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A note from the author (Sapphicgranny):
Dear readers, this is the fourth installment in the series of stories about Lydia and her young submissive lover Rita. I have received much positive feedback on the first three stories in the series and hope you also will like this one.
The previous stories are:
Chapter 1: The Subjugation of Rita
Chapter 2: Weekend with Granny
Chapter 3: Rita’s Total Submission
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I woke up alone, with the sun steaming through the open windows. A warm breeze made the white curtains move. I stretched my body and just laid there for a while thinking of what had happened last night. I made me tingle all over, again, and my nipples hardened as I recalled how Granny had fucked me. My pussy did not feel sore. In fact, I felt better than ever before! I hurried to take a hot shower, noting that Lydia had put fresh towels ready for me.
When I returned to the bedroom a whiff of coffee was evident and a lovely pink silk robe was on a chair with a pair of slippers on the floor. I loved the feel of the silk against my body and hurried to brush my hair before I went to the kitchen.
Lydia was there, in a long flowery robe, busy cutting up a melon and toasting bread. A cup of coffee was on the table, lightly steaming. She turned as she heard me, a dazzling smile lighting up her face.
She opened her arms and I almost ran into her hug and she held me close, then gently turned up my face and kissed me deeply.
“Mmm.. how my little girl this glorious morning?”
I melted against her, wanting to merge with her, to become one.
Her scent was clean, her wrinkled face glowed with pleasure and I felt my heart thumping as her hands caressed my hair and face. A finger slid over my lips.
“Coffee is ready, Rita my darling, and I’ve got scones in the oven!”
It was a long, chatty breakfast. We talked of family, friends, and school and of the state of the world in general and often our hands would touch or we would exchange little kisses and caresses. Every time I looked into my Mistress’ eyes, I felt a warm tingle in my body and a small rush of desire.
After cleaning up, we decided to drive out to the ocean and go for a short hike, and Lydia found some hiking shoes I could wear. I was a lovely and warm day, so I just dressed in a pair of shorts she found for me, and a white tightfitting top. My collar was visible, like an accessory, and I wore it proudly. I was in truth ‘Granny’s little girl’ as was embroidered on the pink leather. Lydia dressed in her hiking clothes, with long pants, a khaki shirt and sturdy boots.
We spent a couple of hours hiking along the coastline, not talking a lot, but simply enjoying the weather, the woods and the proximity of the ocean. We often held hands, where the path allowed it, and stopped for a kiss and a cuddle a few times.
Picture me, eighteen-years-old and dressed in some very tight-fitting shorts and a white top showing off a naked strip of my tummy, being kissed by a woman old enough to be my grandmother. I have my back to a tree, my hands are hanging down, feeling the trunk and my legs are spread in wanton lust. The statuesque mature woman is kissing my soft lips dominantly and her right hand is tweaking and rubbing my nipples through the top. She is whispering what a naughty submissive little slut I am, and how much she loves to train my sexy young body. She moves in close, pressing me against the tree, fingering my collar and whispering.
“I could tie you up, my darling girl. Tie your to this very tree and strip you naked and molest your innocent young body! I would make you love it…! I’d make you beg to be allowed to have an orgasm…”
A hand teased its way into my shorts and a finger caressed my slit. I moaned into my Mistress’ mouth, the roughness of the tree against my back, her dirty talk making my body long for her caresses.
“Mmm… you’d just love to be naked and tied up for me, wouldn’t you?”
“Ohh… yess. Granny…!” I whimpered. “I’d love to be buck naked for you… tied up and unable to escape form your touches… “
“Mmm… you would struggle in your bonds, showing off your sexy young body… tempting me with your eyes. And I would not be able to resist taking you, making you mine, my little girl…!”
We made several stops like that, my devious Mistress touching me and keeping me very aroused as we walked along the almost deserted paths. She even at one time had me kneeling down behind her, worshipping her ass through the hiking pants, that fitted tightly over her magnificent mature buttocks. She even had me lick her cunt clean after she had peed in the forest and I eagerly tasted her urine mingled with her viscous juices of arousal.
Late in the afternoon, we found a secluded bench overlooking the ocean, which was placid and seemed to breathe slowly like some benevolent monster. We sipped lukewarm herbal tea and watched the gulls and cormorants flying along the coastline. Granny’s arm was over my shoulder and I felt very much at peace with myself and with the world. She toyed gently with a stray wisp of my hair and I rested my head on her shoulder. I could have stayed there forever.
