BDSM Madam President, Secret Desire

A palpable feeling was there. It was almost like two sisters sharing secrets, even though they had only recently met. Mistress Joanna had already revealed her past. And now Christine's breasts were exposed in front of the mirror, her nipples at full attention, with the Mistress still rubbing them ever so softly.

"I grew up in a different era," Christine reminisced. "It was a much different time back then. We didn't know all the terms they have now. Everything was basic and simple."

The Mistress listened attentively, rubbing the breasts, then using the tips of her fingers to sooth those nipples which she had punished earlier.

She continued, "My first experience with these feelings was watching that movie Star Wars for the very first time, oddly enough. Seeing the Princess being grabbed and thrown, tossed into a cell. It gave me strange feelings. Then I went to college and there I was exposed to women's movements. Equal rights and so forth. I felt guilty about the feelings I had. I thought there was something wrong with me."

"A lot of subs have that feeling of guilt, at first. Then they learn to embrace it."

"I didn't embrace it until many years later," Christine replied. "I had been in a few serious relationships, and a failed marriage. The sex had always been decent. Nothing I could complain about. I thought there was something wrong with me. I rarely ever had an orgasm. I always faked it with my partner. There was always an itch that lingered. Like something I couldn't scratch."

The Mistress rubbed her face against the top of the President's hair, while continuing to rub those exposed tits, showing just how interested she was, and how much she cared.

Christine continued, "It wasn't until I became a Senator that I learned to embrace my sexuality, ironically enough. Politics is really an all-boys-club. It's very masculine and male centric. As a strong woman, I hated it. That was, until I attended a fundraiser at the home of a fellow female Senator. I was looking for the bathroom to wash a stain from my dress. I wandered up the stairs. I heard a noise and peeked through the door. That's when I saw her, my mentor, a woman I deeply admired-- she was tied to the bed and being ravished by two men, who were taking turns on her."

The Mistress remained silent, but caressed the breasts harder, soothing the nipples with her fingers.

She continued, "My initial reaction was that she was being raped. But I listened to the moans more carefully. I saw the look in her eyes as she saw me. Our eyes were locked as she was getting royally fucked. There was a ball gag in her mouth, so she couldn't say anything. I just watched. Standing there like a fool. Later that night, she told me everything and introduced me to her friends. That was 10 years ago, and now here I am, my breasts exposed in front of you."

"Was that how you met Bolton?"

"He was the one fucking that Senator," the President answered. "I was introduced to him later that night."

"And how long before you entered his world?"

"It took me a few weeks before I could process everything."

The Mistress pinched the nipples again. "What sex acts did he do to you? Did he put you through the gauntlet? Did he push the boundaries of your new-found submission?"

"He did everything to me," Christine breathed. "He paired me with the best dominants, male and female. It was mostly basic things, one-on-one. Whips, flogs, spankings. I also enjoyed being tied and made to serve. I'm very oral."

"What's the most extreme thing you've ever done?" the Mistress inquired.

Christine paused, "I can't believe I'm going to tell you this, but as a Senator, I was dominated in my office once. I was tied to my desk, bent over, and the dom took me from behind. Anally."

"How naughty."

"I know."

There was a look of shame on Christine's face as she admitted her sexual transgressions to this young woman, whom she barely knew. But she enjoyed getting these secrets off her shoulders, sharing with another person who truly understood her desires.

"I'm going to push your limits tonight," the Mistress said firmly. "Your submission will be valued and cherished. I'm young, but I know what I'm doing. Tonight, my wish is to give you memories you'll never forget."

"Thank you."

The Mistress lifted the robe from the President's shoulders, peeling it back to remove it completely.

"Stand up," Mistress Joanna ordered.

Christine stood, allowing the robe to slip away. She stood completely naked and unabashed, both of them staring at the mature figure in the mirror.

"Do you like what you see?" Christine asked.

She anxiously awaited Mistress Joanna's reply.. It was unusual, because Christine never cared what people thought of her, unless it was to her advantage somehow. But this was something else. A craving for sexual release.

"You'll find out how much I like you," the Mistress replied. "Everyone will know how much I like you. Wait here. Don't move."

