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Humbling Ch. 01

By: pacifist91w



Note: This is fiction, intended to entertain readers. It has graphic lesbian sex scenes. There's also domination in this story although it will take a form you probably aren't used to seeing. If you can't legally view this, please don't! Any resemblance between these characters and any person is coincidental.

You may have seen this story elsewhere, under one of my other pen names. I wanted to post it here for the sake of any readers who hadn't yet seen it. Since I was reposting, I took the opportunity to do a little more editing, but the changes are purely cosmetic.

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I saw the brunette in a corner near the back, pretending to read a score for an obscure musical. She'd been looking at me when she thought I didn't notice since she'd started coming to this new-and-used music store a few weeks ago. She didn't have the gumption to say anything to me; in fact, she had turned away, pink-faced, on every one of the few occasions I'd made eye contact with her. She looked late 20s, maybe 30, definitely of Eastern European extraction. She never wore a ring; she always looked around the store alone. I was willing--after evaluating her and asking around discreetly--to test her.

It was about 1815; this was normally a very slack time for business. I strode confidently toward the woman. When I got close, she took a step to the right, thinking I wanted to look at the scores on the racks behind her. I put my hand right next to her head. I looked at her, and she could see me from the corner of her eye. She swallowed hard and moved another half-step to right. Her face was flushed.

I could have real fun with this one.

I squatted on my haunches, pretending to examine the lower racks. I reached for a score and brushed her denim-covered leg, just below the knee. She was panting slightly. She moved a few cm further to the right.

Now that I'd made physical contact, I moved extremely quickly. I stood and pulled her into me, one arm just below her waist, the other on her ribs, positioning my body more-or-less behind hers. She let out a squeak. I was already in her ear. "Stay quiet," I whispered, "and no one will notice." My fingers were very busy, smoothly opening her fly and snaking into her loose-fitting jeans. I encountered her panties and slid under them, feeling her trimmed hair, stopping a mm or two above her entrance, tapping lightly. Meanwhile, my other hand had infiltrated her shapeless white blouse and begun tracing her ribs and the undersides of her breasts, using almost no pressure. I could feel her heart jack-hammering in her chest.

While my hands were working, my mind was assessing. This gal was just as responsive as I'd thought she would be. She was looking around nervously while I was playing with her. I could already smell her arousal. I hadn't looked closely at the thickness of her shoe soles, but I guessed she was around 161 to 166 cm (5' 4" to 5' 5") and she had a nice pair of wider-than-average hips. Her face was even more gorgeous close up than it had looked from half a room away. She had a long, straight, narrow nose; thin, dark, exotically curved eyebrows; green-flecked light brown eyes; a small mole on her left cheek (wonderful, fine-boned cheeks;) and her mouth--wow! Her upper lip was full, exquisitely curved, and delicate; her lower lip was even fuller, elegantly shaped, screaming for attention, as if to make up for her slight overbite. This woman would have one of the most adorable pouts in history. She could be...worthy.

As for me, I'm a viola player in the Philharmonic Orchestra in a city on the East coast. (I'm not going to say which, because I like my incognito.) I have long, strong, slender, nimble fingers, thanks to heredity and to my musical performance. I'm just 24, but people love the music I play. In the looks department, I'd call myself amazingly average. I stand 158 cm (5' 2") and have the usual Korean features: button nose; dark brown eyes; hips that are on the narrow side; smallish, firm breasts; trim, tight backside. I do love my neck; I think it's slender and elegant. I'm not as happy about my legs; I wish they were longer.

At any rate, this girl in the music store was getting more turned on by the second; her breathing was heavy and irregular. I popped open her bra and returned to tracing her ribs: not what she'd anticipated, I'm sure. My other hand explored her pelvis, occasionally touching her outer lips (which had grown slick) but never getting any closer to her front entrance than that. I let my thigh do a bit of playful bumping of her butt, too, and she moved her hips back as inconspicuously as she could to meet the contact every time. She still hadn't said a word. Good, she could follow instructions.

At least, she could so far. I'd doubtless have to work with her to get her to obey some of the more...creative things I was going to demand. To that end, I got serious with the hand on her chest. As I can do so well, I began to squeeze and fondle her breasts, using the perfect amount of force. I gradually focused on her nipples. My fingers can move so fast that my five can do the job of most people's ten; I skillfully milked both her tits with only one hand. Her breathing caught. I added ear-nipping, just hard enough to get her attention. She gasped loudly.

She couldn't see my satisfied smile as I pushed her to the edge. With almost no touching of her vagina, I had her right on the edge of orgasm.

I made my hands, mouth--indeed my whole body--absent in an instant. With my peripheral vision, I watched her as I casually walked toward the front of the store. It took her a second to realize that I was gone and another second or two to realize I was not coming back. Then it took her about five seconds to follow me. (It may not sound like much, but a lot of soul-searching can be done in five seconds.)

I walked to the small parking lot behind the row of stores; it was really just a glorified alley. She caught up to me as I reached my car.

"I--" she said, her voice hesitant and weak.

"--Shush, I will let you know when it's time to talk," I said softly and firmly. She closed her mouth right away, but stared at me meaningfully with those gorgeous brown eyes. I pretended not to be affected by her gaze. I put my hand around her wrist and drew her gently closer, until we were only a few cm from touching. "I know you. You don't know yourself as well as I know you. You've never been interested in men: they're so simple they have no choice but to be boring. Besides, you've always thought the female body was beautiful. You haven't had sex in so long because soon it also bores you, even though you always try to find exciting, rebellious partners. In the store just now, you were as far as you've ever been from bored. You feel cheated because I didn't finish you. You're also fascinated; you can tell that I left you hanging on purpose and you don't know why.

"The purpose was to give you a sex life, beyond what you've ever imagined. But I have a few rules. Listen closely, because you will please me more if you do things right the first time. I'm not going to say, 'I never repeat myself,' the way so many wannabe tough-gals do. I will also not raise my voice at you and I will not physically punish you--unless you consider the odd spanking physical punishment." Her eyes widened. I could see she was hanging on every word. "You will address me as 'Mistress' when you talk to me. If you refer to yourself, you will say 'a slave.' 'A slave,' you understand; not just plain 'slave' or 'the slave.' You don't deserve a name; you haven't even earned a title or a number or

anything definite yet. I will call you slave, slut, bitch, or whatever I feel like calling you. You will not use pronouns for either of us or for any of my friends or anyone I tell you must not be named with a pronoun.

"Now you want to cum, I suppose."

Her voice was hardly more than a whisper. "Yes, Mistress," she said, turning her eyes from me.

"Show me your pussy."

"Now?" she gasped, her face turning a very sexy shade of pink.

"I would have preferred two seconds ago--when I told you to do it--but now will do," I said. "I would also have preferred to hear 'Mistress' from that beautiful slut mouth of yours."

"Mistress, I--"

"--This is a time for doing, not talking," I said. "I have a busy schedule."

She looked all around, on the edge of panic, while she fumbled with her button and fly. She lowered her pants and panties to the tops of her thighs for an instant and pulled them back up immediately.

"Don't waste my time, slave," I commanded in a calm voice.

She was shaking, her head whipping around frantically as she bared her pussy again and kept it bare. "Please hurry, Mistress!" she pleaded.

"Why?"

She looked me in the face for the first time since I'd given her the original command. She was shocked. There was horror, extreme embarrassment, and deep down, a spark of sheer exhilaration on her face.

"Your pussy looks so wet; just what I expected from a slut who wants to be fucked in public," I teased. "Okay." I casually put my fingers on her slit. I drummed over her clit with my index finger while I penetrated slowly with my middle.

I'm not easily surprised, but even I was a bit taken aback. She came before my finger had made five strokes. "Mistress! Oh fuck! Mistress..." she mumbled while she rode her peak. I knew something she didn't: my body and the parked cars would have shielded her partial nudity and my activities from the eyes of anyone who had happened upon the scene. (No one did happen by, so the point was moot.) Her eyes were closed, so I permitted myself an ear-to-ear grin. This responsive, hot bitch was perfect. She was exactly the humiliation-seeker I'd been trying to find since I first realized how much I love watching my partner squirm.

I made myself look uninterested. Her eyes opened. She quickly pulled up her jeans. "If we're done here, so long," I said, knowing what she'd do.

"Please, Mistress! Don't leave, or at least give me--give a slave Mistress's number!" She actually had tears in her eyes.

"You remembered late, but you did remember. Convince me. You have 10 seconds."

"A slave needs her mistress. A slave hasn't ever come like that, ever! A slave...wants to...lick Mistress's pussy." She had to force herself to say the last bit. I was glad she had; it proved she was serious about wanting more.

I had a couple of days until my next rehearsal with the orchestra. "Slave, I want a few answers from you. Have you got a flat?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Full-time job?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Significant other?"

"No, Mistress."

"Roommate?"

"No, Mistress."

"What is your job?"

"Clothing salesperson at Antonia's Bridal and Formal, Mistress."

"Are you working soon?"

"Not until Monday; a slave has the 1230 to 2100 shift, Mistress, every weekday."

"Did you come here in your car?"

"No, Mistress."

"How far is your flat?"

"About 20 minutes by bus, Mistress."

"I'm going to drive my car. My slave is going to sit in the passenger seat and tell me how to get to her place. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress!" She was giddy from her success at "convincing" me to stay with her a little longer. She really was cute. I had so much in store for her!

She and I got into my plush compact car. "Those clothes keep men from becoming too interested in you, right?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"That's good thinking. But when you're with me, you will dress like the slut you are. Show me your breasts."

Again, she looked terrified. I was loving this and I knew she was too, although she couldn't admit it. "Mistress, please--"

I glared at her for an instant. "--Your mistress has given you an order, slut."

She blushed to her fingernails, but she untucked her blouse and pulled it up, dragging the cups of her still-open bra just above her breasts. She did her best to shield herself from anyone's eyes on her side by keeping her right arm as low as she could and letting the loose blouse drape. I wasn't going to let her off that easily. "I want your breasts exposed and your arms at your sides," I said evenly.

She was aroused; her womanly scent was faint but unmistakable. She pinned her blouse and bra just above her breasts by holding her arms tightly to her sides.

"Quite a pair," I said dryly, loving her look of shame. "You can cover them again. With mammaries like those, support is necessary, so I will permit you a bra; it better be sexy, though. And you will never let me catch you wearing panties."

"Mistress, did a slave have to expose her chest just so Mistress could see if a slave should wear a bra?" she asked.

"Yes. I could have waited, but you wanted an audience."

She was a natural! Her blush had faded but it came back with a vengeance. For a few minutes, there were no sounds but Respighi on my stereo. Then my new plaything meekly pointed out the turn that would lead to her place.

"We won't be here long, so don't get comfortable," I warned. "We'll come back later, but I'm going to see how prepared you are and what you don't have in your slave quarters that you should." (I was also going to learn a bit more about her personality and background, but I saw no need to tell her that.)

There was an elevator ride to the third floor of the four-story building and a hall leading to her flat. This was her turf; I needed to establish myself as the one in charge even here. I stopped her with a light touch on the shoulder as soon as we got out of the elevator. "Which one is the slave shack?" I asked.

"Third door on the left, Mistress," she replied.

"Give me the key and strip, except your bra. Those gorgeous tits of yours aren't going to start sagging on my watch."

"Mistress!"

"Bad acoustics, I guess," I said. "I could have sworn I gave my bitch an order."

With trembling fingers, she gave me her keys and started taking off her shoes, then her socks. I walked away and opened her apartment door. "Slave, you got any tea?" I asked, emerging from her doorway a moment later. She was really hurrying, trying to decrease her chances of being seen by a neighbor. She lost a blouse button in her haste and I couldn't help chuckling.

"Tea's next to the microwave, Mistress," she answered, trying to keep her voice low.

"Good, make me some when you drag your sweet ass in here," I laughed. "Do it right away, too; your mistress's orders come before anything else."

I looked around her small living room and enjoyed the show when she dashed into the flat and shut the door a few seconds later. I winked at her and she looked at the floor, set down her clothing and shoes, and got out a tea pot.

I smiled and went to her bedroom. She definitely had an underwear drawer, not a lingerie drawer. Only one bra-and-panty set was even a bit racy. I copied some information about her sizes. I looked at her diplomas and copied a bit more. I perused a small photo album; it seemed to have pictures of her mother, sister (older, I guessed) father, two brothers (both younger) and a best friend or an ex. The girl was pretty--not as fine as my slave, but prettier than I was. But, I thought with pride: who can rock my slave's world? I was confident that she'd been telling the truth; I was already the best lover she'd ever had.

"Mistress, it's ready," the brunette called to me.

I left her room and saw her hurriedly tugging on her pants. Did she really think I'd allow that? "Serve me my tea," I said. "Take a drink, then pass it to me for swallowing."

To her credit, she immediately did as commanded. She let her jeans fall and put the mug to her lips. She stepped out of the pants and pressed her mouth to mine, sharing the tea.

"You've done well," I told her. I took the mug from her hand. "I'll drink it myself for now. Sit at the table."

She glanced at her pants, but she hurried back to the kitchen and sat, grabbing the other mug and taking a long drink. She looked very nice, even though her bra was white and quite conservatively cut. I sat across from her. "You know, I only want the best for you, slave."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Have you ever run naked through your apartment building?"

"Not until today, Mistress."

"Why not? You obviously loved it."

Her face burned with shame. "Mistress, a slave has never been so...mortified--"

"--Nice word. I'll let that go for now. To the point, you have no wardrobe. Nothing. We are going shopping. To make it fair, your mistress will pay 60% of the costs on our spree." Her face lit up. "Mistress alone has the final word on what is purchased--any slave she may have will be happy to offer no objections, only the occasional suggestion. My slave will put on this when I tell her to do so." I held up the borderline-sexy bra I'd found. (I had no use for the matching panties, so I'd left them in her dresser.) "Mistress will select a shopping outfit once she's done with her tea."

I drank my tea, happy to be controlling a young lady for the first time in months. The last one had been a disappointment, I confess: she'd whined too much. This one was quickly becoming excellent. When I set my empty mug on the table, I shot my hostess a lascivious look and she blushed instantly. "I love that look on you," I told her. "You wear shame and humiliation so well."

"Thank you, Mistress," she whispered, still unable to look at me.

I looked through her junk drawer and found a pair of scissors. "You won't ever wear this again anyway," I said, and I snipped through the straps of her bra. "Stand and remove those scraps." She did. "Good. Throw them in the trash, then put on what I've chosen."

I watched with interest as my gorgeous slave, quite aware of my eyes on her, slowly wriggled into her black silk bra. She had another mole which I hadn't noticed earlier, near the top of her delightful ass, and I could probably mention that any time I felt like it and get a nice reaction. I tested my hypothesis right away. "Very pretty mole on your ass, slave." Sure enough, her ears grew red.

"Thank you, Mistress," she said. She finished adjusting and stood before me in her black bra, nude otherwise.

"True, you're only a slut who doesn't have a name, but you should still be proud, because you're my slave. So stand straight as you can: chest out, chin up. Look me in the eyes." She did. She was quite tempting, but I couldn't let myself show too much interest yet. "Promising," I said.

I went to her room and found her thin, cotton, pale blue mini-dress. I loved its poufy short sleeves; they would draw attention to her broad shoulders. She skirt wasn't as short and the neckline wasn't scooped as low as I'd hoped, but it would do for a start. She had rather cute silver pumps with 8-cm heels--not as good a match as I'd wanted--they'd also have to do for this evening.

I emerged from the bedroom. She was washing the teacups, obediently as unclad as I'd left her. "Slave, do you want to suck your mistress's pussy?"

"Yes, Mistress!" she cried. I had raised her hopes, as planned.

"Keep in mind that you're trying to earn that privilege," I told her with a smirk. "The better you behave, the sooner you will be rewarded. Here's your outfit."

She needed no urging; she'd been uncomfortable with her nudity while I was clothed. She looked quite attractive in her dress and high heels: her bare long legs looked particularly yummy.

"We're going shopping," I told her. I ushered her out of the flat and locked the door behind us. We went to my car and proceeded to a shopping center I favor because of its variety.

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Humbling Ch. 02



Note: This is fiction, intended to entertain readers. It has graphic lesbian sex scenes. There's also domination and submission in this story. If you can't legally view this, please don't! Any resemblance between these characters and any person is coincidental.

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It was still before 2000 when we reached the shopping center, so we had over two hours to shop. I was going to use that time to find clothes and underclothes that would make my slave look like a goddess and feel like a complete slut. But there were two last minute reminders to give her before we started hunting. I parked and I turned to my ravishing companion. "Don't speak unless I give you permission, even if someone asks you a question. Follow your mistress's instructions immediately, and you'll do fine."

"Yes, Mistress."

I leaned and captured her lips in a kiss. She responded so vehemently that I pulled back. "You are a wanton pussy-slut, but try not to prove it every time I touch you. Kiss like someone who might get kissed again someday, not like a desparate bitch!"

"Mistress, it's the only way a slave's been allowed to show affection. Shouldn't a slave make the most of it?" Her voice was frustrated but not complaining. On her face were the beginnings of that adorable pout I'd anticipated.

I couldn't let her win and I couldn't compromise, especially not this early. Betraying no hesitance and no desire to let her kiss me any way she wanted with those divine lips, I said sternly, "Doesn't my slave believe her Mistress knows what's best for her?"

"Yes, Mistress," she conceded.

"Good. Don't question me again, or the dress will stay in the car while my slut and I shop. Also, you'll probably want to cum at some point. You are no longer allowed to cum unless I give you permission-no matter what the circumstances."

That put a bit of healthy fear back into her eyes, and more than a little excitement. All she said was, "Yes, Mistress."

I kissed her again and she kissed back softly and sweetly, satisfying my demand for more restraint from her. I had made it clear that I was still in charge, and we'd both gotten some enjoyment from it.

We went first to a clothing boutique that tends to offer fashions that are on the naughty side, intended to be worn by rebellious high school and college girls. My slave was pretty embarrassed just being in the store, looking at the micro-skirts, abbreviated tops, and racy lingerie. "I figured we'd buy the tame, everyday wear first," I told her, holding out a red halter-top-and-short-short set to her.

She took the clothing. "Should I try on these now, Mistress?"

"Yes, and come show me the results. I'll keep looking; I'll have more for you to model shortly." She went toward the change rooms. I found a pretty yellow peasant top that could be adjusted to expose from very little to almost all of her chest, depending on how tightly it was laced. I also spotted a tan micro-skirt that would go well with it. Nice for casual wear, but-ah, there was a shiny black pleather sleeveless top with matching gloves that reached past the elbows. Now I was getting somewhere. There was the perfect counterpoint: tight white linen low-rise pants that flared at the shins. And my slave was returning, excellent! She matched the halter and shorts with her red cheeks. She was displayed quite nicely, and I motioned her to turn in a slow circle. Damn, her ass looked great. It was just barely covered by the shorts. This outfit was a definite winner.

I held out the next two outfits for her. "Now you look much more like the Queen Cheap Slut: very good. Try these next and don't take so long this time. Give me what you're wearing now when you get back, because we're buying them."

"Y-yes, Mistress," she said.

I found a slinky pink silk camisole top and very short faded pink denim skirt, and thought those would work quite well with her skin color. (My slave was not a tanner; she had smooth, pale skin.) I didn't think I'd find too much else in the way of garments for her here, so I moved to the lingerie section. There were a few that seemed almost good enough, but my brunette toy had an amazing pair of Cs on her 86 cm (34") chest, and I was not going to let them be clad in anything but the best. My slave returned, wearing the peasant top and short skirt. "Hold still," I commanded. I pulled the laces slack until the very tops of her aureolas could be seen. I stepped back and watched as she turned her circle. "Not quite as nice as the first, but they'll do. Get into the next outfit now." She marched away and I returned to my search.

