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by Ella Ford

  Suddenly, I was overcome with a powerful need to share in her exploration, I had to taste her as she tasted me. I pulled back from her and she squealed in frustration, pouncing forwards to grab me again. I swung my legs over her and grabbed her shoulders, wrestling her down to the bed with breathless enthusiasm. I landed on her, pinning her beneath me with my body. Our breasts met, skin sticky with perspiration sliding together in a hot clinch. Then I moved again, rotating my body while keeping her pinned, until my head was between her legs and hers between mine. She yelped in joy as her quarry was available to her once more, and she gripped my thighs once more to prevent further escape. Then she lifted her head to my pussy and attacked me with renewed vigor, sucking at my labia with an unequaled hunger.

  I screamed out and arched my back upwards, longing to release the tension that was building inside. I struggled to regain control, trying to remember why I’d repositioned myself in the first place when this horny girl was so eager to please me. Then I caught a glimpse of Beth’s young pussy and I remembered my intent. Without hesitation, without a single thought of how strange it was, I dropped my head and coiled my arms around her thighs in a mirror of Beth’s own grip. With a single sweep, I ran my tongue through the moist folds of her labia. The taste was exquisite! Like nothing I’d ever tasted before - the distillation of desire, a taboo sensation that sent me into a wild frenzy the likes of which Jeremy had never managed to provoke.

  I tightened my grip and pulled her closer, plunging deeper into her, relishing every new taste, every vital flavor. I found her tight hole and drilled into it with the tip of my tongue, then pulled back and plunged two fingers into her. She screamed out beneath me, her entire body becoming rigid as I entered her. I continued to thrust my fingers in and out, stretching her with a third digit, massaging her clit with my thumb as I worked. She screamed and writhed and moaned, then began to return the favor. I felt her enter me with her own hand, meeting no resistance from my dripping hole. My pussy felt stretched and I longed for her to fill me more, endlessly.

  For an eternity, we remained locked together like this. Hands, fingers, mouths, tongues, all moving in perfect harmony, our bodies forming a optimal feedback loop of sexual energy. Urges amplified and reflected, pleasure only growing.

  Until finally, the mounting feelings could be contained no longer. As one, we released ourselves into orgasm. I felt Beth explode beneath me at the precise second that my own pussy erupted. In an instant, my mind went blank, erased in a flash of white energy as every nerve ending was overloaded with a burst of pure pleasure. I threw my head back and screamed, feeling Beth’s fingernails digging into the soft flesh of my thighs. Harder and harder the orgasm raged, and I began to fear that it might never release me. I pulled Beth’s body closer into me, smearing my face in her, trying in vain to merge ourselves together in this perfect union.

  And then the orgasm released me. I fell to the side, sliding off Beth and collapsing to the bed beside her. My entire being ached with exertion and fulfilment, I’d never felt anything like this before. For an unknown time, I lay there, muscles twitching, synapses firing, unable to process the extent of what we’d done.

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  Again and again that night, we came together. Beth was insatiable in both her desire and her need to please me. With each new orgasm, I gained confidence in my domination, and Beth appeared to accept her submission. And yet, my hunger was not yet fulfilled. I began to think beyond that night, to plot, to scheme, to entertain notions that hours before would have been unthinkable...

  Chapter 3: Choices

  Now

  The four of us left the Viewing Room through the door we’d entered by and headed for the living room. Elise numbly accepted my arm and I led her across the hall. Behind us, Beth and Christa followed, keeping their distance and heads bowed.

  When we reached the living room, I directed Elise to the sofa and had her sit. She accepted without question and lowered herself down, each movement stiff and halting, her face a perfect picture of confusion. I sat down beside her and angled my body so that I was facing towards her, our knees almost touching.

  “Girls, kneel,” I said off-handedly to Beth and Christa. The two dolls moved to the center of the room and lowered themselves to their knees on the edge of the rug, approximately four feet from where we sat. As one, they crossed their arms behind their backs, parted their knees so that their shaven pussies were visible to me and lowered their heads. “Good girls,” I said with a smile.