Mistress Joanna went to the closet and returned a moment later with a small, plain white tshirt. She handed it to the President. Gosh, was the tshirt small. After a moment of struggling, Christina managed to slip it on. It was so tight that her hard nipples poked right through. The brown shade of her nipples were clearly visible through the light cloth. Worse, the tshirt wasn't long enough to cover her bottom, leaving the lower half of her ass and pubic hairs exposed.

Then, the Mistress opened the drawer and grabbed a leash & collar. She wrapped the collar around the President's neck. There were silver words in front of the collar, which read O-W-N-E-D. There was also a leash underneath those words too.

"Do you agree with what your collar says?" the Mistress asked.

"Yes."

"Ask me for it."

"Own me."

The Mistress slapped the President's right tit-- hard and painfully, causing it to jiggle.

"Own me...what?" the Mistress asked sternly.

Christine mentally cursed herself. It had been a long while since she had served this role. She needed to be better.

"Own me, Mistress."

"Good pet," Mistress Joanna smiled. "A good submissive knows what the dominant expects. I won't be coy. When I say something, it will be blunt and direct, and I expect you to perform without hesitation. If it's too much for you, use the code words. But know that it's my job to make you feel amazing as my sub."

"Thank you. You possess rare qualities as a Domme. You have a tender heart and a soft touch."

"Shhh...you'll ruin my reputation," the Mistress joked.

"Our secret, I promise."

Mistress Joanna patted the President's butt. "It's time. We'll use the bathroom before we go. Freshen up a little. Then we'll join everyone else. A new world awaits us."

The look in the Mistress's eyes made Christine's pussy twitch with a nervous excitement.

Games We Play

The large pool was surrounded by adjacent rooms and facilities, forming a giant square shape. There was no roof, and the sky was a dark shade of orange as the sun was setting. It was still hot outside.

Besides the large pool in the center of the area, the other surrounding facilities included several private hot tubs, large screen tvs, and places for light refreshments.

Different colored tropical plants and fire lamps helped bring an exotic feeling to the area. It was like heaven in the form of a sexualized summer resort.

It was easy to forget the luxury of this leisurely place because of all the debauchery that was happening. It was a very hedonistic lifestyle.

Nudity was abound. Partial nudity too. It wasn't like people were just hanging out and having a good time, like they were in a club. No, this was absolutely nothing like a club. Not a normal club anyway.

Here, people were in pairs, or small groups. There was a clear dominant, a man or woman being served. And there were submissives serving them. Most of the patrons were older, wealthy, and dignified people. These were the major donors who helped fund the President's campaign. But in here, that sort of power didn't matter. The only power that mattered was sexual power. Pure and simple.

They were mostly lounging around in different areas of the main pool. Some with just their feet in the water. Others were halfway in or simply sprawled on the concrete floor.

Some of the dominants were wealthy old men, tending to their young, model-like submissive women. Other dominants were beautifully styled women, keeping rich, powerful men by the chain.

As the half-naked Christine was trotted out by the collar, ass and pussy exposed underneath the small tshirt, she felt a powerful humiliation. She fully expected all eyes to turn and watch her, the sitting US President being pulled around like a cheap whore by Mistress Joanna.

But that wasn't the case. People focused on their personal dom/sub duties. It was then that she learned an important lesson. A dom/sub relationship can be a very powerful bond. In the real world, under normal circumstances, people would kill to see Christine partially naked like this, just for the taboo factor of seeing a beautiful woman of power, being reduced to a submissive. In here though, the subs knew their duty was to serve. The doms knew their primary duty was tending to their subs.

She looked around the pool area and noted that the action was still fairly tame. It was mostly submissives feeding their dominants fruits and drinks. Lots of dirty talk, it seemed. Plenty of whispering in each other's ears. To the edge of the pool, there stood a submissive with a black basket, full of condoms. Every now and then, a sub would approach and take one, or maybe two...

The average age of the older clientele helped put Christine at ease. Under normal circumstances, there was no way a woman of her age or stature would be involved in a scene like this. Not here though. Christine was considered young compared to these other patrons. Especially after the makeup work her Mistress had given her.

