by Nicole Dixon
“Oh, yes, that’s it. You’re figuring this out.”
Becki looked up at the smiling Raven. Becki was eager to please. She flicked Raven’s clit, then moved back to her lips. When eating Raven made Becki so hot she couldn’t take it anymore, she ground her face into Raven’s pussy and sucked on her lips.
“Easy, you’re getting carried away. Susan, come here. Down on your knees.”
Susan crawled up to them on her knees and eased in between Raven’s legs beside Becki.
“Now, show her,” Raven commanded.
Susan licked Raven’s pussy around the lips, then dove under her fleshy hood to flick and twirl Raven’s clit. Raven grabbed Becki by her hair and forced her down to get a ringside view.
Susan then fucked Raven with her tongue briefly before going back to her clit.
“That’s it. That’s it,” Raven said, her head falling backwards on to the couch, eyes shut. “Oh, show her what I like.”
Susan flicked Raven’s clit, then drew circles around it, then flicked it again, repeating the process over and over until Raven was dripping with cum and humping her face.
Raven shuddered. Breathing heavily, she looked down at Becki. “That’s how you do it.”
Becki nodded.
“Take her upstairs. I’ll be up in a minute.”
Susan pulled Becki to her feet and led her through one of the curtain-covered doorways. They climbed up an old mahogany staircase, then came to a small hallway with two doors. They entered one on the left. Steampunk. Contraptions and devices from a different age cluttered the room. Almost everything was made of wood, metal, or both. In the middle of the room sat a large circular bed with red satin sheets.
Susan pushed Becki onto the bed.
The silk sheets were cold on Becki’s skin. She lay on them and embraced their comfort. Susan began to undress Becki. She unbuttoned the dress but could go no further with the cuffs on Becki’s wrists. Susan removed the cuffs, then assisted Becki with disrobing.
Naked, Becki writhed in the silk sheets, looking up at her professor. Becki rubbed her breasts, pinched her nipples and crossed her legs to feel her clit tingle.
Susan disrobed. She stood above her naked student, electric with lust. Her young, succulent body twisted in the bed sheets. Susan couldn’t believe her luck. She had managed to take a naive freshman and turn her into a sex slave. It isn’t luck. It is skill, she told herself. Susan dropped onto the bed and into Becki’s waiting arms. They held one another and kissed, exploring each other’s mouths. They felt each other’s bodies. Susan ran her hands along the swell of Becki’s young breasts, her ass, her sweet pussy, all of her available for Susan’s carnal delight.
Becki moved her fingers to Susan’s pussy and played with her. She wanted to please. She wanted to see Susan orgasm again.
“You’re a beautiful young woman,” Susan whispered to Becki.
Becki ached with arousal. She inserted two fingers into Susan and fingered her at a frenzied pace, reaching down and fingering her own pussy with her other hand.
Susan moaned. Oh my god! she thought. This little bitch is a wildcat. She fucked Becki’s hand as she had her second round of orgasms for the night.
They heard Raven’s boots clapping on the hardwood floor as she approached the bedroom.
The blue paisley curtain pulled back and Raven entered the room. She walked to her closet and opened the door, revealing an oak dresser. She slid a drawer open and pulled out a riding crop. She turned back to the women lying in her bed in each other’s arms. “Susan, up.”
Susan broke her embrace and got out of bed, taking her place beside Raven.
Becki’s puppy dog eyes stared up at them, waiting to see what was next.
“Come to the edge of the bed and get on your hands and knees,” Raven commanded.
What’s she going to do? Becki thought. Becki did as she was told. Not fully understanding the instructions, she knelt with her hands on the edge of the bed and her ass facing away from Raven. Impatient, Raven took the young student, turned her to the side so her ass was in the air and pushed her face down into the pillow. My ass and pussy are exposed for them. Are they going to touch my pussy? God, I hope they touch me.
“You’re going to answer some questions for me. Do you understand?”
Becki turned her head in the pillow so she could speak. “Yes.” God, just touch me!
