by Ella Ford
Kaitlyn responded instantly, shuffling forward on her knees until she was a short distance from the sofa. “Stop!” ordered Nikki, enjoying the way the girl willingly did everything she said. Time for some fun.
With her outstretched foot, she gently brushed against Kaitlyn’s cheek, dragging her toes across the soft skin. Kaitlyn shuddered, leaning into the soft warmth of the stockinged foot. Nikki traced around her face to the mouth, playfully pulling at the girl’s lips, allowing her to taste her, to smell her. Kaitlyn responded by opening her mouth to suck the toes, but Nikki instantly drew back. “Did I tell you to suck my toes?” she barked.
“No, miss,” replied Kaitlyn, flinching at the scolding.
Nikki returned her foot to Kaitlyn’s cheek, repeating the tease. “Now, I want you to take my foot and worship it, slowly making your way up my leg.”
Kaitlyn got to work without hesitation, taking Nikki foot in her warm hands and wrapping her lips around the toes. She greedily sucked and licked, her desire to taste her mistress trumping her self-control. Any pretence of a slow seduction was lost in the wet flurry of her mouth’s exploration.
Nikki gasped, the feeling of the girl on her foot was unfathomably pleasant. She fought to retain focus. “Slower!” she commanded.
“Sorry, miss,” replied Kaitlyn, slowing herself down and gingerly kissing at the sole of her foot. She worked her way around the arch, kissed across the top and moved her mouth to Nikki’s ankle. With tender strokes of her tongue, she licked her way up Nikki’s calf, stopping behind her knee to focus on that sensitive area. Nikki moaned as the girl teased her, longing to grab her head and pull her forwards, but eager to prolong this moment.
With eyes still firmly closed, Kaitlyn reached Nikki’s inner thighs. She kissed the soft warmth repeatedly, drawing ever closer to her final destination. Reaching the top of Nikki’s stockings, Kaitlyn thrust out her tongue forwards, suddenly eager for her first taste of exposed flesh. She sucked and licked the soft skin, whipping Nikki into a frenzy. The turmoil of her desire willing the girl forwards to the waiting pussy.
It became too much for both girls to bear. Nikki plunged her hands into Kaitlyn’s thick hair, pulling her head between her legs. Kaitlyn didn’t resist, her probing tongue ready as she plunged into Nikki wet folds. She set to work immediately, mouth pressed into the wetness. Nikki angled her legs back, holding them in place with her hands as Kaitlyn forced her eager tongue into her hole. She moaned loudly, willing the girl deeper within her.
Kaitlyn withdrew, reversing her stroke and lapping upwards onto Nikki’s throbbing clit. Nikki exploded, gripping her legs and spreading them wider than she thought possible, thinking only of laying herself out before this hungry girl. Kaitlyn responded, licking harder and harder, her rhythm matching the rhythm of Nikki’s desire, kindling her flame - small at first, yet burning brighter with every passing second - until a fireball rose through Nikki’s body. Nikki wrapped her legs around Kaitlyn’s head, pressing her inwards as the climax took her. She reached out with feverish energy, hands clawing at the material of the sofa as if to prevent the tsunami from washing her away. Unstoppable, the orgasm ate its way through her body, rocking her to the core and flooding her with an intensity she had seldom experienced. She feared she might break, washed onto rocks by the waves that swept over her. When she thought she could take no more, as it pushed her to the limits of her tolerance, it left her. Her body was cast down to the world below, fragile and quivering. After what felt like an eternity, she breathed again. Limbs trembling with the memory of it.
She sat, suddenly hungry for the girl between her legs. She took hold of Kaitlyn and pulled their bodies together. She kissed her, licked her face, relishing the taste of her own pussy and Kaitlyn’s sweat. It was an intoxicating mix. The girl kissed her back, her own desire and need for fulfillment overriding her nascent submission.
Panting, Nikki pushed the girl away. She struggled to regain control, to remain disciplined before the new maid. She stood, looming over Kaitlyn, who had fallen backwards onto the floor. “Kneel,” she commanded, her voice still trembling and weak. Kaitlyn looked at her, hungry for more, but didn’t move. “KNEEL!” shouted Nikki, regaining her composure to bark her authority.
Kaitlyn moved this time, returning to the kneeling position.
