by Ella Ford
She eyed me hungrily, a look that reminded me of the look she’d given me as I ate her young pussy in the side room of the warehouse, just hours earlier. I felt a familiar wave of desire wash over me, and for the first time since arriving at the spacious penthouse, my thoughts turned to my new owners.
Jessica Gordon-Chambers was young and rich. A beautiful society princess with every advantage life had to offer. Melinda was her girlfriend, and someone I knew very little about. The couple had caused ripples in the gossip columns in previous months by openly declaring their relationship and igniting a minor scandal in high society thanks to Melinda’s low class upbringing.
I found myself wondering what it would be liked to be owned by this couple, to be shared between them like a family pet. I was used to anticipating the wishes of one woman, but two?
“Good girl,” purred Jessica, “now climb inside!” She pointed at the open box and I stepped forwards. “Oh, wait! I almost forgot!” she exclaimed, and skipped off to a desk to the side of the room. Reaching into a drawer, she pulled out a length of red ribbon. Then she walked back to where I stood and tied the ribbon around my neck, finishing it with a large bow. Stepping back, she examined her work. “She’s going to love her present! We’re going to have so much fun with you!”
“Yes, mistress,” I nodded and took a step towards the box. Gripping the sides, I swung my left leg over the rim, then my right, and sat down. It was tight, but with my knees drawn up to my chest I could just about fit in. I wondered how long I would be able to hold the uncomfortable position.
Jessica moved to stand beside the box and peered in, then she bent down and took hold of my chin, angling my head upwards until I was staring directly at her. She studied me for a few seconds, then leaned forward and touched her lips to mine. My heart raced as her soft mouth touched me, the familiar taste and texture of her painted lips caused an intense feeling of desire to wash over me. I sighed as she stood up, longing for more.
“Now, be quiet. There’s a good girl. She’ll be here any minute,” and with that, she lifted the lid and placed it on the box. I bowed my head slightly and allowed the darkness to wash over me.
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Half an hour passed and the air in the box was hot and damp. My knees and ass were beginning to ache from being in the same position for such a long time and I began to wonder if I would be able to stand when I was required to. Then, just as I thought that this torment would never end, I heard the sound of the apartment door opening and then closing.
“Jessica honey, I’m home!”, called a voice I didn’t recognize. The new voice, Melinda I presumed, was deeper than Jessica’s girly drawl, more controlled and refined.
I heard the click of heels on the hardwood floor of the hallway and then the light patter of Jessica’s barefoot steps across the living room.
“Oh baby! I totally missed you!” the young blonde cried out, and I heard her eager moans and the wet sounds of my new mistress kissing her lover.
“I missed you too honey,” replied Melinda, “a week is too long! I was dreaming about you, you know?”
“Do you mean that?” said Jessica, her voice suddenly adopting her sugary little-girl-lost persona.
“Yes, yes I do,” replied Melinda and the two kissed again.
They fell quiet for a few seconds, and I imagined the two girls hugging. Then Jessica spoke once more. “Baby, I got you a present, for your birthday!”
“Aw honey, you didn’t have to do that,” said Melinda, a note in her voice suggesting that she was humoring the other girl. Even from within the box, without even seeing the pair together, I sensed the power dynamic between them. Jessica was young and naive, a spoiled society brat, while Melinda was mature and confident, the “adult” in the relationship.
“I did! I love you, you know that! Anyway, I hope you like it, I think you will. Now close your eyes and come with me,” Jessica commanded. I heard the pair of them entering the room and walking across to the box. The slow click of Melinda’s heels and the soft tap-tap of Jessica’s bare feet.
“Okay, open your eyes…” The pair were very close to me.
There was a sharp gasp as Melinda took her first look at the oversized present box. “What is it Jessica?” she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity.
“Open it and find out!” Jessica sounded genuinely excited.
After a few seconds of silence, I felt the box shake and the lid lifted off, flooding my eyes with the harsh light of the room. I blinked, unable to see properly after so long in the dark. As my eyes cleared, I looked up and saw Jessica’s pretty face and a face I didn’t recognize, Melinda, peering down at me.
