Jenny sighed as Janet continued to caress her.
"What do you think, Jenny?"
"I think you're right," said Jenny. "Why don't you work it in and out a little, and we'll say that's enough."
"OK," said Janet softly. She pulled the plug out about three inches, then reinserted it half an inch at a time. Jenny, completely aroused, made a little sound in her throat each time Janet pushed on the plug. Janet, herself thoroughly aroused, worked the plug for another few minutes. Then she slowly pulled it out and told Jenny she would be right back. She went to the bathroom, ran some hot water on the plug, and washed her hands.
When she returned, she found Jenny lying on her back, her right leg cocked at the knee and her right hand resting on her thigh. Janet thought it was a very seductive pose. Jenny lightly brushed her left hand on Janet's leg, just above Janet's ankle bracelet. As Janet knelt down, Jenny let her hand slide up Janet's leg. Janet put her hands on the floor, one on either side of Jenny, bent her head down, and kissed Jenny. It was a long, sultry kiss, and again Jenny could feel a passion in Janet lurking just behind her kiss. It was a tantalizing kiss, the sort that any man would have made wildly passionate. The anticipation that Janet would do the same made Jenny raise her right hand. When she did, her hand brushed lightly against Janet's breast. Janet's nipple was erect, and Jenny lightly ran her forefinger around it. After a few seconds of this, Janet lifted her head, then stretched out on the floor so that just the left side of her torso was resting on Jenny.
"Wow," said Jenny quietly, as Janet brushed aside Jenny's hair with her finger, "I've never been kissed like that before."
Janet said nothing and kissed Jenny again.
They lay on the floor, kissing, for several minutes. Jenny struggled against her anticipation that Janet would become truly passionate, but Janet never really pressed her lips firmly to Jenny's. Janet's kiss could best be called firmly delicate. Even Janet's tongue, when it brushed against Jenny's, gave Jenny the feeling of subtle passion.
Jenny, once she stopped anticipating and began enjoying, ran her hands slowly up and down Janet's sides, then over Janet's hips. When she lightly ran her hands over Janet's rear, Janet moaned a little. After a few more caresses, Janet lifted her head a little.
"Jenny, if you keep doing that I'm going to get really turned on."
"Do you want me to stop?" asked Jenny.
"No," said Janet just before she kissed Jenny again.
Janet let Jenny caress her for another few minutes, then turned on her side and rested her left hand on Jenny's stomach. She began running slow circles with her hand. Jenny, no longer able to reach Janet's hip, gently ran a finger around Janet's nipple.
There was one more long, sexy kiss before Janet felt a surge. When she lifted her head she breathed deeply.
"Jenny, I want to touch you," she whispered.
Realizing that words were out of place, Jenny took Janet's left wrist in her right hand and slowly guided it down her stomach until it was between her legs. With her left hand, Jenny pulled Janet's head down for another kiss as Janet's finger began massaging around Jenny's clit.
Janet hadn't time, when the escort was there the day before, to find just the right place to touch Jenny. Now she did. She carefully worked her finger in a slow circle, first clockwise then counterclockwise. When she touched Jenny just above and to the right of Jenny's clit, Jenny lurched upward a little. Once she had found Jenny's most sensitive spot, Janet didn't concentrate on it but returned to it at irregular intervals. The third such time, Jenny tensed completely, moaned long and low, and twisted her left shoulder off the floor. Janet turned on her side and rested her head on Jenny's chest. She leaned against Jenny, draped her left leg over Jenny's left leg, then resumed her gentle stimulation. Jenny could have easily wiggled from under Janet's restraint, but it was much nicer to wiggle within it. She put her left hand on the back Janet's head, then alternately stroked Janet's hair and teased it around her finger. For Jenny, everything – Janet's body against her, the light restraint of Janet's leg, Janet's breath on her breast, the silky feel of Janet's hair – was too exquisite to be merely erotic. It was physical communication and the message was pellucid. Jenny heard the message over and over. Since it wasn't conveyed in words, it was never repetitive, never boring. To the contrary, every time Jenny heard it, it was sweet and fresh, and every time she heard it she only wanted to hear it again.