  Elise regarded the two girls with a look of fascination and revulsion. “I don’t understand, why do you let her do that to you?” she said, aiming the question at Christa and Beth.

  The two kneeling girls remained completely still and completely silent. “Beth, you may answer Elise’s question,” I said, freeing Beth to speak.

  The brunette looked up and smiled at the reporter. “I belong to my Mistress,” she offered sweetly.

  Elise shook her head. “No, you belong to yourself. You don’t belong to anyone else!” she snapped.

  Beth’s perfect smile never faltered. “I choose to belong to my Mistress,” she said simply, and returned to her submissive pose.

  The young reporter turned back to face me. She stared beyond me and appeared deep in thought. I allowed her a moment to process the information that she’d received. “How many do you have? Dolls… I mean girls?”

  “I have only the six you have seen, for now. Some have been with me longer than others, some are newer arrivals. Would you like a tea my dear?”

  Elise ignored the question. Her mind seemed to have come alive and was working at what she did best, being a reporter. “I asked you before if they were slaves… are they?”

  “What is a slave Elise?”

  “Someone forced to do something against their will.”

  “Then they are not slaves.”

  “I don’t believe you. You must have some hold over them. Is it money?”

  “My dolls receive no money from me. They are here because they wish to be.”

  “What happens if one of them want to leave?”

  “Then they leave. Several of my girls have left me before. One of them went on to become a collector herself. I can introduce you if you wish?” I added sweetly.

  “Is it a sex thing?”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.

  “Are they sex slaves?”

  “Are you asking if I have sex with them?” She nodded. “Of course, my girls pleasure me in whichever way I see fit, and each other.” I paused and let the bluntness of my reply sink in. “May I ask you a question Elise?”

  She seemed surprised. “Of-of course.”

  “Do you ever wake up in the morning and wish that someone else would make all of the hard decisions? That your day was completely known, completely mapped out?”

  She looked around, expecting a trick question. “I-I… of course, doesn’t everyone?”

  “Does the world ever seem too much for you Elise? Do you ever think that it would be better to have no feelings, to be a blank automaton?”

  “I’m not sure I…” She paused and thought a second. “Yes,” she breathed.

  “Then the lives of my girls may not be as foreign and peculiar as you imagine. They have simply given themselves to me, relinquished control over their existence to someone else. They find pleasure in obedience, because they don’t have to take responsibility for their actions.”

  I clicked my fingers and pointed at the floor in front of where we sat. Beth and Christa responded instantly and crawled across to us, returning to their kneeling postures with practised ease.

  “Allow me to demonstrate. Christa, kiss Beth. Beth, don’t respond.”

  “It’s really not…” began Elise trying to protest. But before she could continue her sentence, Christa had pivoted around on the rug until she faced Beth. Parting her knees, she shuffled forwards so that Beth was positioned between her legs. Beth remained statue-still and motionless as Christa leaned towar
ds her and lightly touched her lips to Beth’s. Christa pulled back for a second, then leaned in again and kissed Beth harder this time, flicking her eager tongue across the other girl’s expressionless mouth.

  I looked away from my performing pets and studied Elise’s expression. She seemed captivated by the exhibition before her. Her wide-eyed stare a picture of intrigue and confusion. I wondered idly to myself whether she was ready yet.

  “Sit back on the sofa Elise,” I ventured.

  Elise turned to look at me quizzically. “What…?” she asked.

  “Sit back.” To my relief, the reporter shuffled back in the seat and sat back, uncrossing her legs in the process. I snapped my fingers, causing Christa to pull back from Beth’s mouth and return to her kneeling position.

  “Girls. I want you to take off Elise’s shoes and massage her feet. You may use your mouths if you wish,” I said, never shifting my gaze from Elise’s face.