“What the hell Jess? What is this?” snapped Melinda, not sounding remotely amused. The other woman looked older than Jessica, more mature in just about every way. Her face was pleasant and warm, not overly attractive like her partner, but pretty nonetheless. She wore little makeup, and didn’t appear to need to. Her skin was soft and pale, and utterly flawless. She had raven hair, cut into a tidy bob that hung above her shoulders and framed her face. Her clothes were a stark juxtaposition beside the revealing silver minidress of her lover. A finely made cream pant suit with a soft satin blouse. She looked like a professional, modern woman.
“I-I bought her for you,” stuttered Jessica, her face suddenly distraught at Melinda’s reaction, “I thought we could share her.”
“You bought her? What do you mean you bought her? Did your uncle have something to do with this?” Melinda barked. She held out a hand to me and I took it, then with an unexpected strength, she pulled me up to my feet. “Get out of the box,” she said to me.
I stepped out, my knees singing and my calves aching. I blinked away the pain and struggled to maintain my footing, then fell into the submissive pose. Parting my legs slightly, I crossed my arms behind my back and lowered my gaze. “Thank you, mistress,” I whispered, genuinely grateful to be out of the close confines of the box.
“It was Katherine’s idea!” protested Jessica. She sounded like a teenage girl who had been caught smoking a cigarette. “Cassandra - that’s her name - worked for her as a maid. She offered to sell her to us. I got a great price for her!” she offered, obviously hoping that her frugal saving would eclipse the obvious distaste that her girlfriend felt about the whole situation.
“A maid?” spat Melinda, “A maid? This girl isn’t a maid, she’s a sex slave! Your uncle and your godmother trade in girls like normal people trade in baseball cards! You know this!” She wasn’t even bothering to conceal her anger anymore, and was visibly upset.
“She’s not a sex slave! She’s a submissive!” cried Jessica. She appeared to be on the verge of tears. “She wants this!”
“She’s probably doped up on drugs, or brainwashed, or something.” Melinda talked about me as though I wasn’t there.
“She’s not, ask her!” offered Jessica.
Melinda turned her attention to me again, her face flushed with anger. “Well?” she snapped, “Is this true? You want this?”
“Yes, mistress,” I replied without hesitation. There was no question of answering any other way. I knew the truth of the situation better than I knew anything. While it might appear from the outside that my obedience and submission was imposed and that the balance of power lies with the dominant, nothing could be further from the truth. It was true that in the minute details of my life I accepted the will of another and suppressed my own desires. But this situation was enabled only through my own consent. I gave myself into this situation, in pursuit of my own needs. The ultimate expression of autonomy is to relinquish your right to autonomy, or so it seemed to me.
Melinda looked taken aback by my forthright answer. “I… Well, it’s weird to me, is all.” For the first time in this whole heated encounter, she allowed her eyes to study my naked body. She lingered on my breasts, examining the hard buds of my nipples, then moved down to my hairless pussy. As I watched, her tongue flicked out of her mouth and licked her lips.
“Aww baby, I didn’t mean to offend you. I did my homework, I knew what I was getting into. I just thought that having a maid of our own would be good for us, something we could share.”
Melinda appeared to be softening after her initial outburst and Jessica seemed to sense this. “I don’t know Jess. It all just seems so… wrong. What… what would she do?” Her eyes were roaming freely over my body now, and I swore I noticed a flush of red creeping up her slender neck.
“Well, she can look after the place. Cook, clean, laundry. And she can do… other stuff, you know?”
Melinda turned to Jessica and smirked. “You mean, sex stuff?” she asked. “Am I not enough for you any more?” she asked, a mock note of offense coloring her words.
“Oh baby! You’re more than enough for me. But it would be nice to have something we can just use when we feel like it, don’t you think? And you are away an awful lot...” she purred, chewing on her lower lip.
Melinda smiled. “I knew there’d be another reason, you filthy minx,” she replied. “I don’t know Jess, I need to think about it. It’s a big responsibility.” She turned and walked to the comfortable looking leather sofa in the corner and fell back onto it. Then she kicked off her tall heels and folded her hands behind her head, studying the pair of us intently. I noticed that she was wearing pantyhose underneath the pants of her suit and felt a sudden rush of pleasure surge through my body from my pussy.
