The next afternoon, one of Satomi’s jets took off from the small Rhinebeck Airport. In the back of the tastefully appointed cabin, Mi Jong and Miko had joined Kathy once more.
Chapter Seven – Miss Kim
The flight back to Pittsburgh took slightly more than two hours. The ugly Asian women spoke to each other in their native language, occasionally glancing at Kathy and suppressing smiles. As the jet began its descent, Miko handed Kathy an envelope. “Instructions from Abul,” she said.
He had used her computer and her embossed stationary. She read: “I will not be at the house when you arrive. Changes have been made. A young woman I have known in the past has come to live there. She is from Vietnam. You will address her as Miss Kim. I have placed her in charge of the household. You are to defer to her in all matters. You are to obey her as you would me. Do not hesitate. Do not protest. If you fail to do exactly as she orders or fail to show her absolute respect, you will be sent back to the Doctor and his nephew immediately. These are Mr. Satomi’s rules and you must obey them.” The note was unsigned.
So, Kathy thought, she was to have two masters. It was bad enough having to submit to the hated Abul in her own house. Now, this Miss Kim had been put in charge of the household. Good God, this was her house, hers and Jeff’s. They had approved the plans, watched it being built, planted the shrubs and flowerbeds. Before they were married they’d bought the furniture. After their wonderful wedding celebration, they had come back to the house and made love in the big four-poster bed. Most remarkably, they were both virgins. Now, these horrible strangers had taken possession of her home. Now, the filthy animal, Abul, and probably his mistress slept in her bed. Impossible! However, the new addition might prove to be a blessing. Certainly Abul was fond of the woman or he wouldn’t have asked Mr. Satomi to send for her. In that case, perhaps Abul would spend most of his time with this Kim person.
Kathy remembered Madam Khe and recalled how well she and the Chinese woman had gotten along together. It might be possible to form a friendship with Miss Kim. She turned to Miko. “Abul says the new mistress of the house is a young lady from Vietnam. Have you seen her?” Miko nodded. “How old would you say she is?”
“Nineteen,” Miko said.
Good, Kathy thought, how demanding could a nineteen year old be? “What kind of a person is she, Miko?”
Miko and Mi Jong exchanged glances, “She is like you...a whore.” The two women chuckled.
The familiar black limousine met them at Satomi’s special hanger. Twenty minutes later Kathy followed Miko and Mi Jong into her house. The driver disappeared into the garage with her suitcase. “You wait here for mistress,” Miko said. She and Mi Jong went down the hall to the bedroom opposite hers and closed the door behind them. Kathy stood in the middle of her own living room thinking of ways she might make a friend of the young woman Abul had placed in charge. After several minutes, she heard the door of her room open and close. Then, framed in the entrance of the hallway, appeared what Kathy immediately judged to be a trailer-trash ignorant Asian slut.
Kathy was five foot three. The woman in the doorway was much shorter and very thin. She wore a red leather mini-skirt and a black leather halter. Her rib cage and hipbones were clearly visible. On her narrow feet were red stiletto heels that consisted of little more than a strap across the line of her toes and another around her ankles. Her jet-black hair was straight and, like Kathy’s, cut in a short bob. A fringe of bangs crossed her forehead. Her almond shaped eyes were heavily made up as was her wide mouth. Her mouth was disproportionately large, her lips puffy and full.
She slouched against the wall appraising Kathy. Her jaw worked automatically chewing and cracking a wad of gum and between the fingers of her left hand she held a burning cigarette. Deliberately, she flicked the ash to the rug. “You like gum?” she asked in a high childish voice.
The question surprised Kathy. She shook her head, “No, not particularly,” she replied.
Kim crooked at finger at her. Kathy crossed to stand before the small woman who drew on her cigarette and blew the smoke into Kathy’s face. “I am Miss Kim. That’s what you call me, Miss Kim.” She waited. Kathy said nothing. Frowning, she continued, “I am boss of this place now.” Again she paused. Kathy looked down at her not responding. She saw the anger flash in the younger woman’s eyes. “Get on knees,” Kim ordered. Kathy resisted the impulse to slap the little bitch’s face. ‘I should have known better’, she thought. No one but an ignorant pig like this would associate with Abul. Kim stamped her foot, “On knees!” she shouted, pointing to the floor. Kathy continued to stare down at her, not moving. Kim took another long drag on her cigarette and stepped back. “I know what was on paper Miko give you. I know Abul’s orders. I know about sister-in-law, this Mary Margaret who is in the Facility. I know about German doctor who wants to give you to his crazy relative. You don’t obey me maybe you like to go back to doctor?” She paused and held Kathy’s gaze through narrowed eyes. Once more she pointed to the floor. “This is last time I tell you. Kneel.”
