by Ella Ford
Chloe was a recent addition to my collection. While Sarah was The Virgin, I thought of Chloe as The Slave. When I posed her, I kept her completely naked other than a leather collar and cuffs around her slender wrists and ankles. I liked to keep Chloe in this state to remind her of her place, to keep her docile and obedient. Because Chloe, of all of my girls, was my wilful problem child.
But tonight Chloe had been permitted the luxury of clothes, though the result was no less erotic. In this scenario, Chloe was playing the role of a hotel maid. I’d dressed her in a ludicrously exaggerated porno-maid dress - an expansive garment with a voluminous, lace skirt that expanded in a blossom of frills and covered far less of her legs than the amount of material in it would suggest! The neckline of the provocative dress plunged down her creamy chest, revealing her ample cleavage and soft flesh. Her full breasts seemed perpetually on the verge of spilling out of the front, and she kept shifting uncomfortably, a futile attempt to retain her modesty - an amusing gesture, given her usual state of total nakedness.
Her legs were clad in sheer black nylon stockings, held in place with a pretty garter belt, and on her feet she wore the most precarious six inch heels I owned. The very idea that she could ever clean a hotel room was laughable - but that wasn’t really the point.
“Miss Ross, you asked to see me?” said Chloe as she entered the room, gently shutting the door behind her. Her voice was low and quiet, her accent refined and controlled. I leaned my head to the side and smiled. There was a note of something in her words, a petulant hint of entitlement and resentment.
It amused me greatly to put Chloe in a situation like this, playing the role of a menial worker. It was a far remove from Chloe’s privileged upbringing and, despite all of her progress in embracing her submission, she still felt discomfort when lowering herself down to the level of those who once served her.
“Come in Chloe, stand there,” I said, pointing at a spot on the floor beside Sarah’s seat. “This is Miss Marshall,” I said, concocting a surname for Sarah. The winsome brunette had never told me her real name. “Miss Marshall is a guest of the hotel, staying in room 1485.”
Chloe nodded and stared at the floor. There was a smouldering fire in her eyes, a hot resentment at being forced to play this reversed role. She was supposed to be the disgruntled hotel guest, it was a role she’d been born for!
“Miss Marshall, would you like to repeat what you told me just now?” I said, turning to Sarah and smiling sweetly.
Sarah straightened up in her chair and cleared her throat. “I was heading out for the day, when I realized I had forgotten my purse,” she drawled in that thick southern accent that I found so enticing. “So I headed back to my room to get it. When I got there, I found her,” she flicked her head in Chloe’s direction dismissively, “looking through my bag.”
“That’s not true! I was cleaning!” spat Chloe, stamping her foot on the floor.
“Settle down Chloe, you’ll get your chance,” I breathed, allowing a note of annoyance in my tone. “Go on Sarah.”
“When I came into the room, she stood up quickly and disappeared into the bathroom. But I saw what it she’d been doing.”
“And, what was that?” I said, allowing myself a moment of excitement as I sensed the building tension. I never gave my dolls a detailed script for these sessions, instead priming them with a vague outline and allowing them to improvise. More often than not, these impromptu scenarios became expressions of the girls’ fantasies as much as mine. And they had very dirty minds indeed.
Sarah reached to the side of the chair and retrieved her purse, stretching out every motion with an agonising precision. She fished in the purse for several seconds and then pulled something out. “She was touching this!” said Sarah with an exaggerated gasp.
In her hands was a thick, purple dildo; an intricately moulded likeness of a cock, rippled with textured veins and terminating in a bulbous head.
I gasped and Chloe joined me. We both sensed the direction that Sarah was taking this scene.
“Oh my!” I said with a sigh. “This is a very serious accusation Chloe,” I said, turning to the redhead. The tall girl had lowered her head and was staring at the floor with furious concentration. “And Miss Marshall is a very, very important guest. Do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Chloe shuffled back and forth on her high heeled shoes. “N-no, Miss Ross,” she whispered.
“Then I have no choice but to let you go…” I said with mock sadness. Over to you, Sarah, I thought with relish.
