Greetings perverted friends, and friendly perverts.

As with most things that I write this series takes place in a happy alternate reality where people don’t worry about pandemics, std’s, or the need for birth control.

If you read Follow My Sinstructions Step One, and Follow My Sinstructions Step Two, you are already familiar with Mistress Isabella and her new pleasure apprentice, nineteen-year-old Gabriella.

If you haven’t read those stories, this one will make much more sense if you do.

This story contains submission, peeing, spanking, and other assorted lesbian pleasure. If any of that is not your cup of tea, please take a look at some of my other stories and keep checking back because there are lots of other things I’m preparing to submit in other genre’s.

As always, I hope you enjoy reading about some of the things that arouse me in my fantasy life.

IsabellaEmily

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From Follow My Sinstructions Step Two

It roared on and on and on, a tongue against my clit and steady pressure against my slippery opening, and a pair fingers against my anus as the orgasmic pleasure took complete ownership of me.

I screamed and yelped and moaned and thrashed and bucked and spasmed and wept as it went on and on, and then I felt her arms around me and her face pressed against my neck as I continued to weep.

I gave up on everything but feeling my body twitch, and I lay still for several minutes, losing track of everything but my pounding heart.

“So that’s what an Orgasm feels like…” I murmured softly.

“You are such a pretty little slut.” I heard Mistress Isabella say softly, as if from a long way away.

~

With a sudden start I woke up, stretching out my arms and legs. I was under a blanket and had been curled up on my side.

“Wha?…” I said, sitting up.

“Shhhh.” I heard her say. “It’s okay girl. You’re okay.”

I lay back down, realizing that I was still tingling from the intense pleasure that she had given to me. I could move my arms and legs freely and realized that I was no longer restrained.

“Your collar is off.” She whispered. “I thought I’d let you sleep for a bit.”

“What time is it?” I asked.

“You were asleep about an hour.” She said.

I sat up again, and I felt her take the blindfold off me.

I stared at her, unable to find the words to describe what I was feeling.

“That…” I started.

She put a finger against my lips.

“I know sweet Gabriella.” She said.

Unable to stop myself I lunged at her, kissing her on the mouth and running my hands through her hair.

With so much I wanted to say, and so many physical needs clamoring for my attention, the only way I could handle them all was to kiss this beautiful woman.

She moaned against my mouth and her arms wrapped around me, and I stretched out on top of her as our naked bodies pressed against each other.

For long moments we kissed that way.

It was strangely passionate and gentle and aggressive and soft all at the same time. It was like we were making Love with just our mouths.

At some point I started to cry, and she rolled me over and held me in her arms, her kisses turning tender as she held me, which somehow made them feel deeply erotic.

“It’s okay pretty Gabriella.” She said softly, stroking my wet cheek. “It’s okay.”

I closed my eyes and snuggled against her, trembling with emotion.

She kept stroking my cheek and holding me, until I felt her mouth on my breast and wet heat engulfed my nipple as it stiffened against her tongue.

“Oh fuck.” I groaned, twisting my fingers in her hair.

She moved her hand to my Pussy, and I spread my legs as she pushed her fingers against my opening, and then slid them, wet with my arousal, up over my clit.

“Wow.” I moaned, opening my eyes.

She worked her fingers back and forth over my clit as her mouth worked on my nipple, and I began to rock against her as I felt another surge of pleasure push through my body.

“Miss…miss…mis…mm..ma…” I stuttered, trying to warn her about what was about to happen, but I couldn’t get any words out.

“Cum for me you beautiful little whore.” She whispered.

I felt her catch my nipple between her teeth and bite, the fiery pain so sexual that I lost myself in it.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!” I screamed, humping my hips up and down as another Orgasm landed, making every nerve ending in my body tingle and throb.

And then we were kissing again, and she pinned me to the mattress and started to kiss me softly all over my face.

“I want to do more with you sweet girl.” She whispered. “I Love sharing these things with you.”

“I want that too.” I said breathlessly. “What time should I be here tomorrow?”

“First thing in the morning.” She told me with a grin.

She sat up and pulled me up next to her.

“I was kidding.” I said. “I don’t want to be too much. I don’t want you to get tired of me.”

“I’m a long way from being tired of you.” She said, touching my collarbone.

She stood up and pulled me to my feet.

“I want you here with me as soon as you can get here again, and I want you to stay as long as you want to.” She continued. “We have a lot of things to try.”