“Rita,” Lydia said, iskenderun escort turning her face towards me. “I.. I have not said this very often in my life, but I need to say it now. I have never been more certain of anything: I love you, my precious darling!”
There was a tear in the corner of her eye and I felt a tremor pass through my body. Not a tremor of desire or arousal or lust. A little wave of extreme happiness that left me breathless. Lydia’s lips were on mine, searching, needy, wanting confirmation. I threw my arms around this mature beautiful woman and we shared a deep kiss, deeper than anything we had shared before. A kiss of comfort, of affirmation.
There were tears falling from my own eyes at the end, and I looked at her, saw the searching uncertainty and told her in one extremely fast burst of speech: “Oh, Lydia! I love you! Love you, love you, love you!”
The kiss became different then. A kiss of desire, of yearning. Topped with a shared moan.
We stopped at some restaurant on the way back. I have no recollection of what we ate or what we drank. We were immersed in each other, a reverberating connection growing between us. Just a simple touch of her hand on mine made me shiver with arousal. I can remember some of what we talked about that day. I asked about her former partners and she gave me some glimpses of her life and loves. There had not, in fact been many. “I’m not really a promiscuous woman,” Lydia said. “But I’m not possessive either…!” She grinned, self-consciously. “I do not mind sharing, if all involved agree!”
I felt very young, listening to her. But not in a bad way. She was very attentive, and I was very curious to find out more about her. Lydia was also a good listener, and I felt her very genuine interest in my life and me as well. Her last partner, a woman about 15 years younger than her, had broken the relationship about a year ago. They had been together for almost ten years, Lydia and her, with Lydia being sexually dominant ‘when required’ as she put it. They usually had vanilla sex, but occasionally they would do some sexual roleplaying with spanking and light bondage.
I dared a question, feeling surprisingly jealous: “Was she, your former partner, also ‘Granny’s little girl’?”
Lydia looked and me and then stroked my hand.
“No, darling, she was not. I was her Mommy a few times, but it was not a big thing in our relationship. You are, in fact, the only woman I’ve ever been a Granny with!”
I smiled at that, it made me feel special with Lydia. She watched me, a serious look on her face.
“Rita, I… I want to talk a bit about the… the incestuous implications of what we do.”
I nodded, intent. Indeed this matter had been on my mind the whole day.
“I mean, for me, I have to admit that imagining you as my granddaughter is a huge turn on. I am not sure why. I have never been in an actual incestuous relation in my life. Even so, I get an extra layer of desire kicking in whenever you address me as Granny, and when I think of you as my little girl.”
She blushed then, this controlled and formidable woman, and I wanted so badly to kiss her and comfort her. Her eyes sought out mine, questioning, uncertain. I held her gaze.
“Lydia, for me that is so very true as well! I get little electric tingles all over when I think of you as my Granny and I simply love being your little girl! It makes me… I don’t know… feel more secure in the relation? It is like.. I can trust you more, since you are my very own grandmother? It adds a layer of comfort, and even gives a homey sort of feeling…”
Now I was blushing as well, my cheeks hot.
“It is also… the age-gap becomes so visible, so distinct, when we put it into the framework of Granny and granddaughter… And the age-gap is what really turns me on…! I do not know why, but I have always been most attracted to mature women. Girls my own age do not interest me… at least not much! I think what attracts me in experience, I’m attracted to women who have lived full lives and know what they want!”
We sat quietly for a while, Lydia’s fingers entwined in mine, our coffee getting cold.
“You’re very perceptive, Rita! I do think you are correct in saying that you want and desire a woman who knows what she wants. Getting to that stage of insight is not always easy and it takes time for most of us. Complimentary to this, I am attracted to awakening desire and lust. Seeing how a woman reacts as she discovers new sensations and pleasures. Controlling and seducing her and guiding her as she embarks on her sexual journey of discovery. Not least being in control…!”
“We all have our little cracks and defects, like imperfect pieces of pottery.” I said, trying to cite something I had read somewhere. “And finding them, exploring them, is what life is all about. It’s why we’re here!”
Lydia laughed, but at the same time stifled a small cry.
“You’re eighteen-years-old Rita. You are not supposed to say stuff like that! That sounds like an old woman sitting in the shade and preaching to the youngsters!”
I laughed at that, self-consciously. Rita the geek.
“I read a lot, Granny, and not just on Lit!”
“Hmm, denizli escort yes, and it does makes sense… I’m just very happy that our two ceramic pots have met and that our cracks and defects appear to match each other!”