Sarah gasped. “Oh Miss Ross!” she drawled. “Let’s not be hasty! I’m sure Chloe was just being curious. Maybe she caught a glimpse of this,” she held the dildo aloft, waving it in the air before her face, “and wanted to know what it was.”
I sat back in my chair, suddenly aching to see these two young beauties fucking each others brains out. These weren’t the adventures of Marnie and her childish friends. This scene was driven by a deeper instinct than that of a juvenile’s imagination. “What did you have in mind?”
Sarah licked her lips and turned to Chloe, flicking her eyes up and down the redhead’s tall figure. “Well, back home when I was a little girl,” she began, as though starting a story about her childhood lemonade stand, “my mamma used to say that there’s wasn’t any problem that couldn’t be solved with a good spanking…”
Chloe sighed and closed her eyes. She did love to be spanked.
I raised my eyebrows. “Well, yes, I suppose I could spank Chloe and that might teach her a lesson,” I said, peering over the top of my glasses.
“No!” snapped Sarah suddenly. “I think that it should… I think that it would be better if… if I spanked her!”
There was a flash of desire in her voice, a hungry intonation that seemed at odds with her almost juvenile, innocent image. Of all my girls, Sarah was the most sexually adventurous. An endless paradox in a tiny body.
“Well, that’s most irregular… Guests punishing staff… I’m not sure I…” I said, teasing out the moment for as long as my aching pussy could stand it.
“If you don’t let me spank her, I’ll tell my mamma and she’ll take our account elsewhere,” said Sarah, pursing her lips petulantly, like a child not getting her own way.
I thought for a second, as if preventing this tiny brunette from punishing my tall redhead was ever a real consideration. “Very well,” I nodded. “Chloe, bend over the desk.”
Chloe sighed and rolled her eyes. I clapped my hands and she jumped into life. She stepped forward two strides until she stood directly in front of me on the other side of the desk, then fixed me with a wide-eyed stare and licked her lips. “Yes. Miss Ross,” she said with that familiar note of resentment in her voice. I loved it when she resisted, because I knew how much she wanted it. I felt a familiar warmth rise in my pussy as the redhead lowered herself down on the desk, sliding forward until she was resting on her elbows and her slender, manicured fingers were gripping the edge of the surface, inches from my body.
Sarah watched her get into position, idly sucking on her forefinger, a glazed look of fascination in her eyes. I could feel her excitement, her desire, her lust.
“Miss Marshall. You may begin,” I said, sitting back in my chair, peering down at Chloe as she awaited her fate.
Sarah uncrossed her legs and stood, taking three measured steps over to the desk. She stopped behind Chloe and reached down, gripping the maid’s frilly dress in her hands and gathering it up over her bottom. Chloe sighed as her ass was exposed. She closed her eyes and waited, tightening her grip on the desk.
I found myself unable to take my eyes off Sarah’s pretty young face as she gazed at Chloe. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and absent-mindedly began to chew it, as though lost in thought.
“I think…” she began.
“Go on,” I said, sitting back in my chair and crossing my legs. I glanced down at Chloe. Her green eyes were wide with anticipation and apprehension.
/> “I think... “ continued Sarah, “that I might be able to spank her more easily if… if she was not wearing panties. And…” She paused and I raised an eyebrow. “... and I think that it might be better if we put her panties into her mouth. You know, to stop her from disturbing the other guests?”
Chloe groaned and whimpered, as I smiled to myself. Sarah was a dirty little minx who liked nothing more than to tease my other dolls. It was why I enjoyed including her in these play sessions so much. She had such an exquisitely filthy imagination.
“Well, if you think it will help, Miss Marshall,” I said with a smirk.
Sarah clapped her hands together and her face lit up, then she hooked her fingers into the lace waistband of Chloe’s panties and slowly, enticingly, pulled them down Chloe’s long legs.
As her pussy and ass were exposed, Chloe sighed and closed her eyes. Despite her protestations, I knew that Chloe was enjoying this little performance as much as Sarah and myself.
With the delicate black panties in her hand, Sarah skipped around the desk and bent over at the waist, holding the bunched up underwear in front of Chloe’s face. “Open wide…” she purred, smiling down at her prone friend.
