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A Dame and a Girl
Cross posted tomaggie_g
Maggie and Peter enter the bar hand in hand, they’ve been to a matinee of Spamalot and Maggie is aglow with excitement. She sits down and looks round to see if there is anyone in she knows.
“Peter? Oh my God, it’s Helen Mirren, I so have to go over and say something…” Peter rolls his eyes and watches as his girlfriend sashays over to where the Dame is sitting.
Not bothering to put down the drink he’s currently sipping from as he turns his back to the bar so he can keep Maggie in his sight, Peter grins and mutters to himself, “Don’t get yourself into trouble, Miss Maggie May.”
“Excuse me…” she waits for Helen to look up. “Ms. Mirren, Ma’am, I just wanted to say what a huge fan I am. I saw Elizabeth recently and I was overwhelmed by your performance.” she blushes, looking at the great actress then away again. She just knows Peter is gonna take the piss something chronic over this.
Helen inwardly sighs before she looks up. This is an unwelcome intrusion. She had hoped she could sit here uninterrupted. She came to the Establishment bar just to sit and relax after a day of shopping. On a whim she had flown to New York just to check out the sales. It had been boring moping around the house without her husband and she needed a distraction. She is tired now after battling crowded stores. But she has learnt over the many years of her career to be gracious so she looks up with a well-rehearsed smile.
The young girl grinning back at her puts a new slant on the use of 'Ma'am. Her face is flushed and excited, which in turn excites Helen. However, she gives a calm and collected reply of, "Well thank you very much."
Now that she is face to face with Helen, Maggie feels suddenly gauche and out of place. There aren’t many people who she is intimidated by, she’s been swanning round Hollywood for a good many years. But there is something about the aura of calmness that surrounds this lady, for a lady she undoubtedly is, in the old fashioned sense of the word. Maggie knows she is wet, wants to kneel for her.
“A-a-and I can’t wait for the new Prime Suspect…” her voice sounds almost strange to her own ears and she can’t stop herself adding, “Ma’am…”
Ma'am Helen likes the sound of that term coming off the lips of this eager faced girl. She puts the thought of going through her bags of purchases to the back of her mind and pats the seat next to her, "Sit down."
"Yes ma'am..." trying not to let her nerves show, Maggie sits. Now she can smell Helen's fragrance and underneath it the notes of Helen herself. Her clit throbs and she fidgets uneasily, she is totally tongue-tied, she glances up, then looks down at her hands again. "
Helen moves some of her bags to make room for Maggie to sit comfortably, "Sorry I've been shopping," She looks at the multitude of bags and adds, "just a tad. The sales here are wonderful."
Gratefully, Maggie seizes the opportunity to make herself look less of a sad geek and more like the person she normally is, when not faced with one of the great talents of the British theatre. She wriggles again, and smiles. "Aren't they just ma'am," she doesn't realise she's fallen into the place where using the term 'ma'am' is automatic. "I daren't think how many pairs of shoes I bought since they begun."
"Hmm shoes," Helen leans down and plucks a pair of grey patent pumps from a bag. She pokes her ankle out elegantly from under the table and holds one against her foot, "What do you think?"
Maggie's mouth goes dry and she stares at the slim ankle, at the hand holding the shoe and swallows hard. "Beautiful ... ma'am..." Let her want me, please let her want me...
Helen looks up and smiles and places the shoe back in its bag. Her eyes fix on Maggie until she realises she has seen her face in a few magazines. Actress her memory tells her but for the life of her she can't remember which film, "Sorry dear I know your face but your name...has slipped my memory."
That smile, it transforms Helen, makes her look so much younger. "M-M-Maggie Gyllenhaal, ma'am..." she wonders whether Helen is one of the many Establishment members who has already seen her bent over waiting to be spanked. She does hope so.
"Ah yes Maggie!" Helen calls the bartender over, "A red for me and a white for the girl," she orders and then turns her attention back to Maggie, "Such an old fashioned name, but very pretty. She decides to test this very eager girl. She has already shown her position by ordering for her. Now she will give her an order, "That will be enough of the ma'am for now girl. I am not your ma'am...yet."
Kicking herself for being presumptuous, Maggie looks crestfallen. "I am sorry..." now she doesn't know how to address her. "um Ms Mirren..." she whispers. She can't call her Helen, it would sound too disrespectful. Somewhere she registers that Helen has ordered her a drink and referred to her as the girl. So maybe she hasn't fucked up completely. She continues to look at her hands.
Helen likes the way the girl keeps her eyes down. She senses she could be a very obedient sub. And a very pretty one. She wants a closer look at her face. "Look at me," She commands.
Slowly, Maggie looks up into the calm face. She itches to be touched to be hurt, she wants to be naked so badly right now. It's ages since anyone has had that effect on her, apart of course from her lover. Her skin feels too tight, she gazes as mesmerised as a rabbit caught in the headlights.
Helen looks into the wide-eyed face staring back at her. She says nothing for a minute or so...testing still...and teasing. Then she puts her fingers lightly on the girl's chin and asks, "You're an actress girl? Which films?"
Biting back a whimper that so wants to come out, Maggie bites her lip before answering. "I was in Secretary and Donnie Darko..." Please tell me you saw Secretary, you know I look good on my hands and knees
"Aaaghh Donnie Darko yes! Such an interesting film!" Helen purposely ignores the 'Secretary' reference. She knows she is teasing, and it is fun. She runs her thumb over the girl's chin, "An admirable beginning to one's career."
Unaware that her face is reflecting her disappointment, she smiles ruefully. "It was way ahead of its time, it launched Jake, my little brother, into the big time..." she has to remind herself that not everyone has seen ‘Secretary’ it was silly for her to think that they have.
Helen smiles. This girl may be an actress but she is woefully bad at hiding her emotions, "Your brother is quite an attractive young boy. And ‘Secretary’," She adds finally, "what was that about? Sounds quite dull!" She knows full well what it was about, and now remembers this pretty little thing kneeling very beautifully in it.
For a moment Maggie would quite happily kick her little bro from here to kingdom come. "That's Jake," she smiles. "’Secretary’, um, it was an exploration of um..." she looks embarrassed. "S&M" as you very well know, I bet...
Helen notices a young man watching them intently. She leans in close to Maggie and whispers in her ear, "Well we had better keep that between us hadn't we? We have an audience." She gestures imperceptibly towards said young man, "He seems to be very interested in us...although I'm sure all the interest is in you!"
