Chapter Sixteen
Sarah had Jim bring her and Kim drinks as soon as they were inside the door. The experiences of the night had left Kim emotionally and physically drained, and Sarah felt a need to mother her now. They went into Sarah’s bedroom, where both women looked immediately at the naked girl tethered beside the bed by an ankle chain.
It was Forty-eight, of course. Sarah had momentarily forgotten the slave who occupied her bedroom every night. In the past the girl had been a pleasant diversion, but tonight she would be an unwelcome distraction. If Sarah and Kim were to have an intimate night together, they didn’t need a chaperon.
Sarah took the drinks Jim provided and said, “Jim, take forty eight downstairs and lock her in a cell, please.”
“Yes, Mistress Gyve. Do you want her chained up?”
“No need; give her a blanket.”
Jim unlocked the slave’s ankle chain and led her away on a leash.
Sarah sighed, “There now,” and turned to Kim. She took the wig Kim was holding and handed her a drink. “Our own vintage,” she explained. “We have a vineyard and winery on the island.” She was about to say that she would take Kim to see it some time, then her eyes clouded as she realized that it would never happen.
Kim accepted the drink gratefully. “I need it,” she said. The words felt clumsy in her mouth. She had spoken so little in the last month, or was it two?
“Finish it. Then we can get you out of those ridiculous clothes and get you cleaned up.”
Kim looked down at herself. “I do look absurd this way,” she admitted. She set the drink down and stripped, leaving the clothing an untidy heap at her feet. “Is that better?”
“You’re magnificent,” Sarah confessed. She passed a hand over Kim’s head. Stubble was beginning to grow. “Baldness becomes you. You have fine features and a well shaped head. You are a living sculpture this way. It seems a shame to cover it again with hair.”
Kim lowered her eyes, unable to meet the appraising stare. How could she relate on equal terms with someone who had mastered her so completely in the past?
Sarah lifted her chin with a forefinger. “Ashamed?” she asked.
Kim blushed. “I suppose I left shame behind a long time ago, but it’s hard to be naked in front of you when it’s my own choice. It’s so different now.”
“Don’t ever be ashamed of your body, and don’t ever be ashamed of the things that you were forced to do.”
Kim nodded solemnly.
They showered together. Sarah tended to Kim’s needs as though Sarah were the slave and Kim the Mistress. When they were dried, Sarah led her charge into the bedroom and had her lie stomach down on the bed. Sitting beside her, she began to knead Kim’s back and shoulders, massaging away tension.
“Ohh, that feels so good!” purred Kim.
Sarah’s hands stroked lightly down the length of the pale body from neck to ankle. Kim quivered under the gentle touch. “After what happened tonight I thought that I would never sleep,” Kim drawled. “Now I feel as if I could doze off right here.”
Sarah looked down at the slender form with undisguised admiration. Her legs were perfect. The swell of her round buttocks, decorated with the marks of punishments past, the taut thighs and supple calves, even the small feet, callused from going about barefoot, excited Sarah.
Sarah’s hands moved over the shoulder blades and stroked the muscular ridges on either side of the spine, toying with the dimples above her bottom. She grasped the buttocks and kneaded them firmly. Kim gasped.
“Tender?” asked Sarah solicitously.
“A little, but I like it.” Kim didn’t tell her that pain and sexual pleasure had become wedded during her time at the training center. She was getting wet. The hands were intimate and knowing, transmitting a silent message of desire. Sarah’s touch was a caress as she stroked the finely grained, white skin of Kim’s inner thighs. She grasped Kim’s knees and squeezed the joints. Little jolts of pleasure shot upward to Kim’s loins.
“You’re arousing me.”
“Do you mind?”
“No, don’t stop.”
Kim surrendered completely to the sensual delight of the caressing hands. She could feel the busy fingers playing with her toes now, pressing and fondling. She felt as though her toes were being confined by Sarah’s fingers. The simple gesture of affection was as intimate as any act of love.
Sarah bent over the prostrate girl and began to nibble and suck at her toes. She worked her way up to the soles, leaving a trail of kisses across the sensitive arch. Her busy tongue flickered in and out as Sarah licked ravenously up the calves and across the tendons in back of Kim’s knees. Kim lay passively, wondering how far the kisses would go.
The swiftly darting tongue traveled up the inside of her thighs, and Kim spread her legs to allow Sarah a better access to this tender flesh. She could feel the wet, firm tip of Sarah’s tongue glide smoothly up and down the cleft between her buttocks. Then it withdrew.
“Roll over,” Sarah’s voice was husky.
Kim flipped over on the bed. Obedience was a habit, of course, but she was eager to comply anyway. She had been transported into ecstasy already, and her inhibitions were swept away by her mounting excitement.
Sarah kissed her. Tongues explored.
“I want to make love to you,” said Sarah, “not as a Mistress, but as a lover.”
“Do it.”