When Janet's finger, following no pattern discernable to Jenny, finally drove Jenny to an orgasm, Jenny was emotionally overwhelmed. Instead of rolling off Jenny and flopping on her back, Janet embraced Jenny, then lightly touched her breast. Jenny had to say something, but couldn't speak. She put her right hand on Janet's shoulder, then gently pushed her over and onto her back. Jenny hovered above Janet for a few moments, brushing the hair back from Janet's face with her finger, then kissed her. Jenny wanted it to be Janet's kiss, infused with subtle passion, but it was impossible. What lurked beneath the surface in Janet bubbled out of Jenny. Janet would have been disappointed had it been otherwise. She had not thought about it beforehand, but she now expected Jenny's kiss to be passionate and emotional. When it was, Janet happily followed her new lover. To Janet, being kissed by Jenny was like having a small child pounce on her. Jenny was exuberant and unrestrained, energetic and joyful.
After kissing Janet for several minutes, Jenny laid her head on Janet's chest and snuggled as close to Janet as she could. She reached between Janet's legs and slipped her forefinger between Janet's lips. In two minutes, Janet arched her back and spread her legs a little further apart. Jenny wasn't quite as skillful as Janet, but after several more minutes Janet had her first orgasm since becoming a slave. Janet had never been stimulated by a woman, but her orgasm was wonderful. She smiled to herself when she thought of all the men who had been unable to do what Jenny had done.
Jenny got the distinct impression that Janet's orgasm had not been nearly as intense or satisfying as her own. Nevertheless, Janet thanked Jenny with a long, sexy kiss. After several more kisses, and a few long embraces, Jenny again lowered her head onto Janet's chest and put her arm around Janet's waist. She thought for a moment to tell Janet how she felt, then realized she had known Janet for only a week. It had been a terrible week, the worst week of her life, worse than any she thought possible. Jenny tried to forget that there were one hundred and eighty-one more weeks to follow. She squeezed Janet's waist.
"Good night, Janet," said Jenny.
Janet stroked Jenny's hair. "Goodnight, beautiful."
CHAPTER XIV
When Jenny awoke Monday morning, Janet was still asleep. Jenny knew better than to wake Janet, but she hoped that the two of them would have a few moments alone before an escort came to take them to breakfast. She snuggled next to Janet and felt that same little tingle she had felt two mornings ago. The tingle didn't signify to Jenny that she was in love with Janet, but she could not deny that she was strongly attracted to her new lover.
Jenny's occasional wiggling, and the arm firmly embracing Janet's waist, slowly roused the older girl. When Janet became aware that it was really Jenny holding on to her, and not Jenny in a dream she had just before she awoke, she put her hand on Jenny's shoulder.
"Morning," she said softly to Jenny.
"Oh, morning," said Jenny. "Did I wake you up?"
"Yes, but it's OK. It's a nice way to wake up."
They cuddled for a few moments.
"I guess I won't see you again until Friday," said Jenny.
"No, I guess not," said Janet.
"Can I kiss you before you go?" asked Jenny.
"You don't even have to ask," said Janet.
One kiss turned into a second, and the second into a third. It was during the third kiss that Jenny heard something.
"Ahem."
It sounded like a female. Jenny jerked her head up and found herself looking at an older slave with a brown collar.
"Sorry to interrupt you two," said the older slave, "but I need
to change your blankets."
Jenny, who had been quite startled, slumped on her back. "You scared the shit out of me," she said.
"Not near as much as you're gonna be scared if you two get caught in here together," said the older slave.
"Why?" asked Jenny. "We're not doing anything wrong."
"I don't mean you two kissing," said the older slave, motioning Jenny and Janet off their bed. "Don't you know you can get in big trouble for sneaking into each other's rooms?"
"Janet didn't sneak in here," said Jenny indignantly. "Her master and my master let us spend the weekend together."
