^^ The True Leaders ^^ lol

"Nooooo! Linda you traitor!! What about Titus?!?" I gasped.

He was watching us, head tilted, covered in kittens just like Nicky had been.

She huffed. "He'll be fine. Go." She shooed us out.

I sighed. "Fine, maybe I'll just resigned myself to this giantesses wants and wishes..."

Nicky swatted my ass, making me jump. "Stop calling me a giantess. I'm tall, not giant."

I smirked. "Will you spank me again if I keep going?"

She stopped moving. "Ooh, I see where you're going with that. And the answer is yes,-"

"Ooh, yay! So, G-"

"BUT... it'll wait until we're at your apartment, and you'll be very sore tomorrow..." she finished her statement.

I hummed. "I don't want to be very sore... how about 'kinda sore'?"

"Are we bargaining now?"

"Yes we are, madam Giantess." I smirked.

She stopped loving again, and then slowly looked at me. "You're going to be 'VERY' sore..."

I gulped. "Well... I don't have to work tomorrow, so how about I promise you breakfast, and you tone it down to 'kinda?'"

"Nope."

"Breakfast, Lunch, and several rounds of sexy intercourse in-between?" I bartered.

She hummed. "Hmm... fine. But only down to 'sore', not 'kinda sore'. Your ass will be sore." She said finally, and sat on the bike, sitting me in front of her this time, facing her chest. I giggled and clung to her like a spider monkey, and held on as she started the bike.

"Perfect..." I smiled.

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I opened my door, and led her in. "Just let me get a quick shower, I have blood on me from the surgeries today."

I stripped out of my work smock, and then gathered a pair of panties from the drawer. I rarely wore them, but I'd like her to enjoy them... I climbed into the shower, and used my lemon-scented body wash and shampoo to clean myself off and also kill the scent of blood.

I jumped out, and dried myself off. I slipped the panties on, and then decided to put on makeup.

"Where does Jack keep his stash... aha!" I pulled out a small harlot red lipstick, and some deep purple mascara. "Hmm... which should I use? Mascara would make my eyes pop... but the lipstick?... hmm..."

"You're perfect the way you are, my little kitten." Strong arms wrapped around my shoulders, and I relaxed into Nicky's chest.

"I just wanted to look extra sexy for you..." I sighed.

She hummed. "Red doesn't suit you. You're more of a purple girl, I'd say, with your skin tone. Maybe sky blue, if you're talking clothes... but makeup? No, woman." She sighed and set her bag on the counter. "If you're serious about this, I can help."

I smirked. "I thought I was perfect?"

"I'd still like to see you with makeup, just for fun." She shrugged, wisely not defending herself.

I blushed and nodded, sitting in her lap.

She smiled. "Close your eyes, baby." She leaned closer... I blushed even harder and closed my eyes, waiting for the kiss. Something cold tapped my ass, and I jumped, eyes snapping open. She laughed and gently spanked me. "Got you. No, seriously. Sit still." She commanded.

I shivered and leaned against her, almost purring. "Yes ma'am..."

She smirked. "Good girl. Eyes closed. Don't pucker up, I'm not kissing you yet. Just be patient." She chuckled.

I sighed and settled against her to wait it out.

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"Okay... there. You're beautiful... again." She chuckled and placed me in front of the mirror

I hummed, looking at it. My green eyes were practically glowing, my cheeks had a gentle blush applied, and my lips were a delicious purple...

"I look like a complete whore." I sighed, looking away.

She blinked. "Oh... wow..."

"I'm sorry, I know you probably don't want-"

"Shut that pretty little mouth of yours." She said quietly.

I blushed and closed my mouth.

"If you ever, say that again? I won't just spank you till your ass is bluer than Zeus's sky's. I'll also cuddle you, and tell you you're beautiful. Over and over and over and over." She poked my nose with every 'over'. "If you don't like it, that's okay. But you're not a whore. And you're not a slut."

I looked down. "I know..." I lied.

"You're a beautiful,-" I scoffed, and she bulldozed over my words, gripping my cheeks tightly. "-adorable little girl from Harlem, with breathtaking, luminescent green eyes, luscious, kissably pouty lips, lovable, soft little curls, and sexy, totally fuckable hips. So don't you ever degrade yourself, you hear me?" She snapped.

"Sorry, I know I'm weird, just... yeah..." I slipped away and sat on my bed, making her smile.

"Weird? Doll, if that's all you've got in your crazy closet, you're golden. A little confidence issue? That, I can handle..." She laughed and pulled off her shirt, her gaze going from loving to sexy in a moment. "Now... About that unbruised Ass..." I eep'ed, and turned over, crawling across the bed, while she laughed and chased me playfully.

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I shivered, laying in her lap. "Babe... you're a born dominatrix..." I kissed her thigh under my head.

She smirked. "I'm a trained dominatrix. I didn't tell you where I worked, did I? Come on, my shift started soon anyway. I was going to skip, but..."

I winced when my legs moved too fast. "I don't think my ass can handle your bike right now..."

She grinned sadistically. "Perfect."

"Oh pooh. Of course you're a real sadist." I sighed and slipped a skirt on, (I stole one of Jack's, I'd never own one, but putting on pants right now... wasn't happening.) then blushed. "It's Jacks, not mine." I snapped, and pulled on a tee-shirt.

She frowned. "Watch your tone, and those don't go together." She used that command voice again, and I felt my panties getting a little wet from it. She noticed, and smirked.

I blushed. "Don't judge me, I'm a natural submissive... it's just in me to like when you command me like that." I commented.