Nikki caught her breath, studying the petulant girl before her. It’s time to fuck some obedience into this one, she thought, surprising herself with how much she was enjoying dominating her. “Bend over the sofa,” Nikki said, attempting to emulate Ms. Klein’s I won’t ask twice tone. Kaitlyn sensed her serious intent, moved quickly back to the sofa and bent her body down onto the soft cushion. Nikki enjoyed the way her ass looked, the way her legs lay behind her, knees apart slightly, exposing the wet bulge of her young pussy.
Nikki smiled and walked to the wicker basket in the corner of the room. She rummaged through the selection of sex toys that Ms. Klein kept here for play time. She thought back to the first time she was in this room with Ms. Klein, many months ago. How she’d bent over much like Kaitlyn did now and taken her mistress’ thick cock deep inside her. Panting with anticipation, she selected a strapon dildo. It was smooth and red, not overly large, but would suffice for the purpose of Kaitlyn’s training.
She strapped the appendage to her waist, drawing the harness through her legs to secure it in position. On the sofa, Kaitlyn breathed heavily, never once looking around to see what was happening behind her. Her fingers dug into the soft velvet of the sofa, knuckles white with anticipation as she prepared for what came next.
Nikki crossed the room, her plastic cock swinging before her. Kaitlyn sensed her approach and tensed her body. Kneeling behind the girl, Nikki ran a tender hand across her perfect ass cheek. Kaitlyn sighed, then yelped as Nikki cruelly raised her hand then brought her palm down onto the soft skin. Thwack!
“Say ‘thank you, miss’,” Nikki commanded, her voice demure and seductive.
“Thank you, miss,” replied Kaitlyn, panting heavily now.
Nikki rewarded her by teasing the tip of the strapon through her pussy lips, covering the hard plastic with the warm juice of Kaitlyn’s lust. She sighed as the smooth appendage touched her, shocked by the cold but aroused by the anticipation of what Nikki was going to do. The rounded tip brushed over Kaitlyn’s tight hole, lingered there for endless seconds, before pushing forwards to enter her. She inhaled sharply, a short intake of breath that she held as Nikki’s cock slowly filled her. As the stroke was reversed, she gave a long exhale, moaning as she did so.
Nikki gripped her hips, pulling her body back onto the dildo and beginning her rhythmic strokes. The soft leather of the strapon harness tugged and pulled at her own pussy, intensifying the pleasure she felt as she corrupted this helpless maid. She felt the power course through her, the thrill of domination. An expanse of possibility opened up before her as she contemplated her possession of this girl’s body - the things she could do to her, the things she could have her do in return. Her willingness and submission presenting a universe of pleasure and lust that she could explore for centuries yet never fully uncover.
Kaitlyn wailed with pleasure and Nikki realised she’d been pounding her hard, caught up in her own sordid imagination. She dialed down the pace of the piston that she was drilling into the girl’s pussy, building slowly over time to prolong the moment. Kaitlyn thrashed and moaned under her, hands clawing at the sofa, feet beating up and down on the thick carpet. Her head was flung back and her back arched, lifting her breasts fully off the sofa. Nikki reached forward and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as one might grab a horse’s mane. Kaitlyn screamed at this, her climax now inevitable as she passed the point of no return. She tensed beneath Nikki, legs gripping together to slow the pounding of the plastic cock. She exhaled deeply, then collapsed onto the sofa before her, body limp and spent.
Nikki eased the cock out of her dripping hole, stood and removed the harness. She casually tossed it into the basket in th
e corner.
She looked down at the broken girl, yet to move from where she lay. “When you’ve recovered, meet me in the laundry and we’ll teach you how Ms. Klein likes her blouses folded.”
And with that, she left.
Chapter 4
The month passed quickly after the initial training session. Kaitlyn informed her college that she was taking an extended leave of absence to care for a sick relative. She moved herself into Ms. Klein’s permanently on the first day, telling Nikki that her parents travelled a lot with their jobs and were seldom at home. They wouldn’t notice that she hardly spent anytime over there. If they asked, she’d say she was staying at one of the dorms on campus.