I was about to stop looking when I noticed a nice pink mesh bra with little flowers. It would match her skin tone almost exactly. I had to have her try it. She came back in the pink skirt and cami; interesting, she'd put off the black and white ensemble. That must have made her least comfortable and I could use that knowledge! She was obviously a bit embarrassed to be wearing even this. "Face away from me," I told her, "and bend at the waist."

She choked back her protest, but she was shaking with shame and excitement as she bent over for me. The skirt was just barely decent: her butt and her swelling mound somehow remained covered. "Okay, try the last one," I said absently, "and put on this bra under it."

I looked a little bit at some other clothes, but I thought I had found the good stuff in this store. My slave returned, looking emotionally uncomfortable with this outfit; and I admit, it was the sluttiest so far. The long gloves in particular made her look like a T&A sci-fi movie starlet. I took in her ass when she turned. I said, "The pants aren't quite right." I handed her the same pair with a slightly smaller waist. She changed, and I was waiting right outside the dressing room when she was done. 

"Better," I said. Her super thighs and ass didn't look covered so much as painted white, thanks to the pants' tight fit. My slut was turning pink again as I looked her up and down.

"Show me everything," I ordered.

She looked around. There were two or three other customers in the area, and a salesgirl was in this section, so I wasn't surprised at her reaction. (What were the odds they were paying attention to what we were doing? This was a calculated risk.) "People will see-"

"-I didn't say you could speak. Show me the bra."

Glancing around frantically, she pulled up the short black shirt. I'd been right about her skin tone; from more than 10 m away, her breasts must have looked bare. The flimsy mesh didn't hide her scarlet nipples at all. I was salivating! "Looks good," I pronounced coolly, and she yanked down her shirt again.

We took our purchases to the bored-looking cashier. "Did you ladies find what you wanted tonight?" she asked semi-politely while she scanned my credit card.

"I got a few nice things for my slut," I said, slapping my toy's ass loudly. The cashier stared at us open-mouthed; my companion stared at the floor, her hand shaking in mine.

"Um, good," the cashier finally answered.

"No, great. She's going to enjoy peeling them off for me," I told her.

"Well, have a nice night, then," the girl at the counter said hoarsely, almost as embarrassed as my slave.

We left the shop, and I felt the grip on my hand tighten meaningfully. "What is it?" I asked.

"A slave...hopes we're done, Mistress."

"We've barely started!"

"Then, could Mistress please...keep from..."

"...What? Say it, if it's important enough to waste my time."

"A slave isn't used to this, Mistress!" Her eyes pleaded with me to stop.

By now we'd gotten to the car. As I unlocked it, I gave her a grin of pure evil. "We're putting these outfits in the trunk, except the pink skirt and cami, which you will wear starting now."

"...Oh, no!" she whispered.

"I said 'now'," I told her gently.

Her shaking hands took the short denim skirt from the bag and she stepped into it and pulled it up under her dress, as fast as she could. I still caught a flash of her pussy, and it was gleaming with her fluids. She pulled up the dress to her waist and jumped into the passenger side of my car, then whipped the dress over her head and ducked while she fumbled with the camisole. She finally managed to slip into it. She stared at me, obviously wondering why she didn't see horns and a tail. I had looked around briefly while her vision was obscured by the cami, so I wasn't worried about being caught. This would only take 30 seconds, a minute at most. I put my hand on her thigh to keep her from going anywhere and dropped to my knees. "Spread your legs, bitch. You have permission to cum," I said flatly. I drove my tongue into her soaking pussy.

"Oh fuck!" she cooed, her hands running through my hair. I was right. She came fast, and very hard. She tasted so good, too! I was growing very aroused myself, but I have adamant willpower. My time would come. When I stood again, probably less than a minute had elapsed.

"Good job, getting off like a trashy whore in a parking lot. That pleased me, because you stayed true to yourself. But who told you you could touch me?"

"A slave couldn't help it, Mistress; please don't penalize a slave for that!" she begged. "Mistress just gave a slave the most unbelievable-"

"-Lick your juice off my chin."

That seemed pretty degrading for her. I hadn't had this much fun in a long time. Her mouth felt very good as she obediently cleaned her own sex fluids off my face. When I decided she was done, I had more orders for her. "Put the blue dress in the bag with the new clothes. We're going to the next store."

Once her fledgling wardrobe was locked in my trunk, I led my scrumptious toy to the shopping center's better shoe store. (It has two, despite its size.) She smelled faintly like the pussy-juice I hadn't let her wipe off her thighs and labia. I'm sure that was looming very large in her mind. We went directly toward the high-heel section. Predictably, an eager salesgirl approached us. "May I help you?" she asked energetically.

"Very soon, yes," I answered. "We're here for sexy shoes and boots for her."

"Oh, wanting to impress the boyfriend, huh?" she asked my companion.

"No. She's not allowed to talk to you and I'm making all the buying decisions, so this will go a lot faster if you address only me."

The salesgal looked confused. But I'd been scanning the racks since we'd entered the store, and I saw a pair of pink suede pumps with 10 or 11 cm heels. "Do you have those in 39?" I asked. (That's 25.1 cm, or 10".) The puzzled salesgirl regained her courteous manner. She took the box and went to check for the shoes. I gave my slave her next bit of instruction once the girl was out of earshot. "While your mistress is looking for shoes, you look for black boots. They need spike heels no less than 10 cm and they need to reach at least your knees in height."

In a couple of minutes, the saleslady had returned and I had a killer pair of crimson stilettos chosen as the next candidates. "Sit and try on the shoes," I told my slut.

She suddenly remembered her short skirt, lack of panties, and the presence of the helpful salesgirl. Her look was priceless-helplessness and incredulity. She sat with her thighs clamped tightly together and tried to act as natural as possible while the store employee crouched just a few cm from her naked vagina and put the wicked shoes on her feet. My slave managed to avoid discovery; I was impressed. She walked slowly in the heels, feeling relieved to be standing, however temporarily. "How do they feel?"

"Very good...Mistress," she answered, ashamed to call me that in front of the saleslady. The saleslady wasn't exactly comfortable with hearing it, either. "Okay. These are 39s too; try them next." I gave the red stilettos to our helper and watched with interest. The salesgirl was also watching closely-after all, my slut has sensational legs-and it was her job to pay attention to customers.

So closely was she watching that my slave couldn't possibly hide her lack of underwear this time.

Our salesgirl turned bright red, which made my slave respond the same way, of course! Trying to collect herself, the girl turned to me. I gave her the smallest knowing smile. She quickly turned away from me.

It took 10 seconds for her to steel herself enough to start assisting my pretty plaything again.

(I knew she wouldn't say a word. First, my girl's so cute, it's hard to object if she's exposed. Second, this saleslady was earning commission. Customers you kick out don't buy shoes, and they don't come back.)

While my slave walked gracefully in her 13 cm stilettos, I concluded that there weren't any other shoes I wanted from here. I had assigned her to look for boots, and I wanted to see what she'd come up with, so I chose to observe. If she didn't find at least one pair to try, I would look for myself. "Well?" I asked when she came back toward us.

"They fit, Mistress."

"Do 'you' like them?" I asked, implying what I wanted her to say.

"A slave thinks they're too much," she said, her voice a whimper as she forced the words past her lips. I knew she'd never forget this shoe store!

"Unless they're uncomfortable, we're buying them," I said.

"They aren't uncomfortable, Mistress."

Our salesgirl fled to the back of the store, ostensibly to get the box for the shoes. I put my hands on my prize's shoulders. "Breathe slowly. And don't forget the boots."

"Will there be anything else?" the salesgirl asked when she reappeared. She looked determinedly at the carpet in front of me.

"Possibly; my slave's looking at your boots now. You know, there's no need to be embarrassed."

"I've been...flashed before, but this..." she said, not sure how to finish.

"I pretty much made her do it. Am I a depraved bitch?" I asked. "You can tell me honestly."

"...No, ma'am," she replied.

"I'd better try harder then," I said, and I winked.

That shut up the salesgirl.

Presently, the somewhat-calmer brunette returned, carrying a pair of chrome-toed boots that filled my requirements. Wordlessly, she and the salesgirl removed the shoes and slipped on the boots, each pretending that the other didn't exist. Still, the employee knew subconsciously that this was her last chance to look at my slut's pussy and she stole many glimpses, looking away immediately every time. If I'd had the inclination, I might have invited her back with us. No, this was much too soon.

My slave looked resplendent in the boots as she sashayed up and down the aisle. Too bad they clashed with her skirt and top, or I'd have told her to keep wearing them.

We left the store, the silent brown-eyed beauty now sporting her sexy pink heels instead of the pumps she'd worn when we arrived.

I'd been having too much fun. I was worked up, and worse-we only had half an hour left to shop. I decided to go for more bras tonight and work on more outfits, cosmetics, and accessories later.

All our treasures stowed, we entered the lingerie/novelty shop. There was no way my slave had been in here before. I could almost hear her heartbeat. I went for the peek-a-boo models first, and saw two I liked: one ruffled white satin, one soft white leather. They'd provide great support and look outrageously hot. Corsets-oh yeah, they had a nice selection. I found a padded royal blue PVC corset that would support her breasts but leave them comletely exposed. Definitely a contender! I also considered a white cotton corset that would provide support without coverage and had built-in garter-straps...if I could find nice stockings for my slave, that look could be irresistible.

To my surprise, my brunette bitch took the initiative and looked at the traditional bras while I was busy, picking out three and bringing them to me. She'd picked quality merchandise, too. I dismissed the black cotton number she'd chosen out-of-hand: it wasn't revealing enough. But the sheer white shelf bra had real possibilities and-despite its color-she'd also brought a maroon satin bra that could be really cute. "Start trying on these," I said, handing the white and the maroon back to her as well as the corsets and peek-a-boos I'd selected.

There were no changing rooms in the store, just a folding screen one could step behind. She left to do her task while I looked at the last type of bras I'd browse tonight: cupless. Like the corsets, they offered support only. I chose one that was hot pink with black lace, one that was pale pink, and one that was black with white faux-fur trim.

My slave came back as I was taking my last choice off the rack. This time I was going to make it a bit easier for her; I led her back behind the screen. "We're running short on time, or I'd have you show me in the middle of the store," I said. "Hurry. I'll give the 'yea' or 'nay' after each and you get into the next one."

The blue corset didn't fit quite right, and the maroon satin bra wasn't quite sexy enough, but all the others were lust-inspiring to say the least. We left with our purchases a minute before 2200.

"You did pretty well, all things considered," I told the fine woman in my passenger seat.

"Thank you, Mistress. A slave tried to please Mistress."

She was definitely fishing for my ruling on whether her behavior was good enough to be rewarded. I let her dangle. "You didn't say I spent too much. Am I to assume you can afford your percentage comfortably?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"And if we continue shopping tomorrow?"

"A slave wouldn't object to a few modest purchases, Mistress."

"They won't be 'modest!' But they will be inexpensive. I kept our purchases inexpensive today as well. As for your performance, I'm inclined to think you haven't 'dressed sexy' in years."

"Only eight months, Mistress. But a slave never wore anything like what a slave's wearing now."

"Your mistress is very pleased with how you look in that ensemble. My slave has to admit she looks fetching in it."

"They look better on a slave than a slave expected, Mistress."

"Your Mistress knows what's best; this is just more proof."

We had pulled up to a red traffic light, and she noticed we weren't in the turn lane. "Mistress, slave quarters are to the left," she said.

"We're going to my house, not my slut's flat. We're going to live there this weekend."

She looked deliriously happy at that. "Thank you, Mistress!" she said, looking like a kid who'd been told Christmas would last a month this year.

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Humbling Ch. 03



Note: This is fiction, intended to entertain readers. It has graphic lesbian sex scenes. There's also domination and submission in this story. If you can't legally view this, please don't! Any resemblance between these characters and any person is coincidental.

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It was another 25 minutes, even with the light traffic, before we arrived at my two-level, four-bedroom house. I showed my slut which door went to my room and I showed her "her" room in considerable detail. Her face fell somewhat at that; she'd assumed we'd be in the same room. Still, she appreciated her own space and got started filling the large closet. While she was working, I asked, "Would my slave like some Chinese food?"

"Yes, Mistress, a slave is a little hungry."

"Come to the kitchen when you're finished here; I'm going to order from my favorite Chinese restaurant. What would my slave like?"

"Kung pao chicken and diet cola, Mistress."

"Noted." She was getting wine tonight, but I would come through with the kung pao. I had a feeling she wouldn't mind the substituted beverage.

I placed the order. Footsteps on the stairs meant I was about to be joined. I stood near the foot of the staircase, watching her. "I have some information and a rule or two. Change into the pink cupless bra while you listen--and only that bra."

She blushed hard and started taking off her skirt. She went upstairs and came back in just the new bra and a gorgeous scarlet blush. Good, it was important to remind her of her situation: I hadn't humiliated her in almost 40 minutes. "I am your mistress but I am also your hostess," I began, motioning her to sit in my leather recliner. "What's mine is yours, essentially. But don't enter my room without explicit instructions. Do not bathe or shower without telling me; I will usually join you. I like a clean slave, and I can cleanse you very well indeed. Do not try to get into my good graces by doing favors or such. I will tell you what I want done. Don't answer my door or phone unless I order you to do so. I'll tell if I think of any other rules or if there are any changes; those are all for now. Are your instructions clear?"

"Crystal, Mistress."

"Okay. I'm going to show you more of the house once we've eaten. Right now, I'm going to see how well you move." I put on "The "Blue Danube Waltz." I held out my hand. She took it. We started dancing: I, fully clothed, she, practically naked. She was a competent dancer. The doorbell rang while we were still dancing, and she and I stopped and looked at each other.

"Answer it; here's the money," I said.

"Mistress!"

"Why do you insist on talking instead of doing?"

She was trembling, and exposed as she was, it was very easy to smell her awakening arousal. Her nipples hardened impressively; they had to be at least 3 cm long and looked a shade darker than usual. She opened the door and hid behind it, just poking her head around it to look at the delivery guy. I had to hand it to her; she played it pretty cool and when she had paid and gotten the food, she didn't slam the door in panic.

"Well performed. Take that stuff to the table and let's eat." She did as she was told and I poured the wine for us. We had a cozy late supper, listening to a performance of the opera "Carmen."

We finished and stared at each other. "How do you feel?" I asked.

"Mistress, a slave feels...alive!"

"Excellent. This has taken a lot of courage, and I appreciate that. I want you to feel safe and appreciated.

"I also want you to stay sane. We're going to step out of 'Mistress' and 'a slave' for a few minutes and talk just as Aurora and Hei Sook, starting now." (This is another place where I differ from most self-proclaimed dominatrixes; I am confident enough in my command abilities to let my sub or subs see that I will look after their welfare and their emotional health. I know they won't mistake it for having a "soft spot.")

"Hei Sook? What a pretty name!"

"Thank you, Aurora's really cool too. I have to ask you if you have any medical conditions I should know about."

"Just an allergy to bee stings," she said. "I've been healthy all my life. You?"

"Nothing at all," I told her. "Except for an obsession with beautiful, submissive women. I'd also like to tell you a few things about myself. I'm a musician; I read a lot of poetry; and I haven't been in a romantic relationship for 18 months."

"It's been nearly three years for me. You were dead on--I just never could get the spark to grow into a flame. I sell dresses, but I dream of designing them. I read a lot of different stuff.

"And you know my name." Her statement was really more like a question.

"I read your diploma, hon. Impressive, graduating summe cum laude.

"What's more, you have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen; I love the sound of your voice; and you smell and taste glorious," I said. She glowed. "You're so sweet! I love your voice, too, it's so sexy. Tell me a little bit more--maybe about your family, if it's not too personal?"

"They kind of kicked me out and I kind of left when I was 18. My dad is very conservative, and he was mad when my girlfriend accidentally revealed the nature of our relationship. No brothers or sisters. How about you?"

"My dad died about six years ago, I guess, of emphysema. My mom and my aunt live in Utah, and my brother lives in Brussels, Belgium. I don't see any of them very often. That's no big deal; we always gave each other lots of space.

"I'm really curious, Hei Sook; what instrument do you play?"

"Half a dozen, but my specialty is the viola," I replied.

"Would you play for me?"

"I will, later. I'd like to indulge you, but there's other stuff that should be done first.

"For instance, let me tell you something really important. I meant what I said earlier, I want you--and me with you, naturally--to have a fantastic sex life from this day forward. And although I may deserve bat wings and a pitchfork, I will never purposely hurt you. I will not put you in a position where you could be hurt. I will keep a close eye on my friends around you, and I'll make it clear that they are not to abuse you. If I ever go too far myself, just say, 'Past the line, Hei Sook,' and I'll stop what I'm doing.

"As far as what I have been doing goes...it's been fairly effective, has it not?"

"'Fairly?' It's a good thing you didn't allow me to wear panties; I would have had to change them every five minutes. I've hated it, but I've loved every instant! I've been at or near orgasm since you touched me in the music store. I can't believe how good you are!

"And now I'm seeing this side of you," she continued. "You're kind and thoughtful and an artist and a goddess of sexual pleasure: ...I think I love you."

"Aurora," I said gently, "you've told other women that, only to realize a month or two later you didn't really. Give us some time, please. I don't think you're lying; it's just that you're a passionate person, and you hardly know me yet."

"I know what I need to; I know that you're fucking amazing!"

"Thanks, you're amazing too, lover. You have such fire. I think I could fall in love with you."

Her eyes lit with joy. "You'll give me a chance, then?"

"Don't you ever doubt it."

"I keep thinking this can't be real! How did you know I'd be receptive to your advances? How did you discover that you like to dominate like this? How did you get so good at it?"

"I can't tell you that yet. So...ready to continue being my slut?"

"Yes, Mistress!"

I smiled lewdly. "Follow me to the playroom, and bring that juicy cunt and those exquisite tits, slave."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Don't think that because we've talked, things have changed. This is not a game. I still know what's best for you. I still own you. Your body is my toy. You will degrade yourself any time and in any fashion I tell you to do so.

"Take a look around, slut; you'll be in this room more than once."

Her eyes grew wide. There were mirrors, cushions, and pillows everywhere. There were a few restraining devices here and there, more for decoration than for use. (My slave didn't know that, of course.) There was a costume rack too; I think every playroom needs one. A shelf displayed a few dildos and vibrators of greatly varying shapes and sizes. There were hundreds of candles, and bottles of lubricants and massage oils. I had a mini-fridge in one corner (she likely didn't know what it was, but there was a breast-pump on top of the fridge,) and a computer with camera, mic, speakers, and 44-cm flat monitor in the opposite corner. "Put on a cheerleading uniform and start familiarizing yourself with my vibrators and dildos. I won't be a minute." (I know the cheerleader get-up sounds trite, but try it! It's quite effective when you or your partner is wearing it.)

While my slave carried out my instructions, I looked at my computer. Good,  was online. I contacted her and told her to get ready for what I guessed was 55 kg (121 lbs) worth of seductive surprise.

"I'm going to introduce you to one of my friends, so get over here," I said in the direction of my slave. To my e-friend, I said, "This is my new toy. When she heard I was going to contact you, she immediately asked if she could spread her cheeks and show you her tight little rectum. Right, slave?"

"Yes, Mistress," Aurora managed to reply. She stood next to me, turned around, bent over, and did as I'd indirectly commanded.

