Jehovah's Witnesses

Through the peephole Katie saw a dark face. Opening the door she saw two black women, looking enough alike to be sisters. One was quite attractive. The other would be, if she lost 20 pounds. Maybe 30.

"I'm Charlene Wainright," said the heavy-set woman with a cheery smile, "and this is my cousin Delilah Hughes. We're spreading the good word of Jehovah." The prettier woman held up a copy of The Watchtower with an identical smile. The smiles turned to looks of confusion as they saw Katie's costume.

"Why are you dressed like that?" asked Delilah.

"Oh, it's my magician's costume. I just got it," Katie replied. "Do you like it?"

The looks of confusion congealed into identical expressions of distaste. "Magic is the work of the Devil," Charlene declared. Delilah nodded firmly in agreement.

The Ring pulsed anger -- it was bitches like these who'd done in her Mistress. "Get 'em," the Ring commanded.

Katie nodded, accepting the Ring's orders. Realizing the women could see her nod she quickly fabricated an explanation. "Gosh, I guess you're right," she said, "at least about real magic. But what about stage magic?" She held up one hand, index finger pointed skyward in an "A ha!" gesture. "I know!" she said. "I'll show you what I do, and if you say I should give it up I will. How's that sound?"

The two women seemed surprised that this girl was so agreeable, but they could hardly argue that the request was unreasonable. A good girl after all. "That's fair," Charlene said. Delilah nodded in agreement.

"Come on in, then," said Katie, ushering the two women into the living room and closing and locking the door behind them. "I'm Katie, but you can call me Katherine the Great." At the two women's skeptical looks she explained "you gotta have a stage name."

The women sat down and waited for Katie to start. Katie put on her top hat, tied up her white tie, brushed off her tails, and immediately went into her stage patter.

"Magic is all about illusion, misdirection. If something shows up where it's not expected, people just assume mystical forces are involved. Or if something shows up where it's expected, but not in the usual way. Observe."

Katie held up a hand palm up in front of Charlene. "Watch the hand," she said, and then whacked the woman lightly on the back of the head. Charlene coughed and spit out an egg. or rather, an egg vibrator.

"That's disgusting!" Charlene said. "Vulgar and disgusting! We're leaving."

"No you're not," Katie said. "I promised to give up my act if you saw it and didn't approve, and you agreed. You've got to watch the whole thing to judge. Or are you the sort of people who break promises?"

The Jehovah's Witnesses looked at each other, feeling trapped. They had promised, after all. "Alright," Charlene said, "Just get rid of that thing."

"Alright," Katie agreed. She passed her other hand over the one holding the egg vibe, and it vanished. "See? All gone." She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. "But WHERE did it go? Up my sleeves? They're too tight for that." She pirouetted. "There's really nowhere on this costume to hide that egg. So where is it?" She snapped her fingers and a buzzing sound came from between Delilah's legs. "I think we found it," Katie said with a grin. Sweat broke out over the prettier woman's face as she began to moan in pleasure at the unfamiliar high-tech **** on her chastity.

"Stop this sinful show at once!" Charlene demanded.

"Why? Delilah's enjoying it." Katie stared into Delilah's eyes. "Tell your cousin how much you like my show, Delilah. Tell her how good it feels."

Delilah shook her head, but the smell of arousal filling the room told Charlene that Katie was telling the truth. "Tell her!" Katie ordered.

"It feels wonderful!" Delilah sobbed, shame and arousal mixing in her voice.

"Please, stop this!" Charlene begged, fear now much stronger than outrage in her voice.

"No," Katie said. "But I'll let you stop it, if you can."

"How?" asked Charlene.

"Isn't it obvious? The egg has to go back where it belongs. Where it started."

Charlene nodded. She flipped up her cousin's skirt and pulled down her panties. Some part of her sensed a flaw in the logic here, but in her desperation she couldn't see it. She put her mouth on her cousin's sex to try to suck the offending object back where it belonged.

"That's it, suck on delicious Delilah's pussy," Katie said. "I can see you like to eat, so it makes sense that you like to eat delicious Delilah's delicious pussy. Yes, you love to eat delicious pussy. You love to eat Pussy." Charlene groaned and the focus of her efforts shifted as the truth of Katie's words sank in. She did love eating pussy. "And delicious Delilah, you're obviously having such a wonderful time, you must love having your pussy eaten." Delilah nodded, one hand pushing her cousin deeper while the other massaged her left tit.

"You know who likes pussy eating?" Katie asked, sounding like someone stumbling across a new and utterly surprising concept. "Lesbians. Since you two enjoy this so much you must be lesbians." The women groaned in agreement. "Since you're both such slutty lesbians, I bet you want to eat pussy too, Delilah." Katie undid her shorts and beckoned. Delilah got off the couch and crawled over to Katie, dragging Charlene along with her as the larger woman clung desperately to Delilah's legs and ass, keeping her face planted on her cousin's twat. The prettier woman latched onto Katie's quim and started kissing and sucking for all she was worth. Her technique was clumsy, but improved quickly, and Katie came all over the evangelist's face in short order.

When they were done Katie looked at her newest converts. "Since you too loved my act so much, maybe you'd like to be my assistants." The former Jehovah's Witnesses nodded excitedly. "Charlene and Delilah... those names don't really go together so well. Sammi and Delilah, I think," Katie said. "Yes, that has a nice biblical ring to it. 'Sinful Sammi and Delicious Delilah.' You can wear leopard print bikinis." Katie looked at Charlene. "Of course, you'll need to lose a few pounds to be properly distracting like that. Better start hitting the gym. When you're as hot as your cousin the two of you can come back and work for me."

The two newly minted lesbians looked disappointed to realize they'd have to wait so long to serve their mistress. "On the plus side, sex is good exercise so you can sleep with as many women as you can seduce," Katie told them. A good domme always knows when to withhold pleasure and when to throw her subs a bone, after all. The former Jehovah's Witnesses smiled with relief. At least they wouldn't have to be celibate until they were allowed back in their mistress's presence!

Katie got a pen. "Leave your names and contact info so I can check on your progress," she commanded.

"Yes ma'am," said Delilah, starting to write in the margins of a Watchtower magazine.

"Oh, not on that thing," Katie insisted. "How about you write on your panties and leave them here?" The women complied, and and left commando. Katie smiled, pulling Roxxy's panties out of her purse and stroking them. She'd have to clear space in her dresser for a "trophy drawer." Somehow she suspected that these three pairs wouldn't be the only souvenirs she'd collect.