“Is nine too early?” I asked her eagerly.

~

Ten minutes later we were standing by her front door and I was making sure I had everything.

She’d given me a pair of pink cotton panties to wear, and I had them on under my pants.

“Here.” She said, handing me two bottles of water. “Leave these in your car tonight and drink them on the drive over here in the morning. Do your best to have a full bladder when you get here please.”

“Yes Mistress.” I said.

“No.” she said, holding up my collar, and then placing in on the coat hook by the front door. “I’m only Mistress Isabella when you’re wearing this. Otherwise, I’m just Izzy, okay?”

“Okay.” I grinned. “I’ll try to keep it straight.”

“Straight is boring.” She said with a grin. “Being sexually curious is far more interesting.”

She leaned over and kissed me again, before giving me a tight and loving hug.

“Good night Gabriella.” She said. “Sleep tight.”

I went out into the night air, and drove home with sweaty palms, certain I could still feel her tongue pushing along my tingling cunt folds, and unable to stop wondering about what the next day would bring.

~~

In the morning I arrived at one minute before nine, timing my arrival so as not to be early, or late. I carried the empty water bottles up to her front door with me, as proof that I had followed her instructions.

She opened the door before I could knock and smiled at me.

“Come in Gabby!” she said brightly. “I hope you slept well.”

“I tossed and turned.” I said with a grin. “I couldn’t get last night out of my head.”

“Neither could I.” she said. “I was quite Horny when you left. I spent the whole night wet.”

She closed the front door behind me, and we stood in the foyer, where we’d said goodbye less than ten hours earlier. She was wearing a white robe and was barefoot.

“What time do you have to leave?” she asked me.

“I don’t work again until the middle of next week.” I told her. “And I told my dad that I’d probably be staying with friends on campus a few days for orientation. If I come and go at odd hours he won’t worry or think anything is strange.”

“Do you really have orientation?” she asked.

“I did it last week.” I told her. “But I knew he wouldn’t remember.”

“So you’re Free for a few days?” she asked.

“I can stay until you get tired of me.” I said.

She leaned over and licked my lips, and a lewd thrill pulsed through me.

“That will be a long way off.” She said softly, with her lips against mine. “Shall we get started?”

She pulled her head back and looked pointedly at my collar, hanging on the coat hook.

I reached over and picked up the collar and snapped it in place around my neck.

I was torn. Part of me wanted to act calm so I wouldn’t betray how enthusiastic I was for whatever she had planned for me next. Yet deep down I wanted to show her just how eagerly I needed for her to take charge of me and my pleasure.

The reality was that the more I thought about this, the more I felt as if my authentic self was calling my best friend’s mother “Mistress” while she kept me on a leash and called me names.

It was the most ‘at home’ I’d felt in my own skin for as long as I could remember.

“I believe we should get started Mistress Isabella.” I said. “Whatever you have planned for me, I really fucking need it.”

She reached out and hooked a finger through my collar, and pulled my face close to her own.

“I am glad that you think that piss slut.” She said. “But if I become interested in what you fucking think I will ask. Until then I am the one who decides what you need, when you get it, and how much you will fucking like it. Underfuckingstood?”

“Yes Mistress Isabella.” I said. “I understand.”

“I am pleased to hear you say that piss slut.” She said, reaching for my empty water bottles. “I am also pleased that you followed my suggestion. Is your bladder full as I requested?”

“Yes Mistress.” I said. “I’ve had lots of water this morning, and plenty of juice.”

“Do you need to go right now piss slut?” she asked. “Or can you wait?”

“I need to go pretty badly Mistress.” I said. “I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

“Then get undressed.” She told me. “And when you are naked, I want you to go into the front room and wait for me in the middle of the room.”

“Yes Mistress.” I said.

She turned towards the kitchen and took two steps, and then turned back towards me.

“And piss slut?” she asked me.

“Yes Mistress?” I answered.

“Do not fucking dare piss anywhere in my fucking house without my fucking permission.” She snarled. “Or you will not like what happens to your filthy fucking Ass afterwards. I fucking promise.”

“I understand Mistress.” I said.

She stood staring at me for about thirty seconds, and then she turned and stalked into the kitchen.

I began to take my clothes off, my palms sweaty and my heart thudding. My hands were shaking, and I was on the edge of sexual arousal just as I’d been last night.