The crop slipped through the air so quickly Susan didn’t even notice until it made contact with Becki’s flesh. It cracked loudly on her ass in the small bedroom. The sound made Susan wince. Becki cried out, surprised and in pain. She fell forward into the ruffles of satin sheets, holding her ass and blathering into the pillow.
“Yes, Mistress!” Raven commanded.
Becki didn’t respond. She writhed in the bed holding her tender ass. Raven nodded to Susan. Susan came around and pulled Becki back to her knees for whipping.
“Yes, Mistress!” Raven said.
Oh my god! It fucking hurts. Susan, help me! Her naked boobs hung from her chest. Her ass was in the air, exposing her asshole and pussy for the two women standing beside her. I’m just a little slave for these women. They have so much more experience than me. God, I’m so fucking horny I can’t stand it. I’ll do anything to please them. “Yes, Mistress,” Becki said, choking back tears.
“How old are you?” Raven asked.
“Eighteen, Mistress.”
“How many lovers have you had sex with?”
“Two, Mistress.”
“Was tonight your first experience with a woman?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Very good. You will serve a dinner party I’ll be having in a week. I’ll need you to wear a maid’s uniform. Give your size to Susan. I’ll have it ready.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“These will be some of my closest friends. There can be no mistakes.”
“Yes, Mistress.” As long as I can see you again, Mistress. Raven, mysterious and brooding, had captured Becki’s attention. She would think about her every day until she returned.
Raven smiled. This one was very trainable. She only needed the riding crop once. This was going to turn out to be a very good slave. Raven allowed the women to dress. The pair left her apartment and walked out into the cold night. Susan glanced back at the brick edifice. She felt Raven watching them as they walked away. They got into Susan’s car, Becki’s ass burning with pain when she sat down, and drove back to the campus.
Susan pulled beside the curb and stopped. Becki turned to her, Susan’s face illuminated from the glow of the instrument panel. The two looked at each other for a moment.
“Evening, Becki,” Susan said.
“Evening.” Becki got out of the car and walked to her dorm.
Susan watched the young woman walk into the distance, knowing she would never be the same again. Raven had left her mark on Becki. Once she returned to her dorm, her friends, and her comfort, she might find herself in a state of psychological discord. Guilt is a strange animal. When you enjoy something that’s taboo, guilt rears its ugly head, causing shame. Young Becki may feel guilt because she enjoyed the experience. She may feel guilt over her desire to go back and do it all again. She will try to resolve this guilt by rationalizing her behavior. Sometimes if her discord is too severe, a person can go into denial and repress the entire event. Becki will not be able to. The welt on her ass will remind her every day for the next week that she is Raven’s little slut. Becki’s inner conflict matters little when it comes to Raven’s will. Raven gets what she wants. Regardless of Becki’s feelings, in a week she will be serving at Raven’s dinner party.
Chapter 2
The Dinner Party
The night arrived sooner than Becki expected. She stood on the sidewalk waiting for Dr. McCandless to pick her up. The entire day had been a blur. She had gone to class and work like normal but could hardly remember being at either place. Her friends had spoken to her and she’d spoken to them, but she couldn�
�t remember what they had said. The entire week, all she could think about was Raven. She had seen Dr. McCandless in class. It was a massive class, over sixty students, so they’d had no chance to interact with one another, yet she thought Dr. McCandless had made eye contact with her from across the classroom.
The wind was biting cold. She was wearing a thick parka over her dress, but it did little to warm her legs.
“Yeah, Mom, everything’s going great,” she’d told her mom during their phone call two days ago. Despite her having been in college for nearly a full semester, her mother continued to call every other day.
“Your grades?” her mom asked.
“Great. I was struggling in one class but I think I’ve pulled that grade up.”
“I’m sure you did, you always do. I’m proud of you, baby.”
Becki wasn’t sure if she was proud of herself.
A pair of headlights pulled up towards the curve and slowed. Dr. McCandless. The car stopped and Becki got in.
Susan looked beautiful but a bit silly dressed in an nineteenth-century Victorian gown of crimson patterned fabric that ballooned out from her waist. She could barely fit its gratuitous folds of fabric into her driver’s seat.
