert bosom bouncing erotically as she hurried inside.

Faith entered a long wood-panelled floored hall with a wooden-beamed ceiling, a carpeted staircase to the right, a doorway in the left wall, and one under the staircase. “Heels off and follow me,” Dawn ordered with a giggle before disappearing under the staircase.

“Yes, Ms. Summers,” the undressed babe hurried after her mistress, bare feet slapping on the stone steps as she made her way down into a low-celinged chamber. “Wow,” Faith gasped as Ms. Summers turned a light on, illuminating a room filled with exercise equipment. The floor was covered with exercise mats, the wall nearest the door was lined with a rack of dumbbells going up from five to two hundred and twenty pounds, the left wall lined with a stepper, stationery bike, treadmill, and a cross-trainer together with a jump rope and medicine ball, while the gym’s middle was dominated by industrial-looking gym equipment and enough free weights to intimidate an elephant, and at the gym’s rear hung a heavy bag and a speed bag, and stood a grappling dummy heavy bag.

“It’s the duty of a Slayer to be in condition, and,” Faith yelped when Dawn pinched her naked ass, “I want my girl to stay in shape. So…” Dawn turned and grinned at her. “From seven ‘til eight in the morning you’ll be here working out, wearing nothing more than fluffy white gym socks and wrist bands.” Faith grinned at the image conjured by Dawn’s description. “While I watch on the closed circuit.” Faith would have bet good money that Ms. Summers would be doing a whole lot more than just watching, but the last few weeks had taught her to be more respectful. “And through here…..”

Faith gasped as she followed her mistress through a door at the far end of the gym to find a dimly-lit chamber with various forbidding pieces of equipment. Various types of spreader bars, manacles, leg-cuffs, and handcuffs were stacked at the room’s far end, while to the door’s left stood a nailed into the ground six foot wooden post with a set of thick-linked manacles attached to it about a foot from the top. To the door’s right there stood a wooden sawhorse with cuffs fastened to both the front and rear legs. Further into the room and pressed to the right wall there stood a intimidating looking St. Andrew’s Cross, beside that there was a puppy cage, and on the opposite wall there stood a sturdy set of stocks besides an inviting set of pillories. On the far wall there stood a long empty table.

Dawn turned to face her with a giggle. “Surprise!” Dawn laughed. “I know I just use a belt or a ruler to discipline you, but I thought it’d be great to really get into things. I had to leave all our toys behind, but we can go on a shopping trip to replace them and get even more, and really dive into the lifestyle!”

Faith beamed, heart swelling at her mistress’ thoughtfulness, no-one, fuck or otherwise, had ever gone to such an effort for her. And she did so love to be punished. “Thanks Ms. Summers.”

Dawn’s cheeks flushed at her appreciation, the clothed girl grabbing her in an enthused hug. “You’re welcome sweetie.” Dawn pulled away after a furtive grope of the goodies. “Come on, I gotta show you the rest of the house.” Faith raced upstairs after her girl-friend, out through the hall’s rear and onto a white-washed, arch-roofed veranda that swept the length of the house’ rear with two sun-loungers stood on it and a twin-railing, four-stepped stairway in the middle of it leading down to the garden between an Olympic-length swimming pool and a happily-bubbling hot tub. Beyond them stood a long, neatly-trimmed lawn with a stone fountain in its centre.

“Come on,” Dawn grabbed Faith’s hand and led her down the steps and through the stone pavings between the pool and hot tub, until they were stood at the edge of the lawn. Faith’s teen mistress placed a palm between her pet’s shoulders and pushed her down onto her hands and knees, the curvy Bostonian’s ass jutting alluringly up and her tits tear-dropping. Faith braced herself as the younger girl straddled her, her long legs wrapping around the older brunette’s tiny waist as she took hold of her dark mane as if it was a set of reins. “I want to go on a ride around the perimeter of our grounds.”

“Yes Ms. Summers.” Faith started crawling around the garden’s perimeter, a wide smile etched across the former wild child’s beautiful features, content in her service of her mistress, who playfully spanked her ripe ass and moaned constantly at every rocking motion.

“Giddy up pony!” Dawn giggled suddenly. “This is too easy for a Slayer, give me your arms!”

Faith glanced over her shoulder, confused eyes meeting her mistress’ mocking gaze. “Mistress?”

“This is too easy for a Vampire Slayer,” Dawn tartly instructed. “Arms behind your back where I can hold them, lean back, and let your legs do the work.”

