by Robin Roseau
“Thank you, Lisolte,” Mi-mi said.
“I’m not very good at changing colors,” Lisolte said. “When you came to me, you each said you wanted to be personal household servants, and so that is what we did. But later, once Coo is a little more settled, do you think you’d like if I invited Claary here to help me change you red for a few days?”
“No one wants a 45-year-old pleasure slave,” Tiri said.
“Coo, are you able to understand the conversation?” I nodded my head. “Do you like my plan?” I nodded vigorously. “Tiri, I won’t force you. I think it would be fun. It would be later, maybe two weeks or so before Coo’s first time is to be over. Do you want to think about it?”
“We’d all play?” Tiri asked.
“Oh, yes,” Lisolte said.
“I’d like that,” she said.
“So would I,” Mi-mi said.
“Then that’s what we’ll do.” Then she pulled away from me a little and lifted my chin. “I have a little surprise for you.”
There was sound. Lisolte turned me to look. And in the doorway.
“Wife!” I screamed. My second word, and the last I would speak. Lisolte released me and gave me a tiny push. I ran to Dee, and behind her, Bee.
They both giggled, I squished Dee to me, and then reached a hand for Bee. The three of us hugged tightly, and then Lisolte was there. “Bring her with us.” She stepped past us. Bee and Dee got me moving.
Lady Olivia was in the hall, smiling. As soon as I saw her, Bee and Dee released me, and I ran to her, but I found myself on my knees, throwing my arms around her legs.
“Hello, Coo,” she said. “You sweet thing.” She brushed my hair then pulled on my elbows, helping me to stand.
“Let Bee and Dee bring you with us,” Lisolte said. They stepped up and each took an arm. Olivia hooked arms with Lisolte, and the five of us walked through the house and to Lisolte’s bedroom. Once the door was closed, Lisolte turned to us. “Coo, we’re going to play a game. Does that sound like fun?” I nodded. “You have two rules. Bee and Dee already know their roles. Rule number one: you may kiss and touch anyone here, however you like.” I smiled broadly. “And rule two: you will do anything Dee tells you to do. How do you feel about that?”
I turned and hugged Dee tightly.
“Before we start, Coo, I need to be sure of something. You spoke your second word a few minutes ago. I need to be sure you know that word is in fun. Do you understand?” I nodded. “Olivia, how do you feel about that?”
Olivia stepped forward, then set her hand on my chin. “I am pleased that Coo has a warm connection with Dee. Dee, how do you feel about it?”
“I loved that game,” Dee said. “And I want to play it again sometime. Now it’s our thing, and I like it.”
“It’s just in fun, though, Coo,” Olivia said. “If you become possessive with Dee, I will be unhappy with you. Will you become possessive?”
I thought for a moment then shook my head.
“Good girl,” she said.
She stepped away, and then Lisolte said, “Coo, as long as you remember it’s only in fun, then it’s okay if you think of Dee that way. But it’s only in fun.”
I nodded then turned to Dee and wrapped arms around her, kissing her cheek.
“Okay, Coo,” Dee said, “Our game is simple. Bee is going to do things to Olivia. You’re going to watch, and when I tell you, you will do the same things to Lisolte.”
I immediately understood. I hung my head and whimpered. Lisolte was unhappy with me, and she’d brought people to teach me. But Dee pulled me to her. “This is going to be a fun game,” she said. “Bee gets to play with Olivia. She loves playing with Olivia. You get to play with Lisolte, which you and she both love. And I get to play with everyone. No one is born knowing everything, and Lisolte didn’t know how to teach you. We do. Now give me a kiss and then turn and watch Bee.”
So I kissed her and let her turn me around. Bee watched me, smiled, and then everything about her changed. She turned to Olivia and began stalking her.
“She has permission,” Dee whispered to me. “We can only do this when Olivia invites us to, or we’d never let her get any work done.”
Bee walked to Olivia, but then she veered around her, running a finger along Olivia’s shoulder. For her part, Olivia stayed where she was, letting Bee do what she wanted.
Bee took her time. She circled Olivia, constantly touching in some way, and then she began to loosen clothing, a little at a time.