Chloe flashed her an acid look and sighed, then parted her painted lips and looked up. Before she could protest, Sarah popped the panties in her mouth and touched her chin lightly, encouraging the redhead to bite down.
“Mmph,” said Chloe, and I wondered what she meant to say. I can’t imagine it was ladylike!
Sarah stepped back around the desk and took up position behind Chloe again. I decided that I really, really want to see this and joined her, taking the seat that Sarah had vacated. The elfin brunette looked at me expectantly, tenderly stroking her hand over Chloe’s bare cheeks. I crossed my legs, relishing the mounting feeling of sexual tension in the room and the sense of power I had in situations like this. My dolls were performing for my pleasure, and their own. It was quite intoxicating to watch. I nodded and flashed Sarah a smile.
Sarah sighed and turned to Chloe. “Ready?” she asked, but didn’t wait for Chloe’s muffled reply or the urgent shake of her head, causing her thick mop of red curls to shake with nervous anticipation. Instead, she began to rub her hand in eager little circles, drawing her fingers down the thin line of Chloe’s ass, brushing the bulge of her labia with a light caress. I sensed Chloe shudder as the other girl touched her pussy. She raised her head and moaned softly.
Without warning, Sarah lifted her hand above her head and paused for an endless second. Chloe’s body went tense and she gripped the desk harder than ever. Then Sarah’s hand came down in a broad arc, striking Chloe’s left cheek just above her thigh with a sharp, cruel slap.
“Mmph!” moaned the redhead urgently, lifting her head in pain.
“Aw, poor baby,” purred Sarah and lightly stroked the point of impact, soothing it with her loving caress. I sensed Chloe relax slightly as the pain faded, then Sarah raised her hand again and brought it back down without a single second of pause. There was a sharp crack as the flat of her palm impacted in the same place on Chloe’s ass. “Mmph!” Chloe cried again, breathing quickly through her nose.
The redhead’s pale skin was burning pink now, an angry shade that betrayed her discomfort.
“More?” said Sarah with a hint of amusement in her voice. She flicked her fingers over Chloe’s pussy, a light tickle that caused the redhead to squirm on the desk.
“Mmph!” said Chloe, nodding her head up and down enthusiastically. It never ceased to amaze me how much Chloe enjoyed such degradation and humiliation, how much she craved the pain of punishment. Her slave persona was well earned, and was utterly removed from the spoiled brat that had found her way to me all those months ago. Chloe loved to be used and abused.
Sarah lifted her hand once more and brought it down on the glowing ass before her. Chloe lurched forwards and craned her neck up, screaming into the muffling panties. I saw hot tears spring from her eyes and roll down her burning cheeks. Yet her breathing remained fast and sensual, the short pants of arousal that I knew only too well from my own sessions with her - hot, personal, intimate explorations of domination and submission. As the giver and receiver of pain and pleasure, there was a special bond between us, the unique empathy between mistress and slave.
But tonight, she belonged to Sarah and her cruel hand. I sat back and studied the pair of them together. The tall, regal Chloe with her long legs, full ass and breasts. Alongside her, the much shorter Sarah; petite and delicate with fine features and pert, young breasts. They were quite the contrast, and the size difference between the two girls intrigued me, causing a flush of renewed warmth to spill out from my own pussy and send shivers up and down my spine. Again and again, Sarah’s tiny hand struck Chloe’s glowing bottom, each sharp stroke causing screams of pain and moans of pleasure from the redhead. Sarah reached forwards and took a handful of Chloe’s hair in her hand, pulling the taller girl’s head backwards and holding her steady like a wilful horse.
I shifted on the seat, remembering the object from Sarah’s purse. I reached down and fished it from beneath the cushion and held it aloft, sensing where I wanted to take this sordid scene next.
I waited for Sarah to strike Chloe’s ass once more. The blow came and Chloe cried out, allowing the panty gag to fall from her mouth. “Ah!” she moaned with a sob.
“I think she’s had enough,” I breathed and Sarah nodded. Chloe shifted on the desk, preparing to stand. “Stay where you are young lady. I’m not quite finished with you yet.”