Slowly, Kathy got to her knees. She bowed her head noticing the purple lacquer on Kim’s long toenails was chipped. Kim flicked another ash on the rug. “Look up and open mouth,” she said. When Kathy lifted her head and parted her lips, the younger woman took the gum from her own mouth and viciously pushed it into Kathy’s. “Who gives a shit if you don’t like gum,” she said. Kathy gagged and was ready to spit it out. “Chew, bitch!” Kim demanded. The thick wad of gum was flavorless. Kathy began to chew. “You like Miss Kim’s gum?” Kathy looked at the floor saying nothing. “Say it, damn you! Say you like Miss Kim’s gum and look at me.”
Kathy raised her head, “I like Miss Kim’s gum,” she said.
The Vietnamese woman took a several fresh sticks of gum from her pocket and unwrapped three, which she rolled up and put into her mouth. “I chew gum all time. When flavor gone, I give to you. You thank me. You thank me for everything. All the time you thank me. I am boss lady here. You understand?”
Kathy looked up at her angrily, “I understand,” she said.
Kim took a step forward. “Kiss my feet,” she commanded. Kathy waited a moment, clenching her fists, then she lowered her head and pressed her lips to the woman’s dark toes. “I see on tape this is how you show respect to Abul. From now on, you show me respect same way.” She put her hand under Kathy’s chin forcing her to look up. “What do you say to me?”
“Thank you, Miss Kim.”
“You do what I say, maybe I let you suck my toes,” Kim laughed. She crossed the room and sat in one of the leather chairs. “Come,” she said, pointing to the floor in front of her. “Crawl.” How could this be, Kathy thought. She was in her own house crawling on her hands and knees to a nineteen-year-old Asian slut. When Kathy was kneeling before her tormentor, Kim slid her short red skirt back and parted her thin legs. Her bony pubis was as bald as Kathy’s own. The tight slit of her cunt glistened. She spread her legs wider crooking a finger at Kathy, “I see on tape how you do old Chinese bitch at Facility. Now, you gonna do me like that, nice and slow. Yes?” Kathy didn’t move. “I have remote for your cunt brushes. I have telephone direct to Facility. It nighttime there. They drag sister-in-law out of bed and whip her.”
Kathy inched forward, “I’ll do what you say.”
“Must ask. Must say, ‘Please Miss Kim, let me lick cunt’.”
Kathy hesitated, then looked up, the hatred burning in her eyes, “Please Miss Kim, allow me to lick your cunt,” she said.
“Keep hands on floor. Lick slow while I tell you about your duties here.” Tentatively, Kathy began to tongue the purple slit. Kim used no deodorants and it was obvious she hadn’t bathed recently. The musky stench was sickening. Kim leaned back in the chair. “After you make me cum, you gonna clean house then give me manicure and pedicure. You know how to do that?”
Kathy answered without raising her head, “No. I’ve always had my nails done.”
“You know who
do them?” Kim’s voice rose in anger. “People like me, that’s who. When I come to America that’s what I do. I shape and file and paint fingernails of rich bitches like you. I do same with toes. I bend over ugly feet of white women and clean toes, file toenails, paint them, blow dry. All day I say, ‘Thank you, mam. Please come back, mam. Hope you happy with my work, mam’.” She leaned forward. “Lick,” she said. Once more Kathy buried her head between the woman’s thighs. After several minutes, Kim continued, “You clean house. Do dishes. Scrub toilets. Sometimes make meals. You serve me and Abul in bed or wherever we want you. Also you my personal servant. Abul’s orders. You fill bath. Dry me with towels. Massage with creams. You learn to give manicures and pedicures just like I did. You say ‘Thank you, Miss Kim. Hope you are happy with my work, Miss Kim’.” Suddenly she grabbed Kathy’s face between her hands and leaned toward it. Kathy’s mouth was wet with cunt juice. “And when I say, ‘Show Miss Kim respect’, what you do?”