When Christine was told to kneel on the floor, she did so. They stayed in a more private open area by the wall, where Mistress Joanna sat on a comfortable leather sofa, and the President had to kneel on an expensive carpet. There were fruits and drinks arranged on the nearby table. All kinds of exotic sliced fruits, which matched the exotic atmosphere of the area.

While she was in the kneeling position, Christine was acutely aware that her butt and vagina were sticking out, but what choice did she have?

When Christine was told to feed her Mistress, she did so, serving grapes at first, one at a time, then drinks.

"This must be strange for you," the Mistress said, snacking on another grape being fed to her. "All these years of people kissing your ass. Bowing down to you. Giving you everything you want. All the power at the tip of your fingers. Now here you are, feeding me. Serving me."

Christine continued serving. "It's certainly a change of pace."

She had her own pride, and it was tough for Christine to fully submit to this young woman. Deep down, she was burning with humiliation at the scene. This was far beneath her and the office she held. If the public knew this was happening, she'd be ruined. Her legacy would be destroyed and she'd lose her re-election campaign in a whopping landslide. Yet, here she was, unable to resist leaving.

"You're being vague," Mistress Joanna said in a disapproving tone. "Are you wet? That will tell me everything I need to know."

"Yes, I am."

"Show me, while you remain on the floor."

Christine hesitated for a moment, causing the Mistress to shoot her hand across her pet's bare backside. Then she obeyed. With one leg on the floor, she lifted her other leg, exposing her pussy to the Mistress. It was covered in a neatly trimmed patch of hair, and the inside glistened pink. She felt a bit self-conscious exposing her aged sex to this gorgeous young Goddess, but orders were orders, and that spank hurt...

The sight of it made the Mistress's bright blue eyes sparkle.

"Now feed me again," Mistress Joanna said. "Take the watermelon slice from the tray, then flavor it with your natural juices."

The thought made Christine a little uneasy at first, yet oh-so-very aroused. She took a sliced watermelon on the tray, then rubbed it on the outer layer of her pussy, letting it soak up her juices. Then she brought it to the Mistress's mouth.

Mistress Joanna looked her sub right in the eyes when she opened her mouth and ate it, tasting the President's pussy fluids when she bit down.

"Delicious," the Mistress smiled, savoring the taste. "Now it's your turn. I can't be greedy with all the fruits. You must be hungry by now."

Christine nodded, wondering what was coming next. This was the first time she had ever fed anyone. She was the one who was used to being pampered, now the tables were about to be turned.

While their eyes were locked, Mistress Joanna leaned back on the leather sofa and slowly hiked her dress up, opening her legs in the process. She was cleanly shaven and her pussy lips were bright pink. Much like Christine, she was also wet and aroused. The inside of her vagina was fully exposed as she spread wide, allowing Christine to see deep inside the wet hole.

"Bite half of a strawberry," Mistress Joanna ordered.

Christine obeyed, taking a strawberry from the tray and biting only half of it.

"Good girl," the Mistress said in a praising tone. "Now, wipe the open end of the strawberry inside of me. Get as much of my lovely flavor as you can. Then eat the rest of the strawberry-- slowly-- savoring my taste."

The order was perfectly clear. Christine obeyed and wiped the half-bitten strawberry inside Mistress Joanna's pink, wet pussy. The fluids were clear and thin. It made Christine salivate at the thought of tasting it.

In a simple move, Christine bit the strawberry, leaving only the green stem left. She chewed it and looked up at her Domme as she rolled her tongue around the strawberry in her mouth, tasting the pussy juice.

"Well done, my pet," the Mistress said, pleased. "Have you eaten pussy before?"

"I have."

Mistress Joanna tapped her clit. "Show me."

It wouldn't be very difficult. Not when the pussy was that attractive looking and enticing. In fact, Christine had been looking forward to this ever since she had first laid eyes on the Mistress.

Christine devoured the pussy in the way that she was expected. She knew what the Mistress wanted, so she obeyed.

Her tongue gave long hard strokes against the clitoris. Her lips gave it hard kisses. Then finally she sucked. First, she sucked each side of the Mistress's labia, pulling them in the process. Then she sucked the clitoris, which made the Mistress moan.