"Ooh, how precious! What a cute pink anus. What's your name, cherie?" Maman asked.

"Address her as 'Miss Maman'," I interjected.

"A slave has no name, Miss Maman," my slut replied.

My slave was doubtless horny as hell already. Maman said, "You're so lucky, having a toy like that."

"Easy for you to say. She's misbehaved a few times today. We were just shopping, and she practically thrust her pussy in our poor salesgirl's face. She's climaxed in public twice in the five hours I've known her, without a hint of remorse. Anything turns her on! Now she's introducing herself to you ass-first! Well, that's the last straw. She needs a spanking."

Maman and Aurora both held their breath in anticipation. "Take off your jersey. Now, over my knee, slut," I commanded softly. Her proud breasts looked so firm and full, it was hard to keep myself from touching them.

Chaudmaman breathed, "She's perfect," her voice awestruck.

"Count the strokes," I told the brunette on my lap. I lifted the back of her skirt. I put my left arm around her waist, positioning my hand deliberately, resting my fingers just above her clitoris. Whack!

"One, Mistress," Aurora panted.

Of course, every time I smacked her ass, her pussy got indirect stimulation from my other hand. "Six, Mistress! Oh! Seven, M-Mistress!"

"This is too hot!" Maman said. She'd pulled down her jeans and panties and was frigging herself roughly. She's Quebecois, with short blonde hair and a body so lean and strong it's hard to believe she's 38. Watching her get off while spanking my super-hot slave's backside was enough to get my juices flowing, to put it mildly.

"Ten, Mistress!"

"Lose the skirt, bitch, and show Maman how your ass looks now."

It was gorgeous. Cherry red, quivering, her juice making her protruding lips gleam in the soft light. I had used much more friction than force: the spanking sounded loud and made her skin red-hot, but had caused almost no pain. Maman truly appreciated my slave's considerable charms. "Thank you, Sooki; you've renewed my interest in finding and training another sub myself. I envy you a little; she's adorable, even if she is a perverted little cunt."

"She wanted to show you a few other things: give you a lingerie fashion show, have me tie her up, and so on, but I told her she would have to wait until Marianne was around so she could watch with you. As it is, it's getting pretty late."

"Good call: Marianne adores big-titted sluts; she'll love your slave! I'll try to have her around next time. By the way, I recorded the excellent performance she just gave us; I'll edit it and send it as an attachment, so you and she can watch it together, or with more friends, whenever the fancy strikes you. She really has got that slutty cheerleader act down, and those tits just won't quit! Bonsoir, you two sexy bitches."

"Good night, Maman."

"Good night, Miss Maman."

I severed my connection. "Yes?" I said, turning to face my sub.

"Mistress, a slave won't...really have to do that, right?"

"Oh yes. What's better than an audience? A big audience! Of course, you'll be performing a bit more than you did tonight. I can smell your pretty whore cunt overflowing just thinking about it.

"And I suppose we'd better do something about that." I turned her away from me. I fondled her swollen breasts with one hand and slipped two fingers into her tight, soaking pussy.

"Oh, fuck!" A massive tremor passed through her; she bent at the waist and at the knees; she put her hands on her knees to keep from falling. I noted again how responsive she was, and how much I loved that. My long, talented fingers located her G-spot and massaged it with a little pressure and a lot of speed.

"Ah! Oh--damn! Ah!" In spite of her posture, she did fall as an incredible orgasm ripped through her. Lucky for her there were cushions all over the place.

She looked so blissful. Her eyes had that post-climactic glaze. I took a little pity on her and didn't start playing with her clit. Instead, I got the breast-pump, hooked it up, and powered it on.

"Oh! Mistress, what is this?" she cried, the suction pulling her out of her stupor.

"You're a healthy adult woman. You might be able to produce milk by getting regular sucking stimuli; and this breast-pump will help achieve that."

"It hurts--and it feels good...but--"

"--Trust your mistress, slave. Also, did I tell you you could cum?"

She looked at the floor again. "A slave couldn't help it, Mistress," she mumbled.

"'Couldn't help it?' You need more discipline, that's obvious. I am your mistress and you will mind me. You'd better find some way to keep your slutty nature in check until I say you can cum."

"A slave understands, Mistress."

"Not yet, you don't. But don't worry; you will."

"A slave is very...sorry, Mis-tress. Mistress...a slave's...n-nipples!"

"Incredible, isn't it?" I asked. I turned off the pump and playfully pushed her until she was lying on her back. I licked one nipple, then the other, getting a groan both times. "Can't let a machine have all the fun," I said. I'd been wanting to suck those gorgeous breasts and hard, giant nipples. They were quite as good as I'd hoped they would be, and Aurora squirmed and writhed, clearly enjoying herself.

Once I'd had my fill of her chest, I stood again. "We're going to take quick showers and go to bed. It's going to be a long day tomorrow and we're already tired."

"Yes, Mistress," my slave answered, rising--half in a daze--from the cushions.

"Tonight will be an exception. You will shower alone. Go."

After about ten minutes, I was done. I stuck my head into the other bathroom. "Be done and dry in two minutes and report to my bedroom, cunt."

"Yes, Mistress."

I went to my bedroom, chuckling. She would definitely not be expecting the shower experience she was going to have tomorrow. I sat on my bed. I was more tired than I'd thought.

Wrapped in one of my huge, fluffy towels, my slave arrived. "What's with the towel? Go hang it in your bathroom and come back."

When she reappeared, she was naked. "That's better. Get into bed, like a good girl."

She displayed jumbled emotions when she heard the command: happiness, but also disappointment. "A slave is honored to sleep with her mistress--please, is a slave allowed to lick her mistress's pussy now?"

"You came without permission; I'm not going to reward that. Get some sleep."

She must have been even more tired than I was. Before I fell asleep, I already heard her deep, even breathing. I hugged her warm, soft body a little tighter and then I, too, was peacefully slumbering. My dreams featured a curvaceous cave-dwelling woman captured by a tribe of wily amazons and forced to endure shackling, tattoos of slavery, sexual servitude, and treatment as an animal.

I woke while it was dark. My clock said 0108. I was roasting. No wonder, I was wrapped around Aurora, and I hadn't remembered how hot it got in my bed with someone else in it.

Sweat--I was actually sweating! Yet, my slave looked completely comfortable. The difference had to be my nightie, then. That made sense; it was silk and it didn't breathe very well. I could take it off, but I would have to make sure I was up before my bedmate if I did; I didn't want to let her see me naked: not while I was asserting my psychological dominance.

I tended to wake before my alarm; my internal clock worked that way most of the time. Could I trust it to wake me? What choice was there? I couldn't sleep while I was so bloody hot.

I pulled back a bit from my lovely slave. I quickly doffed the negligee and let it fly into the darkness. I considered my panties; nah, I'd keep them on, they wouldn't make any real difference.

I lay next to my companion. She was older than I was, but her inexperience made her comparatively naive (or dare I use the word innocent?) She's taller than I am, and she'd been wearing much higher heels than I had. She looked almost small now, delicate...maybe even vulnerable. She seemed content beside me. Having this power over her was a huge responsibility. I had given her more than one escape route, true; but who doesn't hesitate before pulling an alarm? And since she really believed she loved me, it would be hard for her to say no to my whims even when she ought to. I wouldn't purposely put her in such a position, but different people have different things they can't tolerate....

"I'll be careful with you," I whispered. "I care about you."

She shifted a little and made a cute, indistinct sound. I drifted back to sleep.

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Humbling Ch. 04



Note: This is fiction, intended to entertain readers. It has graphic lesbian sex scenes. There's also domination and submission in this story. If you can't legally view this, please don't! Any resemblance between these characters and any person is coincidental.

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My body and mind were just as disciplined as I'd thought. I woke and my clock said 0844; my slave was sleeping. She stirred when I got out of bed, so I put on my mint-green robe and watched her awaken. She stretched her fantastic body slowly and thoroughly, with a sexiness only unawareness can grant. She realized that this wasn't her apartment and remembered where she was, with whom, on what terms. She smiled placidly, and rose, her elegant, sleek body getting used to the cool of the room. She noticed me watching her and her smile became shy.

"Good morning," I said, approaching her and draping a white robe around her shoulders.

"Good morning, Mistess," she replied, a yawn at the end drawing out my title cutely.

"We're going to make breakfast. Put on a bra and come with me."

"Yes, Mistress." She did as I ordered and followed me to the kitchen.

She looked very nice in bra, apron, and short white robe while she prepared the bagels and tea and I made omelettes. My mint-green robe reaches to my lower thighs and I'd left it only loosely belted. It had the desired effect; she kept sneaking glances at my body and trying to get a glimpse of my breasts. I was happy that she had so much interest in my body, even though it was nowhere near as spectacular as hers. We didn't take long to make the morning meal. Once we started eating, I ran my bare foot along my slave's legs, enjoying her slight but noticeable trembling.

"Today, Mistress will instruct her slave," I said. "Once breakfast is finished and the dishes are washed, Mistress will teach her slave how to shower."

She was blushing faintly, but she answered, "Thank you, Mistress."

"How did you sleep?"

"A slave slept better than a slave has in years, Mistress."

"That's good."

"May a slave ask how Mistress slept?"

"Not now, no. I don't tend to allow any questions about myself by a mere slave."

She looked dejected-there was a hint of that pout again. "A slave is sorry about prying, Mistress," she said quietly. She was torn between hurt feelings at my refusal and my command to obey and accept whatever I told her.

"No need to be sorry about that. And now it's time for you to talk. Tell me about your first real crush: the one who convinced you were only interested in girls. The one who made you understand your desire to have a female lover."

"A slave was in 11th grade, Mistress. A slave had a teacher named Ms. Swimming-Otter. She taught economics. She was harsh but fair-"

"-Get to the attraction. What was so hot about her?"

"Ms. Swimming-Otter had lustrous long black hair, usually with beads in it. A slave loved to come to her desk to ask questions, because she smelled so good-like sage and other spices. She treated the class with impatience, but a slave learned very well from her, Mistress."

"And fantasized about her."

"Yes, Mistress," she admitted.

"Go on."

"A slave imagined Ms. Swimming-Otter bending a slave over the desk and slowly pushing her laser pointer into a slave's pussy...letting a slave suck her large, high-set breasts and her sweet, creamy clitoris. A slave frigged many times thinking of that, Mistress."

"She never showed any interest in you?"

"No, a slave was disappointed, Mistress. A lot of students said she was just mean."

My bitch-in-training probably wondered why I was smiling so widely. She'd dealt me all trump, not that she knew it. I was worried that she would have mentioned a student or some stranger she had never actually met. But not only was the first real crush an instructor at her high school (the name of which I knew, thanks to the diplomas displayed at her flat,) my slave had also told me her field and that she had a Native American name. Finding this teacher would be one of the easiest things I'd ever done! And from the way my slave had described her, I thought we would find a lot to talk about.

"Well, that's enough for now. We're going to do the dishes, then shower."

In ten minutes, we were in the largest bathroom, the one on the ground floor. "Slave, we can do this one of two ways. I can put on a bathing suit and wash you. Or you can promise me that you will not look at me or touch me. Then I can get naked and wash you, which will feel much better."

"A slave promises, Mistress!"

I was more surprised that I hadn't won the lottery than I was with her choice. "If my slave breaks her word, Mistress will not be able to trust her anymore."

"Yes, Mistress," she replied soberly. She took off her bra and stepped into the huge tub, moving to the shower end immediately.

"Face the shower and do not look back until your mistress gives you permission." She did. I turned on the room's heat lamp system so neither of us would get chilled even if we left the flow of water for a few minutes. I shed my robe and panties and stepped into the tub, getting right behind her. "Turn on the water."

She flinched a little when the water first struck her and adjusted the temperature. When I could tell she was satisfied with it, I began the lesson. "Put your hands on those rails, close your eyes, bow your head a bit, and stand still." She complied. I got the shampoo and massaged it into her hair and scalp.

"This smells like the shampoo a slave normally uses, Mistress," Aurora said.

"I've been to your flat; I noted what was in the bathroom," I reminded her.

I rinsed and conditioned and rinsed her hair. Now the fun would begin. Pouring a nice large glob of papaya body-wash, I started working on my slave's neck, moving slowly down her back and sides, not missing a single mm of her gorgeous, increasingly sensitive skin. I reached her lower buttocks soon. "Spread your legs a bit and bend forward slightly," I ordered.

I rested most of the weight of my body on hers for a moment and slowly slid lower, keeping my chest and arms in contact with her body as much as possible. She shivered: one powerful tremor. My nipples grew hard as I dragged them along her slippery back. Then I was squatting behind her, gazing at her lovely hindquarters. My slick fingers washed her bum, getting closer and closer to her anus. She was breathing heavily. She inhaled sharply as my index finger pressed against the rosebud and began to wiggle its way inside. My fingers were coated with the body wash, so penetration was easy despite the tightness of her muscular backside. She was purposely relaxing, allowing me to add my middle finger with almost as much ease. She didn't seem like she felt any pain when I inserted, either. "Washing this pretty hole is important," I told my slave. "You will occasionally have enemas too, but in the shower, you must always pay attention to it. There will be a lot more entering through this opening than you're used to."

"As Mistress wishes," she purred.

After I'd thoroughly washed and rinsed her back door, I lathered my hands with the body wash again and worked gently on all the external parts of her pussy, including her slightly protruding inner lips. "As for douching, it should rarely be necessary. I will let you know if I ever want you to do it."

"Yes, Mistress," she answered, her voice fainter. Even with the water and the scented body wash, shampoo, and conditioner, her special lubricant's scent was strong enough to be noticeable.

"Damn, slut! When you get wet, you really get wet!"

"A slave is b-being...skillfully manipulated, Mistress," she panted.

"Excuses, excuses," I snickered. "Try not to be so randy."

"Mistress, a slave...is going to...f-fall!" she desperately stated.

"No, she is not, because I told her to hold the handles and not move. She will not cum, either."

"Mistress!"

Her pleading voice was such a turn-on! I stroked her cruelly, taking her to the edge, letting her retreat just a bit, then taking her right back. Her knuckles were white. Despite the generous stream of cool water, she had begun to sweat.

I honestly did want her clean, so I decided to tone down my stimulation, once she'd gotten the message I was sending. "You'd better think of something. You know you're close to orgasm."

She did understand, just then. "Mistress...may a s-slave...cum?

"Use the magic word," I teased, pushing two fingers into her and slowly fucking.

"Please, M-mistress," she whimpered. "Please...a slave...begs to cum."

"Sure."

"Oh! Thank you...Mistress! Ah!" she mumbled. Her cunt contracted hard, pumping my fingers farther into her and letting more juice drip out of her. She really was a wonderful experience: her sound and smell and look and her raw desire-so powerful I felt I could reach out and grab it-combined to make her a goddess of ecstasy, for those long seconds of her sexual bliss.

As she gasped and panted, I had to remind her: "You're supposed to be getting clean, not sweating and squirting pussy juice all over us. Now you have to calm down, cool down, and be ready for me to start again in two minutes. Stand still."

I turned down the water temperature significantly. "Ah!" she shrieked.

"We've got to get you to stop sweating," I explained. "I didn't think washing you would be so difficult. I haven't even started on the front of your slutty body."

She'd been somewhat embarrassed, but this latest statement turned her ears red.

There was a lot to do today, so I washed her fairly gently but as non-seductively as I could after she'd recovered from her climax. I kept speaking to her the whole time, telling her to keep her eyes closed when I washed the front of her body, reminding her that she needed to pay attention to her toes, and so on. Of course, I teased her about the mole on her ass as well. The shower probably took more than half an hour, but I knew it wouldn't take as long next time, now that she'd been instructed.

After the shower, I sent her to her room, telling her to wear either the red short-set or the black-and-white outfit, reminding her that the gloves were part of that one. Meanwhile, I got dressed and looked through my voluminous closet. I found a couple of dresses, one blouse, and two skirts that I thought had a good chance of fitting her (they'd be tight and short, of course; she was bigger than I was.)

She came down the stairs in the red halter and shorts, with the red heels on her well-formed feet. Her legs looked so long and strong. I'd chosen this outfit well; it looked better on her now than it had at the store, and it had looked damn good there.

"Your make-up isn't quite how I want it, but we'll deal with that later. For now, we're getting in my car and heading toward the suburbs."

We had just gotten onto the freeway when her cell rang. "Oh, hey! What's up?" she said to whoever was making the call. Yes, I'd figured she would have a mobile phone. The fact that it hadn't rung in my presence until now meant that not a lot of people had her number. I could question her about it right now, but I wanted her to know subconsciously that my control over her stemmed from her desire to be controlled, not my insecurity.

I could tell she understood. Once she finished talking, she gave me a huge smile and her eyes showed her gratitude. "That was Yelena, Mistress," she said, "one of a slave's best friends."

"It's nice to get calls from friends," I answered. "Is she anything else to you?"

"No, Mistress."

"But...?"

"Mistress, a slave had one or two fantasies about Yelena, but only before her marriage. Yelena has been married for eight years, happily."

"Oh, well. Who else is on your contact list?"

She scrolled while I drove. Her list was short, just as mine was. "Chris Newman, my boss, Mistress. Melanie Kaufman, a friend from school-"

"-Tell me more about her," I prompted.

There's no need to recount her list of phone numbers: I'm sure it's obvious what I was after. She knew also and she didn't bother trying to keep the information from me, knowing I'd get it anyway.

"Meritt Valencia, another friend, Mistress. Meritt is divorced and now single, despite being kind, attractive, and fun. A slave was always too worried that asking might damage the friendship, but Meritt might be in the closet."

"You know what I'm going to ask next."

She squirmed a little. "A slave has had the occasional fantasy about Meritt, Mistress."

"Tell me about her."

"Meritt is a year older than a slave, tall, quiet, a realtor. Meritt was married just out of high school, but the marriage lasted only four months. Meritt has grey eyes and very long hair, so dark it's almost black."

"She sounds interesting," I said. My voice must have sounded suggestive; I saw my slave shiver when I made the statement.

We went to a large book store that had new and used merchandise. I smiled at Aurora. "I want to see how you think. Go ahead and look around as if you were by yourself; pretend I'm not with you."

She'd been pretty comfortable in the car, but she was freshly discomfited by the idea of wearing the red top and shorts all day, like she was used to it. Yesterday it had been pretty late when I'd gotten her into the pink outfit and we'd gone to my house shortly after she'd put it on. This was another situation altogether. She blushed. She looked sexy as hell climbing out of my car. Those shoes and shorts made her legs look like ten km of paradise.

Aurora looked at sewing, knitting, and related magazines first. I'd never given them more than a glance, but it made sense that she'd be interested. She seemed to do as I'd asked; she was acting (almost) like she'd forgotten I was watching her. She hadn't forgotten other people were watching though-and they were watching, men in particular. I was annoyed but I couldn't really blame them. Aurora did her best to ignore the attention she was attracting.

She looked at paperback mysteries, then at some astrology and natural magic books. We had the mystery interest in common. She looked at a few scores, most of them from Beethoven, Chopin, and Vivaldi. That didn't surprise me at all; we'd met looking at music.

But abruptly, I did wonder about it. She'd never mentioned playing an instrument.

She went back to the magazines and picked one to buy. In a few minutes, we were leaving the store.

"Do you play an instrument?" I asked, pulling out of the parking lot.

"No, Mistress."

"But you look at scores."

"A slave knows how to read them, and a slave sings...very occasionally, Mistress."

"You've got to sing for me when we get back to my house. In the meantime, I've thought of another thing. How much time do you spend designing and making clothes?"