The two arrived at the house. They took the path into the foyer and up the steps to the brick building. The large oak door swung open and Raven stood there to greet them. Becki stopped, in awe of her. Who is this woman? The site of Raven made Becki’s pussy wet. She was stunning, dressed in a gothic Antoinette gown that bellowed out from the waist. The bodice was black, with beaded fringe sleeves and a floor-length black underskirt. The overskirt, also black, was attached to the bodice. The overskirt was adorned with cut and trimmed black satin roses with sparkling purple accents. Dyed purple hair, silky and smooth, fell around a black feathered headband. Pale skin smooth as porcelain appeared to glow next to the dress and her cherry lipstick. In her hand she carried a black mask on a stick. Her large dark eyes studied Becki, both menacing and sensual. Becki couldn’t find words.
“It’s rude not to greet me properly, and it may warrant a punishment.”
Becki’s pussy tingled. “Hello, Mistress.”
“That’s better. You learn very quickly. I can’t say the same for Susan, but I think she enjoys the pain.”
Susan stood behind Becki. “I do enjoy the pain,” Susan admitted.
The corner of Raven’s mouth turned upward, the only time she had displayed anything remotely close to a smile in Becki’s presence.
“Take her upstairs. Her outfit is on the bed. Make sure she is dressed and made up. The guests will be coming shortly.”
A leather black-and-white maid’s uniform sat on the bed. Beside it were fishnet stockings and black high heels.
“Get dressed,” Susan said, leaving the room.
Becki disrobed and then picked up the maid outfit, inspecting it carefully. It was a soft, buttery leather and must have cost a fortune. She slipped it over her skin. It was small. It stretched over her body like latex, the soft leather stretching just enough in the right spots. She put on the stockings. The large holes made her look even more like a slut. The shoes had exceptionally tall heels. She doubted she could navigate in them for a few minutes, much less an entire evening. She sat on the bed and slipped them on, buckling them around her ankles. She stood, feeling the awkward height that the heels added to her frame. She took her first tentative step and nearly toppled.
Susan returned to see Becki’s first attempts to walk in the heels.
“Try to walk naturally—the shoes will do the rest. You don’t want to look clumsy.”
“That’s easier said than done,” Becki said. Trying to get the hang of the shoes, Becki walked back and forth in the bedroom. She felt she had much better control than when she started but had no idea how she was going to get down the stairs. “It’s going to be a long night in these.”
“It doesn’t matter, you’ll be on your knees most of the night anyway.”
Before the guests arrived Susan put a black piece of silk over Becki’s head with two eyeholes for her to see. She knotted it in the back.
“What’s this?”
“Your mask.” Susan slipped a highly decorated porcelain mask over her own face that attached in the back with elastic. “It’s a costume party. Guests like to keep their anonymity.”
Guests arrived. Eight total. All women and all dressed in period ball gowns and masks. Classical music, mostly pieces where the lute was featured prominently, played softly in the background. The women laughed, talked, and ambled around the apartment. In the middle of everything was Raven, the nucleus, while Becki served rounds of drinks and finger foods on silver trays.
“Everyone, may I have your attention,” Raven said, clanking a spoon to the side of a crystal goblet. Raven took Becki by the hand and put her arm around her. “I’d like to introduce my new Tiddler.”
The audience cheered and applauded. Comments came from the group, murmurs over the den of approval. “She’s stunning.” “She looks decadent.”
Susan came and took Becki into the kitchen.
“What’s a Tiddler?”
“A Tiddler goes around and sneaks under guests’ dresses, gets between their thighs and teases them with licks and nibbles. It’s a party favorite.”
The words echoed in the kitchen. Becki wasn’t sure she heard Susan correctly. “Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
It took a long time for the words to sink into Becki’s brain. Anxiety filled her, causing the pit of her stomach to do flip-flops. “I don’t think I can do it.”
Susan pulled Becki close to her and kissed her. Their lips locked tenderly, Susan’s hand holding her face. “Yes, you can. Be a good slut and do what you’re told.”
This woman turns me on, Becki thought.
