The Limousine (21 page)

God, I can’t believe what I just did,
she thought. Brenda turned the shower on as hot as she could stand, and climbed in, hardly aware that she’d left the bathroom door wide open.
She had just started to rinse when Kristi came in to the bathroom. Brenda watched through the frosted glass door as Kristi sat down on the toilet. Brenda soaped herself up, stroking the lather over her breasts and stomach and thighs. When Kristi was done on the toilet, she came over to the shower and looked in at Brenda. Brenda opened the shower door.
Brenda could feel the exquisite, electric connection between them. She looked at Kristi’s naked body and wanted to embrace her, caress her, touch her all over. Make love with her. Kristi smiled.
“Mind if I join you?”
Brenda shook her head. Kristi climbed into the shower and closed the shower door. She embraced Brenda and kissed her tenderly. Kristi reached up and took down the shower massage, spraying water over Brenda’s back.
“Ow,” said Kristi. “Some like it hot.”
“What’s his name?” asked Brenda, feeling a little guilty.
Kristi smiled and shook her head. “No,” she said. “I don’t want you to know. I think it’s hotter that way. Don’t you think?”
Brenda felt a surge of arousal as she thought about it. She had always fantasized about anonymous sex. Well, now she’d had it. And the fact that she’d done it almost without meaning to excited her. She didn’t really
want
to know the guy’s name. She just thought she was supposed to know.
“All right,” she said. “If that’s the way you want it. I like it that way, I guess. I don’t want to know his name.”
“Good. I told him not to tell you.” Kristi laughed, touching Brenda’s face affectionately. “I can’t believe you did that, you little slut.”
Brenda was blushing, and it wasn’t the hot water and the steam. It wasn’t even Kristi’s naked, gorgeous body, pressing up against Brenda’s own. It was a deep shame, mixed with an excitement and pride that she had, indeed, done that.
“I didn’t mean to,” she said. “I thought you were alone in there.”
“Right,” said Kristi, nuzzling Brenda’s throat (And scraping the shit out of her cheek on the MASTER’S COLLAR!) as she ran the water over Brenda’s ass. “But once you were there, you surrendered to the moment.”
“I guess.”
“Don’t feel bad,” said Kristi. “The guilt will pass. You didn’t do anything wrong. I think you
want
to be a slut.”
Brenda moaned, feeling Kristi’s hand working her hard nipple.
“Come back to bed?” asked Kristi, her lips very close to Brenda’s. “He wants to see us make love. He’s never had a three-way before. I want to make love to you with him watching. Wouldn’t that be divine?”
“Sort of a practice run?” said Brenda quickly, her pulse rising. She was thinking about the fact that the master had said he wanted Brenda and Kristi both, on their knees. And the fact that she knew she would do it, eagerly, without hesitation, whenever he wanted.
Kristi laughed. “I knew he was going to get to that. Did he give you a day?”
Brenda shook her head. “No,” she said. “He said he’d call.”
“And are you OK with it? Do you want to do it?”
“More than anything in the world,” said Brenda.
“Will you come back to bed with me?”
Brenda answered by reaching out and turning off the water, and kissing Kristi deeply.
The night of their submission, Brenda and Kristi took a long time dressing each other for the master’s pleasure.
The master had said he wanted both Brenda and Kristi in white.
Kristi was wearing a strange but very sexy white patentleather bustier that buckled across her large breasts, pushing them together and accentuating her cleavage, which showed plainly between the buckles. The bustier left her stomach bare. She also wore a matching G-string of white patent leather. It plunged low to reveal the line where her pubic hair would have been, and rode high on her hips. The string left her gorgeous ass-cheeks totally exposed. Kristi went without stockings or pantyhose, so there was nothing on under or over the tight G-string, and the lips of her pussy were just barely visible. Brenda had of course seen this garment in the store, but it looked so different with nothing on underneath; she got very turned on helping Kristi to get into it. Once it was on, Brenda couldn’t take her eyes off the way Kristi’s hips and thighs looked, unencumbered beneath the shiny patent leather. And it looked so incongruous in white—in sort of a grotesque parody of virginity. Even Kristi’s matching high-heeled boots were white instead of the usual black. But Kristi wore it so well, enticing little virgin-slut that she was. Brenda was afraid she was going to throw herself at Kristi before they even got in to the limousine!