Maggie's face softens and glows. "That's my boyfriend, Peter, he loves to watch..." she looks at Helen. "If there's anything to watch ..." she smiles over at her lover. She wants to go down for Helen very badly, she knows Peter knows that too, but whatever happens tonight she knows she's going to end up with a very sore butt and she can't help but fidget at the thought. Then she turns her gaze back to her hands and waits for Helen to decide.
Although he’d love to be close enough to hear what keeps being said that has Maggie blushing like a teenager, Peter holds his peace. He knows that if there’s going to be anything going down, Maggie’ll let him know.
Helen raises her eyebrow, "You are more foreword than I first thought girl," She says. She contemplates the idea. She had come here simply for a drink and a rest but now that the opportunity has arisen she is not averse to giving this boy a little show with his girl.
"Perhaps he needs to see his young lady be punished for being so foreword...See her being taught a lesson," Helen gives him a fleeting look; the girl's face is still bowed.
Inside Maggie is dancing with joy. She looks up unaware her eyes are twinkling. "This girl is at your disposal Ms Mirren," unless told otherwise, Peter will follow at a discreet distance. This is not the first time he's watched a beautiful Domme take his girl down, though never such an illustrious lady as Ms Mirren.
"Well this girl will not be drinking any more of this if that is the case," Helen moves the wine glass away from Maggie," and the girl will go over and tell her boy the same." She watches as Maggie gets up and dutifully follows her order.
She calls an Establishment staff member over and orders a room, "With a seat in the corner for the young man over there," She smiles pointing at Maggie's beau whose face is lit by anticipation.
When Maggie does nothing more than gibber at him, Peter figures it’s fine for him to come along so he grabs his lover’s hand to calm her down a little bit and begins to lead her back over to the stately woman waiting for them.
Well Helen what a turn of events! A pretty young girl with a voyeuristic partner. How delightful!
Helen relinquishes her shopping to the staff member for safekeeping, then calls him back and reclaims her new grey pumps. She stands up with them in her hand and beckons the couple to follow her.
Hand in hand Maggie and Peter follow her to the lifts and then to their room. There is little or no conversation. Maggie's head is down, slowly sliding into the right place, feeling Peter's presence grounding her, stopping her flying away. When they arrive they both look to Helen for direction.
"You," She points to the young man, "will sit there," Her hand waves towards the seat in the corner, "and you," She looks sternly towards Maggie, "Will come here."
Maggie goes over to Helen and drops to her knees, at 5'9, she towers over her Ma'am for the evening and it feels all wrong. She hopes she isn't being presumptuous again but on the other hand, she looks forward to being punished.
"Did I tell you to kneel?" Helen barks, "Stand up girl!"
Damn.... "Sorry Ms Mirren...." Maggie stands, towering over the smaller woman, feeling all arms and legs, like a galumphing elephant in comparison to the petite frame in front of her. Much to her own surprise, she can feel tears pricking her eyes.
Helen looks into the girl's eyes, "What is your safeword? And what limits do you have?" She asks in a business like tone.
"Safeword is Donnie, limits, nothing permanent, no scat and no age play. I'm not a little girl..." she shifts uneasily and waits.
"And him?" Helen points nonchalantly towards the young man sitting in the corner, "I suppose I had better ask about him. His safeword? And anything he doesn't like seeing his little girl do?" Helen smirks cheekily and brushes her lips across Maggie's cheek as she speaks.
Peter waits for Maggie to give the woman his safeword and when she doesn’t, he wonders if he shouldn’t do it himself but he holds his peace for now. He realizes when he’s nothing more than an accessory to a scene and being talked about like a lamp in the corner certainly puts him in that position. Settling in, he waits to see what will happen next.
"You think you are this lady's girl, calling her ma'am. If that is the case why did you bring him along?" Helen points towards the young man sitting in the corner. She loves this sort of role-play and having an audience is an added bonus, "If you are this lady's then you belong to her alone. Take your top off and show this lady what she owns."
Maggie knows her panties are soaking, she peels off her t shirt and folding it lays it to one side, she has a horrible feeling her jeans are going to be wet too. This type of gentle humiliation is right up her street.
Helen stands back and surveys the lace-covered breasts in front of her. She cups one in her hand, looking over at the young man still sitting in the corner, "You shouldn't have brought him," She hisses into Maggie's ear, "You need to be punished for that digression."
Maggie desperately wants to apologise but she is glad Peter is there, she's not as experienced as he is and though she wants it desperately she is very happy that her lover has her back, as it were. "Need to be punished..." she echoes, hoping it will suffice.
"I will tell you what you need and don't need," Helen says in a firm tone. She moves her hand off the girl's breast and steps back, "So now let me see what this boy over here thinks is his. Take off your bra girl."
With shaking hands, she reaches behind her back and removes her bra. Her nipples harden as the cool air greets them and unwittingly Maggie licks her lips. God she wants Helen to touch her, wants Helen to hurt her. Soon. Now.
Helen stands and just surveys. She can see the girl is very eager, and part of the game is playing with that. Keep her in suspense. She shifts a little, looking Maggie up and down as if she were a soldier on inspection. Helen is impressed that despite her obvious excitement the girl stands still. Finally she moves towards her, takes her right breast in her hand and looks over at Peter, "Think this is yours?" She smirks, "Mine now." She cups Maggie's breast and runs her thumb over the nipple possessively all the while maintaining eye contact with the young man.
Playing along with the script for the evening, Peter gives the woman a smouldering, resentful look. It’s pretty good, only partially spoiled by the very obvious bulge in the front of his jeans.
Cool fingers on her breast, nipple hardens, pussy twitches and Maggie bites her lip. She knows Helen is toying with Peter, it’s like she's incidental, it's as if this isn't about her, it's about them. And that thought turns her on even more and she wants to moan, wants to whimper but stays stock still until she's given more instruction.
Helen takes her hand off Maggie’s breast, and stands back again, “Take the rest of your clothes off girl, and put them in a neat pile on the floor. I’d like to see what else is of such interest to this boy over here.”
The relief, oh God, the relief ... quickly Maggie strips, horribly aware of the scent of excited girl that wafts up from between her legs. She folds her clothes and stands, hands behind her back, feeling exposed, excited and oh so very wet.