“They’re expecting you to do it. Just nibble a little. They’ll giggle, they’ll talk, they may want more, but don’t linger, move along. Keep down on your knees, get between their thighs, and lick and nibble. Don’t wait for permission and make sure you get everyone at least once.”
I can’t believe I’m going to do this. Becki took a deep breath. My first lesbian experience a week ago and now I’m offered up for oral sex to a room full of women. The idea terrified her. Becki pushed the curtain to the side and moved into the living room. This is true humiliation. She dropped to her knees and crawled into the group.
The grandfather clock chimed the hour. The women smiled when they saw the Tiddler approach. They continued their conversations. Anticipation grew, each woman chortling about who Becki would select first.
Here it goes. Dropping to her knees, Becki crawled under the first woman’s gown. She found the woman was wearing fishnet stockings and no panties. Her legs were lean and muscular. She had a tattoo of a devil on her right thigh. If Becki had to guess, she’d say the woman was mid-thirties and her body was in excellent shape, her pussy shaved bald. She could hear the women chatting outside the layers of the gown. Becki poked her head up between the woman’s thighs and nibbled with her lips at the woman’s pussy. The woman giggled. She gave her vulva a couple quick licks then came out from under the dress and moved to the next one.
The next lady was younger, maybe early twenties. She too wore no panties and had a full black bush. Becki nuzzled her nose into her furry love patch. She licked at the woman’s outer lips. The woman spread her legs apart to allow Becki to access her clit. Becki licked her clit until she could taste the woman’s juices, then moved on to the next woman.
I am here to please. She nibbled sweet pussy. She moved to the next; it was furry and gray. She went to the next; it was bald. I am nothing but a servant. I obey Mistress Raven. She licked the next woman. This is getting me very hot. Becki lifted up her own skirt when no one could see her and played with her pussy. She drew circles on her clit with her fingers but couldn’t finish. She had to move on to the next woman. Her knees were aching from crawling on the hardwood floor. She did not stop. She could
not stop.
As the party drew to a close, Raven stopped everyone. The music was off and the room was silent. You could hear a pin drop. Becki knelt in the middle of the room, her knees red and sore, circled by the guests, Raven standing at her side. “Let’s give a big hand for the Tiddler!” Raven announced.
The women applauded. “Wonderful selection,” one woman said.
“I noticed that she enjoyed her work so much she was touching herself,” Raven said. The host of women chuckled. “Let’s allow her some satisfaction.” Raven looked down at Becki. “Pull up your skirt and masturbate for us.”
Becki looked around the room, her heart suddenly beating rapidly in her chest. She felt her pulse in her ears. Silence. All the eyes on her. She pulled up her skirt and traced circles around her clit with her middle finger. She began to moan. All of the eyes on her added to her arousal. That’s it, look at my sweet young pussy, look at how hot this makes me. She eased her middle finger into her pussy, then came back out and rubbed her clit. I’m going to cum. I can feel it! Her shallow breaths increased. The grandfather clock struck eleven o’clock the moment her head fell back and she came on her fingers as every woman at the party watched her. She squeezed her hand in her thighs. The orgasm was intense and swift, then it was over. She looked up with guilty eyes at the group. A few of them were making out. One had her gown lifted up and was allowing two others to rub on her pussy.
Raven leaned down to Becki. “Come with me, the real party has just begun.” Raven took Becki by the hand and led her upstairs through one of the curtained doorways.
As the others began making love or screwing, whichever they called it, behind them Raven led Becki into the familiar bedroom loaded with antiques and the circular bed with satin sheets. She guided Becki into the bed, the cold, smooth sheets luxurious on her skin, Raven’s touch sensual and warm.
I want this so bad. I want you to have me. Becki shut her eyes and leaned back into the soft pillows. Raven stood beside her, removing her gown. Once her long, sleek body, milky white skin and octopus tattoo on her thigh, was free of her clothing, Raven slid into bed beside Becki. Her body is exquisite, Becki thought. She shut her eyes again. She felt Raven’s lips on hers. They kissed, their tongues dancing. Raven was firm yet gentle. The dominant creature had been replaced with tender love. Raven’s soft hands ran down her body.