Faith gulped. It wasn’t like Dawn weighed a lot, but even so, in this position, it was fixin’ to be one hell of a workout. Faith swung her left arm behind her, Dawn grabbing her wrist and pushing it down until it was level with her hip. After a nervous breath, she did the same with her right. “Pull back,” Dawn demanded imperiously. “Don’t lean forward.” Faith yelped as the younger girl tugged on her slave’s arms, the pressure rippling through her shoulders.

“Yes Ms. Summers.” Sweat beaded into the teeth-gritted beauty’s eyes as she rose up until she was almost parallel. Her pert bosom rose and fell as she gulped in air, her shoulders, lower back, and thighs all cramping with the effort of serving her mistress.

“Better,” Dawn praised. “You good, good pony. Now take me for a ride.”

“Yes Ms. Summers,” Faith managed to wheeze before starting a lumbering circuit around the garden, the day’s cool winds stroking her curvy body, its only slight relief. But for Slayer strength she’d have collapsed in a few seconds, pain and fatigue raging through her like an inferno, breath coming in desperate, aching breaths, air rattling from her heaving chest like fire, and gleaming sweat spurting out all over her naked body. Her thighs and hamstrings had to do at least three times their normal work on a pony ride thanks to the disadvantageous position she was in, while the impact of carrying her mistress was concentrated on her lower back and abs rather than spread across her entire back.

The moment their lap was completed, Dawn jumped off, leaving to Faith collapse onto her aching arms. “Ahhhh,” Dawn cooed as she knelt beside her and tenderly tousled Faith’s silken locks, “is my little pony tired?” Faith nodded wearily, breath still coming in gusts. “I think you deserve a rubdown.” Dawn gently pushed the Slayer’s rich mane aside and began massaging her tight shoulders, Faith moaning softly as her ever so caring dom loosened tight knots formed throughout her ride. The teen giggled at the sexy submissive’s response before working her way down Faith’s lithely-muscled body. “Baby,” Dawn whispered in Faith’s ear as her hands rubbed at the Slayer’s cramping hamstrings. “Roll over.”

“Ugggh.” Faith moaned as she flopped on her back, Dawn planting a gentle kiss on her forehead before continuing her thorough rubdown, focusing on her knotted thighs and burning midsection, but not forgetting to enjoy herself with a few playful gropes of her toy’s prize rack.

“All better now?” Dawn queried as she peered down at the sultry Slayer.

“Yes thank you, Ms. Summers,” Faith nodded.

“Good.” Dawn slapped Faith’s naked ass. “Now let’s get inside, I haven’t shown you the rest of the house.”

Dawn took Faith by her hand and led her back through into the house and into the hallway, then through the doorway on the left wall, and into a lounge with three cream-coloured two seater-sofas set in a semi-circle around a coffee table, a grand fireplace with a rug before it completing the circle. A huge widescreen TV was fixed on the wall above the mantelpiece and through the lounge’s rear there stood an expansive newly-fitted kitchen and a dining table capable of seating eight.

“Nice hey?”

Faith nodded, tears welling in her gypsy-brown eyes and emotion choking her throat. This would be her first real home, the first place she’d ever been loved and wanted.

“Hey,” Dawn ever so gently tousled the Slayer’s dark mane. “Are you alright sweetie?” Faith nodded mutely. “Good girl.” Dawn placed a tender kiss on Faith’s forehead. “Let’s go upstairs and look at everything else.” Dawn leaned into her and bit her on her ear. “Including our bedroom.” Dawn pulled her by her hand into the tiled-floored kitchen and pointed to a door to the right. “But first let me show you the games room!”

“Sure,” Faith followed her girl-friend\mistress into a brightly-illuminated room with garishly-decorated 80s arcade machines lining the right and left walls, with a card table and a pair of leather-bound easy chairs by the far wall. In the room’s far left corner there stood a sturdy, front-illuminated jukebox and in its right there stood a vending machine stacked full of candy, and chocolate, and a soda pop fountain. “Wow, this is amazing, Ms. Summers.”

“Isn’t it,” Dawn agreed with a grin. “Imagine the fun we can have in here! And speaking of fun, let’s show you the bedroom and the rest of upstairs.” Dawn grabbed her hand and pulled her through into the hallway and upstairs.

“That’s our bedroom,” Dawn smirked as she pointed at the door at the top of the landing. “But let’s save the best for last.”