These were simple techniques that Christine had learned from a previous Domme. But what made Christine so good at it was her passion. She liked to please when it came to subservient sex. She relished this role for reasons she could never understand. It gave her pleasure to please whoever was dominating her.

As she continued licking, the Mistress reached for a fresh coconut drink, still in the natural shell, and poured it slowly over her own vagina. Christine continued sucking the pussy, lapping her tongue up & down, with the coconut juice now flowing over it, tasting the sex along with the fresh nutrients.

For those few minutes, Christine was in her own world as she ate the pussy. She had always enjoyed eating pussy. She loved making her Mistress moan, groan, and squirm.

That concentration was broken when the Mistress spoke to someone else.

"Mrs. Williamson, how are you doing?" the Mistress asked, as if getting her pussy eaten was totally normal.

Christine sucked the pussy while passively listening to their conversation. She was too embarrassed to do anything else. She simply sucked and slurped on her Domme's vagina, while the Domme conversed with another lady.

Then, Christine froze briefly. She recognized the voice of this other woman. It was shocking to the core, but she continued eating the pussy, keeping her head down, praying that she wouldn't be recognized. The Williamsons were involved in the social and political establishment in Florida. Christine had been well acquainted with them in her years of national politics. She had no idea if the couple actually knew that it was her on her knees, servicing the Domme's pussy.

It wasn't revealed until the Mistress used her fingers to lift Christine's chin away from the pussy, then tilted the chin to the side, so that Christine was forced to look directly at the Williamsons.

And there they were. A near middle-aged couple. The wife was totally naked, carrying a leash with her naked husband on the collar.

"Oh...Madam President..." the wife gasped, looking down at her. "It's...a pleasure to see you here."

Christine's cheeks burned with shame. "Likewise."

"Let's play a game," the Mistress said with a mischievous expression. "It's the first time my pet has attended one of these events. So let's see which sex act she enjoys the most, shall we?"

The two dominant women agreed and laughed among themselves. Christine felt even more shame at being discussed as if she were a simple commodity.

When Christine was told to stand and observe the area, she did so.

This place of luxurious relaxation, the pool area, had now turned into an orgy of dominance & submission. People were getting fucked in the pool. People were getting fucked in the hot tub areas. The large tv screens showed people engaging in more sex in private areas, allowing outside members to watch. Cocks were being sucked. Pussies were being eaten.

Slaves were made to serve. Dominants were controlling every action.

When Christine was told to sit, she prepared to do so. But not on a chair. She was told to sit on Mr. Williamson's lap, who now sat on the sofa, his hard cock pointing upwards.

Mistress Joanna tugged the President by the collar. "Sit on his lap. Take his cock inside you. In your ass."

It was particularly cruel that she would be anally fucked with all these political donors in the area, but it was part of the submission. The shame and humiliation made her heart pound, which only made her hornier.

The wife grabbed a handful of lubrication and coated her husband's cock, making it ready for the President to sit on.

Mistress Joanna instructed Christine to prepare herself. Taking some lube, the President fingered her anal opening, making it relaxed and ready for penetration.

When Christine positioned herself, facing away from the husband, she was made to face the pool so that everyone could see her. She lowered her ass. The two dominant women spread each of Christine's ass cheeks. The cock pressed against her anus, making her wince. But the women handled her with care, and helped her spread her anus. Inch by inch, the cock entered, until Christine was able to sit all the way down, her ass fully penetrated.

She winced hard at the anal entry. She tried to control her emotions, she tried to stay strong. Her face remained contorted. She could feel sweat beading at her brow. Soon her makeup would wash away, and her age lines would become more visible.

"Perfect!" Mistress Joanna exclaimed, in a cruel and excited manner. "But you know...this picture is missing something. Hmmm...I know!"

The Mistress snapped her fingers at a male waiter, who was helping to serve and collect the refreshments. She told him to undo his pants in front of Christine's face, and he did, holding his flaccid penis out, slightly embarrassed about doing so. Serving his cock wasn't part of his job.

"You realize that this is the President, don't you?" the Mistress teased the waiter. "Do your patriotic duty and fuck her throat, now!"

The waiter instantly turned erect at the thought of getting his cock sucked by this powerful woman. But his face showed that he was terrified of both disobeying the Mistress, and for doing this to President Wallace.

