Her gaze lingers on my emerald camisole, taking in the details of the lace and noting the swell of my breasts, the nipples making the slightest indentation under the lace.
She unfastens the clasp and unzips the skirt, then slides it down for me to step out of, revealing the matching slip, contrasting against my nude hose. She folds the skirt and places it next to the blouse.
She grasps the straps of the camisole and pulls it up as I raise my arms to let her remove it completely. She folds it carefully, trying not to let me see her staring at my breasts.
"It's okay, dear, we've not been naked together before now. Take your time and inspect me carefully, after all, "
The girl looks at my face, seeking a hint of my reaction to her interest, then returns her attention to my body. Her desire is tangible in the room and I let it linger, then tell her, "If you don't turn off the water, there won't be room for both of us."
She cries softly, then turns and runs into the bathroom. The water stops and she returns to find me standing in panties, thigh-highs, and heels, patiently awaiting her to finish her first service to me.
She moves to remove the stockings but I stop her and indicate she is to remove the panties, first. She catches the waistband in her fingers and pulls them down so I can step out of them. She places them panties on the chair and I turn to face her.
"Smell my sex, Evelyn."
She kneels,, closes her eyes, and raises her face toward me. I place my hand at the back of her head and push her nose into my bush. I rub her against me, enjoying the sensation of the touch of her face. She makes no move to caress me, orally, sensing that is not the purpose of this attention.
"Yes, dear, this is an introduction. Meet your new Mistress, who expects your devotion and love. She has a secret name which I will tell you, later, but you are to address her as 'Mistress'. Respond."
"Yes, ma'am."
"No, you are to address her when she is present. Tell her you are glad to meet her." I continue rubbing against her nose and lips, my fingers caressing her hair and the back of her neck.
"I am pleased to meet you, my Mistress. I promise to love you and to devote myself to your happiness and pleasure. It is my honor to serve you."
"Very good, Evelyn. Mistress awaits your more intimate attentions, but first you must bathe her, and me."
While kneeling, Evelyn slips off my heels and rolls down my hose and folds them carefully, looking up at me.
"Take my hand and let's go to the bath."
We hold hands and she steadies me as I step into the fragrant water. She's found the matches and lit the candles, the thoughtful, imaginative girl.
Once I'm comfortable in the bath, she kneels beside the tub. She finds the soap and sponges and begins a luxurious bathing of her new owner. She washes me carefully here, there, everywhere, her ministrations deft and careful, touching me roughly enough to clean, softly enough to avoid irritating my skin.
Finally, she pauses, looks into my eyes questioningly.
"Yes, dear, it's almost time for you to bathe your new Mistress. First, I'd think it would be fun for you to jump in here with me."
Her eyes widen.
"No, we won't do this every time, but this is our first time together and I think a special treat is in order."
The water was still quite hot as she climbed in, facing me.
"Here, dear, place your legs over mine and come up close so that we can cuddle."
She moved up next to me and I held her in my arms. She lay her head on my shoulder and I patted it.
"There, there, my love, you've done such a good job so far. I'm very proud of you and you are a credit to your training."
She looked up at me and I smiled a broad smile. Just the hint of a smile came to her pretty little face.
I took a sponge and dressed it with soap and began washing her off. She was delivered quite clean and fresh smelling, but this was an opportunity for me to bond her to me. I cleaned her quickly, all over, and pulled her back against me. She settled in comfortable in my arms, the fragrance wafting around us adding to the candlelight combining in a romantic atmosphere.
I moved from stroking her hair to pushing her face back for a kiss. I brought my lips to hers and felt hers part for my tongue. Our kiss had a top and that was me, it had a bottom and that was her and she submitted to my demands, opening and allowing me access to her without reserve. Her hands folded against my chest and mine found her breasts, rubbing and squeezing, the cute little nipples begging for squeezes and receiving them. I kneaded the soft flesh there, finding her youthful firmness warming to my touch and her nipples blooming at my touch.