"It's a slave's main hobby, Mistress. About 20 hours per week?"

"You must miss it. Would you like to go back to your flat this afternoon?"

"Mistress, not everything a slave makes requires sewing. Just getting a few supplies for a knitting project would be enough."

"And you would make your garment while I'd work on my music at my house. That's a good plan, right?"

"Yes, Mistress."

I took the off-ramp that would give us access to her flat, but surprised her by turning early. She didn't say anything; this time she realized I wasn't lost. We went to a large shopping center. It had a very good perfume shop, in fact, the best in the city. My slut was curious but didn't ask questions.

When we got to the shop, she looked a little overwhelmed. "We're going to find one or two frangrances that smell especially good on you. I like what you have, but Liza is a perfume expert, and she'll pick things that work with your unique chemistry to smell absolutely divine on you. When she talks with you, call her Mrs. Santana."

"Yes, Mistress."

Liza was the manager and co-owner. She and I had known each other for ten years. Once she was done assisting the customer she was with when we'd entered, she came to me. "I haven't seen you in so long, Sooki! I was afraid you'd decided we weren't good enough anymore."

"Of course not," I said, smiling at her. "You're the best! You've taken such good care of me, I haven't needed any new fragrances for a while."

"I need to sell you smaller quantities then," she joked. She turned to Aurora. "I've only met two or three people with noses as sensitive as Hei Sook's. I don't know why she bothers to ask my opinion. And you're here, presumably, to get a pleasing perfume."

"Yes, Mrs. Santana."

"Please call me Liza, dear."

Aurora looked at me. Her cheeks and ears reddened. "Would it be bad if-that is-"

"-Oh!" Liza gasped, and she wheeled to face me. "Do you own this young lady? Well, you know I don't approve of that, but I'm not going to change your mind and vice versa. But you know..." she looked closely at Aurora, "...maybe you could at that. She's quite a beautiful woman."

"Yes, and she's learning obedience," I said, enjoying my slave's embarrassment. "Let's find something for her to wear, shall we?"

"Yes, of course. Come this way, dear," Liza said, gently taking my slave's elbow and leading her toward the back of the store.

Once we were in the manager's office, Liza started picking out vials and swabs. "She's wearing Coco now, but it's not quite right on her," the perfumier said absently.

"It's not too far off, though," I said. "Strip, slave, except bra and shoes."

Pink as a flamingo, she did as instructed. Liza dropped a box of cosmetic sponges. "Hei Sook! Isn't that going too far!" she asked.

"Ask her," I said carelessly. "I think, with her natural scent, there needs to be at least a little lavender in the fragrance she'll wear, don't you?"

"She's going too far, isn't she?" Liza asked Aurora.

"Mrs. Santana...Mistress does what's best for a slave."

Liza didn't ask many more questions, probably to spare my slut further humiliation. (She's the opposite of me, so considerate!) As for the natural scent, it became an interesting problem. Aurora was quite turned on by this situation and her sex fluids made it difficult to tell what perfumes smelled the best for her. One solution to this problem was for me to wipe her, but that was very counter-productive, as I soon learned. By the third time, my slut's scent was stronger than ever, and she was trembling with her need for release. I winked at Liza, who blushed, but nodded her assent.

"We're not going to be able to do this if you don't stop secreting, cunt," I said calmly. "You need more discipline, but now's not the time. Cum, you have permission."

Her mouth hung open. If possible, she grew even redder-and wetter.

I wiped her, slowly and lovingly.

The brain is the main erogenous organ-and she proved it again! Her knees gave and she fell against me, gasping and shaking while a titanic climax walloped her. Her hips thrust against my fingers exquisitely, and her wonderful ass smacked against my hand, giving her a little unintended anal stimulation. Her whole body was involved in this orgasm, just that fast.

"Wow. You may indeed change my mind," Liza whispered. "So responsive and so helpless..."

She's a professional, so Liza quickly recovered. Within 15 minutes, we'd chosen two great fragrances for my mortified slave. I helped her get dressed and we left the store, satisfied at different levels.

"At least you waited for permission," I said as we walked through the shopping center.

"Mistress, thank you. But a slave will die of humiliation if-"

"-Don't blame me; you're the one who loves it! Do you feel like lunch?"

"Something light, Mistress?"

"Okay. Once we're done, we have one more stop to make."

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Humbling Ch. 05



Note: This is fiction, intended to entertain readers. It has graphic lesbian sex scenes. There's also domination and submission in this story. If you can't legally view this, please don't! Any resemblance between these characters and any person is coincidental.

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Sitting in one of the shopping center's bar-and-grill-type restaurants, I saw my companion's coloring returning to normal. She still had a faint odor of sex about her, but I'd done well cleaning her after her monumental orgasm; the average passerby wouldn't have suspected what had happened so recently in the perfumier's shop.

Or would one suspect? She did have a wide, inexplicable grin.

I let my shoes drop from my feet and ran my left foot up the inside of her right leg. I removed it. A second later, I ran my right foot up the inside of her left leg, at the same slow speed, stopping at the same height, just a few cm from her crotch. She was fun to watch: torn between enjoying my massage and worrying that someone would notice what was happening.

I stopped, glad to see both relief and disappointment on her face. I wanted to give her time to think about things other than sex, so she would be freshly surprised when I implemented my next tactic. "The new fragrances suit you quite well, so make sure you wear one or the other on days you and I will be together," I commanded.

"Mistress, won't a slave see you every day from this point?"

I had to be careful. I was quite correct about Aurora's nature; she was getting attached very fast. I had to be gentle, but I had to make sure she didn't associate me with her failed relationships in any way, and that meant I would have to mix just the right amount of harshness into my reply. "Clingy much?" I asked with a laugh. "I know you'd like to see me every day, but this is life. Things don't always go our way. You've got your job, I've got mine; you've got your friends, your amusements, I've got mine."

Had I been too abrasive with that answer? Time would tell, but she looked discouraged. Better that than uninterested, I thought. Besides, I figured I could get her mind off this track pretty easily. "As long as we're here, is there anything you want to pick up?" I asked. "No sense making two trips if we don't have to."

"A slave could probably use...more bathroom articles...that's all a slave can think of now, Mistress."

She hadn't struck me as the make-a-list type, so I figured she'd probably remember more things later. "Articles you normally buy where?"

"Pretty much anywhere-Valu-mart, for example, Mistress," she told me.

"Then there's no point paying mall prices for the stuff. We're going to grab those items and drop them off at your place. Let's go."

We got the stuff she wanted: toothpaste, cotton swabs, and so on. Then I changed the plan a little. "I just remembered my running shoes are getting worn out; might as well buy a pair while we're here."

"Mistress runs?"

"Sometimes. Swimming and sex are better full-body workouts and lower impact...most of the time. But when I feel like running, I run."

We went to the shoe department. I found my favorite type of athletic shoes and sat on one of those odd shoe-department stools. I took off my right shoe. "Put down your basket and help me out," I commanded.

She knelt at my feet. She was only a little suspicious that I might have something more than trying on shoes in mind.

"Hold my foot, slave." She gently did as she was told. "Any thoughts?"

"Your feet are cute, Mistress," she said warily, now definitely suspicious.

"I paid attention to your toes in the shower, and to mine. If they're not clean, who'll suck them? Well, mine are clean, but they're a bit tired. They'd feel a lot better if you'd put them in your mouth, one at a time."

We were alone in this aisle at this moment, but that was sure to change; people were shopping. "Mistress, please don't ask a slave to this here!" she hissed.

"Oh? I thought it would be a good chance for my slut to show me her technique."

"Mistress, it is, but-"

"-You know you're going to do it. Stop stalling."

Oh, her hot mouth felt great! She was only hesitant for a second; then she got into it. (She definitely thought that I'd let her suck my pussy sooner if she did a good job. Nothing like a little implied incentive! I have always been kind of a pushover when a woman worships my feet well, so maybe she was right.) She put my big toe in her mouth and slowly rotated her tongue around it, then stroked it on all sides. She took her time.

I heard a gasp as a customer, a middle-aged, tallish woman, wandered into our aisle and saw us. My slave shuddered involuntarily, but she kept her attention where it belonged, on my toe. Our fellow customer left us alone. My beautiful slave began her work on my next toe, soothing it with her lips and tongue.

A couple of 18- or 19-year-old girls showed up next. "Oh my gawd!" one of them whispered loudly, drawing her friend's attention to us. They both gaped. I winked at them. My slave's face was deep crimson. She was not going to look anywhere but the floor, no matter what. From the other side of the aisle, another middle-aged woman saw us. But she also saw the teenagers. She blushed, but she stayed in our aisle, pretending to keep shopping, watching us more and more openly with every passing second.

A middle-aged guy, probably looking for his wife or someone, stopped near the teenagers and also stared at us. By the time my bitch had finished with my right foot, we'd drawn a small crowd, silently watching.

"Now the other," I said firmly. My slave and many of the spectators gasped or made other sounds of surprise. With trembling hands, Aurora took off my other shoe.

The larger group of watchers began to disperse suddenly. An assistant manager-a rather quiet-looking guy in his early-to-mid 40s, entered our aisle. Once the other group saw him, they too began to leave the area, like they were afraid of some sort of associated guilt. "Um, ladies, you've got to stop that," the store employee said.

"Why, is it indecent exposure?" I asked.

"You're making other customers uncomfortable."

"How many people complained to you, one? The customers who were watching enjoyed the show and I'll bet they'll be back, hoping to see something like this again. But far be it from me to help your store exceed its goals and reward you with a promotion. Put on my shoes, slave, and leave your basket where it is; we're out of here."

I watched him walk away, confused. By the time my shoes were on my feet again, one of our earlier spectators had already returned to the end of our aisle. Not surprisingly, she hurried away when I met her eyes.

"Mistress!" Aurora said once we'd reached my car.

"Don't worry, we'll get our necessaries at another store. There are only about 1000 exactly like that one in this city."

"Mistress, a slave can't do that again!"

"Slave," I said severely, "don't lie to your mistress." I got into the car and she did likewise.

We bought her supplies at a nearby store and went to her place. As soon as we got into the elevator, I said sweetly, "Take off your clothes."

"We'll be caught! Anyone could-"

"-Everything but the bra," I ordered as though I hadn't heard her. She did as directed. Then she kind of hid behind me. She stayed very close to me in the hall and she darted into the flat as soon as I unlocked the door. It was true, there was a small chance of us getting caught. I wanted the risk, and so did she; it gave our sexual play a reality, an immediacy, that we couldn't get any other way.

I told her that I was going to her bedroom for a minute and that she should put away her purchases while I was gone. Though it was small, I liked her room. I took my favorite strap-on out of my purse and exchanged it for my knickers, which I put in the purse instead. I looked in her mirror; my pleated skirt concealed the bulge pretty well. "Get the supplies you'll need to work on your projects, and meet me near the front door," I called to her.

"Yes, Mistress," she yelled back.

I left her room. I waited for a moment and she approached me, with a gym bag in her hand. She looked hopefully at her red outfit, lying folded on the kitchen table.

"You may touch only my back or my face," I told her. Then I kissed her. I pushed her slowly backward, finally pinning her against the door to her flat. She was moving her hands and her tongue frantically, obviously still excited from our earlier adventures. I kept her focused on the kiss so she didn't notice me quietly unzipping my skirt. I let it fall, and I stroked her damp pussy with my right hand. She responded with a muffled moan. I pulled my mouth from hers for just a moment. "I see I can still turn you on," I murmured.

"Oh, Mi-" she tried to answer, but I was kissing her again.

My left hand steered the dildo to her entrance. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth clamped on my tongue, sucking it hard. I pushed into her. She was very tight, but she was so juicy that I had no trouble penetrating. I thrust into her, making her ass smack the door with a loud thump every time. I left her lips and kissed her jaw. Her fingers tried to claw my back, through my cotton blouse.

"Mistress, people will hear!" she panted.

"I want them to hear you getting fucked," I gloated.

"Oh, damn!" she squeaked. I went a little faster. I tweaked her perfect nipples with one hand and kept hold of her ass so I had leverage. "Mistress, may a-may-come? Oh! S-slave come? M-mistress?"

"Remember to say p-"

"-Please!" she shouted.

"Cum away," I said carelessly.

She lost it. "Oh! Fuck! Oh Mistress! Ah!" She was spraying droplets of her juices on my legs, and probably all over herself and my skirt and the floor and anything else that was close. Her eyelids were clamped shut and I doubt she was aware as she ripped my shirt. I was getting plenty of clit stimulation myself.

I felt her nails digging into my back and her wonderful smell was stronger than ever. I came too and I couldn't help fucking her even faster, quickly giving her a second orgasm as I rode out my own.

"Wow," I whispered, once I regained control of my lower body. I gently pulled out of her snatch, loving her mewling protest. Not caring that my skirt had cum on it, I pulled it back on. (The strap-on stayed where it was too.) Timing was of the essence in these situations. Aurora was slowly sliding to the floor. I grabbed her hand and pulled.

"We're behind schedule," I said. "Grab your gym bag; I've got your clothes. You can dress in the lift. Go on, get out, so I can lock up."

"You aren't serious!"

"I am."

Terrified, she did as I commanded. She sounded and looked and smelled so wonderful! If someone did see her, she wouldn't only be exposed, the person would know she'd just had sex! I couln't stop myself from grinning. I locked her door and joined her in the elevator. She started dressing frantically. As she bent over, I slapped her ass hard. She yelped in such a cute way. "You didn't call me 'Mistress' when I gave you that last command," I told her.

We were on the way back to my house when she finally said, "Thank you, Mistress. A slave has come harder today than ever in a slave's life."

"Glad to hear that. Use your mouth to clean my dildo."

"Of course, Mistress," she squeaked. She looked around at the traffic. She slumped gradually into her seat, hoping she wouldn't be noticed if she moved slowly.

"Now," I ordered her.

She knew it was futile to try not to be seen. She dove at my crotch, lifted my skirt, and sucked my long, slim dildo. I could tell she had rarely, if ever, done that-she was very hesitant and awkward. After about a minute, I told her she could stop.

"You taste good, so I shared," I explained.

"Th-thank you, Mistress," she whimpered.

"Don't you agree?"

"Yes, a slave tastes good, Mistress." I could tell she meant it, but having to say it aloud was the biggest humiliation of the day, in a sense.

"Yeah, your slutty cunt tastes good," I said. "Show it to me."

She put her hand on her crotch and pulled the shorts aside, nervously watching the traffic.

"A proper look."

She unfastened the skimpy shorts and wriggled her hips, tugging the shorts to her ankles, spreading her thighs for me. She was wet again, shiny with fluid. This gal was a fountain!

"Now give me a taste, please."

She stuck a finger in her pussy, then took it out and put it in my mouth. I savored her. "Okay, pull up the shorts," I said, satisfied for the moment. "Don't get too comfortable in them, though. When you enter my house, you'll be wearing shoes and bra only."

There was a long silence. "Mistress will kill a slave, but a slave will die happy," Aurora whispered.

I chuckled. "Your mistress knows what's best. You'll only wish to die."

When we reached my house, I was kind enough to unlock the door and to let her strip in my car and run from it to my house, so she was only exposed for a few seconds. It thrilled us both just the same.

"Let's do some work," I said, shutting the door. "You may set up anywhere you like, except for the kitchen or my bedroom."

"Which room will Mistress be using?" she asked.

"Her own bedroom," I answered. She was disappointed, but she had to learn that she wouldn't die without me and that we had something more than sex between us.

"A slave might have to move furniture to get set up; is that okay, Mistress?"

I hadn't thought of that, but it made sense. "Yeah, whatever," I said. "But first we'll go to your room. I found a few things yesterday that might fit you. It'll be too expensive if we wind up buying a completely new wardrobe and you'll probably look very nice in this clothing."

She and I went to the bedroom I'd lent her and began the fitting. At one point, she had to ask where I'd gotten these clothes, of course. She was very surprised when I told her they were mine. The dresses, the skirt, and the blouse all fit, just as I'd guessed they would. The black minidress was a micro- on her, but it was made of stretch lycra, and it would be able to contain her. On a whim, I also grabbed an oversized Connecticut Sun sweatshirt from my room. "I keep this house warm, but not hot. Show me how well this fits you."

She put it on and my heart about stopped. She looked so cute and so sexy at the same time. The shirt was just barely long enough to cover her delta, and the sleeves were a little too long for her. She looked like a naughty girl who needed one more hug before going to bed. "You can wear that if you're feeling chilly," I said, forcing the words past my lips.

"Mistress, thank you," she said. She must have been aware of her effect on me, because she put one hand on her hip and gave me a challenging pose.

Somehow, my willpower won against my hormones. Proud of my self-control, I turned to leave her room.

"Oh! A slave is sorry, Mistress," I heard her say.

I faced her again. She drew closer to me. "'Sorry?'"

"Mistress's shirt is ripped, a slave might be responsible."

"Yes, she was."

"Please let a slave fix it, Mistress."

"Fine." I took off the shirt and handed it to her. "But...can you really fix it?"

"Maybe not, Mistress," she admitted. "It's in worse shape than it-"

I'd turned away again, and she'd just stopped talking. "...Now what?" I said, facing her once more.

"There is blood on Mistress's back," she told me, tears coming to her eyes. "A slave didn't mean to do that!"

"Hey, don't worry," I said, more gently than usual. "The scratches don't hurt. I'm glad they're there; they're proof that I'm satisfying you."

"Mistress..."

"I said don't worry about it. If you want to make it up to me, make a sexy tube top for yourself as your next project. Got it?"

"Yes, Mistress," she said, a bit more cheerfully.

"I mean it, I'm glad you scratched me. It turned me on, you hot slut. I hoped you would do it! Now do something constructive with your time, and I'll do the same. We've got two or three hours until supper." I stepped forward and kissed her lips lightly.

In my room, I put on a fresh shirt and started my computer research. I found Ms. Swimming-Otter, Aurora's former teacher, with no trouble. I called the listed number but didn't get an answer, so I sent her a brief e-mail, telling her to call me if she wanted to talk about a special student from a few years ago. Once that was done, I brought up a song I was trying to write and began fiddling with it, making slow progress. I had a decent start, but there was nothing special about the composition so far. I kept trying new notes chords on my electric keyboard, occasionally finding and recording a sequence that worked. How I envy people who can write music quickly!

My phone rang, startling me. It wasn't Ms. Swimming-Otter, just my friend Toni, reminding me that we were getting together for lunch on Tuesday and talking about her 10-month-old, Derrick. She sounded a little tired. A mom with a young child usually does, I thought with a snicker.

After I got off the phone, I only composed for a few more minutes before I thought it was time to start making supper.

When I opened my door, I was greeted by the sight of Aurora, sitting in my smaller recliner, working on something-probably a shirt. The hall is pretty wide, and she'd moved the chair and a couple of coffee tables right outside my door. I wouldn't let her see it, but I was touched.

"Good, I won't have to go looking for you," I said. "Help me in the kitchen, slave."

We worked well together, preparing cheese tortellini with marinara sauce and a simple garden salad. "A slave liked the music, Mistress," she commented.

"You couldn't have; it's nowhere near finished," I retorted.

"A slave still liked what a slave heard," she insisted.

"Thank you! And I will keep my promise; I'll play my viola for you before we go to bed."

"Mistress, a slave really looks forward to that."

Once we'd finished with the meal, including washing the dishes, I said, "We're going to the playroom. Pick out a vibrator you like once we're in there, and a blindfold."

"As Mistress orders," she said.

"And remove everything-even your bra, your earrings, and your rings. I want you naked."

