"Please… Joan, don't make fun of me."
"Sorry, darling. I guess it is pretty serious. But you know how I've been lately. I've developed a sense of humor. And I'm not as meek as I used to be. People here in the office say I've got a domineering personality, how about that?"
"I love your domineering personality."
"Hah! How about Margalo Fitch? Elspeth, did you love her domineering personality, too?"
"I-I guess I shouldn't have told you about that. Now you'll keep throwing it up to me. And I was just trying to be open and sincere when I told you about those things. I've felt guilty ever since it happened. You're my roommate – and more now – and I don't want any secrets between us."
"Uh-huh. No more Margalo Fitch. Except for one small item. Honey, you won't mind if I imitate her now and then, will you?"
"Imitate her?"
"Yes. Like this, for instance." Joan extended her hand. "You just told me you loved me – and we've practically sworn a pact, right? Well, that usually means a handshake. Only in this case…"
Elspeth smiled and lifted Joan's fingers to her lips. "There now, does that satisfy you?"
"Hardly."
"I-I kissed your hand. What more do you…"
"I just didn't care for the way you did it." Joan stepped back a pace and stuck her arm out imperiously. "Now do it again and do it right. Get down on your knees and kiss my hand so that I'll know you mean it."
"Here in the office? What if someone comes in?"
"It's my office. I'll take that risk."
Elspeth stared momentarily and then yielded. Sinking to a kneeling position, she bent her head and complied with the order. But it wasn't enough, apparently, and Joan presented her palm for another kiss. Her fingers wriggled.
"Open your mouth."
A gasp sounded from Elspeth's throat as the fingers entered between her parted lips. Then, without being told, she began to lick. Joan's thumb moved in, too, but the kissing and licking went on. Elspeth couldn't help sucking the fingers. Nor did she put up any protest when her tongue was pinched a little. It hurt, but she didn't stop her humble caress.
"Listen to me, Elspeth. This is the way you're going to show your love for me from now on. You'll be doing a lot of this sort of thing. And more. I'll demand it."
"Mmmm…"
"You still love me?"
"Mmm… yes…"
"Then kiss my feet. Once on each shoe."
There was a tiny moment of hesitation and then that order too was carried out, one kiss on each shiny leather toe. Somewhere, not too far away, a door slammed, a noise that Joan must have found familiar.
"Damn! Elspeth, get up."
Elspeth scrambled upright, feeling a strange mixture of passion and fright. Joan patted her cheek soothingly and then motioned toward the door. And as if nothing out of the way had occurred, Elspeth said good-bye and left. But she knew something big had begun between them, something that would keep growing and growing…
That night, it started again. Naked, Joan sat on the edge of the bed and held her hand out, palm down. "We won't be interrupted this time," she murmured.
"Oh." Elspeth went to her knees. "Is this what you want, darling? Gladly." She kissed the back of Joan's hand.
Once again the hand turned over and the fingers played. She felt her tongue pinched and pulled downward. At the same moment she saw Joan's bare foot coming up off the floor. There was no spoken command, but the significance of the two simultaneous motions was unmistakable. Elspeth bent low and placed her lips upon the small toes.
"Hah! You call that a kiss?"
"I-I don't know what you want of me. Are you trying to turn me into some kind of slave?"
"Well now, how did you ever guess?" Joan's voice dripped sarcasm. "You tried it on me, didn't you? Okay, it's my turn now. Yes indeed, that's exactly what you're going to be. A slave, a very obedient and humble slave. Understand?"
"Oh."
"So you'd better get used to the idea right now. Kiss my feet, slave. Suck the toes and lick the soles and prove to me that you're good enough to be my slave!"
Elspeth's sob was muted by the foot jamming deep into her mouth. Then she struggled to offer the desired proof, worshipping both feet now, sucking, licking, rubbing the soles against her hot cheeks. Until at last Joan pulled away and leaned back up upon her elbows, eyes ablaze. Even without the waist-cincher and things, she looked like a she-devil.
"Admire me, slave."
"Oh. You're beautiful."
"My cunt. Admire my cunt."
"Oh…"
"Is it beautiful? Do you love my cunt?"
"Beautiful. I love it. I love your beautiful cunt."
"You want to kiss it, eh?"
"Joan… please… let me…"
"Slave bitch. Suck!"
In a frenzy, Elspeth moved to obey. She felt her hair being yanked hard, a great handful of it; and then there were soft thighs clutching her cheeks, as the warm wetness engulfed her.
"Not bad, not bad for a beginner. And you really are just a beginner, you know. But don't worry, slave, you're going to make a first-class cuntlapper some day."
Elspeth shuddered. Was this going to be Joan's way now? So coarse, so insolent? Darling little Joan?
"A little training, that's all you need. And believe me, you'll get plenty. Until you've become a perfect cuntlapper, no matter how long it takes."
"Mmm…"
"But you needn't be afraid; it won't take very long. I'll work you hard and you'll learn fast. How to suck cunt, how to nibble a clitoris, how to be a slave whose only ambition is to please her mistress. And, baby, you have no idea how good I can be at training such a slave."
"Umm… I'll try my very best to…"
"Goddamn right you'll try your best. We can't afford to waste time on such a simple thing as cuntlapping. That should come natural to a good lesbian. Natural as kissing tits. And you've got lots of other things to learn, things that take more practice. You think maybe licking an ass is just a matter of sticking your stupid tongue in? Oh no, it takes practice, slave. I doubt if you've got any real talent, so I just hope you've got plenty of patience. Hours on end, you know? That's the kind of training my slave is going to get."
"I… I love you… mmm…"
"You love my cunt!"
Somehow, even though the tough language was painful to hear, Elspeth found her excitement boiling up and mounting beyond anything she had ever known. She smelled the hot woman-scent and tasted the pulpy woman-flesh and was overwhelmed by sheer lust, a frenzy of woman-lust. There was something like a sickness inside her, a sickness that could only be cured by the knowledge that she was pleasing her demanding mistress.
She tried. Oh, how she tried! And only when she recognized the signs of her impending success – the twitching, the writhing, the clutch of thighs, the soon feeling! – only then did Elspeth truly understand the joy of slavery. Her own climax came on, all but ignored in her eagerness to bring on that other one. The jerking hips helped; the hot cunt slid up and down on her mouth, the hot cunt-lips slid around the entering wedge of her face, the hot juices lubricated all the slipping and sliding, and it was as if her entire being was sucked and swallowed up. Oh yes, in some still-rational corner of her brain she knew who was doing all the sucking and swallowing. That was a slave's job. But so was the climax a slave's job and she had certainly struck it rich there! How strange! To give is better than to receive? In this dog-eat-dog world only a slave could understand that. Or perhaps only a lesbian slave…
CHAPTER TWENTY
The leather belt felt good in Hildy's hand. It was a gift from Kate, just the right size and weight to sting without cutting the skin. A very practical gift, considering how often the donor reaped its benefits. Like now, for instance. Kate's groan was a song of pure pleasure.