Hugh Flungit - Gay-Girl Games

"You see, pussycat? It's all so simple, so much better when you don't fight it, when you accept the inevitable. It's just a matter of hearing the question and speaking the answer; let's do it, shall we? Like this. Whose little slave-girl are you?"

"Yours. I'm your slave-girl. All yours."

“Then suck my cunt!"

The shock of the harsh command sent a shudder through me, but I reacted spontaneously and took pride in the immediate thud of my knees upon the carpet and the intangible split-second delay between authority and obedience. I burrowed into the hot core of her cunt, the uniquely enticing cunt of my mistress, soft and wet and slithery with seductive pleasure. And like a good slave-girl, I tried to give pleasure rather than receive it, but her generosity won out as she began rocking back and forth over my uptilted face, increasing the thrill far beyond my own meager means of compensation…

It was neither the time nor the place for an emotional outburst; after all, we were supposed to be having a calm discussion about my future. But since it was my future, I couldn't just nod my head and make sage statements and act like a rational human being. The gut reaction was more important. I had already discovered that introspection and self-analysis only led to fits of despondency. At this point in my life, I found no enjoyment in my own personal and private thoughts; it was far more pleasant to think in terms of serving my mistress…

"Well, pussycat? You look like you're about to explode."

"I'm sorry. It's true, though." I sank to the floor and wrapped my arms around her legs, those gorgeous legs that never failed to thrill me. "I'd rather stay here with you. I want to be with you forever."

"Forever is a long time."

"Lizabeth, don't you understand? I love you. “

"Uh-huh. From my own sheltered viewpoint, I'd be glad to have you. But you'd be another mouth to feed, another bed to make, another room to keep clean, another problem for the service staff to handle. You get the picture?"

"Sure. But I'll be no trouble. And anyway, isn't that what servants are for?"

"That's the problem, kid. Servants are at a premium. You know the kind of life I lead, it's too hectic to have snoopy servants around. So I just don't have any. I've got a housekeeper and that's all"

"A housekeeper?"

"Zona. Did you think she was an ordinary servant? Hell, no, she's in charge of servants, she trains them-and right now she keeps this place running all by herself. So if you want to stay, you'll have to get her okay. Or better yet-yeah-that's an idea for you. You could earn your keep that way."

"Earn my keep? Oh… "

"Sexy little slave-girl and part-time maid. How does that strike you, baby-doll?"

"Well, uh, couldn't I be a sexy maid, too? You know, high heels and a real short skirt and a tiny lace apron and-"

"You're a girl after my own heart. Sounds great to me. But like I said, Zona is in charge of servants. You'd have to take your training from her. And that means you'll have to convince her, right off the bat. You think you're up to it? She can be pretty demanding. But if it's really what you want, well, she's in her room right now, resting, probably naked, so don't be shocked. Go ahead, kid, go convince her, I hope you do. Oh, the sexy little uniforms I'll buy for you… "

I would have preferred to stay right there at the feet of my beloved mistress. But the conversation was over and I had a job to do. A job interview, as it were. My steps dragged on the way. I passed a full-length mirror and stopped to primp a bit, wishing I had one of those cute uniforms on right now. Vaguely, I recalled thinking about getting a maid for myself some day, a pretty maid who looked like me. Well, who filled the bill better than I did myself? If only I didn't have this ordeal to go through!

A cold chill crept up my spine. The door was ajar, but I just stood there awhile, gathering courage. My underwear seemed tight all of a sudden, clinging uncomfortably, and there was a film of clammy perspiration on my skin. I knew only too well what was going to happen inside that bedroom. It wouldn't have surprised me to find out that Zona already knew I was coming. I'd be shocked if she wasn't naked. The two of them probably planned it like this, getting themselves a willing maidservant. I had no doubts about landing the job, it was the interview that bothered me. That big bushy cunt, what would it taste like? And how about that ass of hers, all those powerful muscles, an ass like that might pull my poor tongue out by the roots. Or maybe she would just sit on my face and smother me to death-then I'd never get to wear the high heels and long black hose and flippy little satin skirt; wouldn't that be a shame?

Oh well, time to beard the lioness in her den. Hmm. I'd probably be wearing that beard in a few minutes, wearing it all over my face. A fine Helen of Troy that would be! But what was I waiting for, there was the door-and Zona was naked, sure enough, naked and ready for the new cunt lapping slave-girl around the house. One more step and I'd be committed to my future. Ugh. Journey into depravity. And wasn't it weird to feel that tingle of breathless excitement racing through me?