She left to do my bidding.

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Humbling Ch. 06



Note: This is fiction, intended to entertain readers. It has graphic lesbian sex. There's also domination and submission in this story. If you can't legally view this, please don't! Any resemblance between these characters and any person is coincidental.

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When I joined her in the playroom, Aurora met my gaze with a shy smile. I flashed her my best saucy, lustful grin. She reflexively turned away a bit and moved her arms to hide her chest and backside.

The effect her action had on me-I admit, I can't explain well. Her incredible instinct for flirting and looking innocent was starting to erode my self-control. "You really know how to make your mistress want to fuck you," I said quietly.

She blushed hard, but met my eyes with a look of melded surrender and desire.

"Show me what you chose," I commanded, regaining some of my casual manner. The gorgeous brunette held up an oval lavender vibrator and a wide, black silk blindfold.

Her choice of that blindfold meant that she didn't want even a chance at peeking at whatever I didn't want her to see. She trusted me completely...or maybe she didn't trust herself. At any rate, I took the items from her hands. I set the vibrating toy on the table for the moment and readied the blindfold. I looked into Aurora's expectant, luminous eyes. "Keep your hands to yourself," I warned her gently. "No matter what I do, do not touch me yet. Lie on your back, on those cushions. Oh, and you've got permission to come, as many times as you want to, for the next hour."

She did as instructed, though she looked hungrier than I'd ever seen her. Lying on the mound of pillows and cushions, her hips were elevated, but she was quite comfortable. I dropped to my hands and knees beside her and kissed her. She went very slowly and sweetly, almost totally restraining her tongue, using those luscious, silken lips to satisfy my mouth, yet staying very receptive. Neither she nor I was controlling this kiss. It may have been the best kiss of my life.

"Say goodbye for now," I murmured.

She understood. She raised her head enough for me to comfortably block her vision. I nipped at her ear and whispered, "My sweet, perfect slut. I'm not going to hurt you, but I am going to fill you." Her bare body shook with anticipation. Her scent was heavy, making the warm atmosphere of the room seem tropical. She was an exotic, rare flower, opening for me.

I quickly undressed and got into my favorite harness. Why was it my favorite? It had two bases: broader on top, slimmer below. I picked out two dildos that would work very nicely for this purpose. I used plenty of cherry-scented lube on the smaller shaft. I kept the bottle close, because I'd probably need more.

I returned to my companion. Her legs were parted. I put my hands gently on her thighs and eased her legs open wider. I knelt in front of her and started tapping her pussy with the head of the top dildo. "Oh," Aurora cooed. She was holding her hips steady, but her fingers were clenching and relaxing, betraying her impatience. I very carefully began my advance. She didn't need her eyes to know I was entering her vagina with my rubber cock, but her breath caught when she felt something else pressing against her anus. She could probably tell it wasn't any of my fingers.

"You can get wetter than that," I teased. I turned on the vibrator and played it at the top of her pussy, making circles. I eased the head of the upper dildo in and out of her. I stayed shallow and not just to tease. Because the two toys were strapped to the same harness, I couldn't just thrust inside. She was both hindering and helping my efforts. She was already moving her hips, making it harder to judge how far I could go and that slowed my progress. But her natural juices were almost flowing from her, helping lubricate her ass, allowing me to speed my progress a bit.

"Mistress, don't...tease, please!" she begged quietly.

"Trust me," was all I said.

She groaned and clutched at the cushions and pillows beneath her.

About another minute of very short thrusts and I allowed myself to go deeper. "Yes," my lover squeaked as both dildos truly penetrated her.

"You want this, don't you, slut?" I asked. "Spread your legs as wide as you can. Come on, you know you want your pussy and your ass fucked at the same time."

She gave gulping sob and her legs spread even more. Her face was red. Juice was pouring out of her now, faster than I thought possible. "Come on, enjoy this double-dip," I taunted, exciting her even more. My strokes were growing a little longer each time. "Or do I have to jam a cock down your throat, too?"

"Oh!" she cried. Her hips thrust mightily. Damn, she'd taken all of me, ahead of schedule. But she wasn't hurt, she was going wild! She'd been lubed enough and relaxed enough after all. "Oh, yeah! So good..."

I dropped the vibrator and started playing with her tits while I kept thrusting. "You'd enjoy three, wouldn't you, you dirty bitch?"

"Oh! Fuck!"

I continued my verbal and physical assault. She kept fucking me harder and faster. She'd already cum once, twice maybe. But I had one more trick up my sleeve. Without breaking rhythm, I lunged and put her right leg over my shoulder. She gasped as I pushed even deeper into her.

In this position, her right ass cheek was exposed just enough for me to swat it.

So I did, hard as I could.

"Mistress! Ah!" she screamed. She arched way off the cushions, frantic with joy, seeming suspended in the air. Then she came down.

I pulled out of her slowly.

She was so beautiful. Her body was sweaty and messy. Her hair was damp and disheveled. Her chest heaved with exertion. Her breaths sounded incredible, deep and rapid. Her pussy aroma hung all around us.

I chuckled while I removed my strap-ons. "You did great," I murmured. "Best slut ever! Here's a reward." I bent over her, supporting myself with my hands, letting my left nipple touch her mouth.

She did not need to be told what to do. She sucked and kissed and licked my breast with abandon. I moved a little and she started on the other, giving it the same skillful attention. She was good. No, she was great. My chest burned with pleasure, which, of course, shot through my belly and stoked the inferno between my thighs. I wanted her. Letting her have my breasts had been a mistake.

She was slipping lower. I can't describe the feeling of her teeth on my ribcage. She was kissing all she could reach, making my desire escalate into need.

But I couldn't allow it! She'd almost gotten as far south as my navel when I managed to rise, separating her mouth from my body.

"Mistress, you want your slave to do this. Please, don't lie. Mistress wants this, right?" Her voice was a passionate whisper.

"No," I said firmly.

I heard her inhale sharply. Disbelief and heartbreak were etched on her face. I said, "I want you."

She seemed to be thinking that over. I weighed the risks and elaborated a little, hoping she wouldn't misconstrue my explaining as losing control of her or myself. "What's one orgasm compared with the companionship of a creative, caring, intelligent woman? I want you with me. That's what I want. You won't stay with me if you aren't satisfied, nor should you. No one should have to settle for someone who doesn't fulfill her. I can fulfill you, but only if I don't give in to you the way everyone else you've been with have. You're perfect for me. I want to be perfect for you. You'll have your chance to make love to me, but not before you believe that I'll never disappoint you."

I moved close to her, knowing she'd be able to smell my presence and feel my breath. "I have not yet begun to excite you. You are going to learn that." I palmed the little round vibrator while I spoke. I turned it on and kept it in my palm while I penetrated my lover again with my middle and ring fingers.

"Mistress!" she gasped. In seconds she was thrashing again, ecstatic at my touch.

"Damn, you're a slut!" I playfully said to her, glad she couldn't see my delighted expression. "Legs spread so wide, pussy juice all over you-it really suits you, sounding and looking and smelling like a cheap hooker. Two cocks just a couple minutes ago and you still want more? Maybe I really should give you a third! Well, go ahead and cum again, you wanton bitch."

It wasn't surprising that she did, mere seconds later. I turned off the vibrator and set it aside, then kept fingering her. I was too worked up to stop myself; I used my other hand to fondle my clit. Damn, I was close to as wet as Aurora was. I reached just a bit inside myself. "Mm," I heard myself accidentally moan. I think my slave girl heard me, because she pushed up as far as she could with her pelvis, obviously hoping to touch me. I stayed out of her reach and she bit her lip, frustrated but climbing toward orgasm. I kept hand-fucking us both.

"Oh, yes!" I panted. I started dripping on Aurora as I heaved and trembled through my climax. An instant later, I felt my slave's cunt tighten wonderfully as she also reached a climax.

I took my hands from both of us. "Taste yourself, slut," I ordered hoarsely. The fingers that had been in her pussy I stuck in her mouth. I did the same with my fingers. Her mouth felt really good sucking my hand; my groin twitched in response.

I removed my hands and coaxed more pussy juice from both of us. Wordlessly, I put my fingers in her mouth again, not telling her that this time, she was tasting me.

We taste subtly different, of course. "Thank you, Mistress!" she cried and sucked as much of my hand into her mouth as she could. So much for her not noticing! I relished the taste of her cunt while she cleaned my fingers of my juice, trying to milk my hand for every last molecule.

If she thought she was done, she was wrong. I left for a moment and got the breast pump, then applied it to her right breast while I stimulated the left the old-fashioned way. Her skin was salty, slippery, and hot. She trembled beneath me as I ravaged her chest. I soon switched breasts and she groaned with pleasant pain. Her movements and her sweat told me she was nearing her physical limit of endurance. My thigh between her legs, I pressed into her crotch and she started sliding up and down, still very slippery with arousal.

I got done with her chest and slid lower. She felt my lips and teeth on her clitoris.

"Please...no more...Mistress," she finally begged.

I withdrew from her body. My mind still wanted her, but my muscles were at least as tired as hers. I'd be sore tomorrow. "I thought sluts could never get enough," I said with a chuckle, enjoying the blush my words evoked.

Feeling a little wobbly, I got up and put on my robe. I took off Aurora's blindfold. "Mistress..." she started, but she apparently had nothing else to say. I put my shoulder under her arm and helped her stand and walk to her own room.

"Don't try to get under my robe, but you may touch me," I said. We flopped onto her bed.

We embraced each other. She snuggled into me, pulling my face into her shoulder. Her hands felt great stroking my back. She smelled so good and her body was so soft.

We were exhausted from the marathon fuck-session. I didn't want to fall asleep with her. I wanted a shower at least and I wanted to sleep in my own bed. Sleeping in hers might make her question my control.

And I had promised I would play my viola for her. This was a dilemma. I had to keep my word. I had only so much energy, so I had to prioritize.

With no small effort, I pushed myself off her wide mattress. I could already feel my muscles burning a little. I retrieved my viola from my room and returned to Aurora's side. I pulled the top blanket over her body, then I sat next to where she was lying.

It seemed appropriate, so I played Brahms's "Lullaby." My lover's mouth formed a smile. Just seeing that unconscious reaction was enough to make my playing worth the effort. When I finished, I put my instrument on the desk in her room, so she'd know I had kept my promise to her.

I got back into bed. I kissed Aurora's hair. She looked so beautiful. When I joined her under the blanket, she turned to me and embraced me. I don't think she was awake. Her action was endearing, awake or not.

I just might love this woman, I thought. Then I was asleep in her arms.

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It was just before 0700 when I woke. Smooth, warm skin that smelled pleasantly of a mixture of perfume, sex, and sweat enveloped me. I opened my eyes and saw Aurora's lovely face. Her eyelids were still closed. "Good morning, sweetheart," I whispered. I slipped from her grasp, ignoring the sharp pain from my back and arm and thigh muscles. I needed tea, and I could do with some breakfast as well. My bedmate had had plenty of sleep, as had I. (We'd gotten to sleep before 2300.) I would wake her once I had a breakfast prepared.

I was in the kitchen for only a few seconds when I heard footsteps in the hall. I didn't look at her; I was busy with buttering the wheat toast. "Mistress, a slave needs-Mistress looks lovely this morning!" she said. She still sounded a bit tired. What had she been about to say? "Can a slave help at all?"

"Nope, we're pretty much ready. You're hungry?"

"Very, Mistress."

I turned, both to look at her and to set her plate on the table. I nearly dropped the plate. My heart pounded and my pussy throbbed. She was wearing one of the tuxedo shirts I wear when I perform, unbuttoned. She was sucking her lip slightly and staring directly into my eyes, and into my heart. Her hair looked wonderfully disheveled. She thrust out her chest, now that she had my attention. I could tell that she read the desire in my eyes.

I managed to put our breakfast on the table and calm my breathing and my loins enough to sit and start eating with my lover. "Let's have this meal as ourselves," I said.

She put her hand over mine. "You played for me," she whispered. My heart stopped. I dreaded and longed for what she was about to say. "Hei Sook, I love you."

"I love you too," I confessed. "But no, you may not make love to me yet. You aren't ready."

"I think I am," she said, a challenge flashing in her gorgeous green-speckled brown eyes. "I think that you're the one who isn't."

I chuckled. "You'll understand what I mean when you really are ready. But if we could put that subject on the back burner for a minute, I'll bet you're as sore as I am."

"Yes, provided you're sore enough that you had a hard time getting out of bed. You've got something in mind?"

"I can trust you to massage me and keep it non-sexual, can't I?"

"Yes!"

"Good-and I'll massage you. Then we'll take a shower."

"Now that's a great plan," she said. "I hate to harp on it, but do you really love me?"

"I've fallen hard for you, baby," I said. I lifted her hand and kissed her fingers.

She started crying.

I pulled her to me and stroked her hair. She was speaking almost too quietly; I had to strain to hear her. "I haven't believed anyone who has told me that except my parents." Then, with more volume, she said, "I believe you, Hei Sook. Oh, how I've needed to hear that and believe it!"

In a minute she pulled herself together and we released each other. "If you want, I'll play for you again when you can appreciate it with your conscious mind," I told her.

"I want!" she replied, her mood turning lighter. "And would you mind terribly if I took your picture while you're doing that and show it to a few friends?"

"As long as it doesn't end up on the internet," I said.

We spoke a bit more then, mainly about what we did during a typical week and what sort of things were simple pleasures in our lives. I also hinted that I'd be taking her some place special today. Of course, I eventually asked her why she'd decided to come to breakfast in one of my dress shirts.

"Trying to seduce you," she answered with a shameless grin. "And I think that even with all your self-control, I'm gaining a toehold."

"So you're trying to seduce me and it's premeditated?"

"Naturally! You're so damn hot! I love the way you smell and feel. I'm pretty close to trying anything. I really, really want to taste you and feel you and make you writhe."

I said, "Be careful what you wish for; I am quite demanding. Are we done with breakfast?"

"I think so," she said, taking a moment to switch topics along with me. "Are we going back to the mistress/slave relationship right now?"

"Unless you've got a reason we shouldn't, yes."

We dealt with the dishes. I admit I was distracted occasionally by Aurora's near-undress. She was more distracted than I was, though. Clearly, she was dying to see me unclothed.

I took her to the bedroom next to the master bedroom, where the massage table was waiting. I massaged her first, admiring her fitness. I hate to brag, but she really appreciated my skills. Then-with a reminder that she had to keep it innocent-I got on the table and let her work on me.

She was obviously not experienced, but she did a good job nonetheless. I felt more relaxed when she finished and a bit turned on in spite of myself. Her hands were strong, warm, and mostly soft; she had calluses, thanks to her sewing. I love a woman who's not afraid of physical work.

We showered afterward. Then it was time to remind her of her status. I ordered her to wear a very brief pair of black and pink bike shorts (they exposed the lower part of her ass) and a matching string halter top. That was step one.

I drove her to a park on the outskirts of town. "It's a beautiful spot, Mistress," my slut said appreciatively.

"Good, because we're here to play. Lean over." She leaned toward me. "Close your eyes." I put a blue dog collar around her neck. "You may open them again."

She didn't know the significance of what I'd done yet. I got out of the car and opened her door. Then I attached the lead. "It's time for walkies," I said sweetly.

"No way!" she whispered, her eyes widening, her face turning cherry red.

"Come on, hands and knees, bitch," I said, just as sweetly, but with a tug.

From time to time, she would glance up to make sure she was still following me. Otherwise, her face stayed downcast in abject shame. She had to be loving this. "Here's a good spot," I said, ignoring the looks of the curious public.

I squatted in front of her and took her chin, making her meet my eyes. Humiliation and desire: yummy!

"I'm going to remove the lead," I said. Her eyes betrayed her mixed relief and disappointment. "We're going to play with my Frisbee, girl."

Realization dawned. She looked at me in horror.

"Try to catch it in your mouth; there's my good girl," I taunted, ruffling her hair.

To her credit, she didn't protest. She had learned that I never back off one of my orders. She ran on all fours and played the roll of my pet. With a few people laughing and pointing-and most ignoring us-she fetched my Frisbee with her mouth and brought it back to me. I patted her each time. Pretty soon, I set down the disk and told her to sit. She did, just like a dog.

"How adorable!" I said. "Roll over and I'll rub your belly."

I'd thought she couldn't turn any deeper red, but I was wrong. She did as I asked. I could smell her arousal. I was slightly shocked; there was a visible wet spot on her shorts! "You are my good girl, and my bad girl," I said. I took a risk and quickly rubbed her crotch, so she knew my meaning.

"Oh!" she gasped. She sounded close to an orgasm.

Damn, this girl loved degradation! I decided to walk her back to the car and cut our playtime short, because I wasn't sure she wouldn't cum in the park.

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Humbling Ch. 07



Note: This is fiction, intended to entertain readers. It has graphic lesbian sex. There's also domination and submission in this story. If you can't legally view this, please don't! Any resemblance between these characters and any person is coincidental.

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"I told you I'd take you someplace special," I said to Aurora while I drove. "Granted, it won't look like much from the outside, but I think you'll like it."

"So the park wasn't...?" She grew red and couldn't finish her question.

I smiled. "The park was a diversion. I don't mind saying you looked delicious in the collar. It was just a relaxing bit of fun. It's time for us to keep an appointment, though." She dealt with her curiosity quite well; she just gave me a sidelong glance and changed the subject.

"Where does Mistress get these wicked ideas?" she asked.

"That's an impertinent question and you know it. Wicked is an interesting word to use, by the way. The way you say 'wicked,' it's obvious you mean 'fun and exciting.' When you say 'wicked,' you're saying you want more.

"Don't worry, darling slut, you'll get more."

I put my hand on her thigh. She inhaled sharply and looked away from me. "A slave won't be satisfied until Mistress comes," she said, sulking.

"Are you talking back to me?" I said, both surprised and amused.

"Mistress..." she mumbled. She was genuinely pissed at me, at least a little, for not letting her have sexual access to my body. I could tell she was trying to figure out how to phrase her protest. I wasn't going to allow her that time, though.

I clicked my tongue. I said sharply, "I'm the one in charge. You may have forgotten. Shorts. Off. Now."

I watched out of the corner of my eye. She tugged the tight shorts to her ankles and pulled her feet out of them one at a time. She wasn't embarrassed-yet. "Offer me your backside," I commanded.

That got her attention. "A slave doesn't understand-" she started to say.

"-Yes, she does," I said sternly. "Get on your knees on your seat and present your tight ass to me for spanking."

That was effective. She knew anyone in traffic with us would be able to see her. Her ears grew bright pink. By now, she knew me well enough to realize that there was no point arguing. She dropped her head, then turned and raised her behind. "Higher," I said, "and spread your legs. Get closer to me."

She managed to get into a wonderful position, her rear end only about a foot from my face. Her vagina was clearly visible between her legs, glistening with the syrup of her arousal. I rested my hand on her left cheek. She whimpered. She wanted this over with (and yet she didn't). All the more reason to take my time. I slapped her ass nonchalantly, pausing between each strike.

I traced the cute mole on her butt. "Not so vocal now, I see," I teased. "This mark of yours really gives me something to focus on; I'll have to find more occasions for getting your ass exposed. Stay calm, I'm nearly done spanking you."

"Mistress," she grunted. Her voice was almost unrecognizable with frustration and desire. I'm sure she knew what she wanted.

"You were wet enough in the park; I suppose it would be cruel to get you worked up again and not finish you. So..." I trailed off the sentence and started stroking her beautiful labia.

"Uh!" she groaned. I smiled. "Please, Mistress, let a slave cum!" she said in a rush once she'd caught her breath.