"Hmmm..." Helen's response is purposely noncommittal. Again she takes her time to survey the girl in front of her. Slowly and deliberately she pulls up a chair and sits. She takes time to straighten her skirt and position her legs just so. The she says, "You have done very well girl, but you still need to be punished for bringing him," She points over to Peter. "Over my lap now."
"Yes ...M-Mi-Miss Mirren...." inside Maggie is whooping, though she is a little embarrassed at the thought that she might leave a wet patch on Helen's skirt. She gracefully deports herself over the elegant lap, again feeling large and ungainly in comparison to the petite lady. Wriggling a little, she settles down, her cunt almost aching with need.
Helen is pleased that the Establishment staff has arranged the furniture so that Peter has a perfect view of Maggie's arse ready to be spanked. They are always so thoughtful and perceptive! She lets the girl settle comfortably, finding her balance and then says sharply, "Your punishment is for two misdemeanours young lady. Firstly you dared to be impudent and use a term of familiarity for me which you had not been invited to employ." Helen stops and then lays a slap across the girl's buttocks. "Secondly you demonstrated a brazen approach by bringing your young man into my presence. I am not pleased." The second smack is harder, leaving a red imprint across Maggie's arse.
Maggie grunts. It's perfect, fucking perfect. Helen's fragile air belies her strength. Maggie's ass is burning, and she whimpers softly. "Thank you Miss Mirren..." she gasps the words out. She knows she is a bad, bad, girl and she also knows that Peter will be getting off on seeing her punished. Her stomach twists and she pushes up, her body begging even if her mouth is still.
It’s too much to ask, really, for Peter not to touch himself. He does exert enough self control to keep it to simply pressing the heel of his hand against his cock…outside his jeans…for the moment.
"Yes well it's all very well to apologise after the fact," Helen says. It's a line one of her teachers had used on her, and it's always been a good one for this sort of thing, "but you shouldn't have done it in the first place." Helen lays a series of increasingly harder whacks across the girl's backside. She can tell by the straining that Maggie is seeking harder and harder 'punishment'.
"Yes, I mean no, I mean ... oh god..." her composure has flown away, and all Maggie can do is moan gently, pushing up into Helen's hand. "Please...." She couldn't say what she is asking for, shouldn't be asking but the warm glow in her ass, the tingle is making her feel desperate with need.
Helen stops and rests her hand on the red arse on her lap, "Please what? Please I'm sorry?"
"Sorrysorrysorry..." Maggie could cry. "Girl shouldn't have spoken, forgive...sorry..." she squirms, wishing she had paid more attention to what makes a good girl.”Please don't stop Miss Mirren, please keep going..."
"Well if you're sorry I can stop!" Helen says matter of factly. She knows this will irritate the girl...she wants more pain. But that is the point, keep the girl on her toes so that she is unsure of what is going on, "Stand up girl and face me.' The position is designed mainly so that her boyfriend can get a nice eyeful of freshly reddened arse. After all the show is for him as well as her.
Completely bewildered, Maggie hauls herself up, her eyes bright with unshed tears. She doesn't have a clue what to do, what to say, just stands in front of Helen, looking at the floor. Unused to the capriciousness of Dommes, she fidgets uneasily, half annoyed and half worried. It isn't for her to ask, to speak so for once she manages to hold her tongue.
"Well young lady it is good to see you understand." Helen stands up straight in front of the girl, "Would you like to see who you are really dealing with?"
Raising her eyes from the floor, Maggie's voice is teary and a bit croaky. "Please, yes please..."
"You are dealing with the lady who owns you. Every inch of you," Helen runs her eyes up and down the naked girl's body, "And because you have been a good girl and apologised so promptly you may thank this lady. Come here and undo my blouse."
Stepping forward with shaking hands, Maggie first remembers her manners. "Thank you Miss Mirren..." clumsily at first but with growing confidence, she undoes the small buttons of the silk blouse. She can feel Helen's breasts rising and falling as she breathes and her own breath quickens. Once the blouse is undone, she steps back and waits.
Helen slips the blouse back over her shoulders and off. She hands it to Maggie and tells her to fold it neatly and place it on the chair. She smiles inwardly as the girl takes the utmost care to make a good job of the task. When she has finished she looks back at Helen, awaiting the next instruction.
Helen looks at Maggie and says, "Good! You have manners. I could teach you so many refinements...much more than that oaf over there," She says referring to Peter, "For example this garment is made of the finest lace...hand made for me by Rigby and Peller’s. You may feel it if you wish."
The words make Maggie feel as gauche and she wishes, God how she wants to be on her knees, anything to stop her towering over the lady who has more control in her little finger than many a so called Domme. She can feel Peter's eyes on her, almost burning her in their intensity and much to her shame she realises her inner thighs are wet with her arousal.
Helen recognises in the girl's hesitation that she feels out of her depth, "You do want to thank Mistress don't you?” She says firmly but encouragingly.
"Oh yes Mis-Ma-Miss Mirren..." she takes a deep breath, You're an actress for fuck's sake... "Thank you, thank you Ma-Miss Mirren..." this time she manages not to look and sound as nervous as she feels.
Helen moves slightly against the girl's touch. It is light and tentative and Helen would like more. She plays the game for a minute more, "Beautiful fabric isn't it? She asks, and then turns around with her back to Maggie, "Undo me girl."
For the first time since the scene started, Maggie smiles, smiles and steps forward, unclipping the bra, not presuming to do anything else. Mistress will tell her, guide her, all she has to do is obey.
Helen shrugs the garment off, turns around and hands it to the girl, "Put this on the chair as well....neatly." She watches as the girl does as she is told and then says, "Now you may really touch."
Almost reverentially and using just her fingertips, Maggie gently traces an outline round the gentle swell of Helen's breasts, lets them brush over the nipples. She always knew Helen was beautiful, like so many filmgoers she has seen her naked many times but here, in the flesh, the scent of her own arousal hanging heavy in the air, she understands the artists' preoccupation with the female form...
Helen muffles a moan as the girl's fingers play with her breast. She enjoys the sensation for a few more minutes and then stills her hand, "Next my skirt." This time she doesn't turn around but guides Maggie's hands to around her waist.
The press has become a rhythmic rubbing but Peter still keeps his hand outside his pants, torturing himself a little as he watches the scene unfolding before him, eyes hot.
Feeling a little more confident, there is next to no hesitation as Maggie deftly undoes the button and unzips the skirt, watching it slide down Helen's hips to the floor. Once she has stepped out of the pool of fabric, Maggie picks it up and drapes it over the chair, lest it crease.