I pulled her up and had her kneel before me, then bend over so that I could suckle first one breast, then the other. The little tease, she squealed her delight and pulled away, then brought the rosebuds closer for more attention.
"That's quite enough for now, Evelyn," I reprimanded her, "Get out and help me dry off."
She hung her head and climbed out of the tub. I would have to remember she was young and inexperienced and not used to me, yet. She gathered up a soft terry robe for me and a fluffy white towel.
To the credit of her training, she'd made no move to dry herself, foregoing that simple act to respond to my command, first.
Dripping, she dried me carefully and thoroughly and helped me into the robe.
"Dry yourself off, dear, use a fresh towel, that's okay. When you're done, there's a mop in the closet. Dry the floor and then attend me in the bedroom."
I moved into the bedroom and traded the fluffy robe for a silk robe in a dramatic floral print. I sat on the edge of the bed and crossed my legs, waiting.
A chastened Evelyn, her face dewy from the exertion of mopping the bathroom, presented herself to me beside the bed, her eyes downcast, again. She was nude, again.
"You must moisturize me, dear, before my skin dries completely. Kneel and do my legs and feet, first."
She complied, rubbing cream all over and about my feet and toes, her fingers seemingly loving the attention she gave me. She followed up by rubbing my calves and knees, then my thighs. This wasn't quite a massage, but quite stimulating. I enjoyed watching her breasts bounce as she exerted herself on my behalf.
"Now, dearest, sit on the edge of the bed and spread your legs."
She complied, throwing her arms above her head in surrender. I turned around and pulled some long scarves, already fastened to the bed corners, up and bound her wrists, then her ankles. I pulled another scarf out and tied it around her head as a blindfold.
"Now dear, raise your hips."
She struggled to do this, squirming at the bonds I'd placed. I slipped a towel under her.
She had to be wondering what I was doing.
"Your bush is lovely, dear, but I prefer you keep it shaved, completely. This one time I'l remove it as a symbol of my ownership, but from now on, you must maintain it unless I tell you otherwise."
"Yes, ma'am," her voice quivering.
I wiped the hair with a hot washcloth, wetting her thoroughly. I rubbed in some shave cream and began trimming away the hair from her pussy.
She was frozen in terror, silly thing. That was part of my treatment, but I didn't want her shivering in fear while I held a straight razor.
"Evelyn, you simply must relax. If you quiver, I'll do you some serious damage and have to punish you, as well."
She froze as I deftly shaved her clean as a whistle. I wiped off the rest of the cream and dried her, then applied some emollient to soothe the virgin flesh, not exposed since puberty.
I could feel her relax under my hand, the tension melting away. I stroked her vaginal lips, rubbing and squeezing each side, letting my finger run between them, up, down, about to her anus, teasing and rimming that opening.
"Let's see what flavor I picked."
I moved my lips down to kiss the smooth flesh, my tongue exploring the crevices and circling her clitoris. I began a rapid fanning motion over her sensitive little bud.
"Ohhhhh," she moaned in pleasure.
"Yes, dear, relax, let yourself go."
I took it in my lips and suckled her tiny head, then began rubbing it with my tongue.
"Mmmmmm", she responded, bucking her hips up toward me, straining against the scarves.
I untied them and told her, "Roll over."
She was frustrated but she complied, her beautiful little ass up in the air, her cute little waist so slender. She really is a cute little thing.
I reached a scarf around her head and tied it in her mouth.
"Now, Evelyn, it's time for you to learn better self-control. You became quite aroused in the bath, didn't you, my lovely?"
She nodded, squirming. It was not the first time she'd been punished from behind.
"Be still, little one. I'm going to spank you carefully. If you're still, it will not mark you more than just a red bottom. If you wiggle, there might be a bruise, which will displease me. Your complexion is lovely, but you must learn to control yourself even when I excite you sexually."
She quieted and nodded her understanding.
I kneaded her cheeks, one, then the other, feeling the warm softness so perfect and firm.
Suddenly I slapped the left cheek as hard as I could, careful to keep the hand flat as it struck. The resounding slap was followed by her cry of humiliation and pain, muffled by the gag.