"Good thing for you, then," said the older slave as she rolled up the blankets. "When I was a BB, two slaves got caught sleeping together. Their masters took them to breakfast and made them sixty-nine on one of the tables. Then the both of them got a whipping." She picked the blankets up. "I guess things have changed." She carried the blankets out, returned in a moment with another set, and dumped them on the floor.
"You two are goddamned lucky," she said looking at Jenny and Janet. "I was a BB for three months and I spent every night alone." She turned and left.
"Maybe we are lucky," said Jenny as she put her arms around Janet's waist.
"We're slaves, Jenny. That's the worst luck you can have. But I know what you mean," she said as she embraced her lover.
"Well," said Janet with a sigh, "I'd better get ready. Donut boy might be working this morning."
While Janet was in the bathroom applying lubricant, Jenny rolled out the fresh blankets. What a strange life it would be, she thought, to live with Janet like this. We'd get up in the morning, straighten up, then have sex with whomever walked in. At the end of the day we'd clean up, go to bed, and have sex.
When Janet emerged from the bathroom, the two slaves sat next to each other, their backs against the wall. They held hands, but said nothing. After about ten minutes, an escort came to take them to breakfast. When they returned from breakfast Janet was led back to her own room.
Jenny's morning passed quietly, without any visits from customers or escorts. She thought about the weekend, thought about Janet, and most of all thought about the previous evening. Having a girlfriend was very different from having a boyfriend, Jenny concluded. In both cases the sex was very nice, but with a girlfriend she didn't have to deal with all the male-female tensions.
A little before noon, Jenny's master appeared. Back to the men, Jenny said to herself, as she assumed her best sitting position. At least he's a man I want to please.
Maurice fetched the chair and sat down without first taking off his clothes.
"Did you and the blond slave get along this weekend?" he asked.
"Yes, master," replied Jenny with a hint of a smile. "Thank you for letting us stay together, master."
"I'm glad it worked out," said Maurice. "Now, I need to tell you a few things about your training. First, you're no longer just for oral sex. After you give your visitor a blow job, you must turn around, the way you did Saturday, and offer yourself to him. It's your job to make your visitor feel that you want him. You have to show him that you're willing, very willing, but nothing more." He paused for a moment. "Understand?" he said slowly.
"Yes, master," said Jenny. She knew exactly what he meant.
"Save the wild sex for the high school boys and the escorts," said Maurice.
"Yes, master," said Jenny. The prospect of performing for a high school acquaintance the way she had for her master did not appeal to her.
"I may as well tell you something more. You must serve as a BB for at least two months. Any time after that, I can recommend that you become a soph. I think that both you and the blond slave will become sophs after the two-month minimum. We will probably make both of you sophs at the same time. The reason for that is that sophs can room together, and if you and the blond slave are still friends the two of you can have the same room."
Jenny was very happy to hear this but, remembering how her master had reacted when she had exploded with joy the week before, she restrained herself. "That would be wonderful, master," she said.
"You still have to perform well over the next two months, though. Otherwise, you'll be a BB for at least another month."
"I promise, master, I'll perform very well," said Jenny.
"Good," said Maurice. He stood up and took off his clothes.
Jenny knew that now was the time to perform. She wanted to do something nice for her master, but she could think of nothing. She had already given him the sweet, sexy treatment and the wild, passionate treatment. In less than a week, she had exhausted her sexual repertoire. Then she remembered what she had done with Gary, the boy on the picnic table, and decided that was suitable for the occasion. She spent more than half an hour slowly stroking her master to an orgasm. At one point, his dick slipped out of her mouth and slapped against his stomach. She quickly bent his dick forward with her hand and got it back in her mouth.
"That's very nice," said Maurice. "Shows just the right amount of eagerness. You should use that on your customers now and then."
Jenny herself had noticed that her accidental slip made her look eager. When he had his orgasm, it was obvious to Jenny that he appreciated her efforts. Maurice liked it so much that he again felt something for Jenny that was not at all appropriate in a master-slave relationship. When he screwed her, the feeling only intensified as she slowly rocked back and forth. After he made her clean off his dick, he left, bewildered that Jenny had made him react in a way that no other slave had.