This whole situation was extremely peculiar and deeply erotic. These two beautiful women were discussing me as though I was a new appliance, bought in haste. Their casual disregard for me, for my presence in the room, thrilled me. I was a possession, bought and paid for, and my fate was in their hands.
Jessica stepped across the room to the sofa and sat down next to Melinda. Tenderly, she stroked the other woman’s thigh and looked her in the eye. “Listen, baby, don’t decide anything right now. Let me try something.”
Melinda’s eyes narrowed with suspicion, “Okay… what are you planning now, missy?”
Jessica sensed victory, and her tone became more confident, sensual and highly sexualised. She traced a painted nail up Melinda’s thigh and over her blouse, lingering on the swell of her breast. “You had a long flight huh? In those uncomfortable heels? I bet your feet are aching,” she purred.
Melinda appeared to melt in the raw heat of her lover’s seduction. She held her foot up and wiggled her toes, stretching the soft material of her pantyhose. “I… yes, I guess… why?”
Jessica turned to me and clicked her fingers. “Maid, please give your mistress a foot massage.”
“Yes, mistress,” I replied and briskly walked across the room to kneel in front of the sofa.
Melinda watched me approach, then drew back, pulling her feet away from me. “I-I don’t know Jess, this all seems a little weird.”
Jessica touched a slender finger to her girlfriend’s mouth. “Shhh, just relax and enjoy it.” Then she turned to me and nodded.
Taking my cue, I reached out and lifted Melinda’s left leg. Shuffling forward, I placed her foot on my lap, relishing the soft warmth of her on my naked skin. Then I reached forward once more, took hold of her right foot and held it up. I studied it, examining her painted toenails, muted flashes of crimson through the obscuring gauze of her nylon pantyhose. I peered at her perfect arch and the wrinkled flesh of her sole. Her foot was slightly damp and smelled faintly of shoe leather and sweat, not an unpleasant aroma by any means. In fact, I found myself longing to taste her, to run my tongue from her heel to the tips of her toes and drink her in. But I held back, teasing out this moment for as long as I dared.
My former mistress had enjoyed having her maids play with her feet and I had come to love it myself, after my initial trepidation. There was something about worshipping the lowest part of another person, something highly submissive and deeply sensual.
I glanced up and found both Jessica and Melinda studying me. Melinda was nibbling her lower lip, her face a curious mix of excitement and apprehension. Jessica had curled up on the sofa beside her and was idly playing with her lover’s breasts, squeezing her nipple gently through the thin material of her blouse.
Slowly, with tender movements, I applied a light pressure to Melinda arch, pushing my thumb into the soft flesh. Then I began to knead her gently in tight circles, massaging the small muscles of her foot. She responded instantly to this, gasping lightly at my initial touch, then sinking deeper into the sofa and pushing her foot towards me. Her legs fell apart slightly and Jessica dropped her hand down to rest on her pussy.
“Oh my Mel, you’re so warm down there,” she whispered. Melinda nodded, her attention firmly on me.
I slowly worked my way down her foot, pressing her flesh harder and harder, enjoying the feel of her stockings beneath my fingertips. Then I pulled lightly on her toes, massaging each one between my thumb and forefinger.
“Mistress,” I asked, ensuring that my voice remain low and submissive, “may I use my mouth?”
Melinda gasped her surprise at the question, and nodded eagerly. Jessica leaned in and kissed her neck, moving her left hand up and down between her legs.
I shuffled forward again and held her foot up to my face. Elsewhere, I could feel a gentle friction as her other foot slid up and down my naked thigh. Cautiously, I leaned forward and kissed her sole. I felt her body shiver, then her other foot probed forward, looking for a way between my legs. I parted my knees obligingly and felt an immediate presence on my pussy. I gave my own involuntary shudder, then turned back to the task at hand.
Slowly, teasingly, I placed the flat of my tongue on her heel and licked up the length of her foot, ending at her toes. Then I wrapped my lips around her and began to suck each toe in turn.