"There, now, my lovely, that's not so bad, is it?" Tears soaked the mattress. I noted my handprint reddening on her white flesh.
"It's a lot of change in one day, isn't it sweetie? You've done so well, so far, I'm very pleased with you so far. You've a lot to learn, but I look forward to working with you and watching you develop under my care and yes, even to loving you." I untied the gag, releasing one last sob before she regained her composure.
I removed the bonds on her wrists and ankles.
"Now, get up and kneel before me. Look me in the eye."
"Yes, ma'am."
"I require now that you maintain eye contact with me."
"Yes, ma'am."
Now, without looking away, reach down and feel your soft flesh where I shaved you. That's right, feel it all over."
I watched as she moved her hand to her crotch and she carefully inspected the strange texture of familiar territory. She felt all over, feeling the lips, the folds, the sensitive little bump now hiding since her punishment. It must have seemed quite different from the way it felt with all that hair.
"Keep rubbing, dear, I want you to rub yourself to orgasm while I watch."
Her curiosity soon became arousal and her fingers found a pleasing rhythm. Her other hand reached up and caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples, rubbing, moving down to press her tummy. The primary hand never faltered, however and I watched as her eyes slitted, her head moved back, exposing her neck to me, her eyes closed and she knew only her own center of pleasure.
"Yes, dear, thank me, thank me for the spanking. If it really feels good to rub yourself, thank me and I'll help you."
"Thank you, ma'am, thank you for the spanking." The rubbing was quite frantic. She had both hands down there, now, indicating the intensity of her pleasure. Her left hand caressed and rubbed the outside, working into her slit while her right kept two fingers vibrating over her clitoris. She made little moans of pleasure, little cries over and over.
"Now dear, without stopping, rise and lean over the bed. Don't stop rubbing or I'll be cross."
Somehow she accomplished this feat, never quite stopping while she bent over the bed. I knelt behind her and began licking her cheek where my handprint remained.
"Oh, Miss, oh, please, yes..."
My kisses moved to between her cheeks and I felt her frantic rubbing with my lips over her anus.
High pitched, now, "Ayyyyy, ohhhh, yessss..."
My tongue found the little hole and darted within, the penetration must have seemed amazing to her. I frenched her, in and out,, in and out, rapidly and it took her over the edge. She screamed and bucked her ass back against my face frantically seeking even deeper intimate contact. I felt her spasms of completion go on and on and on.
When I sensed the intensity begin to lessen, I backed up and slapped the other cheek as hard as I could. Her initial orgasm was matched by another and I watched as her fingers darted inside herself uncontrollably, finding the internal center of her pleasure, enjoying the contractions around her fingers.
I sat beside her supine form and began rubbing the gentle emollient into her skin.
"Yes, dear, that's right, the life of a slave girl is pleasure, pain, pleasure, pain...."
"Oh, that feels good, thank you, ma'am." I felt her back muscles relax under my rubbing."
"You haven't forgotten anything, have you, my sweet Evelyn?"
I felt her tense, "Oh, no, ma'am, oh no? What have I forgotten?"
"Turn over dear, and I'll show you."
She rolled over, her eyes on mine. I knelt over her chest, her breasts against my legs.
"Your Mistress requires your special attention. Perhaps you'd like to kiss her?"
Her lips found my pussy, already quite warm from observing her pleasure, and she began kissing it all over. Her arms grasped my legs and pulled me closer so that she could demonstrate the skills she'd been taught with her lips and her tongue. I let the pleasure wash over me, dominating this pretty little thing with my body, my pussy her special mistress. She kissed and kissed, sucked and sucked, licked and licked, again.
"Yes, dear, yes, my lovely, I like a light, rapid stroke, just at the tip, yes, yes, that's it...don't stop, yes, there, yes, yes, yes...."
I came hard and squirted my moisture all over her pretty face. She delighted in it, licking and sucking it into her mouth, swellowing it with obvious pleasure.