Not this easy-not this time. "What? I'm trying to teach you a lesson, you dirty slut! You're being punished."

"Please! Pl-ooh-please!" Her breathing was rapid and noisy. "Please!"

I let one finger slip between her lips. I asked, "So you've learned your lesson?" I let another finger join the first.

She was already too far gone. "Please!" she said again. "Please, please-oh fuck!"

She pushed back, obviously trying to get the most out of this orgasm. Her cunt felt tight and very hot around my fingers. She was so damn sexy-I was proud and disappointed at the same time. I thought I knew her limits. Had I been wrong or had she just not cared enough to wait for permission?

Well, Aurora would probably tell me with her behavior. She was really bad at hiding what she was feeling. If I observed her, I'd have my answer.

She stayed hunched on the seat, lowering her butt as far as she could, getting her breathing under control. "Mistress, a slave, really couldn't help it," she said eventually, in a small voice.

I believed her. That was good, because I couldn't have stood for that particular type of misbehavior. I swatted her bum playfully. "I demand obedience, but I'm in a forgiving mood. Come on, sit in your seat properly."

"May a slave put on the shorts again?"

"Later."

"Mistress is so mean!"

"You were supposed to learn a lesson and didn't," I said. "Anyway, you'll be able to get dressed soon, we're almost to the studio."

In two or three minutes, I pulled into the parking lot of a smallish two-story tan brick building. I told Aurora to get decent. Then she followed me and we used the side entrance, over which a sign saying "Kerry's Paint" hung.

There was a wooden counter with a motel-style bell and a couple of doors behind it. No attendant was in sight. I hit the bell and we waited a few seconds. A short, stout lady with colored magenta hair and plenty of piercings came through the door on the left. "Hello, have you got an appointment?" she asked with a Boston accent.

I answered, "Yes, I'm commissioning a work of art."

"Good," the young woman said. She looked at a scheduling book for a moment. "All right, come this way." She lifted a panel and proceeded through the door on the right. I followed her, and Aurora was only a step behind.

The room we entered was kind of a long narrow bay with a very high ceiling. "Helene, your 1400 is here!" the girl who had greeted us called. At the far end of the room, a tall woman with short black hair looked over a balcony.

"Good, thanks, Tina," the woman said. "Hang on." She disappeared from view for a second, then emerged on a partially hidden staircase. "Are you here for a painting?" she asked us. Tina left us with Helene; we heard the door close behind us.

"We are," I answered. "I'm Hei Sook and this is Aurora. Please don't talk to her."

"Oh, she's deaf?" Helene said while she shook my hand.

"Not at all," I said while Helene shook hands with Aurora. "She's just my slave, so I make all decisions."

"I see," she said, looking at us only a bit askance. "I take it she'll be getting painted, then?"

"Yes," I answered.

Aurora had been looking at the photos on the walls. Now she looked at us. She didn't say anything, as I'd instructed her. Her expression was serene; she obviously liked the pictures of the bodypainted women around the studio.

"All right, let's get upstairs. This will take about an hour-maybe two, if the design is complex."

"The design won't be complex," I told the artist. "I just want you to paint the same halter and shorts she's wearing, but with gold instead of black. And a 'raccoon' mask, you know?"

"Yes, I get it. That will be an easy job-I might be done in under an hour."

By now we'd gotten to Helene's upstairs studio. "Strip, baby, everything but your sandals," I said.

My gorgeous brunette companion did as she was told.

Helene has done plenty of painting in her career, but even she was taken aback for a moment by Aurora's sheer beauty. She is a professional, though; she quickly got to work, applying color to my slut with a deft touch. She had the painted top done in about 15 minutes.

The shorts took her longer, though. "I'm not sure how thorough you want me to be here," she said. "Usually, my clients wear disposable g-strings."

"Very thorough," I said. "Slut, spread your cheeks for our artist so she can do the best job possible."

Helene was a little embarrassed herself while she finished her work. I had to wipe moisture from Aurora's vulva only twice. That was proof that she wasn't as shy now as she had been just a week ago.

"Well, what do you think?" Helene asked, applying the final touch to Aurora's painted costume.

"Good," I said. "Take a look in the mirror; see if you like it," I said to my companion.

"It's very nice, Mistress," she said after twisting and turning, checking her reflection completely.

"I'll be taking pictures now?" the artist said to me.

I smiled. "Of course. You did a great job."

For the next few minutes, Helene revolved around Aurora, directing her through various posing and snapping photos. She turned to me when she was satisfied. I wasn't. "We need a few more," I said calmly. "This is remarkable; we need to be able to remember just how well you did. So I think Aurora ought to spread her cheeks again, and you get some normal and low POV pictures of her backside."

"Okay," Helene said slowly, obviously thinking I was a pervert. She did as directed, whatever her feelings on the subject.

We weren't done, though. Once Helene had shot some pictures of Aurora's ass, I spoke up again. "Now, crouch. Okay, feet together, spread your knees. Wider! Now, hold your lips open so Helene can record that you're wearing nothing but paint."

Both women gaped at me. Aurora turned red but followed my orders. Helene said, "This-I don't do porn! I'm an artist."

"This is art," I said. "If you don't want to take the photographs, I will. It looks to me like you want to."

"I don't," she said. (I'm fairly sure that she was lying!)

"Then I'll do it," I said.

"No, I'm the artist. I'll do it."

So we got some pictures of Aurora wearing paint and displaying her shiny pink insides-very good stuff! When Helene had gotten the last few close-ups, she addressed me. "Is this it, then?"

"Yes, thank you," I said. To my bitch, I said, "We've got to go now. I've picked up your clothes, so don't worry about that. Come on, we're leaving."

"I'm naked!" Aurora blurted. "I mean-Mistress, a slave-"

"-You look like you're wearing clothes. That's good enough."

"My paint is not supposed look that much like clothing," Helene warned. "Anyone can tell she's nude."

"Maybe, but it's my call. Thank you for everything. Come on, slut."

Helene shook her head but said nothing.

The parking lot was deserted, and Aurora made a break for the car. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"To Mistress's house, right?"

"Wrong. Some of the paint will probably rub off when you sit, and we have more use to get out of it before that happens. I'm going to toss your clothes on the back seat. Then we're going to walk to a noodle shop not far from here to get some dinner."

"Don't make me do this, please," she said, her voice weak with astonishment.

I winked at her and put her shorts and top in the car and locked it. I started walking away. "Mistress, please, a slave can't!" Aurora pleaded. She stood next to the car, unmoving.

"You're wasting time," I said.

She hesitated. I held out my hand. Trust me, I said with my eyes. She took my hand and let herself be led away from the car and onto the sidewalk.

We weren't in the city proper, and it was close to dusk. Not many people were out and about. It was exhilarating-I had only tried this one other time. It must have been a hundred times more exciting for Aurora. Most people didn't see, but it was great to see the reactions people had when they noticed my naked plaything. They tended to be fascinated and embarrassed. A few of them surreptitiously followed us for a while-taking pictures with camera phones when they were brave enough. Some people avoided us, hurrying away as soon as they noticed Aurora's state of undress. No one confronted us. There were a couple of whistles. My comely companion couldn't make eye contact with anyone, yet she had a spring in her step after she dealt with her initial fright.

We got to the converted street car that was now a walk-up Chinese and Japanese noodle restaurant. There were five or six customers on stools at the counter. I walked up to the take-out window on the side of the shop and made an order for ramen and yakisoba.

I knew (and Aurora didn't) that this neighborhood was mostly friendly hippies. In the couple of minutes it took to get our food, Aurora attracted half a dozen admirers, two of whom didn't mind watching her obviously. There were a few disappointed people when our order came up. The owner (a friend of mine) muttered to me, "This is good for business, Hei Sook-but even for you, it's kind of crazy! Watch out for the fuzz."

"No problems, Brian-and the mask is a precaution against people recognizing her," I said. "Thanks for your great food."

Aurora bolted for the car again when we reached the parking lot. I unlocked it and told her to wait until I had her seat covered. The instant I had a beach towel spread over her seat, she jumped in and curled into a ball, pulling her knees tight to her chest.

"No need for those dramatics," I said smoothly as I got into the car.

"'Dramatics?' Mistress is so fucking...twisted-"

"-Now, now," I said. "Save that kind of language for when we're with friends."

She uncoiled herself. She leaned very close to me while I started the car. "May a slave kiss her mistress?" she whispered, lust dripping from her mouth.

"Soon."

It was actually dark when we reached my house. I took the food and told my cute slave to bring her clothes and join me in the kitchen. Once she was inside, I led her to the sink. I washed the paint off her chest and told her to put on a bra and then we'd eat. I put a towel on her chair while she was gone. She came back in a flash, wearing the white corset that made her torso look even more amazing than usual. She had apparently not given up her effort to seduce me. I admit I was tempted to eat her instead of the late supper we'd brought.

"I'll play for you after this. If you want to record me doing it, this will be your chance," I said.

"Mistress..."

"Let's be Aurora and Hei Sook."

"Hei Sook, evil genius doesn't even describe you."

"I try," I said.

She looked at me seriously. "I have to have you. When am I going to get to make love to you?"

"Let's see. You failed to call me 'Mistress' at least twice and you came without permission."

"Forget that! I just want to give you the best sex of your life. You know you want it."

"More self-discipline, that's what you need."

"How will that help?"

I grinned. "If nothing else, it'll make you better at bargaining."

She appeared to grow pensive after I said that. I could tell that she was learning a great deal about herself and about intimate relationships; she was starting to examine her own behavior and feelings.

The rest of the night passed pretty uneventfully. I serenaded her, we bathed, we did some of our separate work. When we went to my bed to get some rest, she didn't try to put any moves on me, but her goodnight kiss was full of passion. I loved her even more, and I knew she felt more love for me too.

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Humbling Ch. 08



Note: This is fiction, intended to entertain readers. It has explicit sexual behavior. There's also domination and submission in this story. If you can't legally view this, please don't! Any resemblance between these characters and any person is coincidental.

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Aurora and I had gone to sleep early and that was good. It was now Monday morning. What a situation! On one hand, I wanted to be near my darling slave as often as possible. On the other, this was a chance to prove to her that she wouldn't die if we weren't together.

It was about 0630. I went to Aurora's room and looked at her, sleeping soundly under the soft, warm quilt. I let my hand rest on her exposed shoulder, then made small circles with my palm.

She turned her head and opened her lovely light brown eyes. "Time to get up, my sweet slut," I whispered. "Today's a normal day. I've got work and so do you."

She sat up quickly, letting the quilt and the sheets crumple around her waist, giving me full view of her magnificent torso. I suspected that it was a calculated move. "Routine life," she mumbled. "It will be less bearable than ever." Her lips slipped along each other, forming a gorgeous calculated frown.

"It won't be bearable at all with a surly attitude," I told her. I lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. "Things don't mean as much to someone who hasn't had to work for them. Being with you is a reward I will gladly work a routine job for."

"At least Mistress's job is musical: creative, expressive!"

"I hope you will be able to express yourself in your work someday as well. But whether you do or not, don't forget that art is its own reward. You can make beautiful things and you and I will enjoy them, even if that isn't how you earn your living."

I reminded her that she needed to behave herself and we took a shower, quickly. I stood behind her the whole time. Even though all my touches of her body were innocent, she shivered occasionally and I heard a couple of moaning breaths. Good! Our relationship was growing as I had hoped it would; we were understanding each other better and better.

She only had three outfits at my house that she had owned before we met. She put on one of them while I got dressed for work. Then we got into the car and I dropped her off at her place.

Things went very well for me. I felt inspired as I hadn't in a long time. As a result, I felt and interpreted the music on a raw, emotional level. I got plenty of praise for my sound. Je'Varrus, one of my oldest friends in the orchestra, waited until we were by ourselves and told me that I was "glowing." I told him that I had found someone very special. He smiled and said he was happy for me.

"My wife is cool, no matter what team someone plays for," he said at one point. "If the two of you want company, we'd be glad to go out to a nice dinner with you and your girlfriend, Sooki."

"Thanks, I'll take you up on that one day soon," I told him. His offer was touching; it had been quite a while since my last double-date.

During my lunch hour, I found a message on my phone: Ms. Swimming-Otter had called me back. Her message said that I could call her at about 1800 and talk. Her tone had been controlled: I wondered what she would say to my idea. Maybe she'd already guessed what it would be.

After work, I went to the gym on the west side of the city. I'm a member there; all the staff know me by sight. "Have a nice swim, Hei Sook!" said Jill, who was working the desk that evening.

"Thanks," I said, giving her a friendly wave.

Now that work was over and I had time to myself, my mind raced with all sorts of hopes, doubts, and dreams. Right at the forefront was the desire to go see Aurora. I had to use all my willpower to stand firm. In the vision of my memory, I saw her gorgeous smiling lips, I heard her impassioned moans, I smelled her glorious satisfaction. But if I went to see her tonight, it would mean never separating from her until she dumped me, which would be soon. Only by keeping apart for now and maintaining my discipline could I earn her companionship for good.

My swim went well: cool and invigorating. My resolve fortified itself while I exercised. When I got out of the pool and started drying myself, I knew I would withstand the temptation of visiting my slave-and-lover tonight.

My phone had been working overtime while I was relaxing! While I was leaving the gym, I saw no less than eight messages waiting for me. It made me smile ruefully; I knew without looking that at least half of them would be from Aurora.

When I looked at the messages, I knew I would have to punish her. Six of the messages were hers, including three photos of herself. One featured her pulling up her shirt, past her naked breasts; one featured her entire body-in just a belt and hiked-up miniskirt-in front of full-height mirror; the last showed her kneeling over a smaller mirror, displaying her naughty bits. She'd definitely showcased her fantastic tits and luscious legs and succulent nether regions; she looked good enough to eat. The photos were bolder than I thought I would get from her. But on the other hand, she was trying to tempt me, which could make her braver than usual. On all of the photo messages, the text was the same: "a slave misses her mistress xoxoxo"

I typed, "dial it down slut. ill c u when i c u. u can try 2 seduce me then. >:P" Terse? Maybe...I figured that she could handle it; she might even expect it by now.

There was a message from my friend Toni as well, telling me that her son had taken his first step today. I fired a congratulatory text back to her.

The last message was from Merritt Valencia, agreeing to meet me for coffee on Thursday. It was very guarded for a voice mail: I had introduced myself to her as a friend of Aurora's only two days ago, and she didn't know a thing about me. I quickly sent her a thank-you.

When I got back to my apartment, I made supper. It felt a little lonely, eating by myself.

When I felt relaxed, I called Ms. Swimming-Otter.

The voice that answered was kind of solid, kind of slow-paced, but quite smooth and sympathetic. After our greetings and introductions, I pushed forward with the real business of the call. (Even though I knew the worst that could happen would be that she wouldn't help me, I still felt nervous.)

"Her name is Aurora," I said, "and she's turned into a beautiful young woman. She had a crush on you in high school."

"On me? That's interesting; I was certainly not a 'sexy teacher' type," she said.

"Knowing she had a crush doesn't upset you?"

"Well, people have attractions. Why should I fault them for something they can't control? I do find it a bit flattering: if she knew me as her teacher only, she must have been drawn to me for who I was and not what I looked like."

"Would you like to help me excite and please her?" I mastered my nerves and kept my voice calm as I asked.

There was a pause. It was probably just a second or so, but to me, it felt as though it was minutes on end. "I do not cheat," she said at last. "I must discuss this with my partner before I answer."

"I respect that, Margot," I told her honestly. "In that case, please let me add something to my offer, which may help you and she make the decision. She may accompany you, if you and she would like. She can observe or participate. Aurora loves to be humiliated. The presence of a stranger-handled well-would make the experience even better for her."

"You seem very confident that my partner is a woman, Hei Sook," said Margot, "so you must be good at reading people. I find your proposal interesting."

"Then please talk it over with your lover and call or text me back so we can plan it," I said, letting a little of my giddy happiness flow into my voice.

She said, "I will do that." Then we said our goodbyes and hung up.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. I kind of missed "tucking in" Aurora before I went to bed.

I could deal with it. Soon, I'd have her again.

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The next day, Margot called me again.

"Lindsay does want to come with me," she said. Her voice sounded a little more tired than it had yesterday. "When I dug out the yearbook and showed her Aurora's picture, she was almost too willing to do this!"

I didn't feel threatened, particularly by a woman that neither I nor my girlfriend had ever met, so I chuckled and said, "It will just be a day of fun, I assure you."

Margot said, "If I understand you, you are supposed to be in control all the time. Before I agree, what are Lindsey and I allowed to do-or expected to do?"

"To begin, I'd like the two of you to arrive wearing similar outfits to what you wear when you teach. Then..."

...I laid out my parameters for the next several minutes. After that, Margot asked a couple of questions. Soon, we reached an arrangement. My heart leaped when she told me that she and her lover would be at my house at 1800 on Friday.

I checked my messages and wasn't surprised.

"a slave cant help being a slut for mistress. xoxoxo" This time, she'd photographed herself in her bathtub, surrounded by bubbles, rubbing her soapy pussy. I had to admire her industry; this photo must have been tough to snap.

"what did i tell u ystrdy, btch? i miss u 2. now knock off the drty pix" It was good that she couldn't see my face; I was grinning when I sent the message.

The answer came quickly. "a slave misses mistress so much. 2 much. ;_; but will do what mistress sez"

I wrote her one more text. "all good thngs 2 those who wait. im a good thng. ill c u vry soon"

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On Wednesday, I didn't get any messages from her and I didn't send her any. I smiled, thinking of my sweet lover learning a lesson she didn't want to learn but had to: how to have some patience and temper her passion. Near the end of her workday, I stealthily checked out the shop where she worked.

There she was. No need to worry about her seeing me; she was busy helping a group of three women. One of them was obviously a bride-to-be. I left unobserved.

On Thursday, I went to the neighborhood of Aurora's workplace again. It was 20 minutes before closing time. Only two customers were in the store and they looked like they were just poking around, not seriously shopping.

I heard the front-door-beep as I entered the store. The customers didn't look up, but Aurora did, of course. I kept my face as expressionless as I could. Her face lit up, however, and she strode quickly toward me.

My dark-haired lover looked good. I thought back to how she'd been dressed in the record store the day I'd put my claim on her: she had worn shapeless, plain clothes, and no makeup but a bit of lip gloss and a touch of green eye shadow. Today she looked classy but flirtatious. Her white blouse hugged her amazing tits-and the first four buttons were unused, affording a nice view of her cleavage and occasional glimpses of lacy red bra straps. Her cotton pants were black, and tight around her ass and thighs. A thin, glossy black belt with turquoise embellishments wrapped around her shapely hips. Her shiny black shoes had five centimeter heels: comfortable enough to work in, but still chic and sexy. Her blue eye shadow, pink lipstick, and black mascara highlighted the amazing beauty of her face.

As she was about to greet me, her mouth snapped shut. Her eyes revealed her discomfiture. She didn't know how to speak to me!

"I hope you can serve me," I said.

(Somewhat more quietly than I had spoken) she said, "Yes, Mistress." Her lips twitched nervously and her cheeks colored.

"I would like you to show me these dresses," I said. "No matter what I do, pay it no mind, and show me these dresses."

Her hands trembled as she reached toward the nearest rack of pastel, spaghetti-strapped bridesmaids' gowns.

I pushed myself against her back. Nonchalantly, I undid her belt. Then I popped open her pants button and slowly unzipped her fly. The other women in the store wouldn't see what was going on-not right away, that is-but the way we were standing would inspire curiosity. If they noticed us, they might come over to look at what was happening with us. Aurora knew that as well as I did. Her sleek muscles quivered under her flawless skin.