"Very considerate. I like your thoughtfulness and care girl!" Helen smiles, "I will reward you for that! These...now you Americans call them panties don't you?...are from the same fine lingerie makers. You may feel the fabric," She almost grins wickedly, "thoroughly."
"Ohhhhh..." breathes Maggie. The fabric is of little interest to her as again with her finger tips she touches Helen. She wants to get to what's underneath, she wants to get on her knees and bury her face between Helen's thighs, licking and sucking. "Thank you ...."
Helen hides her reaction as Maggie's deft little fingers move over her. She allows herself to enjoy, and then hooks her fingers into the elastic and slides her knickers down her legs. She kicks them away from her legs and motions for Maggie to kneel. She removes her shoes and stockings herself, and then slips the stylish grey pumps onto her feet. Naked now she puts one foot on the bed. Helen knows the position exposes her to the girl and her man, "So what do you like about this lady the best girl?"
Relieved that finally she is on her knees, Maggie considers the question seriously, hoping that Helen isn't trying to catch her out. She gazes up at the lady, her legs, her breasts, her cunt, how can she answer? She watches how graceful her movements are, making her look far younger than she is. "I think Mistress," she hesitates, wondering if she's overstepped the mark. "The hands. They're so beautiful yet strong, they can deliver so much pleasure as well as pain..." then she ducks her head, eyes down once more.
"Funny, I would have thought the feet!" Helen likes to use a bit of humour every now and again, "After all you said you liked the shoes..." She raises her eyebrow cheekily, "But they are very lovely words coming off your tongue...a tongue I am sure has quite some talents!" She removes one of her shoes, "Use your tongue on my foot girl. Show me that you appreciate this lady's foot."
An answering smile on her face, Maggie bends over, not quite forgetting that Peter is going to have an excellent view of her ass. She licks Helen's foot, in slow broad strokes, being sure to keep her hands flat on the ground, avoiding the temptation to touch.
At this point, Peter’s torn between doing for himself there in the corner or waiting to let Maggie suck him off later. Finally, his hand stills and he simply leaves it there pressing against his erection again. /I’m a masochist too, after all./
Helen had forgotten how tired her feet were from traipsing around the shops. It feels good to have them serviced by a beautiful girl on her knees. She certainly is very talented with that tongue, and Helen hopes she picks up the cue when she says, "Calves now dear, you can work your way up."
Beaming to herself, Maggie begins to kiss and lick her way up, feeling the smoothness of the skin, pale, fragrant. Slowly she works her way up higher, drenched cunt twitching when she finally catches a scent of Helen herself.
Helen can feel the girl's eager breath on her, and she moves her leg so that the girl will have easier access. She stifles a gasp as Maggie's tongue finally connects with her clit.
At last... Maggie wastes no time in gently teasing the little nub with her tongue, she slides it round to collect as much of the fragrant wetness as she can, humming happily.
The hum reverberates through Helen. She may be sixty but she can still enjoy the ministrations of a beautiful girl...or boy. She shifts so that Maggie's tongue will concentrate where she needs it most.
Maggie's tongue flicks over the tip of Helen's clit, and unconsciously she begins to undulate her hips, wanting to be touched, hurt but wanting to pleasure the lady more. She smells so exquisite, she tastes even better. She whimpers quietly, tongue working as hard as it can.
"Oh very good," Helen's orgasm is building and she doesn't want to totally lose her composure. But Maggie's whimpering concentrates the sensation of her tongue, and Helen begins to feel that beautiful rush. She knows the girl wants to be hurt some more, and also so as to steady herself she grabs a
handful of her hair...without pulling that talented little tongue away of course!
The pull on her hair is perfect and Maggie senses that Helen is close. She flicks her tongue faster and almost buries her face in the wet cunt in front of her so she can actually suck at the lady's clit. She ignores the ache between her own legs as she licks and sucks almost frenziedly.
Maggie's tongue and lips bring Helen over the edge, and she comes grasping the girl's hair. It's been a long time since she's had someone's mouth on her, and it takes a while for the waves to subside. Eventually with a satisfied sigh Helen loosens her grip on the girl's hair and brings her foot to the ground, "Very good! Very good girl!" She smiles appreciatively at Maggie and tells her to stand up. It is time to give one last reward to her...and her boy.
One thing most men enjoy is to watch one woman kiss and caress another.
"Come here girl, I want to taste what is mine," Helen reaches in and kisses Maggie deeply. She tastes not only the girl but herself. She wraps her leg around Maggie's hips possessively, all the time investigating her mouth, and her hand reaches for her breast. She scrapes a finely manicured nail across her nipple, knowing Maggie will enjoy the pain.
/I am the luckiest man on the planet./ Peter thinks to himself as he watches his lover’s mouth and body be devoured and possessed by the beautiful lady.
"Nnnngghhh..." Maggie moans and goes pliant as her mouth is taken in the most complete kiss she's had from a Domme, the scrape of perfectly manicured nail on her nipple is the perfect touch. The icing on the cake is knowing that Peter will be enjoying this as much as she is and she basks in the knowledge that when he gets her home he will throw her on the floor and fuck her till she howls but in the meantime, oh God in the meantime there is this. Her hand wanders over the softest, palest skin, Maggie's seen since she lived in London. She has served a true English rose today.
Helen touches and scratches the girl for a while longer, enjoying the sound of her moans. One hand remains on her breast while the other seeks her red hot arse, and grins admiring the feel of her own handiwork. Eventually she breaks away and says in a purposely stern voice, "Now let your boy over there taste me on you....a good reminder to him that you are mine."
Needing no second bidding, Maggie turns and almost runs into Peter's arms, kissing him, being kissed by him, rubbing herself against him. She doesn't need to tell him how she feels, it's all there in the kiss and his response is crystal clear. Hazily she reflects she must be the luckiest girl in the world. Breaking away, simply because they need to breathe, she looks back at Helen, more completely herself since she walked over to the lady's table.
"Well, I think that was quite satisfactory don't you?" Helen says almost primly, "The room is booked for a night...I am sure you too could make good use of it!" She gathers her clothes and shoes and gives them a knowing grin. As she closes the door on her exit she is sure she can hear Maggie's cry as Peter takes her. She walks proudly down the corridor, completely naked. It is like a badge of honour, announcing to everyone that she has taken a sub tonight.
