'Darling? Alix?'
'Hmm?'
'I love that. Do you?'
'Mmm… '
'Your tongue. You like what you're doing with your tongue, you sexy girl? You'd better. Because you're going to be doing it often from now on.'
'Umm… anytime… '
'Anytime is right, anytime I tell you to. You'll kiss my ass, you'll rub your face in it, you'll lick my asshole. And you'll love it more each time. Uh-huh. You love it now. Because you're my slave, that's why, my sexy little slave-girl who loves my ass and my cunt and my feet, isn't that right?'
'Nnngg!' Her head bobbed frantically.
She was replying in her own way, obviously in complete accord with everything I said. Only I didn't have to say much any more. Still, even in the ensuing silence, punctuated only by a sigh or a moan once in a while, I went on demonstrating my power in an indolent fashion, jutting up and squirming around every now and then to emphasize the ever increasing depth of her slavery. Along with the ever-increasing urgency of my demand for her slavish tongue.
Chapter 7
It was one of our favorite places, especially when the weather turned warm. The woodland glade-our glade-was only a short stroll out of town and yet almost like an uncharted wilderness that we had discovered. Kind of a little world all our own. So pretty! The thick foliage softened the rays of the sun, allowing only shadow- dappled light to filter through. The grass with its mossy patches spread like a luxurious green carpet under our bare bodies. Was there ever a spot more conducive to love?
We were in a giggly mood though, telling jokes and tussling around playfully, all in good fun, laughing it up before getting down to serious business. But then, as so often happened in such circumstances, Alix got impatient and couldn't wait any longer; she ducked her head between my thighs and ended the hilarity. Except for one last prolonged giggle that oozed from her lips and made direct contact with my flesh, muffled but still audible. Tangible too, actually, a tickling titillation that inspired me to further humor.
'Hey, wipe that smile off your face.'
It was meant to be funny-humor of a sort, at least-but her immediate obedience was total and to the point, banishing laughter in favor of love. I started writhing responsively, arching upward in a pelvic thrust to offer easy access to that tongue of hers, the purveyor of my personal pleasure. And pretty soon I was going up and down like that, rubbing the length of my cunt against her face and getting all slippery there, both of us. Only it wasn't exactly necessary, I realized; my eager admirer had energy to spare, energy enough for two; why waste the effort? I slowed my share of the activity to an eventual halt and succumbed passively to my sex-drugged senses, concentrating on that one vital contact but drifting gradually into a state of infinite sensuality. There was a completeness now, a oneness with the environment.
Around us the silence became overwhelming. It was almost as if the birds had stopped warbling from their treetop perches. As if the gentle breeze had come to terms with the incessantly rustling leaves. Our private glade had never seemed so still. I uttered a sigh and sank into dreamy languor as my eyelids drooped and shut out everything but physical sensation. The cool earth-moss underneath my bare back. Warm sunshine filtering through the foliage. Shimmering heat of summer lulling me into sweet lassitude. While only that moist mouth, outdoing itself from time to time, appeared capable of penetrating the hazy veil of this midsummer day's dream. The mouth of my dearest friend and darlingest lover. All soft lips and slithery tongue, the mouth of my slave…
Soaking in the huge tub, I could feel the warmth of the water caressing my skin, practically making love to me. Ah yes, this was the way to live! It was one of those moments when I couldn't help but envy my rich playmate. A first for me, my first time in this marvelous bathtub, oversized but not outof-place in this spacious.and extravagantly appointed bathroom. About the only thing missing was the family crest, the Moreau coat of-arms. I had half-expected to see it embroidered on the towels; after all, this was part of the master suite of the mansion.
Luxurious as it felt though, I was still a little nervous about being there. It was quite safe, of course, Alix's parents had gone away on a weekend trip and even the servants were off for the day. So the house was empty except for us, making it a fine opportunity to gratify this crazy whim of mine-a poor girl wallowing in the pleasures of wealth, imagine!-how could I resist such a once-in-a-lifetime temptation? Not that I was poor, really, at least not poverty-stricken. Oh no, I was just poor enough to be envious of the rich.. And even now it wasn't much of a strain on my emotional balance; how could I envy someone who was in love with me? I'd be rich myself some day in the not too distant future, a kid with a face and figure like mine couldn't miss. It was simply a matter of learning how to benefit from such physical endowments, putting my natural advantages to the best advantage, as it were.
I raised one leg above the surface, examining it with a critically objective eye and then smiling at the futility of looking for flaws where none existed. Could anything be more perfect? I had beautiful legs, an undeniable fact Beautiful breasts too, but that was an opinion I couldn’t verify in this position. Except that I felt beautiful here in the bath, beautiful all over, more so than ever, inundated tits and all. They just weren’t as sensitive as my legs though, somehow, especially the still visible length of leg above water, a sensitivity that seemed to begin at the very tips of my toes. Unless it was an isolated spark, a tingling reminder of how precious even my feet had become to that worshipful and doubtless impatient little slave out there in the big bedroom.
The thought got me a bit impatient myself. I hit the drain and clambered out, reaching blindly for a towel in the same motion. But one was already spread wide and waiting for me to step into, materializing as if by magic, right out of nowhere. Which was probably the intended impression, I realized, abruptly conscious of the coy expression on that cute impish face, the anxious but slightly amused crinkle of those exotic dark eyes. Alix must have been camped just outside the doorway all that time, ready to be of service.
'Thanks. I didn't even see you come in.'
'I figured it was my duty.'
'Your duty… ' I let her dangle momentarily, aware that a word of praise was expected. Even due, perhaps. But she seemed almost smug about it, enough to rub me the wrong way, and I refused to play her little game. 'Yeah. You were right. Good thing, too, you know? Otherwise I would have been disappointed. Maybe even angry with you.'
She looked dazed, apparently affected by my brusque tone as much as by the meaning I had conveyed. For a moment I felt almost contrite, hurting her feelings like that. Her slim body crumpled and she sank to her knees, obviously trying to avoid my gaze and still continue drying me off. Sulking maybe? So it would appear. But then she tilted her head back and glanced up tremulously, an open display of veneration with a touch of excitement. As if she was thanking me for this gift I had given her, this attitude of mine that must have satisfied the hunger of her perversely oriented nature. Alix had found joy in the depths of her humiliation!
Now it was my turn to be dazed. All the more so when her head went low again, even lower than before. I thought it was to dry my legs at first, but she left the towel behind. Her body had gone into a crouch, deep; what could it mean? Was she going to do it again? Here in the bathroom? Kiss my feet? Ah, such a thrill! She was using her tongue now, licking my toes as if nothing else mattered in all the world. I tossed the towel aside with a flourish, letting her know of my wholehearted concurrence; nothing else mattered but the increasingly sensuous ardor of that humid mouth. Its effect was spreading. Even the already dried parts of my body seemed damp again, the encroaching dampness of sex on the rise.
Uh-huh. On the rise, sure enough… Her caress was starting to move upward hesitantly, reluctant to leave my feet but almost reconciled to that eventuality. Torn between the two, no doubt. And waiting for a cue from me? I looked down at her upturned face and saw only innocence, a kind of absolute adoration, more beguiled than beguiling, quite devoid of that earlier coy pretense. My eyes must have softened instinctively, a sympathetic response. And as she came out of her crouch with a trail of kisses, I bent over and patted the top of her head in affectionate approval.
She looked up again, smiling shyly, all aglow as my stroking hand relieved her of any responsibility, my
