Janice watched Charity's face the entire time. Eyes were shut tightly and the brow was furrowed. Cheeks were flush and the luscious lips were parted slightly. Janice noticed that the two beautiful breasts were artistry in motion. The heavy mounds would rise and fall with each breath and quivered with her niece's tremblings.
Janice leaned down and flicked her tongue once over each nipple, eliciting a moan from the girl. Then, she blew on the tender little buds and watched them stiffen even more. "Magnificent!" she thought.
Her finger would alternate between sliding deep into the wet velvety folds of Charity's sex and strumming the sensitive clitoris. Sometimes, the finger would plunge in quickly while, at other times, it would move deeply in an agonizingly slow way. When it toyed with the vulnerable clitoris, it would sometimes flick back and forth over the fleshy nubbin and sometimes would move in a circular motion. All of these motions seemed equally acceptable to the subject of the ministrations and, soon, Charity was arching her hips upward to meet the motions of the finger.
Janice sucked Charity's left nipple into her mouth and then continued to suck, drawing more and more breast flesh into her mouth. She used her tongue to flutter over the captive nipple and then closed her teeth around the breast meat, letting them scrape lightly along the flesh as it was allowed to slice from her mouth. Janice repeated this action on the right breast as her finger continued its work down below.
Charity was constantly moaning at this point and her belly was quivering, signaling that she was close to climax. Janice stepped up her assault, using two fingers to plunge into her niece's wetness and focused her tongue and teeth on just the nipples. Finally, Charity's entire body tensed as she let out a long, low groan. Janice bit down harder on the nipple and continued to toy with the clit, prolonging the orgasm and giving Charity the most intense climax of her life.
Janice finally stopped the movement of her fingers and simply cupped the steamy sex for a moment. Then, she repositioned herself so that she was lying alongside Charity, holding her, and comforting her. She kissed Charity on the lips and held her lips there for a long moment.
"Beautiful, pet," she murmured as her future slavegirl simply whimpered and tried to recover from the intense sexual experience.
Chapter 4: The Slippery Slope
The next morning was Saturday and Janice knew that Charity had no plans for the weekend. She also knew that her niece would probably be uncomfortable with what had happened the night before. Janice planned to escalate the changes in the relationship and to keep her niece off balance so that she would have no time to resist or pull back.
Janice was also thankful that her niece had not remembered the ruse about an art exhibit on Friday night. That had been concocted as a reason to barge in on Charity's bath one night. Janice was not sure how she would have handled it if Charity had reminded her of it the previous evening and expressed an interest in going.
Janice sat at the kitchen table sipping coffee until her niece finally emerged. Charity was already blushing as she came into the kitchen and quickly walked to the coffee pot to pour herself a cup. But then she was trapped. She couldn't very well walk out without saying anything to her aunt. So she took her cup to the table and sat opposite the older woman.
"Good morning, Aunt Janice," she said with her eyes cast down.
"Good morning, beautiful girl," said Janice in return. "I enjoyed last night. It was very special to me."
Charity's blush deepened. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Aunt Janice."
"Well, it seemed to me that you enjoyed it too."
Charity didn't know how to respond. It had been the most erotic experience of her life. But it had seemed so very, very wrong. She remained silent.
"You didn't enjoy it?" asked Janice.
"I did," replied Charity. "I mean I think I did. I was surprised though. I guess I'm not used to sex being a recreational thing."
"Look at me," commanded Janice.
Charity slowly raised her eyes and looked at her aunt.
"There should be no guilt or questioning about what we did. You needed release and I helped you achieve it because I love you."
Charity nodded but remained silent.
"Well I helped you last night," Janice went on. "Tonight, I need you to help me." Charity's eyes went wide.
"No, not like that," Janice continued, "although I might ask that someday. And I hope that you would help me with that too. But tonight, I need a date. I was hoping that you would accompany me to a party as my date."
Charity breathed a sigh of relief when she realized she wouldn't have to masturbate her aunt. "Oh, of course I'll be your date Aunt Janice. And I love you too. More than you can imagine."
Janice smiled. "Thank you, Charity. I was afraid I would have to cancel. I hate going to parties alone."
Charity smiled and straightened up. "Well we can't have you missing out on parties. I would love to go as your date."
Janice made a show of breathing a sigh of relief. "You always come through for me," she said. "Now we just have to find costumes. But that sounds like a good excuse for a shopping trip." Janice grinned.
"Costumes?" wondered Charity. "Shopping trip?"
"What kind of costume party is it?" asked Charity as the two women pulled out of the driveway.
"Some kind of master and slave thing," replied Janice as she aimed the car down the street. "I thought I would go as the master and you could go as my slave."
Charity gasped and then was silent for a moment. Then she spoke softly. "Actually, you would go as my mistress."
Janice laughed and nodded. "I guess that's right. It would take a lot of costuming to make me look like a master. So tonight, I'm your mistress."
Charity felt a mixture of fear and anticipation course through her veins. She sat silently throughout the trip as Janice chattered in the background. She wondered if she should put a stop to it right now. But curiosity finally prevailed and she decided to go through with it.
Janice guided the car into the parking lot of a store that specialized in intimate and erotic apparel. Charity had heard of the place but had never been there before. Janice parked and got out. Charity was still fumbling with her seatbelt when Janice opened the door and reached across her, letting her arm brush against both breasts. "I'll get that for you, little slave girl."
Charity was walking in a fog as Janice led her by the hand into the store. They stopped and took a quick look around before Janice led her charge to the counter.
"I need something for a party for my slave girl and myself," Janice declared to the saleslady.
"She's a beauty," smiled the saleslady whose nametag announced that her name was Anne. "Did you buy her from around here?"
Janice laughed. "No, I didn't buy her. She's a volunteer. And she's my slave girl for tonight. But I'm taking her to a party and she needs to look the part."
"Oh yes," replied Anne with a bit of a frown. Apparently she took slavery more seriously than Janice did. "Well, we'll see what we can come up with. What kind of slave did you want her to be?"
"Oh," replied a surprised Janice. "I didn't realize there were different types."
"Oh yes," instructed Anne. "Many different types. Come into the back with me and I'll show you some different options."
Both women followed Anne; one eagerly and one with a fair amount of trepidation. They went through a curtain and stopped at a table containing stacks of catalogs. Ann found the one she was looking for and started flipping pages.
"This would be a typical dungeon slave outfit."
Janice looked at it and then glanced at Charity. "Nice!"