Cross posted to
maggie_gMaggie and Peter enter the bar hand in hand, they’ve been to a matinee of Spamalot and Maggie is aglow with excitement. She sits down and looks round to see if there is anyone in she knows.
“Peter? Oh my God, it’s Helen Mirren, I so have to go over and say something…” Peter rolls his eyes and watches as his girlfriend sashays over to where the Dame is sitting.
Not bothering to put down the drink he’s currently sipping from as he turns his back to the bar so he can keep Maggie in his sight, Peter grins and mutters to himself, “Don’t get yourself into trouble, Miss Maggie May.”
“Excuse me…” she waits for Helen to look up. “Ms. Mirren, Ma’am, I just wanted to say what a huge fan I am. I saw Elizabeth recently and I was overwhelmed by your performance.” she blushes, looking at the great actress then away again. She just knows Peter is gonna take the piss something chronic over this.
Helen inwardly sighs before she looks up. This is an unwelcome intrusion. She had hoped she could sit here uninterrupted. She came to the Establishment bar just to sit and relax after a day of shopping. On a whim she had flown to New York just to check out the sales. It had been boring moping around the house without her husband and she needed a distraction. She is tired now after battling crowded stores. But she has learnt over the many years of her career to be gracious so she looks up with a well-rehearsed smile.
The young girl grinning back at her puts a new slant on the use of 'Ma'am. Her face is flushed and excited, which in turn excites Helen. However, she gives a calm and collected reply of, "Well thank you very much."
Now that she is face to face with Helen, Maggie feels suddenly gauche and out of place. There aren’t many people who she is intimidated by, she’s been swanning round Hollywood for a good many years. But there is something about the aura of calmness that surrounds this lady, for a lady she undoubtedly is, in the old fashioned sense of the word. Maggie knows she is wet, wants to kneel for her.
“A-a-and I can’t wait for the new Prime Suspect…” her voice sounds almost strange to her own ears and she can’t stop herself adding, “Ma’am…”
Ma'am Helen likes the sound of that term coming off the lips of this eager faced girl. She puts the thought of going through her bags of purchases to the back of her mind and pats the seat next to her, "Sit down."
"Yes ma'am..." trying not to let her nerves show, Maggie sits. Now she can smell Helen's fragrance and underneath it the notes of Helen herself. Her clit throbs and she fidgets uneasily, she is totally tongue-tied, she glances up, then looks down at her hands again. "
Helen moves some of her bags to make room for Maggie to sit comfortably, "Sorry I've been shopping," She looks at the multitude of bags and adds, "just a tad. The sales here are wonderful."
Gratefully, Maggie seizes the opportunity to make herself look less of a sad geek and more like the person she normally is, when not faced with one of the great talents of the British theatre. She wriggles again, and smiles. "Aren't they just ma'am," she doesn't realise she's fallen into the place where using the term 'ma'am' is automatic. "I daren't think how many pairs of shoes I bought since they begun."
"Hmm shoes," Helen leans down and plucks a pair of grey patent pumps from a bag. She pokes her ankle out elegantly from under the table and holds one against her foot, "What do you think?"
Maggie's mouth goes dry and she stares at the slim ankle, at the hand holding the shoe and swallows hard. "Beautiful ... ma'am..." Let her want me, please let her want me...
Helen looks up and smiles and places the shoe back in its bag. Her eyes fix on Maggie until she realises she has seen her face in a few magazines. Actress her memory tells her but for the life of her she can't remember which film, "Sorry dear I know your face but your name...has slipped my memory."
That smile, it transforms Helen, makes her look so much younger. "M-M-Maggie Gyllenhaal, ma'am..." she wonders whether Helen is one of the many Establishment members who has already seen her bent over waiting to be spanked. She does hope so.
"Ah yes Maggie!" Helen calls the bartender over, "A red for me and a white for the girl," she orders and then turns her attention back to Maggie, "Such an old fashioned name, but very pretty. She decides to test this very eager girl. She has already shown her position by ordering for her. Now she will give her an order, "That will be enough of the ma'am for now girl. I am not your ma'am...yet."
Kicking herself for being presumptuous, Maggie looks crestfallen. "I am sorry..." now she doesn't know how to address her. "um Ms Mirren..." she whispers. She can't call her Helen, it would sound too disrespectful. Somewhere she registers that Helen has ordered her a drink and referred to her as the girl. So maybe she hasn't fucked up completely. She continues to look at her hands.
Helen likes the way the girl keeps her eyes down. She senses she could be a very obedient sub. And a very pretty one. She wants a closer look at her face. "Look at me," She commands.
Slowly, Maggie looks up into the calm face. She itches to be touched to be hurt, she wants to be naked so badly right now. It's ages since anyone has had that effect on her, apart of course from her lover. Her skin feels too tight, she gazes as mesmerised as a rabbit caught in the headlights.
Helen looks into the wide-eyed face staring back at her. She says nothing for a minute or so...testing still...and teasing. Then she puts her fingers lightly on the girl's chin and asks, "You're an actress girl? Which films?"
Biting back a whimper that so wants to come out, Maggie bites her lip before answering. "I was in Secretary and Donnie Darko..." Please tell me you saw Secretary, you know I look good on my hands and knees
"Aaaghh Donnie Darko yes! Such an interesting film!" Helen purposely ignores the 'Secretary' reference. She knows she is teasing, and it is fun. She runs her thumb over the girl's chin, "An admirable beginning to one's career."
Unaware that her face is reflecting her disappointment, she smiles ruefully. "It was way ahead of its time, it launched Jake, my little brother, into the big time..." she has to remind herself that not everyone has seen ‘Secretary’ it was silly for her to think that they have.
Helen smiles. This girl may be an actress but she is woefully bad at hiding her emotions, "Your brother is quite an attractive young boy. And ‘Secretary’," She adds finally, "what was that about? Sounds quite dull!" She knows full well what it was about, and now remembers this pretty little thing kneeling very beautifully in it.
For a moment Maggie would quite happily kick her little bro from here to kingdom come. "That's Jake," she smiles. "’Secretary’, um, it was an exploration of um..." she looks embarrassed. "S&M" as you very well know, I bet...
Helen notices a young man watching them intently. She leans in close to Maggie and whispers in her ear, "Well we had better keep that between us hadn't we? We have an audience." She gestures imperceptibly towards said young man, "He seems to be very interested in us...although I'm sure all the interest is in you!"