“I kiss your feet.”
“That’s right. On your knees and quick.” She licked her lips and, parting them slightly, brought them close to Kathy’s. Kim’s bright red swollen lips glistened with spittle. Kathy could feel her own breath quicken and the rush of heat to her crotch. She tried to fight against the thought of it, but suddenly she was aware that she wanted what a moment ago would have seemed insane. She wanted to feel this young slut’s wet mouth on hers. Sensing this, the Asian woman laughed and drew back. “Spit your gum on the floor. You can clean up later.” Kathy did as she was told. Kim licked her lips again causing the scarlet lipstick to shine. Once more, she brought her face close to Kathy’s. “I think you want to tongue kiss. Want to taste inside my mouth. Want to taste my spit. Yes?” She released her hold on Kathy’s face and sat back. “My lips very soft, very warm. I kiss good. Can ask Abul.”
Kathy continued to look up at her. She felt the color rise to her cheeks. “No,” she said, “no I...I...”
Kim leaned forward and with the tip of her pink tongue circled her lips. Keeping them parted she moved closer until her wide mouth was almost touching Kathy’s. “I think ‘yes’,” she whispered.
“Yes,” Kathy whispered, “please.”
Kim pulled back quickly, “Well you gonna wait. Think about it and wait. Think about how much you want to tongue kiss me. Want my soft lips on yours. Think about it all time. Make cunt wet thinking about it. Maybe some day after you show much respect and beg, I will let you.” She took the gum from her mouth and placed it in her open palm, which she held out to Kathy. “For now, you taste my spit in this.”
Kathy was surprised and dismayed with how quickly she bent her head over the wad of gum and took it into her mouth. The gum was still warm. “What you say?” the woman asked spreading her legs wider and leaning back in the chair.
“Thank you, Miss Kim. I...I...like it...the taste of...of...your mouth.” She inched forward, “Please let me make you cum.”
Kim smiled to herself and nodded. After a long time Kim, still lying back, thrust her pelvis up and ground it into Kathy’s mouth as she came. Kathy continued to lick until the orgasm subsided. “Respect,” Kim said. Obediently, Kathy lowered her head to the younger women’s feet and parting her lips kissed the dirty toes of one foot and then the other. She looked up.
“Thank you, Miss Kim,” she said. She felt the sticky wet secretions of her own pussy ooze down her thighs. At the same time she despised herself for becoming aroused and for groveling at the feet of this stupid nineteen-year-old girl.
Kim nodded and stood. “One thing more you should know. Abul and me were together before he kill your husband. We much alike. He hates you. Thinks you feel like you better than him. Abul proud man. Has to be best. You make him feel small. Your respect is not real. So, Mrs. Ryan, I think Abul rather marry me than you.” She grinned down at Kathy. “What happen if Abul not agree to marry with you?”
The thought of it struck terror to Kathy’s heart. “Mr. Satomi said that if Abul doesn’t marry me, I will be given to Doctor Gruber.”
“Yeah. And the crazy German will give you to his crazy nephew and that’s the end of Mrs. Ryan. I hear stories about them madmen.”
“But Miss Kim....,” Kathy began.
The Asian woman held up her hand. “Don’t want to hear no more. You go to basement. Little bedroom there now is your room. Abul and me now have the big bedroom up here. Find uniform that Abul pick for you. Put it on and clean house. Give me manicure and pedicure. Abul be home in two hours.”
The uniform was much as Kathy expected it would be: A short black skirt completely split up both sides. Along the bottom of the front and back flaps of the skirt were snaps, which could be hooked into similar snaps imbedded in the wide leather belt. Both Kathy’s ass and pussy could be exposed without removing the skirt. There was also a transparent white nylon tunic that, like the skirt, was open along both sides. Grommet eyelets were spaced evenly along its hem. Next to the tunic was a wide black leather collar with a heavy iron “O” ring attached to the front buckle. Small hooks circled the bottom of the collar. The tunic could be folded up and attached to these thereby exposing Kathy’s breasts. The uniform included a tiny white apron and black leather pumps with four-inch heels. Kathy spit the gum into a wastebasket.