“See Olivia’s expression,” Dee told me, speaking quietly. “Her lips are parted, and her eyes half closed. She knows what is coming, and Bee is already rousing her passions. Very soon she’ll begin lightly panting.”
Working in this way, Bee got Olivia down to her under things before moving behind her. She pressed against Olivia’s back, one hand around her, the other reaching down to rub her bottom.
Olivia gave a little gasp, then a larger one has Bee’s hand slipped inside her undershirt to cup one breast.
“I bet you can figure out what feels good there,” Dee said. “It’s not a race. It’s far sexier to take things slowly and deliberately.”
Bee whispered to Olivia. Dee continued to whisper to me. And then Bee began edging Olivia backwards, towards the bed. I watched as they climbed and then settled, Olivia in Bee’s arms.
“Bee is just going to touch and stroke now, darling,” Dee said. “You don’t have to copy Bee. That is her style. You decide your own style. But go slowly. Take your time. Are you ready?”
I looked over my shoulder at her, smiled, and nodded.
“She needs to know you want her. She needs to know you have plans for her. You tell her with how you look at her, how you touch her, and how much you enjoy what you’re doing. Now, go play.”
I nodded once more and turned to Lisolte.
She was watching me, waiting. I didn’t try to copy Bee, but I tried to copy her attitude. I smiled at my owner. Then I walked to her, putting a little sway into my hips. I came to a stop, reaching out for one hand. I pulled it to my lips, kissing the fingers, then turning it over to kiss her palm.
I wrapped arms around her, hugging tightly. That wasn’t a new message to her; it’s all I’d been doing since she took me home. But I hugged tightly, and then I moved my lips to her ear and nibbled lightly.
“That’s nice, Coo,” Dee said to me.
I slipped away, but after that, I touched, lightly, walking around like Bee had with Olivia. I brushed my fingers across her shoulders the first time, then the second time, I lowered my hand to her bottom, cupping lightly before pressing against her back.
Like Bee had, I began removing clothing, loosening it first. Like Bee had, I took my time.
Unlike Bee, I couldn’t keep it predatory. Instead, I began grinning broadly. Lisolte caressed my cheek. “Oh, my Coo,” she said to me.
I removed clothing, and I touched, and I kissed. And then I stepped behind Lisolte and slid my hands inside her undershirt, brushing against her skin. But then I looked over to Dee.
“Whatever you do is right,” she said.
I began moving around in front of Lisolte, but as I did, I lowered myself to my knees, and then I leaned down and kissed her feet, putting a little tongue into it. I thought I heard a little gasp, but I wasn’t sure. Then, slowly, I straightened, running my hands up her legs and sliding inside her undershirt again. I found bare skin, and I used my thumbs to lift the shirt.
I lifted my lips to take one nipple into my mouth while teasing the other with my fingers.
Lisolte held my head, gently pulling me against her.
Dee knelt behind me. “Pay attention here,” she said quietly. “See how her nipple responds. That will help you know what is working.”
Lisolte gasped, but Dee said, “That was a good gasp. Do this for another minute, then we’re going to tease her by ignoring the other one.”
“Dee!” Lisolte complained, but from the bed, Olivia chuckled.
And so I teased for a
while longer, and I thought Lisolte loved it. Then Dee said, “Bring her to the bed now.”
And so I stood, pulling the undershirt back into place, smoothing it. I kissed Lisolte, but I teased her, making it a tiny kiss, before backing towards the bed, drawing her after me.
I made her comfortable, cuddled on the bed with me, and then Dee said, “Continue to touch, but watch Bee now.”
* * * *
We took time. Bee raised Olivia’s passions slowly, and Dee talked to me about the things Bee was doing. But she said, “Olivia and Lisolte are not the same person. Olivia is more vocal, faster to let us know what is working best. Lisolte is more subtle. You need to listen more carefully, listen with your ears and listen to her body. Her breathing changes, and she gives little squirms and shudders. You’re not trying to reach the ultimate pleasure. You’re trying to give her more of those squirms, more of those shudders.”