Christine tensed with humiliation again, it was taking a while for her ass to adjust to Mr. Williamson. Still, she managed to open her mouth for the waiter's penis.

All eyes were on Christine as she was being sodomized on both ends. She was always pretty passive when it came to anal sex. She'd do it, if necessary. But it was never something she craved.

Cocksucking, on the other hand, was Christine's specialty. She loved eating pussy and sucking cock. It was a very submissive and painless way to please a dominating partner. She wrapped her lips tight around the waiter and bobbed her head. Occasionally her tongue would swirl laps around the shaft and head of the cock. Precise. Controlled. Easy.

"Look at her go," Mistress Joanna happily commentated. "I love that my President is tough enough to take a cock up her ass like it's nothing. It shows strength. And that mouth. Oh that mouth. She can do a lot more than give a good speech. That mouth is multi-faceted."

"It makes me proud to be an American," Mrs. Williamson added, making both Dommes laugh.

It peeved Christine that her 'friend' would be making such jokes during a critical stage of her submission. After all, Mrs. Williamson wasn't her Domme, Mistress Joanna was. Only a Domme has the privilege of insulting her like that, Christine thought.

As Christine worked her hips on the cock inside her ass, and worked her lips on the cock in her mouth, the taunts from Mistress Joanna and Mrs. Williamson kept on coming, in the most teasing way possible:

"She needs to get fucked before the upcoming Presidential debate. Maybe it'll help her relax more, so she won't be such a rigid bitch, which most people think of her as."

"A blowjob too. I hear it helps to sooth the voice. Plus a facial would make her skin glow under the bright lights. Just think, she can be well-used before going on tv in front of 60 million people."

"I think she likes this. Her pussy looks like a leaky faucet."

"She's about to cum. What a mess that'll be."

Christine was certain that her face was a dark shade of red. The humiliation was extremely embarrassing. But this was for a reason. The burning sensation inside her was becoming more pleasurable.

Not only was she being physically stimulated on both ends of her body at the same time, but mentally, her submission had been taken to depths she had never before imagined. With the cock in her mouth, she looked around through the corner of her eye and saw more people glancing at her.

She could only imagine what she must have looked like at that point to the rest of the onlookers. These were the people who, just that morning, had paid big bucks to listen to her speak, and made further pledges to donate more money. Now here she was, taking it in both holes. Even through her tshirt, she could imagine how her large brown nipples were poking through. How stiff they must be from being used like this.

Even at her age, she was still able to perform. She was certainly no porn star, but she did enough to impress. Something burned deep inside of her that gave her the energy. Her passions were roaring with arousal. Her mouth and ass were unstoppable. This was certainly no position for a lady of her stature, but this was what she craved.

While both holes were being used, Christine felt Mrs. Williamson reach over and squeeze both of her tits, pinching the nipples which poked through her tshirt. It was confirmation to Christine that her nipples were badly visible, begging to be abused by someone, and it happened.

Mrs. Williams pinched those nipples while her husband was fucking Christine's asshole. The waiter pulled Christine's head closer to his pelvis, stuffing his cock deep inside Christine's mouth.

It wasn't long until Mr. Williamson grunted and expressed his desire to orgasm. Christine welcomed this, as her asshole was becoming sore to the touch from all the anal fucking.

After obtaining permission, Mr. Williamson shot his cum up the President's rectum. When he finished, he was told to just sit there until the waiter came inside the President's mouth.

Mistress Joanna lovingly rubbed Christine's hair. "Almost there. I love watching you perform. You're such a natural. Come on dear, show this guy that he's nothing. And you're everything. Show him what a slut you are."

That lit a fire inside Christine's cunt, and she sucked that cock like never before. She gave it everything she had. Her mouth formed such a powerful vacuum that she could hardly breathe, but she didn't care. Both of her hands stroked the man furiously, giving her shoulders a burning sensation that she couldn't get in the gym.

In a matter of moments, the waiter cried and bucked his hips.

"Swallow," the Mistress ordered. "Don't miss a drop, or you'll be licking it off the floor."