Her fingers teased my palm deliciously. I giggled and we walked out of the restaurant a bit later, hand in hand. Ready to further explore our imperfections and how our cracks could be made to match. Eyes followed us, and I am certain the waitress who had served us had noticed the words on my collar. She was a lovely buxom Hispanic woman in her thirties and her eyes seemed glued to us and our joined hands as we walked out. I was not humiliated or insecure. I felt strong and invincible, certain in my love for Lydia and I was not afraid to show the world the nature of our relationship. She had awakened that in me: A pride in being what I was.
Barely had we closed the door to Lydia’s house behind us before my Granny had pinned me to the wall and planted her mouth over mine, possessively. We stood there for several minutes, eagerly, frantically kissing each other, our mutual lust quickly rising. Oh, how I wanted this woman! Her body smelled of sweat and sun and dusty trails and I wanted to lick her all over, worshipping her.
“I want you, little girl,” she whispered hoarsely. I want you naked on my bed and I want to ravish your sexy young body and make you beg for my touch, make you cry and whimper and plead to be allowed to orgasm.”
“Mmmm… oh yes Granny! I so much want to be naked for you and feel you touching me, taking me, controlling me! I want to be your little submissive girl, Granny! I… I want to be you slut… Mistress…!”
I was kissing Lydia’s lips wriggling deliciously as she held me close in a warm hug. Her hands possessively went beneath my top and she gently pulled it upwards, baring my chest as her tongue explored my mouth. She pinched my nipples then, none too gently, sending a shiver through me. I pushed my bosom forward into her hands, seeking her caresses, the experienced fingers on my young trembling body. She moved back a bit and stood watching me with a small smile on her face as she teased my nubbins.
“So my little girl… Granny’s sweet darling… Should I put a leash on that collar of yours and make you feel what it is like being my little submissive toy?”
I had been wearing her collar all day in public and the symbol of it had grown in my mind during our outing. It was a very visible sign that not only was I Lydia’s lover, but we were also involved in a kinky relation involving implied incest. A relation that turned me on in a way I had never experienced before and which I wanted to explore to the fullest.
I dropped to my knees beside my lovely mature Mistress and told her I wanted nothing more than to be leashed by her. She laughed and patted my head lovingly and then found a long pleated pink leather leash that she attached to my collar.
“Granny,” I said, “Your little girl needs to pee, may I go to the toilet?”
“Hang on a minute, my dear,” she answered and started unpacking the stuff we had brought with us on the hike. I controlled my bladder, knowing full well that she wanted me on the brink. I followed her on all fours, admiring her lovely behind as she pulled me by the leash to the toilet. Once we were inside the toilet, she had me sit on a chair while she brushed my hair, gently caressing my cheeks as she did so. I was very close to peeing in my panties by the end, and was frantically begging her to be allowed to pee.
“Hmm, does my little need to go pee-pee? Does little Rita want Granny to help her?”
Oh my God! Hot electric tingles made my body shiver. It made me so hot when she talked to me as if I was a little girl! She pulled my face close to hers by the leash and kissed my deeply, sucking greedily on my willing tongue.
“Yes, please, Granny,” I begged in a surprisingly little girl voice. “Please help me make pee-pee!”
I was blushing furiously. My cheeks were so hot they could start a forest fire.
Granny had me stand up and then tantalizing slowly pulled my shorts and panties down and had me sit on the toilet.
“Look at Granny, little Rita, and ask to be allowed to do pee-pee!”
Almost sobbing with my need, a small tear in my right eye, I looked and my smiling Mistress and begged in my new, young voice to be allowed to go pee-pee. Granny smiled at me, then sat on her haunches in front of me, and ever so gently spread my thighs so she had an unrestricted view of my bald, shaved pussy. She smiled up at me and put her hands on either side on my mound, slowly opening my slit, baring my pee-hole. She controlled my position and, still with her hands on my vulva, graciously allowed me to start peeing. I watched her eyes caught in her mild gaze and let go and my hot stream of urine hit splashed joyfully into the bowl, directed by my Granny.
It was utterly humiliating to be controlled in such an intimate moment and with Granny’s face so close to my golden flow of pee. Her will was so powerful and she dominated me so completely that I felt truly like her little girl. And with the humiliation, the control, the little girl inside me reacting, adana escort came also a powerful rush of pure lust and desire. I shuddered as I peed. My face blushed furiously, my cheeks burning. A tiny little tremor, not unlike a small orgasm, made me shiver and goosebumps appeared on my arms as I was allowed to release my flow.