Later, she said, “It’s fun to just try things, just to try them. Sometimes they work; sometimes they don’t. You’ll learn to tell very quickly when something isn’t working, but even if it doesn't work today doesn’t mean it won’t work tomorrow.”
Lisolte began moaning, very softly, and I found the squirms and the shudders. I didn’t chase the final pleasure. Instead, I did as Dee said: give her squirms and shudders.
Then she set her hands on my head, pushing, and Dee said, “She’s telling you. She might be guiding you to a particular place, or she might simply be asking for a little more pressure. She’s so close, Coo. You can feel it, can’t you.”
She wasn’t guiding, so I gave more pressure, and then I tried something.
I slowed down.
Lisolte began panting loudly, and I felt the shudders rising up.
And consume her.
She gave out a large gasp and a small whimper.
“Slower now,” Dee said. “Let her hold it right here.”
Fifteen seconds later, she gave out one final gasp then collapsed to the bed.
I slowed, then froze. There was one more shudder, tiny, and then one after that before she grew still, her only movement from her wracking breaths. “My sweet,” she whispered.
“Hold her now,” Dee said. “Hold her and let her enjoy the bliss.”
And so I climbed up her body, taking a place between her and Bee before pulling Lisolte to me. She curled, and I found places for four legs.
She was still breathing hard, and I could feel her heart, pounding madly.
I looked up. Dee was beaming at us. I held my hand out, and when she gave me hers, I pulled her onto the bed. We made room for her on the bed between Bee and me. Then I squeezed her hand. Dee whispered to me, “This is nice, but focus on Lisolte now. I’ll be right here.”
I held my owner, touching lightly, but soothingly. Her breathing slowed, and after a while, I realized she was sleeping. Dee whispered into my ear, “Olivia is, too. She works too hard and needed this.” She rolled onto her side, carefully, then settled for a while before she said, “This is what we do, Coo. We bring our joy and our pleasure. Lisolte and Olivia are very different. Olivia is direct. She says what she wants. Lisolte will, but she tends to be subtle. Instead, you will learn to pay more attention to her, and discover what she likes.”
Then she talked about different pleasures, touches and massages and little things I could do that Lisolte may not even notice, but would fill her with pleasure. Then I heard Olivia murmuring to Bee for a moment before she added a few other things she liked.
Then Lisolte woke. She stretched then looked up at me with a smile. “My darling Coo,” she said. “You have no idea how much I wanted you. Thank you for giving me this honor.”
I held her tightly for a moment before Olivia said, “I think I’m hungry.”
“I think we can take care of that,” Lisolte replied. “Are you staying for the evening?”
“I think I’d like that.”
* * * *
It was perhaps a week later, one fabulous week later, that Lisolte told me, “We’re meeting our friends for dinner.”
I clapped happily then helped her dress. She had more clothing for me as well, a long red coat made from the resin. I gave myself a twirl once she settled it into position and liked the way it flared. Then Lisolte took my hand and led me to a waiting carriage.
It wasn’t a long drive through the streets of Charth, and Lisolte encouraged me to watch outside. Of course, I didn’t recognize anything, but then we came to a stop before an inn. There was a sign with a young girl wrapped in a blanket. I turned to Lisolte and clapped happily again.
“Darling Coo,” she said. “You may greet our friends, but otherwise you will attend to me while we are here. Do you know what that means?” I nodded. “That’s my sweet girl,” she said. “From when we climb from the carriage until we climb back in, except when greeting friends I want you to remain no further than one arm length away. At any time, I should be able to reach and find you. Do not let anyone nudge you away from me. If someone tries, make a little cry, as big a cry as you can to get my attention. Most people are very kind to women during their first time, but some like to play tricks. It probably won’t happen, but I wanted you to be prepared. Do you understand?”
I nodded, and she gave me a sweet little kiss. Then she descended from the carriage before reaching in and taking my hand.
I wrapped my arm in hers, and I stroked her besides. She accepted my attention and gave me little touches.
It was warm inside the inn. Lisolte and I helped each other with our cloaks, and then she said, “There is Claary with Tess, Shi-Shi, and Ky!”