  Her eyes widened and she sat forwards. “Wait, I… there’s been a mistake… I’m not…”

  “Not what? A lesbian?” She nodded numbly but offered no further protest. Before her, Christa and Beth each took hold of one of her feet and shifted forwards. As I watched, the girls slid Elise’s pretty pink heels off, teasing out the motion with the expert skill of professionals. They then took hold of Elise’s nylon covered toes and began to gently rub her soles with their thumbs. It was Christa who cracked first, giving in to the temptation of taste and lifting Elise’s leg after just a few seconds. With obvious relish, she swept her eager tongue over the reporter’s perfect arch. The blonde lawyer had a thing for feet, a facet of her personality that I enjoyed regularly myself.

  Elise gasped as Christa’s wet tongue touched her foot, and she dug her fingers into the material of the couch. Beth noted the response and began her own oral exploration of Elise, plunging the reporter’s toes between her lips and sucking on the soft pantyhose covered digits. Elise cried out, in both surprise and excitement.

  “You don’t need to be a lesbian,” I said to her with a smile. “This is simply a demonstration of what it means to be a collector, and what it means to be collected.”

  Elise nodded distantly, her mind was elsewhere. Beth had plunged her nose into the space behind Elise’s toes and was inhaling deeply, before nibbling her way along the arch of her foot, relishing every exquisite taste. Meanwhile, Christa was planting kisses along the length of Elise’s sole, alternating quick flicks of her tongue over that delicious flesh.

  “As a reporter, you should value this insight. Do you feel this is a valuable experience Elise?” I asked, mockingly.

  Elise nodded. “It’s… uh… very useful…”

  I reached down and touched Elise’s arm. She flinched at my touch, senses heightened by the unrelenting attention.

  “You’ve done very well my dear, you’ve done as you’ve been told and played along with my foolish whims. But I want to give you a taste of the other side.”

  “Wh-what do you mean?” gasped Elise.

  “I want you to choose which one you would like - Christa or Beth.”

  Elise looked at me with a confused look on her face, punctuated by wide eyed surprise as Christa and Beth continued to devour her feet and discover new ways to make her feel pleasure. “I-I don’t understand,” she managed to whisper.

  “I want you to choose which girl you would like to eat your pussy,” I stated matter-of-factly, relishing this display of power and dominance. I enjoyed little more in this world than introducing straight girls to the world of sapphic lust. I loved to watch them fight it every step of the way, only relinquishing their prejudices when an eager tongue finds its way to their dripping cunts.

  Elise pulled back and turned to me, looking shocked and repulsed. “I told you, I’m not a lesbian! I don’t want to do that?”

  “Don’t you?” I smiled knowingly.

  “No!”

  “Then, you may leave. But on the off-chance that this is not what you really want, I shall make the offer one more time. Choose either Beth or Christa to eat your pussy.”

  The room fell silent. Beth and Christa had pulled back from Elise’s feet and were watching with rapt attention as the power struggle played out before them. I could see in their eyes that each of them hoped that she would be picked. My girls loved the taste of pussy, especially nervous first time pussy like this. Good girls.

  Meanwhile, Elise sat back and fell silent. It was obvious that a storm of conflicting emotions was raging in her mind. Were these feelings that she was confronting for the first time? Or was I simply tapping into an existing reservoir of desire? Loosening a dam that held back a deluge of possibility?

  And then, unexpectedly, she stood, stooping only to pick up her discarded shoes. “I’m sorry, I have to leave,” she said quietly, then hurried to the door, disappearing into the hall.

  I felt a wave of confusion descend on me. I didn’t normally judge people so badly, I’d thought I had her. I sensed a similar disappointment from both Christa and Beth. My girls were unusually empathic when it came to my moods - if I was unhappy, they were unhappy.

  From the hallway, I heard the door open. And then, silence.

  After several seconds, Elise reappeared at the living room entrance, her shoes still dangling from her fingers. We waited.

  “I choose… Christa....” she whispered, so quiet I could barely hear her.

  “Speak up Elise,” I said.

  “I said I choose Christa… to eat my pussy,” she repeated and hung her head down as though undergoing a surrender and submission of her own.