"Be still, honey, while I shift..." I turned around and bent my bottom over her face. She didn't miss a beat, finding my anus and kissing it, giving me the same tonguing she'd received. This time her skilled fingers caressed my bottom and front to accompany the intimate oral pleasure and I soon found myself building to another climax. This one exploded, bigger than the first. The cunning minx didn't stop, she just kept stimulating me until I came again and then again and then again.
Finally, I collapsed and crawled up to put my head on the pillow. She watched and I patted the pillow beside me, "Here, dear, lay beside me tonight. I'd like to cuddle you close and I might need something during the night."
She reached down and pulled up the quilt at the foot of the bed, arranging it carefully over the two of us.
"Yes, ma'am."
She felt just right, her cute little head comforted on my arm. She folded her hands next to me and I held her close and went to sleep.
That's exactly the way we woke up.
Smiling at each other.
The End.
Hallowing Eve
Lisa stood on the cabin's small porch and shook the rain from her hair as she fished in her pocket for the key. Privacy be damned, she swore to herself. Next time, I'll choose a place that is reachable by car. Moments later, a similarly soaked Eve joined her. They'd been almost half a mile away when the storm caught them by surprise. Trudging through high winds and torrential rain was not the best way to start their weekend escape.
"Just whose bright idea was it to walk?" Eve panted. "Hurry up, woman! I'm freezing."
Lisa shot Eve a sardonic look as she pushed open the heavy door with her hip. "I seem to recall it being your idea. I wanted to wait for the ATV shuttle."
"Your memory is.... Oh, wow! This place is gorgeous." Eve kicked off her sneakers and peeled the sodden socks from her feet, her feigned annoyance forgotten. She rubbed and wiggled her toes a bit to warm them. "I'll start a fire."
Lisa grinned at her abrupt change in tone. The woman could shift gears without missing a beat. It was just one of the many things she loved about Eve. "Sounds terrific. I'll find some towels and then make hot chocolate."
The reservation desk had assured h
er they need not bring toiletries, towels, bed linens, or groceries; all would be provided. Looking about, Lisa could find no fault with the accommodations. She congratulated herself for calling right on the heels of a cancellation. During peak fall foliage season, the deluxe cabins were typically booked years in advance.
Barely two weeks ago, one of their company's multi-million dollar accounts had announced a Halloween costume ball. Everyone in the office was invited, and the CEO 'strongly encouraged' attendance. Both Eve and Lisa hated the idea, but they needed a damned good reason to miss the party. A non-refundable reservation provided the perfect excuse, and Lisa could think of no destination more appealing than a secluded mountain cabin. Add Eve to the mix and it became her idea of paradise. The speed with which Eve accepted her invitation gave further weight to Lisa's growing suspicion that the fantasy was mutual.
Lisa grinned when she discovered the long terrycloth robes hanging on pegs behind the bathroom door. The rain turned from liability to asset as a new plan formed in her mind. Silently thanking the weather gods, she removed her wet clothing and wrapped herself in the plush bathrobe. Seduction would be so much easier without a bunch of clothing in the way.
"Everything I brought is completely soaked," Lisa announced upon her return to the living room. She tossed a fluffy towel on the hearth where Eve stood warming herself by the fire. "I threw it all in the dryer. Turn it on after you add your stuff, okay?"
Continuing toward the kitchen area, Lisa could feel Eve's eyes on her back. Penny for your thoughts was on the tip of her tongue as she glanced over her shoulder. The expression on Eve's face made the inquiry unnecessary, and Lisa felt the knot of desire between her legs pulse in response.
Eve blushed, but held her gaze. Lisa wasn't about to back down in a game of erotic dare, so she turned and took a small step toward Eve. C'mon! her mind screamed, but Eve ducked into the bathroom to change out of her wet clothes. The spell broken—for the moment, anyway—Lisa busied herself with the hot chocolate.
She tried not to think about Eve or about the big box on the kitchen table, but that was nigh impossible. She'd placed the online order as soon as the reservation was confirmed, and then notified the park of the pending delivery and requested it be left in the cabin.
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