Faith followed her mistress to the door at the far end of the landing, and into a bathroom with a sink, bathtub big enough for four, a walk-in shower, and a door in its left, tiled wall. “Toilet’s through there,” Dawn nodded at the door even as she ever so-casually groped her girl-friend’s pert bosom. Dawn grinned as she looked towards the bath. “Very communal, right?”

Faith grinned. “Oh yeah.”

Dawn giggled before leading Faith into a pastel wallpapered and carpeted single room. “This is in case we have guests. And this,” Dawn opened the next door, “is your room, at least it is if we have guests. So you’ll have to store your Slaying clothes and weapons in here.” Dawn put a finger under her chin. “Of course, I’ll want you with me when we don’t have guests, I’ve got a big bed, I don’t want to get lonely in it!”

Dawn giggled again before walking past a door. “That’s my office. Nothing very interesting in there.” Dawn stopped at the door nearest landing and threw it open with a flourish. “This on the other hand is really interesting.”

“Wow.” Faith definitely approved as she walked in the room to find its walls and ceilings were mirrored, meaning she’d be able to watch Dawnie fucking her, no matter the position. The carpet was lush and thick, and the heart-shaped bed with pink silk sheets covering it dominated the room.

“Beautiful isn’t it.” Dawn beamed. “The walls all conceal,” Dawn pulled one of the mirrors aside, revealing the empty wardrobe, “this wardrobe is for all your ‘real, you and me’ clothes. Of course,” Dawn giggled, “we haven’t gone out and dressed you properly yet, but I bought this costume as a surprise!”

Faith stared in disbelief at the frilly outfit offered by her mistress. She’d done some wicked kinky stuff for her mistress over the last few weeks, but no way was she wearing that! “I ain’t no-one’s cleaner!” she pouted.

Dawn’s eyes darkened. “Oh and I am?” she hissed. “There’s an hierarchy in this house, I’m the top and you’re the bottom. I take care of the accounts and the paperwork, I’m the brains and you’re the muscle. And being the muscle means you do the manual labour.” Dawn put her hands on her hips and glared at her. “You put that outfit on, girl!”

Fully cowed, Faith nodded meekly. “Yes Ms. Summers, sorry, Ms. Summers!”

“Good girl,” Dawn beamed at her before patting her on the head. “Put the outfit on while I watch.”

“Yes Ms. Summers.” First on were the frilly black wrist cuffs, next Faith dragged on the sheer white silk stockings that ended at the mid-thigh with cute little bow-ties at the top.

“Oh yes,” Dawn nodded approvingly, “you good, good girl.”

Faith preened briefly at her mistress’ praise before fastening the rhinestone-decorated black choker around her swan-like neck. Next on was the black, trimmed with white lace headpiece, and finally the low-cut, hip-length French maid’s dress.

“Oh you look divine,” Dawn clapped her hands as Faith pulled on her high heels. “Pretty as a picture, now you go and tidy up downstairs while I do the accounts and fill out your reports.” Dawn beamed. “I’m sure you’ll get high marks.”

“Yes Ms. Summers,” Faith nodded before starting down the stairs, duster in hand.

* * *

“Oh yes,” Faith looked up from polishing the lounge coffee table to see her adored mistress stood at the bottom of the stairs. “My domestic does do a good job.” Dawn walked up to her and shoved one hand up Faith’s micro and began squeezing her ass, while shoving the other down her top and pulling out her titties. Faith squirmed and moaned as her mistress casually felt her property up. “And she looks so damn pretty in her outfit, I think she’ll have to wear it every time she cleans.” Dawn glanced into the kitchen. “Up on the kitchen table, on your hands and knees. I’ll give you your reward.”

“Yes Ms. Summers.” Faith raced through and climbed up onto the hardwood table, bare knees pressing into the table, taken out of the dress teardropped tits dangling down, and her mini-skirt sliding up her silken hips to fully expose her rounded ass and fully shaven pussy.

“Oh you good girl.” Dawn purred and Faith panted as the younger girl stepped up behind her and began rubbing her soft palms up and down the Slayer’s rounded butt cheeks, occasionally squeezing her deep, smooth buttocks. “You’ve worked so hard today haven’t you?”

“Yes, Ms. Summers.” Faith nodded.

Dawn released her grip on Faith’s pert posterior and strode past her to open a drawer, pulling out a wooden rolling pin. “Open wide.” Faith immediately obeyed, then gasped when her Mistress laughingly shoved the rolling pin sideways into her mouth. “I can’t have your screams distracting me, bite down on that.” Dawn patted her on her head when she obeyed. “Good girl.”

