“Pretty kiss my breasts and suckle my nipples as men have done to you!”
Mistress Lee reclined bring her little play toy to rest upon her, Elena’s naked body pressed to Lee’s. There was no doubt what was required of her. Mae Lee had given Elena a clear directive, a sensual demonstration and now she guide the naïve little beauty into the ways she could please her with her mouth.
Elena so shy at first but, then Lee’s little pet worked so hard to please her. Each little glance of those soft blue eyes, which so sweetly begged for guidance, and searched for approval. Mistress Lee smiled down into Elena searching bright blue eyes as the tip of the girl’s tongue worked around the hard nub of Lee’s taunt nipple in seductive small circles.
A ferial growl of pleasure escaped Lee’s lips as she arched her breast to Elena heavenly mouth, her fingers running through the girl’s luscious silken tresses. Lee seemed to coo her pleasure now as she pressed Elena’s loving lips down across her belly and closer to the pooling of her needs and desires.
The Judge and Spats watch from behind the one way mirror as Mistress Lee initiated Elena into a darker world of pleasures and the men marveled at the young girl’s need to please Lee.
Elena looked like a lost little girl with no idea of which way to turn. “I…I don’t know what you want…….what you would like,” Elena whispered at last and her cheeks blushed nearly crimson as the words left her lips.
Dugan and the judge watched as Mistress Lee softly cupped the blushing beauty’s face, her eyes patient, tolerant, with the naïve young beauty. Those they could not here what was said Lee seemed to be instructing her little Pet in how to please her, how to caress her most intimately with her tongue and mouth. Lee then kissed the crown of Elena’s head and gently arched her aching hungering pussy to the girl’s mouth.
Elena’s cheeks flames as Lee instructed her in how to please her, and to her shame Elena eagerly did as she was commanded striving to please Mistress Lee. It was as if she were lost in some kind of performance, if the shy young beauty was performing in a play and as with her dancing it wasn’t her. It was not Elena Armstrong who was letting passion and pleasure dominate her but some other ravishing young creature. Yet When Mae Lee came her climax greedily lapped up by the naïve young beauty, there was no denying what she had done, what she had allowed herself to do, and there was no hiding from the fact that Elena’s own frustrated needs where churning and burning in the pit of her stomach.
Lee saw the crimson blush of shame, the self-loathing in those bright blue eyes, the flicker of anger, and the smoldering need that still had not been quench, that still raged with in Elena. The judge was the first to see what was happening and made his way down to the main floor of the club.
Spats watched as Elena finally broke and ran, stopping only long enough to grab a few rags to cover herself with. The judge watched as Elena burst from the club running headlong into the night, tears streaming down her cheeks, alone in a city that seemed to desire her as its own. In her blind flight Elena ran right into His honor. His arms encircled her, and he looked down into her terror stricken eyes.
“Elena, Elena,” he called over and over again as he crushed her to him the strength of his arms held her, his lips so close to hers and his firm hard body pressed to hers, her hungering unfulfilled body.
“Elena what’s wrong?” his lips brushed hers so softly, so teasingly, as he called her name.
No!” Elena cried, her voice breaking with the single word and her body shuddering as she burst into sobs and clung tightly to the front of his shirt with her entire body shuddering.
Elena stood there lost, alone, for all she knew as she told the sordid tale of what had transpired with Mistress Lee in that room. The judge could feel every muscle in her supple young body drawn tight as a spring, ready to run, run from her own self-loathing. Ready to run from the feelings that Mistress Lee hand enkindled in Elena.
Dugan had said he would be there but where was he now? The look on Spats’ face when she had told him how she had betrayed him with this very man that now held her so tightly. The look in Dugan’s eyes as the whip cracked on stage, what he had done to her, how he had aroused her in public for all the world to see. Yet it was she that had pleased Mistress Lee. She had not put up a fight and Lee had made her body long for more when she had toyed with Elena. Yet it was the judge that held her in the dark alleyway, it was he who she found herself in his arms, and it was he that after she told what she had done with Mistress Lee kissed her gently and asked softly.
“Shall we go home now Elena? There was no reproach or accusation in his eyes as his held hers. Just the question would she come with him now.
He stood there tall, straight, his muscular body so hard and close to hers. Slowly Elena nodded her head and the tension flowed out of her for the most part, though she was still slightly ready to run at the least provocation,
“Yes, “she murmured, “Let’s go.”
Lost, alone and friendless what choice did Elena really have, other than to go with the one man who had not rejected her. There was no accusation in his eyes as had been in Dugan’s, no disappointment and resignation as when she had broken her father’s heart by choosing the stage, rather than law school, and the bench. He just seemed to accept Elena as she was. His lips brushed hers in a slow tender kissed that lingered, deepened, and reminded her just how aroused she truly was. Why had she become so sexually aroused from the lewd acts that Mistress Lee had forced upon her. He broke their kiss and walked out on to Broadway and to the front door of the Chez Paris.
“A cab”
He told the doorman who gave Elena a good once over taking her in from head to toe. Before he stepped out to hail a cab. The drive uptown to the upper east side, the drive to the judge’s home seemed to take forever with the traffic. He held Elena tightly to him and the only thing she could do to relive the burning hunger in her belly was to kiss him or put on a rather scandalous show for the cabbie. Finally, they reached his brownstone, the cab paid for, he fumbled with his key, the door just giving way, as they finally where alone.
The door closed, the click of its lock either the sound of doom, or the reassuring bar that held what laid without, bared it from intruding, disturbing this sanctuary. Sam stood there in the dark his keys still in his hand, bathed only in the ghostly moonlight that filtered in through the windows. It was a picture out of an Edwardian novel, the compromised young girl, the kindly Lord that takes her in from the streets, that saves her from a fate worse than death.
But Elena had already fallen into that dark life the night Mistress Lee first took her. Then when she bowed to the woman’s will and served a stranger with her body. Even her meeting Sam was a result of her Mistresses command. Even if Elena wanted to forget the collar around her neck it was a consent reminder of the woman and what she could do at a moment’s whim.