I kicked off my sandals and pulled my sundress off, carefully hanging it on one of the hooks by the front door. I unhooked my bra and took off the pink panties that Mistress Isabella had given me last night.

I went into the front room, relieved that she had the heavy drapes closed so no one could see in. I went to the middle of the room and looked around.

Cindy and I hadn’t often come into this room, but I’d passed it every time I was in the house. It had all white furniture and a pale blue carpet, with expensive looking window treatments and formal paintings on the walls.

“This is my fancy room.” I heard Mistress Isabella say from behind me. “I use this room for two things.”

She moved up beside me and hooked something to the back of my collar.

“I use it for formal entertaining.” She continued. “And also, for perverted depravity with piss sluts and other degenerates.”

“Yes Mistress.” I said, wondering what sort of things had happened in this normal looking room.

She stepped up onto an ottoman and hooked what I realized was a chain to a hook in the ceiling.

“That hook looks like it’s for a hanging plant.” She said. “But it will support a person’s full body weight if it is required to do so. Isn’t that useful?”

“Yes, Mistress.” I replied.

She stepped down from the ottoman and pulled on the chain, and I realized it was attached to my collar as it pulled me up to my tiptoes. I gasped at the sudden increased pressure that standing that way was having on my bladder.

“Are you comfortable piss slut?” she asked. She did something to the chain and it stayed tight between my collar and the ceiling when she let go of it.

“Not really Mistress Isabella.” I said. “I really have to pee.”

“Do not pee on my carpet piss slut.” She said.

“I’ll try not to Mistress.” I said.

“You better do more than try piss slut.” She said, moving in front of me. “Do we understand each other?”

“I understand Mistress.” I said.

She had the lipstick in her hand again, and I felt her write something on my belly. I couldn’t move my head enough to see what she’d written. She moved around me and was back in just a moment with a dining room chair.

She put it in front of me, a little to my right. She again moved the chain and I felt it go slack.

“I want you to stand on the chair piss slut.” She told me.

I lifted my foot and started to get on the chair, and instantly felt her open hand smack my Ass, so hard that it caused me to jump forward and yelp.

The sudden burst of pain nearly caused me to lose control of my bladder, and I struggled to keep my balance.

“You fucking acknowledge your Mistress!” She yelled. “Otherwise, I will feel ignored and that might anger me. You do not want to anger me do you piss slut?”

“No, Mistress Isabella.” I said. “I don’t Mistress. I’m sorry Mistress.”

“Now get up on the fucking chair piss slut.” She told me.

“Yes, Mistress.” I said.

I climbed up on the chair, and stood carefully, worried more about losing control of my pressing need to relieve myself than falling. She left the room again and I glanced down at my belly. She’d written MDPS.

I figured that the ‘M’ was referring to her own title, and the ‘PS’ might stand for piss slut. I wondered what the ‘D’ meant.

“Move one of your feet over here.” She said, appearing next to me with another chair.

“Yes, Mistress.” I said.

I moved my left foot over, and stood with one foot on each chair, almost three feet apart. I realized that the pressure in my bladder was even more intense with my legs spread apart.

She pulled the chain again and I felt it tighten, pulling me up as straight as possible.

“How does that feel piss slut?” she asked. “Do you like being displayed for your Mistress?”

“Mistress can I go to the bathroom to pee?” I asked. “I’m really close to having an accident, and I can’t enjoy it if I’m afraid of disappointing you.”

“No you cannot go somewhere to pee.” She said. “You are your Mistress’s Depraved Piss Slut at the moment, and your Mistress requires you right here, with your legs spread just like that.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I said, gritting my teeth.

She stepped closer to me, and I felt her tongue flick in and out of my belly button.

It felt nice, but almost all of my concentration was on holding back the flood of urine that was begging for release within me.

Why did I drink so much this morning?

I felt her fingers slide up and down my inner thigh, and I whimpered uncontrollably.

She suddenly pinched the soft skin of my inner thigh between two of her fingernails.

“Who told you to make fucking noise piss slut?” she asked me.

“No one Mistress!” I cried out. “I’m sorry!”

“You are trembling piss slut.” She said, placing a hand on each of my hips. “Are you afraid?”

Without being able to move my head I was staring at the heavy drapes covering the front window.

“No, Mistress.” I answered. “I mean yes Mistress. I’m afraid that I’m going to have an accident! I can’t hold it anymore.”

She ducked between my legs, and I heard her feet pad softly across the carpet.