“Oh fuck, that feels good,” Melinda exclaimed, pushing her hand down into the sofa as if to hold herself in place.
I worked my way around her arch, nibbling her soft flesh and alternating tender kisses with the attention of my tongue. I held her foot to my face, burying my nose in the space between her toes and breathed in deeply. I was overwhelmed by it, the sheer vitality of her aroma. All of the doubts and misgivings I had about the evening, all of the sense of rejection I felt from Miss Foster’s casual discard of my services, all of that receded off into the distance and my entire being focused only on this moment. This erotic demonstration of my servitude and the intense presence of this sensual woman.
Intoxicated, I attacked her foot with renewed vigor, kissing her frantically, desperate for more of that wonderful taste. I glanced upwards to find that Jessica and Melinda, my new mistresses, were kissing passionately. Jessica had raised up on her knees, and had hold of Melinda’s head by her cheek. As I watched, the two lovers’ tongues danced together and they appeared lost in each other. I continued my work on Melinda’s foot and slowly began to grind my hips against her other heel, forcing my throbbing pussy onto her. The action was almost involuntary, an irresistible physical response that I was powerless to prevent.
On the sofa, Melinda sensed my motion and broke off her kiss with Jessica. She stared down at me, her face dripping with raw sexuality and an intense hunger. “You have a very talented mouth, Cassandra. What else can you do with it?” she asked, barely whispering her words.
“What does mistress want me to do with it?” I asked, knowing what I wanted but not daring to ask.
Melinda looked at Jessica, and bit her lower lip. “Do you mind if I…?”
Jessica grinned and playfully slapped her arm. “Of course not! That’s what she’s for!”
Then without any further hesitation, Melinda reached down and unbuttoned her slacks, hurriedly pushing them over her hips and down her legs. With another motion, she wriggled her pantyhose and panties down to join the pants and they gathered around her ankles. Obligingly, I reached down and pulled the mass of clothing off her feet and laid them to one side.
Instantly, she opened her legs and revealed herself to me. Before I knew it, Jessica
had bent down until her head was inches above her lover’s pussy. Then she gently placed a hand on that neat slit and parted her fingers, revealing the damp, pink flesh of Melinda’s labia to me. Her gaze met mine and she smiled broadly. “Well, what are you waiting for? Eat it!”
“Yes, mistress,” I breathed, feeling a low throb in my own pussy and a strong desire to taste my new mistress, to pleasure her in whatever way she needed. I leaned forwards until I was on all fours and plunged my tongue into that wet chasm without a single note of hesitation.
“Oh shit! Yes! Yes!” cried Melinda above me as my tongue swept up through the complex maze of her lips and brushed the tender nub of her clitoris. She was dripping with desire and tasted exquisite.
Without missing a stroke, I shuffled further forward and wrapped my arms around her toned thighs, locking my body to hers, securing my position between her legs. I glanced up as I probed her sweet pussy and saw that Jessica had unbuttoned Melinda’s blouse, pulling her bra down to reveal her breasts. As I watched, the young blonde greedily devoured her lover’s nipples. Melinda appeared to be lost in ecstasy, her eyes were held tightly shut and she was sighing repeatedly.
I closed my own eyes and forced myself to concentrate. Slowly, I began to focus my attention on her throbbing clit. With the flat of my tongue, I pressed down on her and moved in lazy swirls, never settling on a rhythm for too long. Gradually, I increased the pressure, then backed off, interrupting my motion with light tickles of that sensitive bud.
Above me, Melinda howled. Her entire body rocked with pleasure. I felt her hand on my head, gripping my ponytail roughly. Then she pulled me forwards, smearing my face in her dripping pussy. She held me in place there, and I made no attempt to pull back. I felt her move beneath me as her hips began to gyrate forwards. Her slick pussy rubbed against me and I did my best to hold my tongue out for her to use, but she seemed entirely happy to use my entire face. My nose, my chin, my lips and my tongue, every part of me was used as Melinda fucked my face. I felt helpless and out of control, a sex toy built only for pleasure.