Brenda wore something equally inviting, if simpler. She wore a white lace bra and panties with a garter belt and white fishnets. Brenda’s white shoes had heels even higher than Kristi’s—six inches. Four inches was usually Brenda’s preferred heel size, but it excited her to be wearing such impractical shoes for the Master’s pleasure. The shoes were difficult to walk in, but Brenda had practiced in the week since she’d bought them, and she was starting to be reasonably stable walking in them. It simply wouldn’t do to fall over while she was serving the Master—though Brenda suspected she would spend most of the evening on her hands and knees. “Are you nervous?” Kristi asked Brenda.
“No,” lied Brenda. Looking at Kristi, she was much more horny than she was nervous. And the possibility of submitting together to the master was enough to make Brenda wet to the knees!
In the limousine on the way over to the Kennedy hotel, Brenda and Kristi sat close together. Kristi couldn’t resist leaning over to kiss Brenda sensuously, and to unbutton her long coat. Brenda moaned as Kristi’s fingers slipped under the white bra, teasing her nipple into full erection. Brenda was already getting wet, but this turned her on so much she didn’t think she could wait to get to the hotel. Kristi leaned more fully against Brenda and eased her hand down between Brenda’s slightly-spread legs, teasing the crotch of her panties out of the way. She slipped one finger in and felt how wet Brenda was, and that excited her more. She began to tease Brenda’s clit, and it wasn’t until the limousine pulled up in front of the hotel that Kristi quickly buttoned up Brenda’s coat just as the doorman opened the door. Brenda’s face was flushed, and she shot Kristi a mischievous look. Kristi responded with a wink. Brenda tried to breathe deeply as she stepped out of the limousine on unsteady legs.
God, I feel like I’m dripping down my thighs,
she thought as they walked through the crowded hotel lobby.
I feel like everyone can tell...
They took the elevator to the penthouse, using the special key-card the Master had given Kristi the last time they’d been together. Kristi and Brenda stepped into the huge suite, hearing the sound of soft piano music. The Master was nowhere in sight.
To Brenda’s shock, she saw that the piano music was coming not from a stereo, but from the piano. A young, pretty blonde woman in a tuxedo was playing Chopin. Kristi smiled and winked at Brenda.
“He’s so perverse,” Kristi said. “He does stuff like this sometimes. Don’t worry. The piano player’s in on it.”
The piano player was indeed a very pretty young woman. But she didn’t look up from her music as she serenaded the suite with the soft music. Quickly, Kristi took off her coat and hung it in the closet. Brenda looked, wide-eyed, from the piano player to Kristi, and back again. The piano player didn’t miss a beat. Finally, Brenda shrugged and took her coat off, handing it to Kristi to hang up. Brenda started to blush, wondering if the pianist would pick up the tempo as the night wore on.
Kristi had received explicit instructions from the Master, but she had been forbidden from letting Brenda know what her instructions were. Brenda’s only instructions from the Master had been that she was to obey Kristi’s every order, no matter what it was. Brenda felt a thrill of excitement as she saw that a wide array of gear was laid out on the dining table. She saw blindfolds and cuffs and floggers and many other things ... her excitement mounted as she saw all the delightful tools the Master was going to use on her.
Kristi led Brenda over to the dining table. Brenda did so obediently, giving herself over to Kristi’s control.
Brenda’s breathing quickened as Kristi picked up a black leather collar and then fitted it around Brenda’s throat (What happened to the master’s other collar—was it biodegradable?). She buckled it, and then Kristi tugged down the cups of Brenda’s white bra, teasing her hard nipples. Kristi picked up a pair of nipple-clamps connected by a chain.
Brenda gasped as Kristi fitted her nipple between the first clamp. Then Brenda felt the powerful, erotic ache as Kristi let go, and Brenda realized all of a sudden that the clamp was much tighter than she’d expected. But the pain was exquisitely pleasurable, and Brenda’s excitement heightened as Kristi applied the second clamp. Kristi toyed with the chain for a moment, making Brenda whimper and arch her back and squirm a bit as Kristi tugged. Brenda’s eyes were lowered, and she saw her firm breasts looking quite beautiful with the erect nipples adorned by the black-and-silver clamps with their silver chain.
Kristi produced the bright silver leash to Brenda’s collar.
“Get down on your hands and knees,” said Kristi, her voice like chocolate. “The Master wants to see you crawl.”
Brenda felt a surge of pleasure going through her. She hadn’t really realized that Kristi was going to dominate her. But of course that was what the Master would expect—Kristi was his first slave, Brenda the submissive newcomer. And the idea of submitting to Kristi at the Master’s orders was incredibly erotic. Especially now that she was in the heat of the moment, and knew the Master might enter at any time.
