Foot to mouth

A little while later, after pizza had been eaten… and both Stacy and Lydia had received yet another dousing of man cream into the depths of their tight, young passages. The pair of them had ended up being sent off to soak together in a warm, bubbly bath full of soap and strange oils. The newcomer to this household was still not entirely sure how this had transpired. After their meal, Stacy had simply asked Ms Jay if it was alright to have a shower and somehow that had morphed into them both sharing this sweet-smelling cauldron. The hippyish older lady had even insisted upon ‘getting it just right’ for them, pulling out ever more ‘salts’, poultices and ‘muscle soaks’ to pour over their immersed and nubile forms. Lydia was starting to wonder if this was some strange 60’s cult commune, where they all bathed and slept together without a thought for shame or modesty.

Still… she had to admit, the water felt wonderful. Soothing all the aches and scrapes of a day spent tied in strange positions and penetrated over and over again. The teen was quite used to being pushed past her limits in terms of flesh to flesh friction, but that didn’t mean it still didn’t sting a little for all the hours afterward. Perhaps a bit of quiet splashing was not such a chore, and, to be fair… Of all the people to share a bath with; the girl you’d spent all day tangling tongues with and being fucked alongside… was hardly a major leap.

The pair of them lay there, top to toe. Simmering in soapy bliss for a good half-hour or more… before either felt any need to cheapen the experience. Lydia was roused from that eyes closed tranquility, however, by something brushing insistently against her cheek. Blearily and grudgingly opening one lid, she was presented with a decidedly up close view of one of Stacy’s feet, toes wiggling tauntingly. Apparently the other girl had grown bored of all this relaxation and nicety and fallen back on her need to irritate and tease.

“Why don’t you give them a suck?” She offered, toothily. Clearly determined to find a chink in her companion’s dedication to Mr Gregory’s command.

Lydia just sighed deeply though, and set to work immediately. Slipping the biggest of those waving pink sausages between her lips and winding the soft pad of her tongue around it. Such an act was hardly the most humiliating thing she’d been asked to do, nor was she about to let this play-pretend cocktease goad her into disobeying her master’s orders.

Stacy let this go on for several minutes, letting the strange new experience wash over her… before clearly faltering on the thought of the sense of comradery they’d actually been building.

“It’s okay… You can stop if you want, Lyds...”

“But I haven’t finished?” Replied the cheerleader, a falsely innocent confusion playing in her tone. She had only reached the third toe of one foot… and there was a whole other one yet to go.

“You’ll really do anything you’re told, by anyone… won’t you?” Asked the teen at the far end of the tub, genuinely curious admiration creeping into her words. She continued to watch with morbid fascination as each one of her own digits disappeared between those pouting lips and was drowned in warmth and attention.

“No… Not anyone…” Mused Lydia, lowering one foot carefully back into the water and drawing the other one out. “Only someone _worthy _of my obedience... I know he will never let me down. Never let me get bored, or caught. He’ll always come up with some new game to play with me, some new way to keep me interested.”

The way she spoke about Mr Gregory was wistful and distant, like some lovestruck heroine in an 80’s sci-fi fantasy. Stacy could hear the blind devotion therein. The heart and soul that had completely surrendered themself, and barely considered the body between as personal property anymore. She was almost jealous of such a connection… though whether she wanted to feel such adoration, or be so adored herself… she wasn’t quite sure.

“And am I worthy of that too, then?” She asked, completely honestly. Feeling the doting caress of that tongue upon the last and littlest of her toes.

Lydia blushed, suddenly and beautifully… but pulled that foot from her mouth and dropped it back into the bathwater.

“No…” She said again, though perhaps with just a little less conviction this time. “I’m only doing this because he said I have to…”

Her eyes met Stacy’s with a flash of piercing pride. "You’re not him."