Maggie's face softens and glows. "That's my boyfriend, Peter, he loves to watch..." she looks at Helen. "If there's anything to watch ..." she smiles over at her lover. She wants to go down for Helen very badly, she knows Peter knows that too, but whatever happens tonight she knows she's going to end up with a very sore butt and she can't help but fidget at the thought. Then she turns her gaze back to her hands and waits for Helen to decide.
Although he’d love to be close enough to hear what keeps being said that has Maggie blushing like a teenager, Peter holds his peace. He knows that if there’s going to be anything going down, Maggie’ll let him know.
Helen raises her eyebrow, "You are more foreword than I first thought girl," She says. She contemplates the idea. She had come here simply for a drink and a rest but now that the opportunity has arisen she is not averse to giving this boy a little show with his girl.
"Perhaps he needs to see his young lady be punished for being so foreword...See her being taught a lesson," Helen gives him a fleeting look; the girl's face is still bowed.
Inside Maggie is dancing with joy. She looks up unaware her eyes are twinkling. "This girl is at your disposal Ms Mirren," unless told otherwise, Peter will follow at a discreet distance. This is not the first time he's watched a beautiful Domme take his girl down, though never such an illustrious lady as Ms Mirren.
"Well this girl will not be drinking any more of this if that is the case," Helen moves the wine glass away from Maggie," and the girl will go over and tell her boy the same." She watches as Maggie gets up and dutifully follows her order.
She calls an Establishment staff member over and orders a room, "With a seat in the corner for the young man over there," She smiles pointing at Maggie's beau whose face is lit by anticipation.
When Maggie does nothing more than gibber at him, Peter figures it’s fine for him to come along so he grabs his lover’s hand to calm her down a little bit and begins to lead her back over to the stately woman waiting for them.
Well Helen what a turn of events! A pretty young girl with a voyeuristic partner. How delightful!
Helen relinquishes her shopping to the staff member for safekeeping, then calls him back and reclaims her new grey pumps. She stands up with them in her hand and beckons the couple to follow her.
Hand in hand Maggie and Peter follow her to the lifts and then to their room. There is little or no conversation. Maggie's head is down, slowly sliding into the right place, feeling Peter's presence grounding her, stopping her flying away. When they arrive they both look to Helen for direction.
"You," She points to the young man, "will sit there," Her hand waves towards the seat in the corner, "and you," She looks sternly towards Maggie, "Will come here."
Maggie goes over to Helen and drops to her knees, at 5'9, she towers over her Ma'am for the evening and it feels all wrong. She hopes she isn't being presumptuous again but on the other hand, she looks forward to being punished.
"Did I tell you to kneel?" Helen barks, "Stand up girl!"
Damn.... "Sorry Ms Mirren...." Maggie stands, towering over the smaller woman, feeling all arms and legs, like a galumphing elephant in comparison to the petite frame in front of her. Much to her own surprise, she can feel tears pricking her eyes.
Helen looks into the girl's eyes, "What is your safeword? And what limits do you have?" She asks in a business like tone.
"Safeword is Donnie, limits, nothing permanent, no scat and no age play. I'm not a little girl..." she shifts uneasily and waits.
"And him?" Helen points nonchalantly towards the young man sitting in the corner, "I suppose I had better ask about him. His safeword? And anything he doesn't like seeing his little girl do?" Helen smirks cheekily and brushes her lips across Maggie's cheek as she speaks.
Peter waits for Maggie to give the woman his safeword and when she doesn’t, he wonders if he shouldn’t do it himself but he holds his peace for now. He realizes when he’s nothing more than an accessory to a scene and being talked about like a lamp in the corner certainly puts him in that position. Settling in, he waits to see what will happen next.
"You think you are this lady's girl, calling her ma'am. If that is the case why did you bring him along?" Helen points towards the young man sitting in the corner. She loves this sort of role-play and having an audience is an added bonus, "If you are this lady's then you belong to her alone. Take your top off and show this lady what she owns."
Maggie knows her panties are soaking, she peels off her t shirt and folding it lays it to one side, she has a horrible feeling her jeans are going to be wet too. This type of gentle humiliation is right up her street.
Helen stands back and surveys the lace-covered breasts in front of her. She cups one in her hand, looking over at the young man still sitting in the corner, "You shouldn't have brought him," She hisses into Maggie's ear, "You need to be punished for that digression."
Maggie desperately wants to apologise but she is glad Peter is there, she's not as experienced as he is and though she wants it desperately she is very happy that her lover has her back, as it were. "Need to be punished..." she echoes, hoping it will suffice.
"I will tell you what you need and don't need," Helen says in a firm tone. She moves her hand off the girl's breast and steps back, "So now let me see what this boy over here thinks is his. Take off your bra girl."
With shaking hands, she reaches behind her back and removes her bra. Her nipples harden as the cool air greets them and unwittingly Maggie licks her lips. God she wants Helen to touch her, wants Helen to hurt her. Soon. Now.
Helen stands and just surveys. She can see the girl is very eager, and part of the game is playing with that. Keep her in suspense. She shifts a little, looking Maggie up and down as if she were a soldier on inspection. Helen is impressed that despite her obvious excitement the girl stands still. Finally she moves towards her, takes her right breast in her hand and looks over at Peter, "Think this is yours?" She smirks, "Mine now." She cups Maggie's breast and runs her thumb over the nipple possessively all the while maintaining eye contact with the young man.
Playing along with the script for the evening, Peter gives the woman a smouldering, resentful look. It’s pretty good, only partially spoiled by the very obvious bulge in the front of his jeans.
Cool fingers on her breast, nipple hardens, pussy twitches and Maggie bites her lip. She knows Helen is toying with Peter, it’s like she's incidental, it's as if this isn't about her, it's about them. And that thought turns her on even more and she wants to moan, wants to whimper but stays stock still until she's given more instruction.
Helen takes her hand off Maggie’s breast, and stands back again, “Take the rest of your clothes off girl, and put them in a neat pile on the floor. I’d like to see what else is of such interest to this boy over here.”
The relief, oh God, the relief ... quickly Maggie strips, horribly aware of the scent of excited girl that wafts up from between her legs. She folds her clothes and stands, hands behind her back, feeling exposed, excited and oh so very wet.