I put my hand down the front of her pants.

I felt exactly what I had expected.

I zipped her, fastened her, and whispered, "Sluts don't wear panties. You're a slut. Why are you wearing panties?"

"Mistress did not forbid a slave-"

"-I told you not to let me catch you."

"...Yes, Mistress!" She swallowed and cringed, fearing and anticipating what I might do.

I marched her to a nearby chair. I looked her in the eyes and grinned with pure evil in my eyes.

She whimpered, but her eyes sparkled with excitement.

"Don't you worry," I said to her, smiling broadly. "I'm not going to make you take off your underwear. In fact, I'm here to provide." I opened my purse and took out a pair of pink thong panties.

She was dying to find out what I was going to do, but she stood still as a statue, breathing hard.

I put the panties on the seat of the chair. "Put your right foot into them. Then keep your foot on the chair," I instructed her. My tone was light and cheery.

She stepped into the panties.

I pulled a small plastic box from my purse and I got out three safety pins. I attached the panties to the black sock on her pretty right foot.

"Keep on your underwear until you get into your apartment," I said sweetly, adjusting the lacy thong around her ankle.

Her whole face went candy-apple red. She opened her mouth. Then she shut it again; she could tell that I was not about to change my mind no matter how she objected.

I leaned close. "Don't touch me," I said to her. I took a risk and squeezed her wonderful ass with both hands while I kissed her elegant neck for several seconds.

She was gasping for breath when I stepped back. "I'll see you on Saturday," I said.

"Yes, Mistress!" she said joyfully.

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Humbling Ch. 09



Note: This is fiction, intended to entertain readers. It has explicit lesbian sexual behavior. There's also domination and submission in this story. If you can't legally view this, please don't! Any resemblance between the characters and any person is coincidental.

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Friday was pretty uneventful during working hours. I met with my two conspirators at my place. We had dinner together and afterward, we discussed our plan for a night of entertainment.

I hopped into my car and drove toward Antonia's Bridal and Formal. My mind was fully occupied. My easily-embarrassed subordinate would be able to enjoy this evening's activities, even if she had initial qualms. (In truth, that was "when" she would have qualms. My assessment of her character would get a big test tonight!)

Surprise would make everything much more fun, so I had to make sure I didn't give away anything. She wasn't expecting to see me until tomorrow. Picking her up tonight would raise her suspicion. Margot Swimming-Otter and Lindsey Castaneda were probably getting finished with a long, relaxing bath at my place right about now. Or maybe they were getting things ready in the playroom.

I made myself quit thinking about that type of thing and concentrate on acting normal.

Parking was hard to come by, as it always is in the city. I gave up on it and settled along the loading zone of a business across the street, hoping that it would only take Aurora a few minutes to leave her workplace and that nobody would hassle me in the meantime.

Luck was with me. Just a couple of minutes after 2100, Aurora left Antonia's Bridal and Formal. She began walking toward the bus stop right away, just as I'd expected. I moved fast, swinging around the car as quickly as I safely could. The lovely brunette noticed my car instantly. She jumped into the passenger seat before I could say a word.

She fidgeted around for only a few seconds before she broke the charged silence. "Mistress, may a slave kiss your cheek?"

"No, you may not," I said glibly. Actually, I was surprised at her question. Aurora was a clever woman; what was her reason for coming on strong so soon? "However, I am glad to be going home with my sweet slave again," I said. I laid my hand on her thigh to emphasize my words.

I kept her occupied with trifling questions about her week-at work and during her free time-until we got to my house. I opened the door and said, "I laid an outfit on your bed. Put it on and meet me at the door to the rec room; and don't take your time."

She practically ran to her room.

For my part, I went to the foot of the steps. Margot and Lindsey emerged from the kitchen, where they had been having tea and listening for our arrival. As agreed, they quietly took their places next to me and waited for Aurora to return.

They looked very ready for the fun to start. Lindsey was dressed in a dark grey pantsuit, looking very much the college professor. (She wasn't a professor, but that was her role this evening. Her wire-rimmed glasses, minimal makeup, and pinned-up dark brown hair really completed the look.) Margot was wearing a white dress shirt and a knee-length tan skirt with a turquoise-studded belt. Her long black hair was braided and held in place with a sterling silver clasp shaped like an eagle. She had told me earlier that this was how she had usually dressed when she taught her economics courses. She looked quite ordinary...yet there was something about how she stood, how her dark eyes looked when she turned her attention my way, how she spoke. She had a subtle attractive quality; confidence and honesty radiated from her.

We heard the door, then the sound of Aurora's white 4-cm-heeled shoes. I knew that she would notice the three of us an instant after she appeared, so I focused my attention on her face.

There: she recognized her beloved former teacher! Her eyelids flew wide open and her jaw dropped. She stood for a moment, until her mind believed her eyes.

She looked at me.

I met her gaze with a wink of my own. Then I let myself appraise her appearance. (I was sure my fellow conspirators were already doing the same.)

My lover's legs looked wonderful in the skirt I'd chosen: it was a pleated and starched blue-green-and-yellow plaid micro-skirt only about 15 cm long. We couldn't see the sight yet, but her wonderfully perky cheeks had to be peeking from under the hem with every step she took. I'd picked a long-sleeved translucent white blouse with little pale blue buttons for her upper body. The blouse was designed to be tied shut just below her breasts-there were no buttonholes. Her abdomen looked delicious and so did her chest. Around her neck was a wide blue collar made of soft leather.

She shook off her disbelief. She took a half-step forward, then remembered what she was wearing. Her left hand flew to the hem of the skirt between her thighs. Her face blossomed with a wonderful scarlet blush.

She hesitated. But I had told her to go to the playroom and she wasn't about to disobey. With as much dignity as she could salvage, she slowly and awkwardly descended the flight of stairs. The sides and back of her skirt bounced with every motion, but she kept covered by holding the front with her hand. She didn't meet any of our eyes.

"It's been a while," said Margot casually. "How have you been, Aurora?"

Her mouth quivered. "Fine, Ms. Swimming-Otter," she said in as steady a voice as she could manage. "How has Ms. Swimming-Otter been?"

I had told the two women about the way Aurora would speak and act in my presence. Margot did an excellent job of pretending to be puzzled. "Um...I've been fine, too," she said. "You know, you're not my student anymore; you can call me Margot if you'd like."

There was a brief but very uncomfortable (for Aurora) silence.

"This is Dr. Castaneda," I said, putting my hand on Lindsey's shoulder. "She taught me economics in university. Lindsey, this is Aurora."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," said Lindsey, holding out a friendly hand.

"Likewise, a pleasure," murmured Aurora, doing her best to keep from having to say people's names and especially the demeaning quasi-title I'd given her. She lightly shook hands with this woman she'd never met.

"I remember you as less reserved when you were in my class," said Margot. "But people do change, of course."

I broke in smoothly but quickly. "We thought we'd have a competition," I said. "Student versus student, to see which teacher should have bragging rights. So let's go to the rec room and get started. What do you say?"

Lindsey and Margot said yes. Aurora gave a meek nod of her head.

I wasn't looking at her, but the gorgeous brunette must have been surprised when she saw the interior. Gone were the usual toys and costume racks. (They were only concealed, of course.) I had white boards, a narrow table, and chairs set up at the far end, near the refrigerator.

This was no ordinary set-up. The white boards were wide and squat-"Perfect for writing equations and definitions," said Margot-and curiously hung against the wall from the ceiling so that the bottom edges of the boards were 160 cm off the floor. Aurora gave no thought to the strange suspension system yet; she was more worried about what arrangement I had with my two friends and what the stakes of the game would be.

"Ms. Swimming-Otter and I will alternate asking questions. If the two of you are willing, you will write the answers on the boards. The first one to write a good, complete answer gets that point. Just for fun and bragging rights, okay?"

"Sounds good, Lindsey," I said.

"Yes, Dr. Castaneda," Aurora said a second later. She put her hand behind her to hold the back of her skirt and shuffled next to me. She picked up her marker. She had certainly noticed by this time that I was wearing platform shoes, so that I was as tall as she was. She didn't understand why that mattered...not yet.

"Why is economics the dismal science?" asked Lindsey.

As quickly as I could, I scrawled: "Opportunity cost: what one gives up." Just as I had expected, Aurora was a good deal slower. She was wary and trying to keep her butt covered with one hand, so she had a tough time choosing words until it was too late.

"Nice, Hei Sook; first point to you," said Lindsey.

She pushed a button. There was the hum of a small electric motor. Aurora's white board rose five cm toward the ceiling.

All three of us were looking at my slut, although she only noticed my gaze. She immediately understood. Her blush had been fading, but it came back stronger than ever. "...Economics was so long ago," she said at last, not meeting any of our eyes. "Is forfeiting okay, please?"

Margot joked, "Oh, come on-was I that lame a teacher? I was hoping you'd try to make me look good in front of Lindsey!"

"And we wanted to get a bit of entertainment out of this game," I added, letting my voice become suggestive. "You haven't shown us anything yet."

"Yes, Ms. Swimming-Otter," Aurora said. Her right hand trembled as she picked up her marker and got ready to write. I had to give her high marks for effort; she still hadn't had to refer to herself. How long could she keep it up?

"What's the fundamental relationship between demand and price?" asked Margot.

I was surprised at Aurora's speed, now that she had more motivation for answering. She wrote: "Direct," very swiftly.

Unfortunately for her, my hands are much faster than the average person's, partly due to my profession. I had the answer written before she did.

"Point Two to Hei Sook as well," said Margot. "Very close, though!"

Aurora's board rose another five cm. I heard her groan softly.

Time to let Aurora relax so I could make my next move. Lindsey cleared her throat and asked the next question. I hesitated and Aurora quickly answered, her marker squeaking frantically. I heard her let out a breath she'd been holding. My board rose five cm. Lindsey and Margot congratulated her. Her relieved sigh was audible to everyone in the room.

Margot said, "Ready? What is the basic relationship between demand and supply?"

I wrote "Inverse" instantly. "Damn!" I heard my sometime-bedmate mutter. She looked up anxiously as her board ascended five more cm. She had to let go of her skirt so she could maintain her balance.

"When was the first Nobel Prize for Economics awarded?" asked Lindsey.

Aurora had to rise on her toes or her marker wouldn't write. I knew the two women behind me were getting an eyeful. They whispered together-more loudly than they had to-in tones that suggested shock. Aurora heard them, of course. She twitched and stood as still as a statue, waiting for the next question.

This time, when Margot asked the question, I only raised my right hand in feint. With my left, I swiftly and smoothly lifted the back of Aurora's skirt, revealing her flawless, naked backside.

"What on earth-" Margot began.

"I never-" Lindsey said at the same moment.

Aurora yelped in alarm and automatically yanked down the tiny skirt's hem. Predictably, she stopped writing in mid-answer and threw down her marker in the process.

"For your teacher's sake, try to win," I said cheerfully. "Pick up your marker and write your answer."

She looked at me in horror. I just looked back at her with an understanding smile.

Aurora turned to face me-putting her side to our guests-and bent at the knees, protecting the scraps of her modesty as well as she could.

But I had been writing. That meant that I won the point, of course. Her board rose still higher.

"Next question!" sang Lindsey.

Aurora had to stand on tiptoe. Her face was bright red, even her ears.

"I told you she wasn't wearing a thong. She's got on nothing at all under there!" Lindsey stage-whispered.

"Miss Whitfield, why aren't you wearing panties?" Margot said, sounding genuinely scandalized.

"B-because..."

"-I'd appreciate it if you'd face me when you speak to me."

Even Aurora's neck was flushed red by this time. She turned and lifted her eyes, making herself meet the eyes of her former crush and teacher. "Because sluts don't wear panties, Ms. Swimming-Otter," she said, although she stammered the words. Her need to obey overpowered her humiliation. (I had expected that she would make herself say it, but I was still impressed.)

"This explains one or two things!" Lindsey said with a laugh. "You said she wasn't acting like herself."

"When it comes to underwear and Aurora, you never know what you'll get," I said to Margot and Lindsey. "A couple of days ago, close to closing time, I saw her at work. She was wearing a thong...but it was lying limply around one ankle. Isn't that right, my sweet skank?"

"Yes, Mistress," she whispered.

Margot and Lindsey were genuinely surprised; I hadn't told them about my prank on Aurora earlier in the week.

They got up from their chairs. "The problem with being a slut is that people might take advantage," said Margot, practically purring. "But if one truly is a slut, I suppose that isn't a problem."

Lindsey and I gently took Aurora's wrists and put her hands on the table while Margot took off her tan skirt and black panties. She was only slightly overweight, with well-trimmed pubic hair and shapely, full curves. I could feel Aurora's shaking. Margot revealed the single-jointed double-ended dildo she'd chosen and carefully slid the first dozen or so cm into herself. She walked around the table and approached her former student.

"Let's see how good a slut you are," the black-haired woman murmured. She kissed Aurora's lips tenderly. Aurora kept her eyes open, but she kissed back with feeling.

The couple clasped hands and Margot led the way to my wide, low, cushion-covered play-bed. Margot lay on her back. "You're gorgeous," she said to Aurora. "I want you, slutty girl. Face me and mount me."

The lithe brunette deliberately granted her former-teacher's wish, sinking farther and farther onto the flexible double-phallus. The younger and the older woman fondled one another's abs, hips, and thighs as Aurora began slowly bouncing on Margot's lap.

Even if I hadn't been prepared for this sight, I was far too turned-on to be jealous! I glanced over and judged that Lindsey probably felt that way also. I rubbed her hand. She looked at me. We stripped off our clothing, then stepped into and adjusted the strap-ons we'd selected.

We each kissed Aurora's face, took one tail of her knotted blouse, and pulled to open her top. Lindsey kissed Aurora's lips hungrily while I pulled away her shirt and bra, leaving her nude except for the collar. I slurped Aurora's nipples one at a time. Lindsey stepped back, letting Aurora see the artificial cock she was wearing.

I fondled and lightly pinched Aurora's chest as Lindsey got behind her and pushed firmly on her back. Thanks to the hinge-like middle section of Margot's double dildo, the two were able to keep the toy inside their cunts. My subordinate was soon lying on her ex-crush, chest to sweaty chest, while Lindsey squirmed her way deep into Aurora's beautiful ass.

Panting from the exercise, the brown-haired slut in the middle of the sandwich gulped back a moan of satisfaction. Under her, Margot shuddered and tensed and gasped as she came.

I gently lifted Aurora's chin. Her clear eyes were glazed. She kissed my mouth with fiery passion. "I told you I just might give you three," I said.

At that, she noticed my strap-on. She was sweating and heaving, but she shivered. I ran my fingers along her sensitive ribs and she shuddered more, knowing that this night had only begun.

"So if you have anything to say, now is the time," I told her.

Somehow, she'd kept enough of her wits to know what I was getting at. "Mistress...cum, please?" she whispered.

"Ask properly," I said, gloating over my lovely slut.

Her lust burned behind her eyes. She knew that Ms. Swimming-Otter would hear her disgrace. "Mistress, may a slave cum?" she begged.

"Of course: my darling bitch may cum her brains out and prove once and for all what a wanton slut she is," I said, drawing out the sentence. Then I put the tip of my dildo to her lips and she instantly began sucking it. A second or two later, her pelvis shook with spasms as the first of several orgasms swept through her voluptuous body. My member in her mouth made her slurp and slobber as she squealed her ecstasy. Lindsey gave a quiet scream of delight right behind her. I saw her knuckles whiten as she thrust her pelvis against Aurora's gorgeous buttocks...

o0O0o

It was 0100 when Margot and Lindsey (walking not quite normally) waved their goodbyes to us and headed for Margot's car. "I haven't had this kind of crazy fun since college," I heard Margot mutter. I saw Lindsey lovingly squeeze her hand and kiss her cheek in answer. Aurora and I waved back at them, although Aurora was hiding behind me, since I hadn't let her get dressed in anything more than the soft leather peek-a-boo bra I'd picked out for her last weekend.

I shut the door.

"Mistress, tonight was perfect. Thank you," Aurora said.

"You're welcome, and thank you also. It really was wonderful," I said.

I set my lover in a chair and I sat on her thighs. I brushed the dark, damp hair away from her slick forehead. I kissed her luscious, strawberry-red lips. For a long time, I sat above her and we kissed again and again, sharing feelings far deeper than desire or sudden attraction. I knew by the tender kisses we gave and took that this was no longer mere fascination, or infatuation.

I rose from her lap. Taking both her hands, I helped her to her feet. Her muscles must have been growing sore already; she groaned in spite of herself. She smiled although she winced with muscle pains.

"For tonight, don't touch me, even when I touch you," I ordered gently. "We need our rest. I'm taking you to bed with me so that we can sleep. Keep your hands and mouth to yourself."

We wearily washed up and got into bed.

"A slave loves Mistress," Aurora said.

I put my left arm around her waist. I breathed in the scent of her shimmering hair. "And I love you," I said. "Good night!"

"A slave loves Mistress," she said once more, but by then I was nearly asleep.

o0O0o

I woke to the half-light of bright sun and heavy curtains. It was probably 0930 or so. I rolled, expecting to put my arm on Aurora. I was surprised to find nothing there.

I sat up and saw her. She was in my arm chair, looking at me. She was wearing a tight crocheted mint-green-and-pink tube top (and no brassiere-her nipples were enticingly semi-exposed) with her faded pink jean micro-skirt, and a floppy white beret.

Her green-speckled light brown eyes glowed as she watched me. The rest of her face was expressionless. Her body was motionless, but I could tell that she was full of energy, held back by her willpower.

"You said I would know and I do," she stated, knowing that she had my attention. "I've been watching you sleep for an hour. That's been enough for me. I don't love you just for what you do; it's who you are that I love. You've proven your love to me.

"You said that I was perfect for you-"

Aurora interrupted herself. She sang a scrap of a familiar Fleetwood Mac song. "-'Tell me lies, tell me sweet little lies!' That's what you did. You told me a generous, merciful lie, intended to keep me from feeling any pressure. If we didn't work out, I wouldn't blame myself. You knew that neither of us was perfect for the other. I wanted to hear your lie then. But I don't need it anymore.

"We don't have to be perfect; we just have to keep caring for each other. That's what you have taught me. That's how you have won my heart."

She stood and went to the window. Looking over her shoulder, she shot me a grin and spread the curtains wide.

I shielded my eyes with my hand for a moment. A grin bloomed on my face. "You seem to be totally positive that you're right."




Humbling Ch. 09



She hopped onto the bed, tucking her knees under her. "I spent Monday through Thursday almost insane with my lust for you. But your visit to the shop satisfied me. I saw then that you weren't joking; you really were ready for me. More than that, you were thinking of me. You would do even the little things for me.

"So when I had my chance this morning, I didn't dive at your pussy the way I'd been planning to before Friday. Being with you was what I wanted, just like being with me was what you wanted."

I figured I'd try to get in one more dig. "So our activities last night weren't necessary?" I asked coyly.

Her cheeks turned pink but she ran her tongue under her upper lip. "Necessary? It wasn't, but it was impressive, and touching, and great fun of course-the biggest thrill of my life. And it was yet another wonderful thing you did for me. A reminder-that I needed to get off my ass and start being an active partner in this romance," she said.

She scooted forward in two small hops. Settling her pert bottom on my thighs, she put her hands on the sides of my face and kissed me. Lips to lips, we met each other as though for the first time. We multiplied the kisses-dozens of them, maybe hundreds-each one feeling like pattering rain on a dry mountainside. They grew deeper and lasted longer as we explored each other's mouths. The muscles between my legs tightened, hoping for more. My libido screamed at me, urging me to take things farther.