Faith’s back arched, her cries muffled by the make-shift gag when her mistress walked past her and unceremonially shoved a pair of fingers into her cunt, her other hand rubbing affectionally at the Slayer’s curved butt. The submissive Slayer pushed her behind back to meet the fingers thrusting in and out of her dripping twat. “Oh yes baby,” Dawn cooed, “you like my fingers in your naughty hole don’t you, you bad, bad girl.”

Faith’s dangling boobs swung back and forth as sweat sprang up on her body, her hips grinding hypnotically back and forth. The Slayer’s back arched as Dawn reached around with her free hand and fondled at the older brunette’s gently swaying titties. “Uhhh,” Faith moaned deep in her throat as the younger girl kneaded her rounded bosom and fingered at her fuckhole, gleefully submitting to her domme’s ministrations. “Uhhh,” drool trickled down her cheeks as she panted and wheezed for air, perfect teeth biting into the rolling pin as her cheeks expanded and deflated, nostrils flaring.

“Mmmm, your twat is so wet,” Dawn whispered in her ear, a lustful shiver rippling through the east coast sexpot at her mistress’ aroused tone. “I’m so glad your Slayer healing means no matter what we do, it’s almost like fucking a virgin every day.” Dawn started pushing a third finger into Faith’s twat, the Slayer’s hips speeding slightly in response. “Oh yes, my good girl likes her reward doesn’t she?” Dawn muttered as she released her hold on Faith’s rack and returned to stroking the older brunette’s firm, jiggling ass.

“Uuuuuh!” Faith squealed into her makeshift gag when Dawn rammed a finger deep into her dry, tight ass, fetish-clothed body writhing in erotic response.

“Oh my girl likes having fingers shoved up both her holes doesn’t she?” Dawn muttered as she pushed her fingers in and out of Faith’s cunny and bung-hole, adding a twist at the apex of the penetrations. “Do you want another one, you dirty girl?” Faith nodded obidently. “Okay baby.” Faith grunted as her mistress added a second finger to the one in her ass and starting pushing faster and faster.

“I love watching you writhe, you sexy slut,” Dawn muttered in Faith’s ear before nibbling at it. “Love watching you move, and knowing this babe is mine all mine.” Electricity stabbed through her when Dawn’s thumb poked teasingly at her trembling clit. “Love knowing that I can touch this hottie whenever I want, however I want, and know she’ll like it."

“Uh! Uh!” Faith panted, sweat beading down her face, her headpiece falling off as she threw her head back, midnight mane snapping wildly from side to side. “Uh! Uh! Uh!” Her pussy heated and fluttered as her finger fucking continued, her mistress speeding up and slowing down, occasionally twisting the fingers around and spreading them around inside her, stroking the walls or driving them up the centre. “Uhhh!” Faith twitched when the younger brunette’s thumb brushed over her engorged pleasure button.

“Four fingers I think…” Dawn muttered before thrusting another finger into Faith’s stretching cunny. “Oh yes,” Dawn’s breath was hot against her neck, tongue licking at her nape, “I’m finger-fucking your hot little twat so good and that sweet tight tushy of yours too, I’m,” Faith shuddered as the merciless brunette pushed a third finger into that hole too, “giving that a right pounding too. Finger-fucking both of my bitch’s holes good and proper aren’t I?”

“Uhhh, uhhhh, uhhh!” Drool dribbled down the Slayer’s cheeks as her heart thundered and the blood running through her veins and arteries was replaced by molten lava. Her tight belly rolled and curled as her pussy fluttered as her climax rushed towards her.

“Not quite yet,” Dawn giggled as Faith moaned an inarticulate protest and the younger brunette slowed her diddling. “My girl comes when she has permission, doesn’t she?”

Faith nodded, secure in the knowledge that Ms. Summers controlled when and how many times she came for her own good. “Good girl.” Faith twitched and squirmed as the three fingers in her ass continued twisting around inside her, but those that had been in her pussy contented themselves with merely rubbing up and down her dripping labia, every touch sending bliss tingling through her. The busty Slayer wriggled and writhed as her mistress continued to tease her, the curvy Bostonian’s muffled pleas for release being laughingly ignored by her mistress. “Ohhh, ohhh,” Dawn purred between licks of Faith’s neck, “does my baby wanna come?” Faith nodded vigoursly, her dark mane dropping in front of her face. “Oh maybe this’ll get you off.”