She hugged me. "I know. It's adorable. But that doesn't go with that. Here." She pulled her shirt off, and replaced it with one of mine, (which didn't fit at all, it barely reached the bottom of her ribs, and her breasts were highlighted like spotlights) then pulled off my shirt and skirt easily.

I moaned when she started stripping me, unable to help myself, and she slid the shirt onto me, where it covered my thighs. Then she picked up my basketball shorts and put me in those, gentle as can be.

I blushed and kissed her slowly, unsure if I was allowed to initiate sexual contact with my Dom. I decided to ask. "So... is it wrong for me to do that? Can I kiss you first?"

She giggled. "Yes, baby girl, you can start our little make out sessions. I won't be angry. You can get a kiss from me anytime, anywhere, no matter what. I swear on the river Styx I won't get angry." She nodded as if that settled it.

I smiled and kissed her again, giggling. "Aaaaaaanyplace?" I kissed her chest.

She laughed. "Yes. That too. I like you coming to me... but remember who's in charge, pet." She laced her hands in my hair.

I moaned and mounted her waist, pressing closer to her.

She smirked. "Good girl..." she kissed me and sucked on my stretching tongue. "Very good girl." She complimented me, and I blushed.

She picked me up. "Now let's go." She nodded.

I snagged my wallet and keys and stuck them in my bag, which held my med-kit, then snagged that, all in stride.

She huffed. "Skilled. I like it."

I chuckled. "Get used to it."

"See how snarky you are at the end of the road." She smirked.

"... shit."

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I slowly fell off the bike into her arms, and whimpered. "Please don't make me do that again..." I begged, hugging her.

She hummed. "Alright, baby girl... now, just like with dating a stripper. Don't get jealous, baby. This is my job. And I promise, after my shift, I'll take a shower and then cuddle with you until you feel like going home. Okay?" She kissed me gently.

I hummed. "I'll try not to be jealous... but I'll fail. Warning now. So you'll have to be extra sweet to me tonight." I huffed.

She laughed. "Is that so? Okay, baby. I think you've earned it. Come on."

We walked down the steps of the tiny back door, and I squeaked when the door was opened to reveal a man the same height as Nicky, but built like a mountain that got chiseled into the shape of a man.

Nicky laughed. "Don't be alarmed. It's just Greg. Hey Greg!" She kissed his cheek, smiling.

He grinned, showing that he was missing a canine. "Allo, poppet." He had a beautiful accent, and I immediately liked him.

I giggled. "Don't call me poppet, I might fall in love!" I teased, winking at him.

He chuckled. "Yes, little miss. Understood."

Nicky slowly looked at me, and I blushed. "You are mine, my dear Kitten." She growled.

"I was just joking, Nicky..." I scuffed my feet.

"Hm." She kissed me, Viper quick, and her tongue worked its way deep into my mouth, pressing my own into pure submission.

I moaned, and she drew back, wiping her saliva from my lip. Then she looked me in the eyes and spoke in the deepest command voice she'd ever used on me. "Remember who you serve..." she intoned.

I gasped as my panties literally soaked themselves, and everyone in the alley smelled my arousal and also my orgasm. I froze and curled into myself, almost sobbing from shame.

She was quick to pick me up and press me against the wall. The man was gone, and we were alone.

"Hey, hey, you're okay, baby, don't worry about it!" She kissed my cheeks repeatedly.

I looked away, and she growled gently. I snapped my eyes back to her, and she kissed me sweetly. "I adore you, little kitten, don't feel bad. And don't ever be ashamed of your reactions to me. I think it's wonderful I can do that... with just my voice... I wonder what else I can do with my voice?" She giggled and kissed my nose.

I blushed and pushed her shoulders gently. "Don't be mean... even you would have a problem randomly orgasming in the middle of an alley, right in front of someone you don't know." I mumbled.

She hummed. "No. no I wouldn't. But, I'm not like you. I don't have a shred of shame in my entire body. I could walk into work completely naked, thighs and cunt dripping with your saliva, and I'd be completely at home in my skin."

I raised my eyebrows, imagining that scenario, and believing her, oddly enough.

"But, again. You're not me. I understand your embarrassment. But don't ever let it evolve into shame, okay?" She asked.

"I don't know if I can... I'm not-... I'm not confident like you. I couldn't do that." I blushed.

"You're perfect,-" she kissed my throat, "beautiful," she kissed my tits, "adorable," she kissed my belly button, "cute," she kissed my clit through the shorts, then pulled them down, making me squeak, "pretty," she licked my slit gently, "sexy," she spun me and kissed my ass, "and delicious." She licked my pussy from behind, slowly, a luxurious tasting of what my body had just pushed out, and I shivered, unable to move, I was anticipating her next move so much.

She smirked and pulled the panties down shamelessly, and started eating me out, just like that.

I moaned and shivered, gripping the wall with both hands, and tried not to scream. Then she moaned against my pussy. "You taste so fucking good, baby girl..." she growled, and I shivered, brought by the sex in her voice.

She moaned and drank me up, before one final kiss. "Good girl." She kissed my cheek and gently slipped my panties up my bruised cheeks, then my shorts. "Now do you think you can go in with me? Or do you want me to demonstrate that I could do what I said?" She asked.

I moaned unintelligibly.

"Oh? Alright, kinky girl. Hold my clothes." She started stripping, and I gasped as she soon stood in front of me, wearing nothing but heels and fishnet stockings.

I blushed. "Get dressed!!! What if someone comes by?!?" I hissed.

She smirked. "I'd laugh."

"And I'd be pissed! If I'm yours, your mine! You wouldn't want me to flaunt my tits to anyone, do you?" I snapped.

She glared. "No."

I smirked. "Then we're in agreement. Please get dressed."

"... No. I'm about to strip anyway. Come on." She started walking in.