  Before

  The morning after my first night with Beth, I was woken up by the sound of a floorboard creaking in the room. I sat up straight in bed, struggling to remember where I was, desperately trying to acclimatize to the early morning light as quickly as possible.

  Across the room, Beth was heading in the direction of the door. Her hair was an intriguing mess and her white blouse had been pulled on in a hurry, barely stopping to fasten the buttons. In her hands, she clutched her purse, shoes and a tangled ball of pantyhose and underwear.

  “Where are you going Beth?” I asked pointedly.

  She stopped walking and I heard a sharp inhale of breath. “I’m… I’m going back to my room. I need to get ready for work.” She didn’t turn to face me.

  “Stand up straight,” I said, irritated by the way she hunched her shoulders. She responded instantly, straightening her back and holding her head up.

  “Listen,” she began, and I sensed her next words. “Last night was lovely… but it was a mistake. It was not me. Not who I am. I don’t know you.” She still didn’t turn to face me.

  I felt a rising panic. This isn’t what I expected. I’d planned an elaborate day of exploration with my new lover. I didn’t expect that I was going to be a shameful one night stand. I even intended to eat breakfast off her body for goodness sake! The thought of losing her sickened me.

  My mind raced at a million miles a second. And then my thoughts collapsed on a single point, a single notion. The memory of how it had felt to demand from Beth exactly what I had wanted, how it had felt to have her obey me utterly. To be so in control.

  The overwhelming sense of panic, the fear of losing her, that was the Claudia who had been married to Jeremy. Constantly doubting herself, never knowing what she wanted, a slave to another. But I was different now. In an evening filled with new tastes, the one taste I enjoyed the most was the taste of control I’d had. I decided to take a risk.

  “Put your things down Beth, turn around and come back here. Kneel beside the bed.” I stated my intent as clearly as I could manage, never allowing a single doubt to surface. I wanted her to surrender to me, so I had to feel as though I was worth surrendering to.

  To my surprise, not to mention relief, Beth stopped creeping across the room. She paused for a fraction of a second, then released her bundle of possessions to the floor. She turned to face me, head bowed and eyes lowered. Without
a single word, she hurried back to the bed and lowered herself to her knees beside it. She gazed up at me expectantly.

  I cast aside the bedsheets and turned to the table beside me. From the drawer, I pulled a notepad and pen and began to write hurriedly.

  “Your old life is over now Beth, do you understand?” I said as I wrote.

  “Yes, Miss Ross,” replied Beth without hesitation. Was it my imagination or did I detect a note of relief in her voice? Was her intended departure a subtle manipulation? Forcing me into a position? It didn’t matter.

  “You belong to me now. You’re my property. You don’t go anywhere unless I say so, is that clear?” I fleshed out the fantasy that had been forming in my mind all night.

  “Yes, Miss Ross,” she replied. Every capitulation was a step that could not be retraced.

  “Shortly I will dismiss you and you will leave this room and return to yours. Today, you will speak to your boss and resign from your job. You will then book a plane ticket and come to this address.” I handed her the piece of paper. “You should bring no possessions, I will dress you as I see fit. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Miss Ross.”

  She folded the piece of paper and clutched it to her chest.

  “And you accept that in doing this, you are relinquishing control of your life to me? That you are becoming my property, to do with as I desire?”

  “Of course, Miss Ross.” I could scarcely believe that this was happening. Was she going along with my sordid desire so readily?

  I shifted my body to the edge of the bed and swung my legs down so that my pussy was facing her, mere inches from her face. She gazed at it with a longing that I had never seen Jeremy express in fifteen years of marriage. A momentary twinge of regret blossomed in my mind, so many lost years.

  I reached forward and cupped my palm around her cheek. She leaned lovingly into my touch, closing her eyes and sighing with an audible coo. Then I tugged her gently forwards until her mouth was touching my pussy. It would be many days before I saw her again, I wanted to give her a taste to remember me by.