But Aurora was just as ready as she had said. She gave me another kiss, a different kiss. She tugged on my upper lip rhythmically, causing me to open my eyelids. She stared right into me.

She placed her fingers on my upper thighs, on the edge of my sleep-shirt. With a smooth, strong, sweeping movement, she drew it up my torso, over my head, past my arms, and away from me.

She kissed me again, as though her lips had gotten annoyed at being separated from mine for so long. My breathing began to get heavier. I noticed I was sweating slightly. Why not? Aurora's naked core (the micro-skirt covered nothing but her waist when she was in this position) felt like an electric blanket on my lap.

Aurora took her mouth from mine and looked at my body. In spite of myself, I was nervous.

Her eyes danced as she looked into mine once more. She took a slow breath. "I knew you'd be gorgeous!" she whispered. She kissed me again, deeply. Her hands fell to my hips and idly played with the sides of my skimpy black satin panties.

"Thank you!" I mumbled back. My sight blurred a little. I didn't need my eyes for this anyway, so I just shut them.

Aurora slid her right hand between us and slowly down, against my skin all the way, tunneling beneath the last scrap of cloth I wore. With an amazingly light touch, she stroked my special spot. I gulped in mid-breath. My hips twitched violently.

I felt her left palm on my chest. I opened my eyes to see a crooked, toothy grin on her face. She pushed me backward.

"Now who's wearing unnecessary panties?" she joked. Her voice sounded sultry, her skin smelled lovely, her body looked spectacular, her fingertips felt like soothing fire.

Gracefully, she drifted lower on the bed, keeping both her hands in contact with my body as she went. Her hair swept along my torso and she moved lower. She got to my pelvis. She kissed my hip bones and teased my inner thighs. Then she surprised me-she folded the crotch of my panties to the side and began licking and caressing...

...She was actually kind of clumsy and her rhythm was uneven. A few times, I gently had to ask her to ease up or shift her hands or suggest to her how she could do things to make it better.

It was enormously fun and fulfilling! Aurora gave me a very satisfying orgasm. Beyond that, she tried so hard and was so eager to please me, my heart swelled with love for her.

o0O0o

Lying on our sides, face to face, breast to breast, stroking each other's sides, I asked my lover, "Did you make that sexy top?"

"The price of scratching up your back, Hei Sook. You like?"

"Scratch my back more often!"

We both laughed, but her eyes flickered with desire. "Make me!" she dared me, her eyes flashing with challenge, her voice quiet and sultry.

I unfastened her skirt while I held her gaze with mine. "You still like being dominated. I still like taking charge. So we'll play that way sometimes, unless you don't wa-"

She seemed to think that was a rhetorical question. Her answer was a steamy kiss.

o0 Fin 0o

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Humbling Ch. 10: Housewarming, an Epilogue



Note and warning: This work of fiction has explicit sex scenes and a lesbian relationship. There is also some vulgar language. Any resemblance to any character(s) and actual person(s) is coincidental.

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As I listened to Hei Sook brushing her teeth before coming to bed one night, I saw an open document on her computer screen. The heading said "Anonymous sexy blog 9-16". I read a bit of the text and it seemed far too familiar. The names had been changed, but it was about how she had seduced me after we met!

The small, light-fingered hand on my shoulder made me jump.

"Wrote it up pretty well, didn't I?" Hei Sook asked me smugly.

"You didn't post this, I hope?" I said, trying not to sound angry or worried.

The warmth of her moist lips on my neck calmed me. "My sweet, it's perfectly safe. People enjoy your slutty antics. Typing them lets me recall them and dwell on them and savor them again. It's so fun!"

"Maybe it is harmless, but..." I wanted to object, but Hei Sook was sounding pretty reasonable.

She responded with a quiet laugh. "Stand up," she ordered. I promptly did as I was told. She sat in her soft chair, then coaxed me onto her lap. "Read a few of the comments on this blog entry. Read them aloud, starting with the names of the posters." 

I scrolled to the end. "Dragonceri: 'Great action! U must go thru a ton of bedsprings!'

"Clevercat140: 'Maybe you should have your sub get a nose ring like a cow. You can attach a chain to it and lead her around. I bet she'd love the reminder of whose boss.'

"ShamelessSeamus: 'That's hot. I so want to give your little sub the real thing to suck. I'm sure she'd be humiliated if you made her deepthroat my 25 cm and swallow my hot, gooey cum.'"

"Dildoluvr25: 'O_o I'm so fucking wet right now. I'd give anything for you to spank my ass.'

My voice faltered and not just because Hei Sook's talented hand had slid beneath the waist of my pajama pants and begun to softly stroke my lips. Her tongue lapped the corner of my mouth for an instant before she paused and told me to keep reading.

"hidethehotdog: 'i came!!'

"CuckolDChuck: 'Awesome! You should make her watch while her best friend fucks you silly. Then you should make her lick both of you."

"ThornOfTheLily: 'Ur best entry yet Dam I got off 4 times reading this'

"IridessiNess: 'plz moar! that is all.'

"84Trackster: 'I'm uberjealous of your sub! I'd love to lick your highheels! Then you could stick your dildo in my tight ass and ride me hard and put me away wet!'"

"lcktysplt: 'I think a tramp stamp that says Hei Sook's Bitch will teach her her place! ;-)"

Hei Sook gently turned my head and kissed me deeply. "They get so turned on by us; and doesn't that turn you on? Think of all the people who know the degrading things you've done to make us happy." My heart pounded as I thought about it. "Remember the time you got body-painted? Remember walking through town with your tasty little pussy hanging out?"

I squirmed and moaned, letting my hands rub my lover's smooth thighs while she teased me.

"In fact..." (Oh, shit-that deliciously wicked note had entered her voice. I trembled, waiting for Hei Sook's command.) "...I think it's your turn. Make your own blog entry. Tell the internet your favorite experience since we've gotten together. Include details; paint them a picture of your insatiable, deviant sexual desires and how we've satisfied them."

My dominant lover's commands are absolute.

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It was my friend's party, so I was driving to the housewarming. The day was cool and overcast, but there was no rain. I was feeling good, but Hei Sook was in a slightly sour mood because of springtime allergic congestion.

My partner was sitting by my side, one foot up on the seat, looking relaxed and a little bored. I'd put her long, temporarily green and blue hair into two thick braids. The colors really worked with her loose, button-front crimson shirt. Her black yoga pants had red racing stripes, making her slim legs look very attractive. Her nose was a touch pinker than usual due to her allergy.

For myself, I was wearing tight, sleeveless faded blue turtleneck that had "Triumph!" spelled in letters made of hundreds of little silver stars. My skirt was a light blue mini made of heavy cotton-short, but not too short, since I was going commando again. (Hei Sook has sort of forbidden panties for me.) On my head, I was wearing a silver tam-o-shanter-style cap. On my legs and feet I wore shiny orange stay-up stockings that reached my lower thighs and medium blue pumps with 3 cm heels. Whenever we go to an event, Hei Sook strongly prefers that I "dress sexy" and this was as demure as I thought I could get away with.

Hei Sook turned to me suddenly, fixing her intense dark brown eyes on mine. "How long do you think we'll be staying at this party?" she asked with a slight mumble. (I wondered if her antihistamine had made her a little drowsy.)

"An hour. Two at the most," I told her.

"Do you think they'll be serving alcohol?"

"It doesn't matter, Sooki; you've taken medicine."

"Boo," she said, sticking out her wide tongue. "Oh well! Anyway, what do you think of what you're hearing?"

I listened to the music. "It sounds like Metallica, but performed with strings," I answered.

"You're right! This is a Korean cello quartet. They do Metallica covers almost exclusively."

"What?" I laughed and she laughed with me. "That's bizarre. But they play really well."

Hei Sook picked up her other foot and hugged her knees. "I think so too. People just think pop music needs guitar, bass, drums, and that's about it. Maybe piano once in a while. But why not violins, cellos, violas? Why not trumpets, saxes, flutes?"

"Are you thinking of performing pop?" I asked my lover.

"I have been thinking about that, yeah. A couple of my coworkers have been talking about it too."

Before she could ask her next question, I was answering. "You've got the talent to play anything. If you want to try it, I'd love to listen. And you know I'd never lie to you. I'd tell you if you sucked."

"I guess it's really likely, the way you're talking!" Hei Sook said in a mock-huff.

I laughed again. "You will never need to fish for compliments and you know it." The next turn came up and we took it. Yelena's new house was pretty obvious: it had more cars parked along the street and in the driveway than all the other houses in the neighborhood. There were people walking around in the yard, looking at the plants that would soon produce flowers and the gnarled hickory tree that stood near the sidewalk.

We parked and walked hand-in-hand the short distance to the house. In my other hand, I carried a box that held four champagne flutes, four tea mugs, and four glass tumblers, all carefully wrapped. Hei Sook carried a bag full of pot holders and oven mitts.

The hostess herself spotted us approaching. She greeted us on the porch and invited us to set down our gifts. Then she towed us along with her for a tour of her house.

Hei Sook kept pretty quiet while Yelena and I chatted during our circuit. My old friend claimed she was really run down now that she had three kids (a six-year-old daughter and twin four-year-old sons) but to me she seemed as energetic as she'd always been.

At the end of our tour, we wound up in the great room, where another twenty or so people were gathered. There was a lot of talking, snacking, and drinking going on. Yelena went to the front of the house to greet a few new arrivals. Hei Sook and I helped ourselves to cheese and crackers and found a little group of people to talk to.

Before too long, Yelena's husband Warren called for attention and told the assembled guests that the dance party was starting. Yelena looked at us just then. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought she winked at my petite lover. (She hadn't met Hei Sook until today, so I was probably mistaken.)

Yelena had hardly turned toward her other guests when Hei Sook stood on her tiptoes and whispered to me, "Do you remember where the bathroom is?"

I took her wrist and we made a discreet exit.

When we got into the hall, though, my girlfriend took the lead, quickly guiding me to the stairwell. There was a bathroom downstairs, but there was one on the first floor too...well, it didn't matter.

But Hei Sook led me past the bathroom door. "We just passed it!" I said, tugging a little on her hand.

"Hush, my dear slave," she murmured.

My pulse raced and my pussy throbbed just hearing her call me that.

She opened a door and pushed me into the laundry room. The washer, dryer, and water heater occupied a good deal of the space.

"On our tour, I noticed there was some dirty laundry. Help your friend by putting her sheets in the washer."

"I don't-"

"-Was that a pronoun I heard? Look, I know that it isn't perfect etiquette, but put those sheets in the washer, now. Don't argue or we will wash the clothing you are wearing instead."

My head was spinning. (She was up to something, but what?) I opened the washer door with a slightly shaky hand. "No need for detergent," Hei Sook said. I bent to pick up the laundry basket.

Hei Sook's hands rested lightly on my backside. I shivered. I loaded four sheets and closed the washer door. Hei Sook pressed the "start" button, then squeezed and fondled my butt and hips.

I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to touch her. But she was in charge. She would let me know what I was supposed to do.

My girlfriend pulled up my shirt. "Cupless bra: good choice," she murmured. "It demonstrates how slutty you are, but there's nothing wrong with honesty." She leaned and pressed her tongue to my left breast. In a moment, she was licking, then suckling. My body trembled. Thanks to the breast pump she had been using on my chest every night, I had begun to lactate recently.

Somehow, I kept from putting my hands on her head while she adored my chest. Her pinches, bites, and suction got my milk flowing. Wonderful as it felt, I hoped she would finish quickly; we could be found out.

But as she nursed, Hei Sook slid her hands to my thighs and lifted my skirt. "Mistress, not here, please," I whimpered.

She kept sucking on my nipple as though she hadn't heard. Her hands played with the exposed flesh of my ass. She slurped my chest loudly one more time, then let go with her mouth. My breasts were weeping tiny white streams. She looked fiercely into my eyes and pushed her thigh between my legs.

In this strange house-full of people!-she was going to fuck me! Of course I wanted her to do it, but the risk of getting caught was too high. I could say those three words I had never said to her. "Past the line." I didn't want to say it, but I should say it; she seemed out of control.

But her lovemaking was too exciting!

She took hold of my wrist. Stepping aside, she flipped the light switch. A couple of tiny LED indicators on the washer were the only lights in the room. She pressed her pelvis against my crotch and yanked down the zipper on the back of my skirt. My breath caught in my mouth. My skirt fell to the tiled floor. "Mistress! Please!" I squeaked.

With one hand still on my wrist, she stepped past me. She turned and hopped, seating herself on the washing machine. "Get up here and put your sloppy cunt on my thigh," she ordered.

"Is the door locked?" I asked, my voice high with tension.

"It doesn't have a lock. Get. Up. Here. Now."

Yelena was one of the oldest friends I had in the world. If I was caught naked at the waist, having sex during her housewarming party...But while my brain was debating, my body was acting. I bounded upward. My knees landed on either side of Hei Sook's right leg. Her hand was on her thigh, palm downward. I lowered my pussy to her thigh. Her knuckles bumped against my dripping lips.

Pre-soak completed, the washer moved into the agitation phase.

Hei Sook's entire body became a vibrator. The pleasure was so sudden and so powerful I screamed. Hei Sook's free hand immediately covered my mouth. She shushed me, then put her hand behind her to support our position while her leg and hand jackhammered my clitoris.

Fluids spraying from my entrance, I knew I was about to climax. "Mistress, may a slave cum?" I asked pitifully.

She smiled cruelly. "You can beg better than that. If you want to get fucked in your friend's brand new house, with her little children in the same house, you're going to have to earn it."

I gasped. Tears ran down my cheeks. "Please, Mistress, a slave needs t-"

The doorknob clunked softly, just barely audible above the sound of the washing machine and my voice. I froze in terrified panic.

To my horror, the door opened.

And Hei Sook suddenly sat up straighter and moved her support hand. While her knuckles thumped my clit from beneath, the fingers of her other hand caressed it from above! I nearly passed out from the sensation. I bit my tongue and clamped my arms around my Asian-American lover to keep from shrieking my delight.

Like it was in slow motion, the wedge of light from the open door widened slowly. I wanted to freeze, but my legs kept bobbing, humping my girlfriend's soaking wet hand. "Go wild!" Hei Sook whispered into my ear. My pussy started contracting with erotic happiness. I was cumming and I couldn't make a sound!

The light stopped spreading, mere centimeters before it revealed us. Hei Sook's hands kept buffeting my engorged labia and spasming clitoris. The door closed firmly. With a loud, ragged gasp, I inhaled, trying to stay conscious and enjoy this amazing climax. Panting and sobbing, I rode Hei Sook's muscular thigh and smooth hand for all I was worth, taking full advantage of the human vibrator effect.

As soon as I started coming down from the peak, Hei Sook moved her hands and painfully tweaked my erect nipples. Thanks to the orgasm, the pain felt glorious. My lover prolonged my orgasm for several heavenly seconds with her cruelly loving yanks.

"That's my panty-averse little wet-nurse," Hei Sook murmured encouragingly. She rubbed me gradually less and I began to calm myself. She put her mouth to mine. I responded eagerly, licking her sweet tongue.

She pulled away enough to speak. "Let's go home."

I realized that she needed me to get off her. I didn't want to try to use my overworked thighs to hop backward and off the washing machine. Luckily, the dryer was close. With Hei Sook's help, I eased myself up and over, settling my butt on the lid of the dryer. Hei Sook slid off her machine, landing gracefully on her toes. I slid off mine, landing successfully, but with a little less grace.

Hei Sook stood with her back against the door of the little room and switched on the light. I blinked a couple of times.

My mischievous lover was grinning widely. "Ah yes, the just-fucked look," she said with a chuckle.

Damn, I had to be a mess. Sweat was dripping from my body, especially my forehead, chest, armpits, and ass. Pussy juice had run down my legs, making them slick and shiny, drenching my stockings. My skirt was a wrinkled, cum-sprinkled heap on the floor. My turtleneck was drenched too, as well as pushed up to expose my tits. My tits! They were wet with sweat and expressed milk. My cupless bra was soaked through, but that didn't matter compared with the other issues I had to deal with.

She may be naughty and daring, but Hei Sook isn't insane. She knew I couldn't leave the laundry room in that state. "Take off your shirt and hose." She picked my skirt off the floor and gave it to me. "Rinse everything in the sink," she ordered.

I did what she told me. She swatted my bare ass a couple of times but didn't do anything that would get me worked up. As soon as I'd rinsed the skirt, she took it and started wringing the water from it. She did the same with my turtleneck. We each wrung out a stocking.

"Best we can do," Hei Sook said, smirking at me. "Get dressed."

The clothing would be very wrinkled and obviously soaked through! What explanation could there possibly be? I knew better than to argue, however. "Yes, Mistress," I said meekly.

"You may be wet, but now you're squeaky clean." Hei Sook inspected me. "Too clean."

"Mistress!" I squeaked, but I didn't want her to stop. She knelt right in front of the door and put her head under my skirt. Her blue and green hair bounced while she ate me out. My breathing became more rapid again. Hei Sook's nimble tongue knew exactly what to stroke. Her lips knew just how hard to suck. High-pitched grunts erupted from my throat. My hypersensitive love button throbbed with pleasure. My vagina quivered as I came, leaking more lubricating juice.

"Much better," she mumbled, running her hands up my shaking thighs. "Some water, some pussy nectar and the only way to know the difference is to smell...or taste! Stick close behind me; we have to get back home so you can dry."

She opened the door and stepped into the hall, going directly up the stairs, out the door, and toward the car. We encountered one or two people in the hall and several in the yard.

I stayed so close to my partner that if I'd been wearing a strap-on, I could've kept it in her ass the entire way. I stared at the back of her neck during our walk, except for a moment when we left the house. Then, I made the mistake of glancing ahead to avoid running into anyone. My eyes immediately met the eyes of tall, plump, happy-looking woman I vaguely remembered meeting a year or two earlier. She looked very surprised and curious as soon as she saw me.

I know my face turned red immediately; I was more humiliated than I had been in months! I hastily looked down at Hei Sook's heels and my toes. I could only hope that Yelena's friend would think I'd had a clutz attack and fallen into the pool. (Of course, there was no pool here...)

Driving would have been risky considering my emotional and physical states, so my lover took us home.

No sooner had we gotten past the door than she swept me into a sweet, deep kiss. "I love you, Aurora," she murmured. Her talented fingers were already busy stripping my wet clothes off me.

My shoes had been ruined, but this wasn't the time to discuss that. "I love you too," I replied. In moments, I was naked. I pulled my petite lover off her feet and into my arms, enjoying her startled, joyful yelp. I carried her to the bathroom.

We drew a hot bath. The kisses grew hot and heavy while we soaked. It was my turn to make love to her, and my groin twitched with anticipation.

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"I'm a little surprised that you wrote about that time," Hei Sook told me. "But there have been a lot of times to choose from, haven't there?"

"You know there have!" I turned and kissed her nose.

"So how many times did you have to stop writing?" she asked.

Her lascivious tone of voice got me to blush right away. "Three or four," I said, not quite looking her in the eyes.

"Oh? Wish I'd stuck around for at least one," she said teasingly. "You are so beautiful when you masturbate."

"How do you know? You never leave me alone long enough to finish myself off."

Her gorgeous dark brown eyes flashed. "You? Questioning my self-control?" She smiled evilly. I held my breath, wondering why I'd been such a masochist as to say that aloud. "I'll have to remember that...until the proper time."

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