"Hmmm..." Helen's response is purposely noncommittal. Again she takes her time to survey the girl in front of her. Slowly and deliberately she pulls up a chair and sits. She takes time to straighten her skirt and position her legs just so. The she says, "You have done very well girl, but you still need to be punished for bringing him," She points over to Peter. "Over my lap now."
"Yes ...M-Mi-Miss Mirren...." inside Maggie is whooping, though she is a little embarrassed at the thought that she might leave a wet patch on Helen's skirt. She gracefully deports herself over the elegant lap, again feeling large and ungainly in comparison to the petite lady. Wriggling a little, she settles down, her cunt almost aching with need.
Helen is pleased that the Establishment staff has arranged the furniture so that Peter has a perfect view of Maggie's arse ready to be spanked. They are always so thoughtful and perceptive! She lets the girl settle comfortably, finding her balance and then says sharply, "Your punishment is for two misdemeanours young lady. Firstly you dared to be impudent and use a term of familiarity for me which you had not been invited to employ." Helen stops and then lays a slap across the girl's buttocks. "Secondly you demonstrated a brazen approach by bringing your young man into my presence. I am not pleased." The second smack is harder, leaving a red imprint across Maggie's arse.
Maggie grunts. It's perfect, fucking perfect. Helen's fragile air belies her strength. Maggie's ass is burning, and she whimpers softly. "Thank you Miss Mirren..." she gasps the words out. She knows she is a bad, bad, girl and she also knows that Peter will be getting off on seeing her punished. Her stomach twists and she pushes up, her body begging even if her mouth is still.
It’s too much to ask, really, for Peter not to touch himself. He does exert enough self control to keep it to simply pressing the heel of his hand against his cock…outside his jeans…for the moment.
"Yes well it's all very well to apologise after the fact," Helen says. It's a line one of her teachers had used on her, and it's always been a good one for this sort of thing, "but you shouldn't have done it in the first place." Helen lays a series of increasingly harder whacks across the girl's backside. She can tell by the straining that Maggie is seeking harder and harder 'punishment'.
"Yes, I mean no, I mean ... oh god..." her composure has flown away, and all Maggie can do is moan gently, pushing up into Helen's hand. "Please...." She couldn't say what she is asking for, shouldn't be asking but the warm glow in her ass, the tingle is making her feel desperate with need.
Helen stops and rests her hand on the red arse on her lap, "Please what? Please I'm sorry?"
"Sorrysorrysorry..." Maggie could cry. "Girl shouldn't have spoken, forgive...sorry..." she squirms, wishing she had paid more attention to what makes a good girl.”Please don't stop Miss Mirren, please keep going..."
"Well if you're sorry I can stop!" Helen says matter of factly. She knows this will irritate the girl...she wants more pain. But that is the point, keep the girl on her toes so that she is unsure of what is going on, "Stand up girl and face me.' The position is designed mainly so that her boyfriend can get a nice eyeful of freshly reddened arse. After all the show is for him as well as her.
Completely bewildered, Maggie hauls herself up, her eyes bright with unshed tears. She doesn't have a clue what to do, what to say, just stands in front of Helen, looking at the floor. Unused to the capriciousness of Dommes, she fidgets uneasily, half annoyed and half worried. It isn't for her to ask, to speak so for once she manages to hold her tongue.
"Well young lady it is good to see you understand." Helen stands up straight in front of the girl, "Would you like to see who you are really dealing with?"
Raising her eyes from the floor, Maggie's voice is teary and a bit croaky. "Please, yes please..."
"You are dealing with the lady who owns you. Every inch of you," Helen runs her eyes up and down the naked girl's body, "And because you have been a good girl and apologised so promptly you may thank this lady. Come here and undo my blouse."
Stepping forward with shaking hands, Maggie first remembers her manners. "Thank you Miss Mirren..." clumsily at first but with growing confidence, she undoes the small buttons of the silk blouse. She can feel Helen's breasts rising and falling as she breathes and her own breath quickens. Once the blouse is undone, she steps back and waits.
Helen slips the blouse back over her shoulders and off. She hands it to Maggie and tells her to fold it neatly and place it on the chair. She smiles inwardly as the girl takes the utmost care to make a good job of the task. When she has finished she looks back at Helen, awaiting the next instruction.
Helen looks at Maggie and says, "Good! You have manners. I could teach you so many refinements...much more than that oaf over there," She says referring to Peter, "For example this garment is made of the finest lace...hand made for me by Rigby and Peller’s. You may feel it if you wish."
The words make Maggie feel as gauche and she wishes, God how she wants to be on her knees, anything to stop her towering over the lady who has more control in her little finger than many a so called Domme. She can feel Peter's eyes on her, almost burning her in their intensity and much to her shame she realises her inner thighs are wet with her arousal.
Helen recognises in the girl's hesitation that she feels out of her depth, "You do want to thank Mistress don't you?” She says firmly but encouragingly.
"Oh yes Mis-Ma-Miss Mirren..." she takes a deep breath, You're an actress for fuck's sake... "Thank you, thank you Ma-Miss Mirren..." this time she manages not to look and sound as nervous as she feels.
Helen moves slightly against the girl's touch. It is light and tentative and Helen would like more. She plays the game for a minute more, "Beautiful fabric isn't it? She asks, and then turns around with her back to Maggie, "Undo me girl."
For the first time since the scene started, Maggie smiles, smiles and steps forward, unclipping the bra, not presuming to do anything else. Mistress will tell her, guide her, all she has to do is obey.
Helen shrugs the garment off, turns around and hands it to the girl, "Put this on the chair as well....neatly." She watches as the girl does as she is told and then says, "Now you may really touch."
Almost reverentially and using just her fingertips, Maggie gently traces an outline round the gentle swell of Helen's breasts, lets them brush over the nipples. She always knew Helen was beautiful, like so many filmgoers she has seen her naked many times but here, in the flesh, the scent of her own arousal hanging heavy in the air, she understands the artists' preoccupation with the female form...
Helen muffles a moan as the girl's fingers play with her breast. She enjoys the sensation for a few more minutes and then stills her hand, "Next my skirt." This time she doesn't turn around but guides Maggie's hands to around her waist.
The press has become a rhythmic rubbing but Peter still keeps his hand outside his pants, torturing himself a little as he watches the scene unfolding before him, eyes hot.
Feeling a little more confident, there is next to no hesitation as Maggie deftly undoes the button and unzips the skirt, watching it slide down Helen's hips to the floor. Once she has stepped out of the pool of fabric, Maggie picks it up and drapes it over the chair, lest it crease.