It was the perfect arrangement. Their mornings were spent doing chores around the house, Kaitlyn shadowing Nikki at first but later taking on tasks of her own. During the afternoons, Nikki would train Kaitlyn, teaching her to behave obediently. These steamy sessions were intense, often pushing the younger girl to her breaking point, both physically and mentally. There were times that she seemed sure to quit, but to Nikki’s astonishment she always rallied around. Gradually, she became the perfect maid, docile, compliant and totally willing. Nikki was sure that Ms. Klein would approve.
For her part, Nikki grew into the role of dominant. She found herself longing for those long afternoons behind the closed door of the playroom. The look of adulation and capitulation on Kaitlyn’s face as she gazed up at her mistress. Her moans of pleasure and frustration as Nikki teased her captive body time and again.
Ms. Klein was curiously absent during this time, taking week long business trips and spending whole days locked away in her office. She called on Nikki only twice during the month, involving only her and not Kaitlyn in her sordid games. When Nikki had asked her if Kaitlyn would play with them that evening, Ms. Klein had replied that the girl was Nikki’s for the duration of her probation, and it wouldn’t be proper to confuse her with the presence of another mistress. Nikki had nodded, satisfied that Ms. Klein knew best. She found herself happily returning to the role of submissive, if even for just a night.
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The final day of the probation period arrived, and Ms. Klein summoned her two maids to the playroom. They arrived to find her sitting in her usual spot on the sofa, smiling that sickly sweet smile that suggested a fun evening for the girls. Beside her, she’d laid out an array of sextoys. A grotesque selection of dildos, buttplugs, ropes, handcuffs and items that Nikki couldn’t even identify. She fluttered her eyelashes as the girls surveyed the arsenal and gestured at the rug for them to kneel down.
Nikki and Kaitlyn were equals tonight, dressed identically in the maid dress. Nikki felt a relief to have the old hierarchy back, even if Lilly was no longer with them. She dropped to her knees beside Kaitlyn, and was proud to see her student kneel properly with her arms folded neatly behind her back, chest thrust forward provocatively. She adopted the same pose, imaging how they must look from where Ms. Klein now sat, from where she herself had sat many times in the last month.
Ms. Klein gazed at Kaitlyn, her face the very picture of friendly interest. “Kaitlyn, my dear, how have you found your month in Miss Nikki’s capable hands?” she said, her voice flowed like thick treacle, rich and sickly.
“It has been very educational, mistress,” replied Kaitlyn. Nikki flushed with pride at her correct use of the honorific.
“Very good,” Ms. Klein continued, “and Nikki, how have you found your time on the other side of the fence?”
“Also very educational, mistress,” replied Nikki. She wondered how Ms. Klein was going to turn this conversation into some elaborate sex game.
“Excellent!” exclaimed Ms. Klein, clapping her hands together with sarcastic glee. “Then I think it is about time that you both graduated from this experience.” She stood briskly, turned on her heel and abruptly left the room. Kaitlyn looked to Nikki for a clue about what was happening, but Nikki remained staring forwards, wondering what was coming next.
Several minutes later, Ms. Klein returned, pushing a silver serving trolley before her. The trolley held two devices that Nikki had seen around the house before, but had never been allowed to use. The two devices looked initially like saddles, black and curved, about a foot long and half a foot high. They were designed to be straddled, positioning the rider over the bulbous pink dildo that stuck out from the top of the device. Long wires trailed out of each device, ending in a simple control unit that could be held in one hand. When turned on, the pink dildo would vibrate up and down, rhythmically stimulating the rider at a speed determined by the controller.
Kaitlyn gasped as Ms. Klein parked the trolley in front of them. “What are you waiting for girls? Take one!” she chuckled, sitting back on the sofa as the girls lifted the heavy devices from the trolley and pushed it to one side.
Ms. Klein directed them to position the devices together on the floor and remove their dresses. Obediently, Nikki and Kaitlyn did and she asked, slipping out of their flimsy outfits and folding them neatly on the sofa arm. They returned to the waiting devices, stepping over their respective pink dildos and faced each other.