‘I’m to wear this obscene outfit and be a maid here in my own house. I’m to personally serve that arrogant little bitch. I’m to do whatever it takes to persuade the man who murdered my husband to marry me. In addition, Mary Margaret’s safety depends on my complete submission to Abul. If I fail, Fredrick is waiting for me and, no doubt, Mary Margaret will be sent to Abul. That, I think, would be the death of both of us.’ Kathy sat on the edge of the narrow bed and let the tears flow for several minutes. She cursed herself for signing the contract. She cursed Satomi, and Abul. She cursed the damn cap that covered her clitoris. She cursed the Doctor, and the snotty little bitch that had become her latest tormentor. Reluctantly she stood and, wiping away her tears, crossed to the small bathroom.
She showered and put on her uniform. Then she made up her face, brushed her hair, and lay down on the single bed for a few minutes. She thought of Kim’s wide mouth, the wet puffy lips. She thought of Kim’s gum in her own mouth and how warm it was when she took it from Kim’s hand. She remembered the pungent taste of Kim’s cunt. She felt her own cunt moisten. Although she often felt that either anger or fear was about to overwhelm her, there was always this other thing...this sinking sensation in her stomach, this electric flow to her crotch, this insatiable sexual hunger that both shamed and excited her.
She got up and climbed the stairs trying to recall in which closet she’d last seen the vacuum. When she’d finished cleaning, she knocked tentatively on the door of the master bedroom, which, not many months ago, she’d shared with Jeff.
“Yeah,” Kim called.
As Kathy entered, Kim wearing one of Kathy’s silk robes, rose from the bed and crossed to the dressing table where she sat motioning for Kathy to come to her. “House clean for master Abul?” she asked.
“Yes, Miss Kim.”
“You like licking my cunt?’
“Yes, Miss Kim. I liked licking your cunt.”
“Maybe tonight I let you...” she paused and ran her tongue over her lips, “What you like me to let you do?” she asked indicating Kathy was to come closer and kneel.
Kathy got to her knees again and looked up at the soft wet mouth of the young Asian woman. “I...I...would very much if you would give me permission to...to...tongue kiss you.”
Kim pursed her lips in a mock kiss and shook her head. “But I told you, Mrs. Ryan, you must wait. Is something you earn by serving me in other ways.” She brought from the drawer of the table several bottles of nail polish, polish remover, cotton balls, and small brushes, scissors , and a file. She arranged these on the table. “Fingernails first, then toes,” she said. She handed Kathy the antiseptic smelling remover and some cotton.
Following Kim’s instructions, Kath
y bent to her task, first cleaning the woman’s long fingernails and then cutting and filing them to sharp points. During the procedure, the Asian woman studied Kathy but didn’t say anything. After the nails were shaped, Kim nodded and Kathy carefully applied the dark purple lacquer. When she finished she remembered to say, “I hope you are happy with my work, Miss Kim.”
Kim nodded, “Now toes,” she said, giving Kathy a sharp file. For a moment Kathy thought of plunging it through the throat of the arrogant slut. Kim took the ever-present gum from her mouth and held it out to Kathy who leaned forward and parted her lips to accept it.
“Thank you, Miss Kim,” she said.
“Rub feet first with cream. Make soft.” Kathy poured the lavender scented cream into her hands and gently began to rub the thin foot Kim offered her. “Between toes, too,” Kim instructed. Kathy massaged one foot and then the other. “Now, take sharp end of the file and scrape under toenails. Careful not to jab or cut. Must look close, work slow.” Kathy sat on the floor holding Kim’s foot in her lap. She lifted it and began to clean the underside of Kim’s toenails. Kathy remembered having to suck this filth from Abul’s toes and, with a sinking feeling, was sure she would have to do it again.
“You like that? You like being pedicure girl?” Kim asked.
Suddenly Kathy felt the anger boil up in her. She slid back and put down the file. “No!” she stared at the startled girl, “I hate it! I’ve never done anything remotely like this. What right do you have to...to...even be here in my house! You are nothing but...but...” Suddenly the brushes inside the clitoral cap began to turn slowly. Kathy had forgotten they were still there. Everything went out of her head but the electric feeling of the soft brushes stimulating her clitoris. She lifted her skirt and, groaning, put both hands between her legs. Frowning, Kim held up the remote. Kathy bowed her head, “Please,” she whispered, “please.....”
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