Lydia knew, of course. She wanted me to feel that delicious rush of submissive humiliation as she took charge of my bodily functions. Oh, how I was thrilled whenever I obeyed this mature woman! Her dominance of me was all the time subtly increasing my lust and arousal. I felt weak after having finished peeing and Granny gently wiped my pussy, stood up and kissed the top of my head. Then she supported me as I stood up and helped me pull up my panties and shorts. She gave me a warm, close hug, put her forefinger on my lips and smiled at me with love.
“You’re a very good girl, Rita! Granny is ever so proud of you!”
I blushed, even more than before. My body shuddered with electric excitement.
Lydia tugged my leash down, and I immediately dropped down on all fours. She then sat on the toilet and peed and I was allowed to lick her cunt afterwards, relishing the bitter yellow drops of pee clinging to her labia. Then, like the good docile slut I was, I followed her to the bedroom.
“I want you to be very sexy for me tonight, my sweet girl!” Granny said and she rummaged through a closet and came up with a lovely pale yellow baby-doll nightgown. “I think this will fit your perfectly, Rita, and I have some matching panties as well!”
“Oh, thank you Granny!” I gushed, overwhelmed with the lovely and very revealing outfit.
First Granny wanted us to take a shower. We were sweaty and dusty from our hiking trip, and we certainly needed a bath. She had me stand up, and slowly undressed me, giving me little caresses and flattering me when I did as she told me to.
“Oh, you’re Granny’s good little girl,” she would say when I obediently stepped out of the shorts she had gently pulled down to my feet and I would blush at the words. A strange erotic lethargy was taken me over. I was just passively standing there and letting my sixty-seven-year-old lover have her way with me. I was enjoying her attention, her subtle caresses and little kisses, but mainly I was finding an enormous delight in just letting go and letting her have her way with me. Being controlled, told what to do, falling more and more into the role of being Granny’s little girl. My body flushed in excitement whenever she gave me praise and my skin was roseate by the time I was totally naked, only wearing my leash and collar.
Lydia planted a slow kiss on my willing lips and said: “You like this don’t you Rita? You really want to be Granny’s little girl don’t you?”
Her finger slowly traced a path down between my proud breasts and down my taut tummy to tease my navel.
I nodded, feeling very bashful and young. Granny tweaked a nipple. “You must answer me, you naughty girl!”
Cheeks burning I stuttered. “Yy…yes, Granny, I like… I like to be naked and leashed by you… and… and to be your little girl!”
There, I had said it, and Granny called me a good little girl and kissed my cheek. A strange bubbling arousal rose inside me.
Lydia now slowly undressed and I was obliged to watch as she slowly bared her lovely mature body. I was again stunned at how much this well-used but also well-kept body turned me on! There was almost a fifty-year gap between us, but her delicate wrinkled skin, flabby bosom, little love handles and visible veins was such a turn-on for me! I so much wanted to please my sexy Granny! She laid out a pair of black silk panties for herself and a long, dark red nightgown, which I knew, would cling to her mature body. I shivered.
Lydia unclipped the leash in the bathroom and we entered the spacious shower stall together. She took the showerhead and told me she would wash me, and I just nodded and stood passively as she let the water flow down my body. She then soaped up my young body with a lovely scented soap, sandalwood, and she took great care to clean my shaven mound and anus and inserted her fingers to ensure I was clean inside as well. Then she washed my hair carefully and rubbed me lovingly dry in a big fluffy towel, taking care to dry between the toes and behind my ears. She then gave me a little chaste kiss and had me sit on a stool until she had finished her shower and had dried herself.
She then found a scented body-lotion, sandalwood again, and carefully rubbed in into my skin, taking her time and kneading and massaging my muscles. I was then allowed to use the lotion on her and I worshipfully applied the diligently lotion to all parts of my Granny’s mature body. Thus, both of us enveloped in a cloud of sandalwood scent, our skin warm and glowing, we returned to the bedroom where Granny proceeded to dress me in the sexy panties and the yellow baby-doll, which clung alluringly to my body. Granny teased my nipples a bit to make them stand out and the feeling of the stiff nubbins against the soft cool fabric made little goosebumps appear on my skin. Lydia then stood behind me and put the leash back on the collar and I knelt on the floor, submissively, as she dressed in her own nightclothes. She looked stunning and very feminine in the long dark red gown, but it also made her dominance and authority very evident. The contrast between us was clear and sharp and hit me like a breezy northern wind.
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