“Let’s start by warming you up a little, it’s going to be a long night and I want you limber. Play with yourselves,” Ms. Klein commanded, “but don’t come,” she added with a smile. The two girls instantly dropped a hand to their pussies, slipping their fingers into their lips and rubbing quickly. Nikki gazed at Kaitlyn as she did so, the sight of the girl pleasuring herself enough to arouse her own fires. Their eyes locked, staring intently at each other as their pleasure grew. Nikki licked her lips, longing to lean forward and kiss the other girl. She felt her pussy grow wet, slick with her desire and ready for whatever was to come. She sensed Kaitlyn’s arousal, a subtle scent that filled Nikki’s nose and throat. It was intoxicating. She backed off, slowing her motions to reach a plateau of stimulation. Mindful of Ms. Klein’s command to not reach her climax. She saw Kaitlyn do the same, taking her cue from her teacher. They were breathing heavily now, eyes roaming over each other’s bodies. Kaitlyn had cupped her breast with her free hand and was idly squeezing it. Nikki quashed the urge to reach out and take one of those perfect tits for herself.
“That’s quite enough, thank you girls,” Ms. Klein suddenly spoke, snapping the girls out of their private worlds of self-pleasure. They pulled their fingers back, slick with the wetness that they had summoned, and folded their arms behind their backs.
Ms. Klein continued, “Now, I’d like you to lower yourselves onto these inviting machines,” she pointed at the devices between each girl’s feet.
Nikki dropped to her knees over the device, taking the protruding shaft in her hand and guiding it to her pussy. She gasped as it touched her lips, it was fleshy and soft, but quite cold after the warmth of her fingers. With great care, she eased herself down, taking the length inside herself. She glanced across at Kaitlyn, who was doing the same, her face still flushed from earlier. She looked nervous, unsure what Ms. Klein would make her do. Nikki remembered that this session was her student’s final exam, the determination of whether she had passed her probation or not. She must feel an intense pressure to perform adequately, she thought. She flashed a reassuring smile at Kaitlyn and winked quickly. Kaitlyn grinned back, then inhaled sharply as she lowered herself fully onto the machine’s cock.
Both girls were fully mounted, their thighs gripped the black saddles of their machines. They were barely two feet apart, knees almost touching. They awaited the next phase of Ms. Klein’s plan.
Their mistress leaned forward and picked up the two remote control devices, then sat back on the sofa, crossing her legs provocatively. “Kaitlyn, by becoming a maid in my service, you accept certain responsibilities. The foremost of which is the responsibility to please your mistress. This may take the form of cooking and cleaning for her, or it may take more… physical forms.” Her eyes roamed over Kaitlyn’s body, lingering on her chest as the girl patiently waited.
“Further,
pleasing your mistress should be your highest calling, you greatest desire, your modus operandi. Do I make myself clear?”
The girls both replied in unison, “Yes, mistress.”
Ms. Klein casually flicked a dial on the control units and the two devices kicked into life, the pink dildos inside the two maids suddenly humming with a low frequency vibration. They both gasped. Nikki’s eyes rolled back as she felt the powerful motor between her legs come alive. Without thinking, she squeezed her thighs together to grip the black saddle on which she sat.
“Now, tonight we’re going to have a small competition. As you may have noticed, I have turned on your machines. A gentle opener, to whet the appetite. As the night goes on, I will gradually increase the speed of vibration, whipping you into a frenzy. But you must learn to control yourselves and suppress your orgasm, for the winner of this particular competition will be the girl who comes last!” Ms. Klein let this sink in for a few moments. “And the prize, I hear you ask? Well, the winner will get to eat my pussy. I think that should provide sufficient motivation, don’t you?”
The girls replied, breathlessly, “Yes, mistress.”
“Good, then let’s begin.” Once again, she flicked the dials on the devices, cranking up the vibration by an imperceptible yet not insignificant amount.
Nikki felt the change in the speed as a wave washing over her body. Her body had slowly become accustomed to the initial setting, taking the pleasure and riding it without ever letting it carry her away. When the speed changed, that familiarity was washed away and she felt the warmth building inside her once again. Her mind was filled with hungry intent. She longed to drop a hand to her pussy and rub her throbbing clit. She longed to reach across and touch Kaitlyn, caress her soft skin, her silky hair.
She gathered herself, pushing back her undisciplined thoughts to concentrate only on the pulsing vibration within her. In time, she learned the rhythm, adapted to the constant stimulation. She glanced across at Kaitlyn and found her undergoing the same struggle. Once again, her hands were massaging her tits and her face was strained with concentration.
