"Well…"
"Loosen up, now."
"Oh!"
"There. Doesn't that feel nice?"
It must have felt pretty good, because Joan wasted no time duplicating the caress with her own hand. Elspeth winced a little, but soon after the initial thrust that slender finger back there became another source of pleasure. For the life of her, she couldn't understand what had prompted her to do it. Once begun, though, it was Joan's protest that had spurred her on. That much Elspeth knew about dominating a lesbian; backing down at such a crucial point would have resulted in loss of face.
Anyway, it was sure a crazy embrace. Elspeth sucked and was sucked in return, stabbed with her finger and was stabbed in return. And with tongues in cunts and fingers in asses, both bodies were going into orgasm. It was all quite delightful; even beautiful in a kind of lewd way. And yet it wasn't the thrill that she had hoped for. The thrill she had been planning. The thrill that came not from a lover but from a slave.
Still, this was pretty damn terrific…
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
The shoes in the store window caught Hildy's eye. They were pumps of shiny black leather, smartly fashioned, and the heels were amazingly high and narrow. Higher and narrower than any she had ever seen, almost. Spikes, practically, not exactly designed for a young girl accustomed to flats or teenagers mid-height things – but she just couldn't tear her gaze away. Nor did it take much persuasion to get Kate's agreement; they went right in and tried a pair on for size. And despite the discomfort of such a towering perch, the lovely shoes were bought and paid for and carried home with great enthusiasm.
Back in the apartment, after a quick check to make sure Aunt Inez wasn't around, Hildy wasted no time. "All clear. How about it, Kate – the shoes are your present – want me to put them on and pose for you?"
"Would you, darling? Naked?"
"Naked in high heels, huh? Wow!" Giggling in anticipation, Hildy was already tossing her garments off. "Too bad we can't use the penthouse. I like that great big mirror up there. And all the gooey theatrical make-up stuff. You could turn me into a Chinese empress again, right?"
"You'll always be my dear little empress. But if the make-up is really important to you, I could go get…"
"Never mind. Just imagine I'm wearing it. Anyway, I'm ready to show off for you. Here goes."
"Beautiful. Can you walk in them?"
"Sure. See?"
But it was more easily said than done. Hildy took a few paces on wobbly ankles and found herself in trouble. She noticed Kate's smile of congenial sympathy and kept going grimly, but the heel height made every step precarious and she couldn't avoid teetering a little. The sympathetic smile became an amused smirk and she got annoyed. She knew her wobbling ankles were pretty funny, but she still didn't care to be ridiculed like that.
"You're laughing at me."
"Sorry. But you do look rather…"
"Cut it out. I don't like being laughed at."
"Oh. Such a proud little empress."
Hildy lifted her chin haughtily and went on walking, moving in a tight circle. But she spotted Kate's thick lips twitching in suppressed laughter and was suddenly roused to rage…
"Cut it out, I said. Didn't you hear me?"
"I-I'm trying…"
"But you still think it's funny, huh? Kate, wipe that smile off your face!"
"At your command, little empress. There now, I'm keeping a straight face for you."
"Damn right. And you'd better. These shoes are supposed to be sexy, not funny."
"Oh yes, they're very sexy. The sexiest. But the way you're walking in them…"
"You're still doing it! Okay. I told you to wipe the smile off your face, now I'm saying it again. Wipe that smile off your face. Wipe it off on the shoes!"
"Hmm?"
"You heard me. Come here and kiss my shoes. Maybe that'll teach you not to laugh behind my back."
"Darling… I didn't mean to offend…"
"Oh shit, stop whining and get down there. You said I was your empress, right? So you'd better obey me."
"Obey you? But of course, darling. You know I'm yours to command." Kate's eyes twinkled, but it was with an attitude of adoration that she sank to her knees. "I'll kiss your new shoes, the lovely new shoes of my little empress." Then, crouched way down low, "See? I'm kissing them like a slave."
"Slave, huh? Yeah. That's what an empress ought to have – a slave." Hildy struck an arrogant pose. "Okay, slave, now stick out your tongue and lick. Lick my shoes."
"Oh…"
"Use your tongue! Uh-huh. That's the way. I want to feel your tongue licking the leather." Hildy savored the sensation of triumphant power, glaring down at the bowed head. "Lick all over. All around. Lick the heels too, slave – that should teach you not to laugh at your empress."
The thick lips kissed and nibbled, the wet tongue lapped at the high heels – and for a long delicious moment Hildy just stood there, relishing the fruits of her victory. Then, brusquely, she stepped away and began parading around again. She moved less awkwardly now – and with a certain elation, too, conscious of a special joy in being able to maneuver in these grown-up shoes that had become so important to both of them.
"Stay there, slave. On your knees. When I get tired I'll need something to lean against."
Nodding assent, Kate remained in place humbly. Hildy strutted across the floor, still a trifle unsure of herself but growing steadier all the time. Soon she began to feel the strain and stopped and rested awhile, bracing herself against her slave's shoulder. And once more she strode off, determined to get the hang of it so that there would be no more laughter… Until, after a number of well-paced revolutions, she came to a final halt. There was a tightness in her calf muscles that cried out for relief, but she didn't want to take the new shoes off yet. Nor had she forgiven Kate's smirking mockery, oh no, weary as her legs were, she felt a near-compulsive need to go on with this scene of humiliation.
This time she posed with no help, standing directly in front of the kneeling figure. "Do it again, slave."
"Hmm?"
"Like before. Kiss my shoes."
Obedience was immediate. Posturing haughtily, Hildy felt the kissing lips warm the leather. Tongue, too – and without any prompting on her part! This humble slave-woman was truly making her feel like some great royal personage.
"Okay. Now me."
"Umm?"
"You've kissed my shoes, now you can kiss me."
It took a moment to sink in. Then, slavishly, Kate unfolded from her low crouch and began to slide her mouth upward. Hildy shivered at the wet touch upon her legs but managed to keep them locked together as the kiss went higher, frustrating the darting tongue as it reached her crotch. The snaking thing pushed through her hair but could only penetrate as far as the top of her pussy, just barely into the cleft. Not much deeper than a tickle. Kate moaned sadly and brought her hands up to exert pressure, trying to work her tongue in.
"Stop using your hands."
"But – but the way you're standing…"
"Shut tip and kiss."
"Darling, won't you please…"
"Do it!"
The kiss came, still struggling. Feeling tall and majestic in the high heels, Hildy let it go on like that for a while, deliberately tormenting herself almost as much as her near-feverish slave. Her need to humiliate was even greater than her need for sex. And soon, with a kind of casual indolence, she began to turn around. Slowly, though, almost imperceptibly at first. Taking the tiniest of steps, her body went into a pirouette.
She watched the thick lips upon her flesh, reveling in the moist contact. The kissing mouth remained stationary and yet glided over her skin as the turning movement continued. Until the half-turn was completed; then, abruptly, she relaxed her body and sagged backward with a little wriggle, jutting her ass into the upturned face.