Brenda got down on her hands and knees, lifting her ass in the air and keeping her legs spread slightly. She felt Kristi tugging on her leash. Brenda looked up at Kristi and saw how gorgeous she looked in her bizarre white fetish outfit—all Brenda wanted to do was worship Kristi.
“Now you call me Mistress,” said Kristi. “You will do everything I say. It is your place to serve the Master, and to serve the Master you must serve me. He wishes to see you degraded. He wants you in total service to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” said Brenda softly, the very words turning her on even more. Her mind filled with the possibilities of what Kristi would have her do.
“Follow,” said Kristi, and Brenda heard her high-heeled shoes on the hardwood floor. Kristi led Brenda over onto the carpeted section of the suite, and Brenda tried to keep her eyes down as she crawled along behind Kristi. But she couldn’t stop herself. She kept looking up to see the gorgeous cheeks of Kristi’s ass, and those long, delicious legs. Brenda found herself wanting to crawl forward and slip her tongue between Kristi’s cheeks, to worship her ass with her mouth. She was a little surprised at herself that she was surrendering to this so eagerly. In fact, she was so excited she was beginning to feel giddy.
Kristi sat down in a huge velvet armchair, and crossed her legs enticingly. Brenda remained on her hands and knees at Mistress Kristi’s feet.
“You may begin,” said Kristi, “by worshipping my boots.”
Brenda’s cunt seemed to catch fire when Kristi said that. She had never thought it would make her so crazy to submit to a woman like this. She had never imagined that it would be so exquisitely sexual an experience to worship a woman’s boots with her tongue. But almost without thinking about it, Brenda found herself lowering her face to Kristi’s boots, taking her left foot in her hand and parting her lips to kiss the slick white patent-leather hungrily.
“Use your tongue!” said Kristi harshly.
Brenda obeyed, parting her lips further and letting her tongue caress the smooth material. She lost herself in the pleasure of licking Kristi’s boot all over, licking from the tips of her toes to the tops of the boots. She began to lick Kristi’s shapely calf just above the top of the boot.
“Stop,” said Kristi. “I did not give you permission to kiss my flesh. You may only taste my boots.”
Brenda felt a noticeable surge of arousal as Kristi ordered her to return to the more-humble act of kissing and licking her boots. Brenda finished with the left boot and moved over to Kristi’s right. She gave it the same treatment, kissing and licking and sucking slowly, getting more and more turned on, breathing more heavily and becoming more acutely aware of the pressure of the clamps on her nipples as she caressed the boot with her lips and tongue, rubbing it all over her face and through her hair. The piano music surged in sympathy with Brenda’s arousal, and Brenda wondered if the piano player was watching—wondered if she might be getting wet inside those tuxedo pants—maybe as wet as Brenda.
“Take off my boots,” said Mistress Kristi, and Brenda knew that she was going to be ordered to lick Kristi’s bare feet. This had been a long-standing fantasy of hers—though she had never seen the submissive elements in it until just now. When Brenda and Kristi had made love that first afternoon, Brenda had licked Kristi’s bare, freshly-scrubbed feet all over, and Kristi had proven to be almost orgasmic from the stimulation. But Brenda hadn’t been able to admit to Kristi that she also wanted to try licking Kristi’s feet not after a shower, but with the smell of sweat on them. Now, without Brenda even asking, she was being ordered to perform one of her fondest fantasies.
Brenda almost couldn’t unfasten the buckles, her hands were shaking so badly from the powerful sexual current she felt running through her body. But she managed to get both of Kristi’s boots off. She bent low and began to kiss Kristi’s feet.
Kristi had not been wearing the boots very long, so the smell and taste of sweat were not overpowering. But somehow the submissiveness, the degradation of licking Mistress Kristi’s unwashed feet, filled Brenda with an uncontrollable pleasure. Her cunt throbbed with arousal and she was sure her panties were absolutely soaked. If she had dared to touch her pussy she could have brought herself off in seconds. Taking her time, paying attention to the soft moans of Mistress Kristi, Brenda licked the top of Kristi’s left foot and then moved on to the toes, taking a long time with each one, slipping them into her mouth and easing her tongue between them, hearing Kristi’s breathing quicken even as she felt her own pussy’s intense ache.
Kristi was having some difficulty talking. But her voice still commanded respect as she ordered Brenda: “Touch your pussy, Brenda. I want you to tell me how wet you are.”