I looked at her and she nodded, so I ran over to Claary. She opened her arms and hugged me. “Welcome to the Baby Blanket Inn, Coo.”
Then Lisolte was there, her hand on my shoulder. “You have to ask if you may greet Claary’s slaves.”
Claary didn’t simply give permission. She waited until I stepped back and offered a pair of praying hands. “Of course, Coo,” she said. “And I have people I want you to meet. But greet the people you know, first.”
And so I went from one to another, offering hugs. Tess held me tightly and whispered, “Coo,” into my ear. It was the only word I heard from her all night, but it was more than I said, and I presumed she was speaking more to Claary in private.
Rishia told me, “Now you understand, don’t you?” I nodded. “Good. I was sure you wouldn’t have any regrets. Lisolte is amazing, after all.”
That she definitely was.
Greetings done, I hurried back to my angel, then knelt down beside her, hugging her waist. Lisolte set her hand on my shoulder, then Claary said, “Coo, I want to introduce you to three more people who are very important to me.” She stepped forward and collected my hands, helping me to stand again. “First, this is Slip.” She indicated another slave, this one wearing purple with red piping. I didn’t know her, so I didn’t hug, but I smiled. “Slip likes to paint signs and storefronts. She’s the one who keeps all my businesses looking fresh and lovely.”
Then she indicated another slave, red with blue piping. “This is Li-li, my sister.”
For that, I stepped over to the woman, Claary releasing my hands. We clasped, and she smiled. “Isn’t Lisolte amazing?” she asked. I nodded vigorously.
Li-li and I stared at each other a moment, and then Claary collected me. “Coo, marriage is uncommon in Ressaline. Instead, women form a variety of interrelationships.” She indicated a woman standing beside her, dressed in leather. “This is Gigi. We share the house you visited. Lady Olivia has become my best friend, and Gigi is the love of my life.”
I let Gigi take my hands. She squeezed for a moment then said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Coo.” Then she released me, and I hurried back to Lisolte.
We took seats at a long table. I knelt beside Lisolte, leaning against her. She set her hand on my shoulder. Claary’s pleasure slaves clustered around her, with Tess’s head in her lap. Gigi had one slave with her. Li-li attended to another woma
n, and during the conversation, I learned she was Lassa.
Bess and Olivia arrived together. Bee, Dee, and Ya-ya were with them. Lisolte told me I could offer greetings, so I ran over. I exchanged hugs and kisses with Bee, Dee, and Olivia. Ya-ya and I clasped hands, and she whispered, “Coo.” We beamed at each other for a moment, and then I ran back to Lisolte.
Over the meal, I attended to Lisolte. That wasn’t new for me. For most of the time, I knelt at her side, and she fed us both. I know that seems demeaning, but at the time, it seemed perfectly natural, and I loved taking food from her hands. Some of the other slaves were fed the same way; others were allowed to see to themselves. It would have been distracting for Olivia to feed three slaves herself, after all.
The citizens talked, all of them friends. The slaves served. And no one seemed to feel anything that happened was notable.
* * * *
That was my first public outing as Lisolte’s pleasure slave. But after that, she began taking me outside the house. She returned to her work duties, and she attended social events. I went everywhere with her.
I wasn’t really with it sufficiently to understand everything she did. My focus was entirely on her, or sometimes shared when we met with mutual friends.
And it was wonderful.
But all good things come to an end. I don't know if Lisolte warned me, and I just don’t remember, or if she didn’t tell me. But we stayed in for two days. We played, and we included Tiri and Mi-mi. We played in a variety of ways, sleeping when we needed sleep. I was entirely blissed out. And then we slept again.
I woke. Then I realized I’d been awake for a while. I felt different, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. I was on my side, and someone was pressed against my back. I heard the pages of a book turn. I stared straight ahead a while.
“Allium, my darling.”
“My name is Coo.”
“No, darling.”
“It’s over.”
“Yes, Allium.”
That was when I realized I’d been quietly crying for a while, but I broke out in full sobbing. Lisolte pulled me into her arms and spoke soothingly, rocking me as I sobbed. It took a long time, but I finally trailed off then said nothing for a long time.