Sarah glanced at me, while Chloe settled back down on the desk, laying her head down on the rich, mahogany surface.
I lifted the thick, purple dildo up before me and waved it in Sarah’s direction.
“I wonder, Miss Marshall, if you would do me the courtesy of showing me what exactly this is used for,” I drawled, feigning an ignorance that fooled no-one.
Sarah’s face lit up and she clapped her hands. “Oh course!” she squealed with a child-like glee. Sarah sometimes appeared far younger than her years, especially when she was about to fuck or be fucked. It was most disarming and utterly captivating.
She took the dildo as I handed it to her and then returned to stand behind Chloe’s ass. Then she squatted down and fell to her knees inches from Chloe’s rear. She reached up with the dildo and tapped Chloe’s stockinged thighs, then teased the bulbous tip down the back of the redhead’s legs. “Open your legs honey,” she purred with a surprising amount of command. I found myself experiencing a pang of regret. Sarah enjoyed being in control far too much to be a doll much longer. Pretty soon, she would want her own girls, her own collection and I would be forced to let her go. It had happened before.
But for now, she was mine, utterly and totally.
Chloe sighed and spread her legs apart, shifting her feet to the side until her thin stiletto heels had a shoulder’s width between them. I felt my own internal heat step up a notch as the full majesty of Chloe’s pussy was revealed, a complex arrangement of pink folds that glistened in the office’s dim light. She was dripping wet, slick with lust and hot with desire. Sarah reached up and teased her fingertips through that inviting geography, wetting her digits and then touching them to her mouth. She shuddered as the intoxicating taste of Chloe overwhelmed her senses.
“W-well, Miss Ross,” she breathed. “See, the dildo goes into here,” she continued and touched the tip of the thick rod against Chloe’s tight hole. Chloe gasped in anticipation and surprise as the cold rubber dong glanced against her sensitive flesh. “Gotta get it nice and wet first,” continued Sarah, dragging the purple length through Chloe’s lips, coating it in the redhead’s juices. “Sometimes, you gotta wet it with your spit,” she added, then idly lifted the dildo to her own mouth and pushed it between her lips provocatively.
Chloe took this opportunity to glance back over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed with hunger and her mouth hanging open sensually.
Sarah continued to wet
the dildo with her mouth, lazily fellating the thick rod with a sweet innocence that was quite overwhelming. Then she returned the shaft to Chloe pussy and Chloe tensed her body in anticipation.
With a smooth insistence, Sarah pushed the length into Chloe’s hole, easing it into the lubricated opening. Chloe moaned and lifted her head, exhaling deeply as the purple rod disappeared into her body. “Oh yes, yes,” she breathed.
Sarah reversed her motion and pulled the dildo out again, twisting it around and angling it slightly as it emerged, then she pushed it forwards once more with a degree more force, sinking it deeper into Chloe’s body. The redhead moaned louder than before and began to breathe quickly, gripping the edge of the desk on which her body lay.
I shifted in my seat, aware of a hot wetness between my legs. Watching my dolls play together was an almost unmatchable thrill, one that I never tired of. I reached down and lifted my skirt, hitching it up until I reached the lace top of my nylon stockings. Without conscious thought, I slipped my hand between my legs and gently pressed my fingertips onto my pussy, feeling the warmth of my sex through the satin material of my panties.
The elfin brunette began to quicken her pace, driving the dildo home again and again, deeper and deeper, quicker and quicker. Every new thrust penetrated Chloe more than the time before and the redhead responded with ever more frantic moans. Sarah shifted her body, lifting up onto her knees, then she swapped the dildo into her left hand, never missing a single stroke. With her free hand she stroked Chloe’s long leg, drawing her fingernail over the sheer material of the redhead’s stocking. Then she caressed her way between Chloe’s thighs and found her clit.
Chloe’s body arched upwards in jubilation as Sarah’s expert manipulation doubled in intensity. She exhaled with every thrust of the dildo into her body, thrashing her body from side to side on the hard desk as Sarah began to swirl her fingers in tight spirals on the redhead’s throbbing clit.