Dallas Mayo - For women only

"Oh, I do love you! And no more hitches, not from me. You were right about visiting your friends, it was a liberal education, sure enough. I found out how much I don't know, how much more there is to learn. Like what it means to be humble and obedient, for instance. So if you've got time to break in a dumb little slave-girl who'll probably need a lot of training…"

"Best offer I've had all day, darling. Let's get together and discuss it, shall we? Tomorrow night?"

"Wonderful. I can hardly wait. But you don't have to hang up now, do you? Talk some more?"

"Umm, all right. Just for fun, though. And maybe a little excitement, how about that? Touch your cunt."

"Huh?"

"What's the matter, baby, don't you recognize an obscene phone call when you hear one? I said touch your cunt. Put your finger down there and wiggle it around. You doing it? Starting to get a little damp? Come on, tell me."

"Damp. Wet. Oooh!"

"Sounds like you're coming along just fine. Nothing like a nice gentle frig-job, hmm? Like a wiggly tongue. Hey, now I'm getting excited myself. Just thinking about that crazy tongue of yours makes me squirm. Me and my big ass…"

"Big beautiful ass. Wish it was here."

"Oh? What would you do?"

"You know."

"I'd rather hear it from my slave-girl. Come on. Or is your tongue too stiff to talk?"

"N-no, I'll tell you. Fin so hot already. Licking your ass, your beautiful bare ass, licking up and down inside the crack and then finding the hole, your beautiful little asshole – oh, I love it, I love it! – can you feel my tongue down there? I'm fucking you with my big tongue, fucking your ass…"

"You darling! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Naked upon my bed, Julia looked simply gorgeous, an alluring sex Goddess; and didn't such a divine creature rate some homage? Symbolic homage, at least. I bent and touched my lips to the smoothly curved instep of one bare foot.

"Oooh, that's nice. You do love me."

"Like this. Like a slave-girl. That's how I love you."

"Do it, then. Kiss my feet."

I wanted to, I really did. Crouching low, I found a new and unexpected excitement in the self-abasing act. My lips glided to the pearl-tipped toes in a lingering caress, parting now and turning moist as I sensed the slowly rippling response. Moist with love, moist with my eager adoration. The emotional impact stunned me; how weird, how deliciously weird! I could feel my assumed role taking on more than just a semblance of reality. The novelty alone would have been enough, but there was more here, ever so much more, a whole new world opening up to me.

Her toes wriggled impatiently, calling for an even greater commitment. I uttered an acquiescent gasp and sucked them into my mouth, licking in between and all around with a hotly worshipful tongue. The sensation burgeoned, intensely erotic now, almost as powerful as the thrill of her cunt or her ass. I stretched my lips to encompass half her foot, wanting it inside me, deep inside my own body…

"Hey, don't choke on it. Do the soles now, that's where I'm the most sensitive, darling."

Sensitive? How did she know? How many lovers before me had licked her feet? How many lesbian slave-girls? But it wasn't my right to ask, of course, or even to fret over the possibilities. Not any more. I no longer had rights, only privileges – and this was the newest of them, a privilege to accept with gratitude, not jealous curiosity or criticism. Anyway, she was sensitive there, sure enough. The soles of her feet. How the skin twitched and quivered to the lapping strokes of my tongue!

"Darling, darling, you'll drive me out of my mind. But no more now, no more…"

"Hmm?"

"Slow down, sweetheart. No more, you hear?"

"Ummm…"

"Greedy little pig. Greedy for my feet, imagine."

"Love your feet. Love… mmm…"

"I know. And I love the way you do it. But that's enough for now, there'll be plenty of time later. Come on up here, I want to talk to you. We do have something to talk about, Rory."

I shuddered, trying to shut out the sound of her voice. The sound and the meaning. Talk? Did she really expect roe to stop and talk now? Just when I was getting in the mood? What a way to treat a hopeful slave!

"Come. Didn't you hear me? Come on now. Up here where I can see you. No, not on the bed, darling, sit there on the floor so I won't have to strain my neck."

Frustrated and somewhat bewildered, I took a final lick and coaxed my tongue back into my mouth. Then, savoring the taste of her flesh to the last instant, I dragged myself to the head of the bed and sat on the carpet. I awaited her pleasure there, dazed, in a state of sensual intoxication, licking my lips in an effort to revive and preserve the fleshy memory.

"That's better. Hey, that was pretty exciting. You're a hot little lover, you know that?"

"Right this minute I'm a hot little slave."

"Oh? Just right this minute? Not always?"

"Always. Forever and ever. Ready to kiss your feet. Suck your cunt. Lick your ass. Hot little slave-girl, obedient and at your service. Your slave-girl, yours to command."

"Mine to train?"

"Command. Train. Whatever."

"I'll be terribly possessive. In my own way, of course. Do you understand what that means?"

"I-I think so. Like-like with another couple…"

"You do understand. Clever girl. And sometimes I may even be a little bit cruel, too. But you'll love that, I'm sure you will – it's just another reason why we fit together so well, don't you agree?"

"Uh-huh. Possess me. Be cruel."

"No reservations? No thoughts of rebellion? But I don't have to ask, do I? You're the kind of slave who needs a firm-handed mistress to train you. To break you in and bend you to all the pleasures of sex. And I've got that firm hand."

"Yes. Let me kiss it. Your hand…"

"Sweet thing. Ah! Yes, I can see that our evening with Adelaide and Kitten did you a lot of good. But let's not talk about that, not ever. Never the past, only the future. Like the party we're going to, the party at the beach-house that you've heard so much about. You do want to go, don't you?"

"Of course. But is it possible? It's so far away. And all I can get off from work is a weekend. By the time we…"

"Hush. I'll make the arrangements. Only you won't be getting any time off at all, my dear, we'll both be working. Some of the women there will be important, the kind of people Consolidated does business with. And some are married and can influence their husbands afterward. So we'll be doing a little business there, mixing business with pleasure – whoring, you might say – but that's how high finance operates. Besides, we're all whores at heart, I'm sure you've heard that before – it's the nature of woman, remember?"

"I-I guess so."

"There'll be a promotion in it for you, naturally. You'll be my assistant, with a nice raise in there now, now does that strike you?"

"Better and better."

"And meanwhile you'll be learning a kind of salesmanship, one more step in the right direction. You're a bright girl, Rory, and there's a real future in it for you. Even an executive position some day. No limit to how far you can go. So if we ever break up as lovers…"

"Julia, no! Don't say that."

"All right. I just want you to feel secure, that's all."

"Uh, does your husband know about this?"

"Don't worry about that, just leave it to me. Go to work as usual for the next couple of days. You'll be notified of the change through channels, all very official. The girls in your office won't have anything to gossip about."

I loved her more than ever at that moment. It was a long time since anyone had taken that much interest in me. An interest in my welfare, not just my body. I felt the love inside me swelling like a bubble, a great bubble of love, swelling, swelling, swelling until it was bigger than myself. Until it was bigger than both of us. Love. So much love!