"Very considerate. I like your thoughtfulness and care girl!" Helen smiles, "I will reward you for that! These...now you Americans call them panties don't you?...are from the same fine lingerie makers. You may feel the fabric," She almost grins wickedly, "thoroughly."
"Ohhhhh..." breathes Maggie. The fabric is of little interest to her as again with her finger tips she touches Helen. She wants to get to what's underneath, she wants to get on her knees and bury her face between Helen's thighs, licking and sucking. "Thank you ...."
Helen hides her reaction as Maggie's deft little fingers move over her. She allows herself to enjoy, and then hooks her fingers into the elastic and slides her knickers down her legs. She kicks them away from her legs and motions for Maggie to kneel. She removes her shoes and stockings herself, and then slips the stylish grey pumps onto her feet. Naked now she puts one foot on the bed. Helen knows the position exposes her to the girl and her man, "So what do you like about this lady the best girl?"
Relieved that finally she is on her knees, Maggie considers the question seriously, hoping that Helen isn't trying to catch her out. She gazes up at the lady, her legs, her breasts, her cunt, how can she answer? She watches how graceful her movements are, making her look far younger than she is. "I think Mistress," she hesitates, wondering if she's overstepped the mark. "The hands. They're so beautiful yet strong, they can deliver so much pleasure as well as pain..." then she ducks her head, eyes down once more.
"Funny, I would have thought the feet!" Helen likes to use a bit of humour every now and again, "After all you said you liked the shoes..." She raises her eyebrow cheekily, "But they are very lovely words coming off your tongue...a tongue I am sure has quite some talents!" She removes one of her shoes, "Use your tongue on my foot girl. Show me that you appreciate this lady's foot."
An answering smile on her face, Maggie bends over, not quite forgetting that Peter is going to have an excellent view of her ass. She licks Helen's foot, in slow broad strokes, being sure to keep her hands flat on the ground, avoiding the temptation to touch.
At this point, Peter’s torn between doing for himself there in the corner or waiting to let Maggie suck him off later. Finally, his hand stills and he simply leaves it there pressing against his erection again. /I’m a masochist too, after all./
Helen had forgotten how tired her feet were from traipsing around the shops. It feels good to have them serviced by a beautiful girl on her knees. She certainly is very talented with that tongue, and Helen hopes she picks up the cue when she says, "Calves now dear, you can work your way up."
Beaming to herself, Maggie begins to kiss and lick her way up, feeling the smoothness of the skin, pale, fragrant. Slowly she works her way up higher, drenched cunt twitching when she finally catches a scent of Helen herself.
Helen can feel the girl's eager breath on her, and she moves her leg so that the girl will have easier access. She stifles a gasp as Maggie's tongue finally connects with her clit.
At last... Maggie wastes no time in gently teasing the little nub with her tongue, she slides it round to collect as much of the fragrant wetness as she can, humming happily.
The hum reverberates through Helen. She may be sixty but she can still enjoy the ministrations of a beautiful girl...or boy. She shifts so that Maggie's tongue will concentrate where she needs it most.
Maggie's tongue flicks over the tip of Helen's clit, and unconsciously she begins to undulate her hips, wanting to be touched, hurt but wanting to pleasure the lady more. She smells so exquisite, she tastes even better. She whimpers quietly, tongue working as hard as it can.
"Oh very good," Helen's orgasm is building and she doesn't want to totally lose her composure. But Maggie's whimpering concentrates the sensation of her tongue, and Helen begins to feel that beautiful rush. She knows the girl wants to be hurt some more, and also so as to steady herself she grabs a
handful of her hair...without pulling that talented little tongue away of course!
The pull on her hair is perfect and Maggie senses that Helen is close. She flicks her tongue faster and almost buries her face in the wet cunt in front of her so she can actually suck at the lady's clit. She ignores the ache between her own legs as she licks and sucks almost frenziedly.
Maggie's tongue and lips bring Helen over the edge, and she comes grasping the girl's hair. It's been a long time since she's had someone's mouth on her, and it takes a while for the waves to subside. Eventually with a satisfied sigh Helen loosens her grip on the girl's hair and brings her foot to the ground, "Very good! Very good girl!" She smiles appreciatively at Maggie and tells her to stand up. It is time to give one last reward to her...and her boy.
One thing most men enjoy is to watch one woman kiss and caress another.
"Come here girl, I want to taste what is mine," Helen reaches in and kisses Maggie deeply. She tastes not only the girl but herself. She wraps her leg around Maggie's hips possessively, all the time investigating her mouth, and her hand reaches for her breast. She scrapes a finely manicured nail across her nipple, knowing Maggie will enjoy the pain.
/I am the luckiest man on the planet./ Peter thinks to himself as he watches his lover’s mouth and body be devoured and possessed by the beautiful lady.
"Nnnngghhh..." Maggie moans and goes pliant as her mouth is taken in the most complete kiss she's had from a Domme, the scrape of perfectly manicured nail on her nipple is the perfect touch. The icing on the cake is knowing that Peter will be enjoying this as much as she is and she basks in the knowledge that when he gets her home he will throw her on the floor and fuck her till she howls but in the meantime, oh God in the meantime there is this. Her hand wanders over the softest, palest skin, Maggie's seen since she lived in London. She has served a true English rose today.
Helen touches and scratches the girl for a while longer, enjoying the sound of her moans. One hand remains on her breast while the other seeks her red hot arse, and grins admiring the feel of her own handiwork. Eventually she breaks away and says in a purposely stern voice, "Now let your boy over there taste me on you....a good reminder to him that you are mine."
Needing no second bidding, Maggie turns and almost runs into Peter's arms, kissing him, being kissed by him, rubbing herself against him. She doesn't need to tell him how she feels, it's all there in the kiss and his response is crystal clear. Hazily she reflects she must be the luckiest girl in the world. Breaking away, simply because they need to breathe, she looks back at Helen, more completely herself since she walked over to the lady's table.
"Well, I think that was quite satisfactory don't you?" Helen says almost primly, "The room is booked for a night...I am sure you too could make good use of it!" She gathers her clothes and shoes and gives them a knowing grin. As she closes the door on her exit she is sure she can hear Maggie's cry as Peter takes her. She walks proudly down the corridor, completely naked. It is like a badge of honour, announcing to everyone that she has taken a sub tonight.
