"Am I so ugly there?"
"N-no. You're beautiful."
"So I've been told. I have a beautiful ass. Wouldn't you like to tell me that yourself? Or better yet, show me. Show me your appreciation. Show me you haven't forgotten how to appreciate a woman's body."
Her teacher had spoken and Elspeth knew then that this was the lesson for today. And still she hesitated. Margalo Fitch dealt in novelty, sure enough, but…
"Come now, don't keep me waiting!"
Elspeth lowered her head and began anew, finding a wealth of territory to cover. Another soft curve to receive her kisses. Another hill, another valley. She tasted the rolling flesh with her tongue, licking both buttocks and finding a weird pleasure in the little creased under curves.
"That's it, lover. You're getting there."
"Umm?"
"Between the cheeks now. That's where it's best. Best for me and best for you. I'm sure you'll love it. Stick your tongue in. All the way. Do it!"
The sharp command shattered Elspeth's last vestige of reluctance. She obeyed and licked deeper into the great dark furrow, at last reaching the limit and locating the tiny pucker with the tip of her now-elongated tongue.
"In! Push it in!"
A jab and in it went, right into the little hole, and Elspeth wrapped her arms around the lurching body and jammed her face in hard. I'm doing it, she thought crazily, I'm licking this lesbian's ass, I'm fucking her asshole with my tongue! The very lewdness of the thought became an added source of excitement. She clung tightly and managed to maintain the pressure to the utmost, despite the wild gyrations that threatened to cast her out.
It was wild, all right, the gyrations and everything else, especially the thing that happened at the end. Somewhere, deep inside her own body, a bomb went off. And at that instant, in the convulsion of her unexpected climax, a vision flashed out of the darkness to astound her, the vision of her roommate, of all people… little Joan Talbot… naked…
Afterward, she didn't even try to figure out why. It was enough to know that Joan meant so much to her, more than Margalo herself apparently. For that matter, Margalo had acted pretty phony right from the start – selfish phony, what with all that foot-kissing business – and the idea of taking lessons from her had lost some of its charm. Maybe "learning by doing" was the correct way to go about it, but Elspeth couldn't see herself learning much by slobbering over a woman's feet.
And then even the leave taking only added to her rising sense of disenchantment. Just before they parted, Margalo held out her hand and Elspeth took it in her own for a friendly and perhaps grateful handshake. Girl to girl, as it were. But there was no return clasp, only the limply extended hand, and a long moment passed before she realized what was being demanded of her. She did it, of course – more to keep the peace than anything else – she carried the limp hand to her lips and kissed it.
"Good girl."
"Hmm?"
"I'm glad you understood. I dislike having to explain such simple things, you know."
"Oh."
"From now on you'll do that whenever you come for a lesson. You'll kiss my hand when you greet me and you'll do it again when you leave… You'll do it humbly and respectfully; I'll insist on that. Do you understand what I'm trying to get across to you?"
"I-I think so."
"Well, you'd better. Because that's the way it's going to be. As I said before, I can't really teach you; I can only show you. I'll show you how one woman makes a slave of another. And if you do as I command, well, eventually you're bound to catch on to the technique. I'd say you've already learned quite a lot, isn't that so?"
"Yes, I have. Thank you."
"My dear girl, there's a better way to thank me and I'm sure you're aware of that. Don't do it now, just remember this the next time you're here. More than anything else, I enjoy having my feet kissed. You already know that, so you should be doing it anyway – but just in case, my dear, don't ever forget to kiss my feet when you're making love to me."
"I won't forget."
"I'll tell you when I want my cunt sucked. Or my ass kissed maybe, if that happens to be my mood. But this is the last time I'll mention my feet. You yourself should know what to do. Even the most stupid of slaves should have figured it out by now."
Once on the other side of the penthouse door, Elspeth muttered a few curses to give vent to her exasperation. The most stupid of slaves. What a putdown! Oh shit, all that selfish bitch cared about was getting somebody to kiss her feet. Phony from the word go. Hmm. Were all lesbians like that? No, of course not – sweet little Joan was certainly real enough…
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
They had the penthouse to themselves again and this time Kate was prepared for the occasion. After finishing the elaborate make-up job on her naked little oriental empress, she brought out the gift she had purchased.
"Bought you a little present the other day, honeybunch. I've been waiting for the right time to…"
"For me?" Hildy clapped her hands in delight. Then, "Oooh, stockings. Mesh. What makes them shine like that?"
"Aren't they pretty? There's gold and silver thread running through the mesh. Now give me your little feet and I'll put the shoes and stockings on you."
Kate knelt to perform the chore and then crouched lower, unable to resist the impulse to plant kisses on the delectable little sugarlump toes. It excited her – far more than her employer's feet had ever done! – and she began using her tongue. Then, suddenly conscious of having gotten sidetracked, she resumed her self-prescribed task, still pausing here and there for a few thigh kisses as she pulled the stockings up. After the shoes were off, she hurried to adjust the lamps around the mirror.
At last the scene was set. And even Hildy herself marveled at her first sight of the reflection; it was that breathtaking. Slanted eyes a sparkle, the little darling turned and peered over her shoulder for a rear view. When she swung back to face the glass again, Kate dropped down behind her and placed a kiss on the crest of each of the firmly rounded buttocks. They twitched happily in response and she repeated the dual caress.
Silvery laughter sounded a note of delight, and now there was no reason to stop. Kate plunged in as the separate kisses narrowed down to a single one, deep and daring. All the way. As deep as her tongue could probe.
"Wow! You really go for my ass, huh?"
"Mmm."
"I dreamed about that the other night. About your long hot tongue up my asshole. Some crazy dream! But then when I woke up – oh shit, I sure wished you had been there. Licking my ass, just like you're doing now. Hey, can you see yourself? Take a peek in the mirror, why don't you? It's sure something!"
Kate angled and craned a little, trying to do it without changing her position. She saw it, the vision – such a vision! – the red-haired young beauty with the made-up oriental face, naked in glittering stockings and spike-heeled pumps. And behind her, the slave crouching in adoration, most of her face buried in ass-flesh and hidden from view – a lowly but devoted slave paying homage to her cruel and haughty empress.
It was a sight that Kate knew she would never forget, so stunning was the impact. She was supposed to be doing a job here, an assignment meted out by her employer – but somehow all that had gone down the drain. In the mirror she now saw herself for what she was. The chains on her body were invisible, symbolic only, but they were the chains of love, chains that couldn't be cut. The strongest of an chains…
"You're some ass-licker. You really know how."
"Umm. I hope it pleases you, darling."
"It does, it sure does. Make a little more noise though, I like to hear your tongue slurping."
"Oh. Like this?"
"Uh-huh."
"Mmmm?"
"Now you've got it. A suck-kiss. I can hear your tongue slurping in and out of my asshole. Hey, that sounds dirty! You really are a dirty old bitch, you know?"