The dark head descended and a warm, wet mouth suckled at Kim’s breast. Sarah sucked hard, worrying the nipple with her teeth and flicking it rapidly with her tongue. She played with each breast, then kissed their pale undersides and nudged them with her nose.
As Sarah’s nibbles and licks worked downward, Kim spread her legs expectantly, anticipating the goal of the searching mouth. Sarah teased Kim’s navel with a probing tongue and chuckled at the way it made her squirm with desire. Down moved the mouth that brought Kim such pleasure. It swept across her soft belly and she responded by closing her eyes and rotating her hips.
Teasingly, Sarah postponed the pleasures her actions promised. She avoided the soft, bare lips below the belly and concentrated her affectionate attentions upon the tender thighs instead. She bit down just hard enough to cause pain, and chuckled at the small bruises her mouth left on this sensitive area. Kim was panting.
“Oh, please,” she panted, “do it now!”
Sarah was in no hurry, however, and licked up and down the length of each leg before she finally buried her face in the denuded area around Kim’s madly aching loins. Kim sighed with relief, grateful at last to be given the most intense pleasure possible. Her agony of waiting was over and she had nothing to do now except relax and enjoy the gift that Sarah was offering her.
She was scarcely relaxed, for the intense pleasure that these attentions brought soon caused her to moan and squeal softly as wave after wave of beautiful sensation overcame her.
She was nearing orgasm when Sarah suddenly ceased administering to her and stood up. Was this all? Was she going to stop now and leave Kim unsatisfied?
Sarah reached out and took the wine bottle from the nightstand. Carefully, she spilled a few drops of wine into the warm crotch before her. The wine was cold, but not unpleasant, and Kim squirmed as she felt a drop trickle over her labia and into her damp hole.
Once again Sarah applied her mouth to the throbbing orifice. Kim moaned ecstatically. Sarah was licking the wine out of her vagina, tasting wine and girl together. The knowledge of this fired Kim’s imagination and raised her to new heights.
Her orgasm was so violently intense that Kim doubled over with it. She curled herself into a tight ball of flesh as her temples pounded in rhythm to her frantic heart beat.
She rested then, and Sarah lay beside her on the bed.
“A compensation,” Sarah explained, “for pleasures given and services rendered.”
“Oh, Mistress Gyve,” panted Kim, “I won’t rest until I have done the same for you.”
“Call me Sarah,” Sarah advised. “You no longer have an obligation to serve me.” She smiled generously, and Kim realized what a beautiful woman she was.
Wordlessly, Kim took the wine bottle, poured a shimmering drop of the sweet red liquid on each of Sarah’s nipples, and dripped a tiny stream on the soft flesh between her breasts. She kissed and nibbled in diminishing circles until she was sucking the drops away from Sarah’s nipples. As her mouth found the hard pink buds, Sarah began to writhe with the drunkenness of pleasure.
Kim continued her game by dripping the wine on portions of Sarah’s anatomy prior to kissing them. She proceeded quickly, and Sarah always knew where to expect the next oral caress. Kim was becoming excited again, and the smell of Sarah’s damp excitement urged her to finish her task. Her flickering tongue darted rapidly across the woman’s taut belly and slipped effortlessly down between the folds of flesh guarding the clitoris. Sucking hard on the pink love button, she waited excitedly for Sarah’s moans of pleasure. She alternately sucked Sarah’s clitoris and darted a tongue deep into the opening below. Cool fingers against her scalp urged her deeper as Sarah sought to draw all possible pleasure from the girl.
Sarah gasped and clenched. Kim’s head was gripped hard and she knew that her efforts were being rewarded. Sarah stiffened as though her orgasm were a deathlike trance, even her breathing stopped. Kim looked up into Sarah’s face and saw the features drawn and frozen, as though by shock. Kim shared her moment, finding unearthly beauty in Sarah’s stillness. Then, with a shudder, Sarah breathed again. She laughed.
“Wow! My life for you, darling.” She said it lightly, trying to take some of the sadness out of the moment.
Tomorrow clouded their joy. Neither would speak of it. They lay in darkness together.
“We have to sleep now,” Sarah said regretfully.
“I know, Mistress.”
“Sarah.”
“Sorry, Sarah. I’m having trouble adjusting to freedom. It’s harder than I remembered.”
“How can I help?”
Kim let the silence grow. “You’ll think I’m crazy. Maybe I am.”
“Earth is an asylum. Domain is its recreation center. As the Cheshire cat said, we’re all mad here.”
Kim broke in hastily, getting it said before she changed her mind.
“Chain me.”
“What?”
“When I came in you had a slave chained beside your bed. Her place is empty now. Let me fill it. I need to be the dog lying at your feet.”
Words of argument would have spoiled it. With unspoken understanding, the two women got up. Kim sat on the floor and extended her foot for the chain. Sarah locked it on and got back into bed. “I love you, Kim.”
The chain rattled as Kim sought a position of comfort on the floor. “I love you, Sarah.”
Kim was instantly asleep. Sarah poured herself another drink and sat up in bed. She was still sitting there when the sun came up.