“UHHHHHHHHH!” Faith’s jaw clenched, her teeth biting hard into her makeshift gag. “UHHHHH!” A half second later her pussy and anus followed suit, her supple back arching, lithe muscles springing out when the teen punched her fists deep into the Slayer’s twin holes. “UHHHHHHH! UHHHHHHHHHHH!” Faith’s dangling jugs whipped back and forth in tandem with her barely covered ass and hips as Dawn continued to fist her, her knuckles rubbing constantly at the Slayer’s twin pleasure centres. “UHHHHHH! UHHHHHHHHHHH!”

Sweat dripped into the Slayer’s lust-crazed dark orbs as her mistress pounded at her twin holes. “Another thing I love is your durability and stamina, you can take a fisting and keep on ticking!” Dawn gloated as her girl’s holes tightened around her plundering hands. “I can do stuff to you I’d never dream of doing to another girl!”

Faith’s heart blossomed at the younger girl’s praise even as her curvy frame jiggled and perspired under her mistress’ enthused ministrations. Pleasure grew from her nether regions to engulf her entire shaking frame even as her fingers clasped to the table under her.

“Uhhhh!” Faith gasped and groaned as the beautiful teen twisted her hands around inside her, the sweltering heat inside her building, like a supernova racing to an eruption, excited juices leaking from her to pool on the table between her spread knees.

“Uhhhhhhhhhh!” Faith grunted as she peered out from behind the dark strands of hair obscuring her vision, eyes bulging as more and more of Dawn’s fists and her slender yet muscled forearms disappeared into her bitch. “Uhhhhh!” Faith threw her head back and wailed as her holes clenched around the intruders, Dawn’s wrists finally working their way into the willing slave. “Uhhhhhh! Uhhhhhhhhh!” Dawn’s fingers expertly jabbed at the Slayer’s cervix, the air reeking with their duo’s sweats and ringing to Faith’s aroused groans and Dawn’s effort-filled grunts. “UHHHHHHHH!!!!” Finally the volcano erupted, her belly tightened as her pussy and anus released, juices fountaining out to gush down to soak her wildly-flexing legs. “UHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“Yes!” Dawn pulled her sodden fists out of Faith’s holes as her shaking pet slumped to the table under her. “See what a nice reward you get if you’re a good girl?”

Faith took the chewed on rolling pin out of her mouth before replying. “Yes Ms. Summers, it was real good.”

“Ah such a sweetie,” Dawn gave her ass an affectionate swat. “Now lose the outfit, there’s a good girl.”

“Yes Ms. Summers,” Faith rolled up and eagerly stripped. After all, she had a rockin’ bod, and when she was nude, Ms. Summers would play with her in all manner of inventive ways. Cover her with food and lick it off, have her finger herself to climax, watch her toy herself, exhibit her publicly, spank her, or even occasionally watch her lick out one of Ms. Summers’ friends while Ms. Summers fingered herself.

Yeah, all manner of inventive way-.

“Uhhh,” Faith’s thought processes were utterly interrupted when Dawn took one of steel-barbelled nipples in her mouth and began suckling on it, the younger brunette jammed her hand between Faith’s legs and rubbing expertly at her quivering moist mons. “Yes,” Faith’s silken hips bucked towards the tenderly stroking digits, “ooooh, ohh, thank you. Yes, yes.”

Faith’s tingling nipple popped out of the younger Slayer’s mouth as the still-clothed Sunnydaler leaned into her, her silken blouse rubbing tantalisingly against Faith’s naked flesh. “Does my little girl like that?” cooed Dawnie. “Does my little girl react just how her mistress wants her to?”

“Yes, yes,” Faith panted and groaned as the younger girl eased a digit between her sodden folds, her pussy squeezing tightly around it, her hands hanging by her sides as she allowed her mistress to do what she wanted, when she wanted, however she wanted. “So good, so good.”

Dawn stroked her hair then clicked her fingers. “Kneel.” Faith instantly pulled away from the probing fingers and dropped to her knees, hands resting on her naked thighs as she peered up adoringly at her clothed superior. “Good girl,” Dawn praised with a smirk. ”Now why don’t you get up to our bedroom? Your master’s waiting for you.”

Faith stared at Dawn in puzzlement. While Dawn had shared her girl around her female friends, her mistress was very, very firm about her not even looking at a man. “My master, mistress?”

Dawn giggled. “Don’t worry, I wouldn’t let a guy defile my girl. Now get that sweet tushy upstairs, you’ll see soon enough.”

Faith nodded dutifully then leapt to her feet. “Right away, Ms. Summers!”