EMMA - Chapter 4

Maryanne stood with a smile of a predator about to eat its prey. “Come Emma, I believe I shall enjoy this.”

“Yes Mistress” I said in dread. When I was first taken as a **** some six long months ago, one of the things that I was taught was how to pleasure a women. However I did not enjoy the lessons. Part of me wished to clean the table, to do the dishes, anything to put this off for a moment or two longer.

Maryanne headed to the alcove and I followed, my head lowered in resignation.

The alcove itself was a small room with a curved ceiling; it was lit by several candles and had a heavy curtain that served as its door for privacy. On a low wooden table there were a few dildo’s and jars of some liquid that I knew would serve as lube if the Mistress wanted, or needed them. A small bed had been placed there; it appeared to have been freshly made. I notice that there are cuffs, if needed, at both the head and foot of the bed.

The Mistress removed her bonnet and a cascade of dark curls fell about her. She shook her head. “Ah, that’s better.”

I was unsure of what to do. Then Maryanne turned her back to me, and I nervously started to undo the buttons of the yellow dress, with a swan like movement the Mistress shed the top of the dress. Slowly and with nervous hands I started to pull the dress from her, exposing alabaster shoulders and I was smart enough to kiss them gently while holding the Mistress in a warm embrace.

“Its fine Emma,” the Mistress said as if she sensed my insecurity, “just give into the pleasure and enjoy yourself.”

Those were nearly the same words her father had told me the other night, and if I wanted to admit it or not, part of me did enjoy his touch.

My training was coming back to me. Basically when making love to a free woman, we were to take our time and be gentle. Kissing, teasing, rubbing and exploring the free woman’s body. To give them the most maximum amount of pleasure we could. “It is,” one of the older female slaves that had trained us told me “one of the few times where we will be equals.”

When we were ordered to fuck another ****…it depended on who gave the order. If male, then it was all grunts and groans and dildos. They wanted the action, not the emotion.

If a women, then we might at least get to enjoy the experience some pleasure for ourselves. I was still not sure if the Mistress wanted me to make love to her, or if she was going to simply fuck me. There was a difference.

As I kissed the back of her neck and shoulders, running my tongue along her earlobe and sensing the reaction of the Mistress, I was at least doing something right. I nibbled along the neck line. Maryanne wore a soft perfume that smelled of spring flowers.

I went slowly, touching her back and alabaster shoulders, kissing them. Then I hooked my hands into the waistband of the skirt and slowly started to kneel, taking the dress off inch by inch. The Mistress did not seem to mind that I took my time; she stepped out of it quietly and then turned towards me.

She runs her hands into my reddish hair and pulls me in tight, I decided to kiss her belly button, and dart my tongue playfully in and out of it. I get a playful laugh for my troubles.

The Mistress was wearing panties and I take them in my teeth, I ease them off of her exposing long strong legs used to walking.

I’m remembering more of my training now. Be seductive; be playful if that is what the Mistress wants. Watch, listen, and learn. A woman’s body will always tell you what it wants and needs. I think back to yesterday and what happened with my Master, knowing now that the trainers were right.

I feel Maryanne’s hand on my breast, she’s fondling it and much to my surprise I let out a purr of pleasure. Her touch is warm and firm but light at the same time. She gently pulls at my nipple.

Maryanne’s body is a little softer than mine, she is a good foot taller than I and as I playfully kiss her belly and thighs I decide to reach up with my hands and caress her firm and pear shaped behind. She chuckles and breaks my grasp, sitting on the bed.

Without being command I crawl to her because it seems right, then enter the bed with her and we begin to kiss. We stroke each other’s bodies, exploring, and I quickly learn that the left nipple is a bit more sensitive than the right filing that information away for later. I then decide to cup my hand and run it slowly between her legs.

She’s enjoying my efforts and I am surprised to find that my body is reacting in kind.

She rolls over and suddenly I’m on my back, pinned to the bed.

Maryanne nips at my nose, kissing my neck despite the collar…then starts kissing downward following the freckles between my breasts, much like her father did just the night before. She teases my nipples and learns that I have a sensitive spot too.

She doesn’t stop exploring, going lower and I fell the long, dark hair graze my stomach. I close my eyes as it’s a wonderful sensation. She continues to kiss me, lower and lower on my body, and giving me little love bites as she goes.

“Oh by the Gods.” I state when I realize what she has planned for me.

I feel the kiss to my lower lips and I involuntary buck. This gets a “Stay still you silly girl.” order out of Maryanne but we both know she doesn’t mean it.

“Yes, Mistress” I breath.

I give into the pleasure as she nips me, touches me and teases me. She is being sweet and gentle and slowly my defense start to crumble. I reach down and hold her long dark locks with my hand holding her head in place, I’m not rebuked.

“Yes.”

I feel an electric shock run through my body as her fingers pinch my button. I groan inwardly as she stops for a moment, changing positions on me and accidentally puts her foot in my face. We both laugh at this moment.

Unlike me, Maryanne is not shaved but she is nicely trimmed and I bury my face into her. I breathe her scent in, it’s warm and welcoming. I’m not sure what to do here as her touch is focused on me and I feel so relaxed and warm.

Slowly I begin to probe her with my fingers. I’ve touched myself in the past, I know what works for me, and so I curl my fingers some and slip inside of Mistress. She gives my thigh a bite of warning; I slip out of her and tease her button with my tongue and teeth, and I am awarded with a pleasurable groan. Her taste is different than mine and somehow sweeter.

We continue on like this for a bit, then she does something that sends another shock into me and I cannot help but buck and I let out a low, guttural groan.

I decide that it’s my turn to take the incentive and I slip out of the position we are in, I reach over and take a dildo off the table and even though I am just a ****, I tap the head of it between my Mistress’s legs. They slide open easily and I kiss her mouth, long and deep feeling her tongue seeking mine out. My hand gives a slight push and now it’s Maryanne that groans with pleasure.

I suckle at her sensitive breast as we move in time to each other, her hand in my hair. I see the other hand grasp the bed sheet.

Over and over again I explore her body, then tease her with the dildo bringing her to the cusp only to slow down and start the slow build up over again, just as I had been taught.

Her breath is ragged now, faster and faster I go till her body kicks out and she quakes once, twice, three times…her eyes glazed over and starting out into nothing.

“Fuck, that was good.” She says.

I smile, pleased with myself. “Thank you Mistress.”

“Your turn now Emma.” She states with a playful growl.

I let out a little “eep” as she playfully lunges at me and kisses me hard and fast and wonderfully. Unlike yesterday with Master, I’m feeling warm and cozy and loved. Her father was a sensitive lover as well, and even though I am not attracted to women, Maryanne; his daughter, is winning me over.

She kisses my jugular in time to my heartbeat and I am swimming in emotion.

I feel her fingers slip into me and I close my eyes as she places a light kiss, almost like that of a butterfly, on my nose.

I place my hand on her breast and am amazed at how soft and warm it is, her hand rubs my clit in lazy circles and Maryanne reaches up to gently tease my sensitive nipple. She comes in for a kiss and playfully bites my lip.

I didn’t think it was possible to feel this wanted.

Again she starts to nibble and lick and kiss down my body. “I’m not going to stop till you cum Emma.”

I feel her tongue and fingers touch me…and I start to fly.