During her master's visit, Jenny, her desire to please her master notwithstanding, had been thinking about Janet. Though she knew it was still seven weeks away, she was overjoyed at the prospect of rooming with her new lover. When Maurice left, Jenny counted to five, then leapt in the air and screamed. She couldn't wait to tell Janet and couldn't wait to become a soph. Yes, yes, yes, she repeated to herself as she cleaned herself.
While she was in the bathroom, she heard someone call her name. Startled, she ran into her room and threw herself on the floor.
"Jenny, I've been waiting by that dump the escorts use for an office for forty-five minutes. What were you doing?"
It was Mark, her former boyfriend.
What do you think I was doing, you goof, Jenny said to herself. "I was with a man," said Jenny, as she assumed her sitting position.
"Who was it, Jenny? Was it Eric?" Mark asked.
It took Jenny a moment to realize that Mark had probably been talking to Alicia and that Alicia was probably talking to Eric. How else, she reasoned, would Mark know that Eric had visited her. Mark and Eric weren't on speaking terms, since Mark knew that Eric was wildly in love with Jenny.
"No, Mark, it wasn't Eric," Jenny replied.
Mark had not sat down, and he paced back and forth a few times. "Well," said Mark in a demanding tone, "then who was it?"
Jenny was surprised by Mark's tone and his question. When they were dating, he had never spoken sternly and he had never asked embarrassing questions about her personal life.
"Mark, what difference does it make? I'm a slave. Every man who walks in here can have whatever he wants from me."
"That's right, Jenny, every one," said Mark. "I'm sure there have been a lot of them, too. Have you kept track, Jenny? Do you know how many men have had you since you got here?"
"What? What kind of question is that? Of course I'm not keeping track." Jenny lowered her voice a little and tried to see things from Mark's point of view. "Mark, you don't understand my situation. I know it's not easy for you, but it's not easy for me either."
"Is it really hard for you, Jenny?"
Jenny couldn't believe that Mark would ask such a question.
"Mark," she said firmly, "being a sex slave is probably the hardest thing a girl can do. You can't understand it unless you've been a slave. Mentally, it's very difficult. My master is nice, but he's demanding."
"Mentally it's difficult? Come on, Jenny, you expect me to believe that?
I mean, I don't think that sex is that challenging, mentally."
"Mark," said Jenny quietly, "I don't know why you're even asking me about it. Take my word for it, though. Slavery is worse, much worse, than you think. Please don't ask me any more about it." She paused. "I know you're here for sex. Why don't you take your clothes off?"
"No, not yet, Jenny," said Mark. "I'm curious about something. You said your master was nice. You mean he treats you OK?"
"Yes, he treats me OK," said Jenny. She didn't want to talk about her master, but Mark persisted.
"So you like him," said Mark.
"Mark, I don't want to talk about him. Besides, your question doesn't make any sense. Whether I like him or not I have to do what he tells me."
"I've heard a few things about the masters here," said Mark as though he had attended a lecture on the subject. "I know what it takes to get hired by DiMarcos. I'll bet that you knew, too, before you got here."
Before she had gambled her freedom, Jenny heard that the men who worked at DiMarcos all had large dicks. That was the source of the advice (Open wiiiiide) that she and her friends had for girls who lost their freedom. She did not know, however, that there were men at DiMarcos who were designated as masters, and she had no idea that a slave's training was structured. She knew only what she had learned at the information sessions she was required to attend prior to gambling her freedom. Those sessions, though accurate, didn't begin to tell the whole story.
Jenny wasn't sure what Mark expected her to know. "Knew what?" she asked.
"C'mon, Jenny, don't play dumb with me. You knew that every guy who worked here had a big dick."
"What does that have to do with anything?" asked Jenny incredulously.
"Plenty, I'd say. You just told me your master was nice."
"Mark, I said he treated me OK. You think I like him because he has a big dick? That's ridiculous."
"Is it, Jenny? Who was with you just now? Was it your master?"
Jenny, by now, was thoroughly put off by Mark's interrogation. She tried to ignore Mark's last question. "Mark, you've probably only got an hour with me. Why don't you just take off your clothes?"
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