And then she returned, and I felt cloth press up against my Pussy lips and then more against my Ass.

I heard what sounded like tape tearing, and I felt something wrap around my right thigh, snug and secure. More of the tearing sound, and then something wrapped around my left thigh, and tightened there as well.

And then she moved around in front of me, and I felt her pull the cloth up and secure it on my left hip, and then again on my right.

I realized that she was putting a diaper on me. I could feel it against my Ass and crotch, and it felt tight around my waist and both thighs.

She stepped back and looked at me with a smile.

“How does it feel to be Mistress’s Diapered Piss Whore?” she asked me.

“I really have to go Mistress.” I said, trying not to whine. “It’s so close.”

“There’s nothing stopping you piss slut.” She said.

“But I’m not…I’ve never…what if it leaks Mistress?” I asked.

“Do you trust me piss slut?” she asked.

“Yes, I do Mistress.” I said.

“Then trust me.” She said, reaching up to put her hand flat against my stomach. “It won’t leak.”

“Okay, Mistress.” I said softly.

I closed my eyes and realized that I was about to lose control, as she pressed gently on my belly.

“How badly do you need to pee?” she asked me.

“Very badly Mistress.” I whispered.

“Bad enough to piss right here in my living room?” she asked.

“Bad enough to piss right here Mistress.” I whispered.

“Bad enough to piss right here looking at my seven-thousand-dollar sofa?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress.” I answered. “Bad enough to do it right here by your sofa.”

“Even bad enough to pee while you straddle over my expensive carpet piss slut?” she asked.

“Yes, Mistress.” I sobbed. “I can’t hold it.”

“You can piss slut.” She said. “For just a little longer.”

“Mistress…” I choked the word out, staring at the drapes in front of me, shaking with need.

I felt something soft drag up my inner thigh, and then down again.

“Not yet piss slut.” She whispered. “Wait for your Mistress to finish with her feather. I will tell you when you may let go.”

“Yes, Mistress.” I whispered.

The tickling sensation moved to my other thigh, and it was agonizing as it worked its way slowly up and down my sensitive skin.

I was biting my lip, and clenching and unclenching my fists as I fought to stay in control.

“Does my piss whore need to piss for her Mistress?” she asked.

“Yes.” I was nodding my head as vigorously as I could with the tight chain. “Yes, I need to Mistress.”

“Need to what piss slut?” she asked.

“I need to piss Mistress.” I answered.

“Not yet.” She said.

“Not yet, Mistress.” I breathed, fighting the panic that was rising within me.

“You didn’t make me cum last night did you slut?” she asked me.

“No Mistress.” I said. “I wanted to, but I didn’t know how to ask if I could.”

“You wanted to?” she asked. “You cannot be shy with me about what you want! Do you understand that?”

“I understand Mistress.” I groaned.

“So I went to bed without an Orgasm because my little slut was shy.” She said. “That does not feel fair. Was it fair?”

“No Mistress!” I said through gritted teeth.

I felt her fingers at my thigh and realized that she was undoing the diaper there. She carefully pulled it away from my thigh and peeled it back a bit, and then I felt her face press between my legs.

“Oh fuck!” I screamed, as I felt her tongue push against my hole and slowly lick up towards my clit.

And then she pulled away and was fastening the diaper back in place, snug against me just like before.

“Your Mistress deserved a taste of your fine cunt because of your shyness.” She whispered. “Is my depraved little slut going to work on overcoming her bashful nature?”

“Yes Mistress.” I sobbed, clenching my whole body. “Teach me and I’ll do anything for you!”

She stepped in close and kissed my belly again. I felt her arms encircle my thighs.

“Are you ready to pee for me?” she asked.

“I am, Mistress.” I sobbed. “I am.”

“Are you going to let your Mistress hear your Hot flood soak into your filthy diaper?” she asked.

“Yes I will Mistress.” I answered.

“Then you may pee.” She said.

“Now Mistress?” I asked.

“Yes piss slut.” She said. “Right now.”

“Here Mistress?” I asked, feeling my self-control slipping.

“Yes slut.” She said. “Right here in my beautiful living room. Right now, in your soft diaper. Piss for your Mistress!”

“Thank you, Mistress.” I sobbed.

I relaxed my body and discovered that even though I had never had to pee this badly before, that years of using the toilet had trained my body to resist peeing while standing, or while feeling cloth touch my opening.