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Chapter Four
Karen pulled me into the shower and played with me for what seemed hours, her hands everywhere, soaping me up, exploring my holes, kissing me, making me weak in the knees. I just clung to her neck and let her use me for her fun. And I got to explore her holes too. She pushed me down on my knees and turned around. Oh, she was soooo good. I felt like the luckiest girl in the whole world. I wanted so badly to be her oral slut. Lord knows how I've fantasized about being used like this for many many years, home alone, in my bed, late at night, fingers in my wet over-heated pussy, dreaming it … wanting it … then dismissing it as best I could, after my orgasm would subside.
When we were done, she wrapped me in a big towel and gently pushed me back … back … back … 'til I fell over on the bed. She took her sweet time shaving me … scissors, razor and cream, finishing with a warm cloth. I couldn't even watch, squeezing my eyes shut the whole time. I felt like such a child the way she handled me. Her busy fingers kept me on edge and when done, she rubbed baby oil all over my mound and labia. I was so close to cumming, but she was too experienced, too knowledgeable to let me fall over that cliff. She left me throbbing again.
Karen took my hand, walked me into the living room and presented me to Anneca and Jane. I didn't know what to do, I was so flustered. How much worse could this get? I fidgeted and looked down. Jane was doing the same. Anneca had this huge smile on her face and her hands on her hips. Anneca was a knockout too, so dark and curvy and exotic. She slowly opened her mouth and wet those full voluptuous lips. Here I was, standing totally nude and exposed in the light of day, with two absolutely stunning women looking at me like I was a treat they couldn't wait to sink their teeth into. All I could think, all I could feel, was pussy. How I wished I had the courage to really show them my pussy.
Karen reached over picked up her purse and got out a golden tube of lipstick. She proceeded to gloss her lips with the creamy red lipstick, smiled at Anneca, then gave me a devilish look. Without another word she started in on me: kissing my mouth, my neck, then my tits, and worked her way down to my now smooth mound. Oh god, oh god, she is going to eat me … right in front of Anneca and Jane! She likes my shaved pussy. Oh this is going to be too good! But please not in front of them. I would die. But then she stopped and got up. What? What's wrong? I looked down and oh my god, I went through three shades off red as I realized what she had done. I was mortified. She had left a trail of lip marks from my mouth to my pussy. She had decorated me with her lipstick. I was freaking and only looked up because a flash was going off. Anneca was shooting pictures and Karen was beaming. I wanted to run, but Karen put her arms around my neck, gave me a huge showy kiss on the cheek and clowned for the camera (with its relentless motor drive). I could bear it no longer and started to cry, dropping my head, my hands flying up to hide my face.
It was too much for Jane also. She did run away, with Anneca close behind shouting "Where do you think you're going, little one?"
Karen pulled me down to the couch, sat me on her lap and started to kiss and soothe me. "Don't cry my pretty little girl. I wasn't making fun of you. I was enjoying you. You are as cute as can be. You are a perfect beauty … my perfect beauty. I only wanted Anneca to take some pictures of us. I may even have them blown way up, framed and hung over our bed."
Our bed. Oh that sounds so lovely, so dreamy. I wanted it to be our bed too.
"Don't cry my little baby. You are so pretty." I choked back my sobs and started feeling better when I realized she really liked me … was not just toying with me. And besides, she was kissing me again and I was feeling it. Oh that mouth of hers. I could float in mid-air from her kisses.
"You do know that you're my girl?"
"Oh yes, yes, thank you." I sobbed.
"And that you're my toy to play with," she added.
Toy? Does she mean her fucktoy? I don't really know. Is that all I'm going to be to her? … her fucktoy? I was confused, my mind drifting.
She said one more time, "Katrina, you are my toy," with another light slap to focus my attention again.
"Yes, I'm sorry, please don't be mad … yes, I am your toy, whatever you want from me. Please, this is all so new."
"You are doing fine, just fine. I'm very pleased with you."
What a huge relief … I do want to be her girl. I want her to want me, to take me. Last night, after all the excitement, with the two of us in bed, when I really got to be hers alone, those were some of the most precious moments of my life.
"Now let's discuss the matter of what you will call me. I think you already know, don't you?"
Uh, what do I say? What does she want to hear? I want her to be happy with me. I want all her attention and love. I think I know that she is going to be my mistress. Does that mean I'm a slave. I never wanted to be a slave. I don't even know what that means. Can she be my mistress and I'm her girl?
"Yoo Hoo, where is Katrina?" as she slapped me again.
"Oh please, ma'am, please don't hurt me. You're my mistress? Does that make me, a slave?" I couldn't think of any other possibilities. Mistresses have slaves, don't they? … not girlfriends.
"Mistress or Ma'am at home, Miss Karen in public, ¿Comprende, my little pet?"
"Yes Ma'am. Thank you. I understand." She didn't answer about being a slave.
"Let's continue our language lessons by focusing on your body for a moment." She proceeded to point and poke and squeeze to highlight her lesson. "Let's start with these lovely 'tits' as she cradled them in both hands. "These beauties are far too large to be 'titties' like your Jane's, and they are delightfully firm. Now let's move down to your 'pussy', also known as your 'cunt', whenever I feel like it. Generally I stick things in 'cunts', I play with 'pussies', got that? Look at me when I talk to you girl!"
"Yees Ma'am." I was so embarrassed by all this. I have a cunt?
"Yes Ma'am, what?" Slap!
"Yes Ma'am, I understand. I'm sorry. Please. I have 'tits', a 'pussy' or a 'cunt'. You stick things in 'cunts'…," I trailed off.
"Good," and with a big squeeze said, "and finally, this is your 'ass', and such a lovely one too. One more thing you should know before you get yourself in trouble: I have tits, ass and a nice pussy. I do not have a cunt, and I am not a cunt, or a bitch for that matter, and lord help you if you ever slip up. But don't worry, my little pet, you will not be talking about my body anyway. I will keep your mouth far too busy for that. I will however, be talking about yours. And I do like to talk when I fuck a girl."
Oh god! I melted … her talking about fucking a girl right after telling me that I'm her girl and her toy … might as well just shoot me now and bury me in the desert. My heart opened up to her and I lay there, bare and vulnerable. Oh yes, my cunt and my mouth and every other part of me would be hers, to do with whatever she pleased.
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