That would have been unsanitary, and Christine was a cleanly person, so she made extra sure not to spill anything. Her lips maintained the air-tight suction as she drained the guy, swallowing all of his cum down her throat.

When Christine finished, she released the cock from her mouth. A loud 'plop' sound accompanied it.

"You never fail to impress me," Mistress Joanna beamed. "When you're bad, I will punish you. But when you're good, I will reward you. Now, you deserve a reward. I will have to clean you first."

It was this approval that made Christine feel special. Special in a subservient way. Like a puppy that was good to the master.

Mistress Joanna pulled the leash, lifting Christine in the process, whose ass made a plopping sound when the cum soaked cock was pulled away. Taking the first few steps was a struggle because her butt had been thoroughly stretched a few moments ago.

The embarrassment continued when Christine was taken to the pool area. She saw the debauchery up close. The wealthy elites were all naked and fucking. Dominating and submitting. Sex toys were abound and cries were everywhere. It was like heaven for any BDSM enthusiast.

"Are you enjoying yourself so far?" Mistress Joanna asked in curious manner.

"I am. God, my hands are trembling. I feel such a rush. I don't know how to describe it," Christine answered hoarsely.

"Don't bother describing it. All you have to do is whatever I say."

Christine gulped. "Yes Mistress. Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me anymore, either. I have a reputation to uphold, which is to be the best dominant I can possibly be. I have a passion for this. And I'm true to my word. Get in the pool. The shallow end. Stick your butt out and I'll do the rest."

A clenching feeling had formed in Christine's pussy. The leash was let go, and she stepped into the shallow end of the pool, in full view of all the wealthy donors and resort members who were busy with their own sexual liaisons.

While the lower part of her legs were in the water, Christine rested her face and forearms on the concrete of the poolside. It had already been a hectic day full of exploration, wonder, and fulfillment. As her head laid there, she felt as though she could fall asleep. The feeling was surreal. Her anus still tingled from the plowing she had received. Cum seeped from her tight hole. She could still taste the cum in her mouth as well.

Then she felt it. A kiss on her butt. A kiss on her other cheek. Two women. She was certain it was the Mistress along with Mrs. Williamson, working together as a team. Their hands rubbed and caressed Christine's butt, legs, and backside.

The mouths descended. Oh god. Christine felt a pair of mouths taking turns on her sexual parts. A tongue darting inside her cum soaked asshole. Another tongue darting inside her wet pussy. The hands of these dominant women reached upwards, lifted her tshirt and playing with her breasts.

Christine opened her eyes partially to watch the debauchery at the poolside. Several others took pleasure in watching the exposed President being eaten by two experts of the lifestyle. This was a new world and Christine was a guest.

"You taste good," the Mistress said. "I can only imagine how your orgasm tastes."

Christine mumbled, "Thank you, Mistress."

When she closed her eyes again, Christine gasped as she felt two fingers plunge inside of her pussy. A tongue in her asshole.

There were sounds of water splashing as more people came nearer. Christine didn't dare look. She was too ashamed. Hands of other members began rubbing her breasts, and mouths sucked on her nipples. Hands rubbing her hair back to soothe her.

She relaxed, letting the wave of hands caress and fondle her. Her mouth opened and short, whimpering noises escaped as a tight feeling clenched inside of her. A massive pressure had built, causing her muscles to tense. The orgasm came easily. The pressure was released through a squirting sensation out of her pussy, and into whomever's mouth was eating her.

The feeling lingered for a long moment until she could finally relax. She breathed a sigh of relief. Every muscle in her body was now at ease. The weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders for that very moment.

When it was done, the US President was reduced to nothing more than a used piece of flesh. A warm body that was built for pleasure. Nothing else. Her only purpose, while wearing the collar, was to serve. And she had served her purpose.

Mistress Joanna kissed her cheek and smiled. "Earlier I said that it was my job to make you feel amazing. Looks like I've succeeded."

"You have, Mistress..." Christine's voice trailed away.

She felt a tug on her collar as the leash was being pulled.

"Open your eyes, my pet," the Mistress commanded. "The night is young, and your submission is beckoning."

The blue eyed, blonde haired Mistress Joanna had given a command, and no one could ever refuse her, not even the President.
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The End​