“You are. Very safe.” I said, putting my arm around the young girl and pulling her in close.
“Mmm. I wish I could stay here longer.” She said wistfully.
“I want you to stay as long as you want.” I replied firmly.
There was a long pause.
“I want to be like you. You have it all, so confident and strong.” She said finally.
Another pause.
“Have you ever been with a woman?” She asked finally.
“I have. In college I had a girlfriend. She was like me, we both had social anxiety disorders.” I replied.
“Really? I had a girl try, but I chickened out.” Erica said.
“You just weren’t ready. Was she pretty?”
“She was. A black girl at UCLA interviews.”
””So, just last month?”
“Yea.”
“You sound a little regretful.”
“I wish I would have, you know?”
“You’ll have other chances. You’re very beautiful.” I said, touching her shoulder lightly.
“I think about it sometimes.” She continued.
“I’m sure you do. I’m sure you fantasize about her.”
“Yes. And other people.”
“Of course. Like who?” I probed gently.
“Like, when we’re on the couch. You know.”
“So, you fantasize about me?” I asked.
A pause.
“Sometimes.” The young girl admitted.
She was blushing in the hot air.
“So, when you’re not fantasizing about your Black girl, it’s me, hmm? Well I’ve been thinking about you too.”
“Really?”
“Yes, you’re very beautiful.”
I rubbed her shoulder gently.
She smiled shyly.
There was another long pause.
“Are you getting too warm?” I asked.
“A little.”
“When we get out we’ll jump in the little lap pool. It’s nice and cool.”
I stepped out of the sauna and walked to the edge of the little lap pool and dropped my towel, standing nude next to the pool.
Erica hesitated for a moment and did the same. I took her hand.
“Ready? One, two, three!”
We dropped into the pool with Erica making a small yelp as we entered the cool water.
We surfaced and she put her arms around my neck to keep her head above the water.
I wrapped my arms around her waist and brought her close to me.
She shyly put her head on my shoulder and then kissed my cheek.
I decided to take control and see how far along we were.
I looked her in the eyes and leaned in to kiss her. I felt her melt in my arms as my tongue slipped into her mouth.
After a few minutes of intense kissing, I was ready to test her further.
“Let’s move to the hot tub honey.”
We sank in the bubbles and I put my arms around her again.
I looked into her eyes and took one of her firm tits in my hand, squeezing it gently.
Her mouth was open slightly, she was breathing hard.
“I love the feel of your skin honey. So soft.” I said.
Erica was quiet, compliant and willingly allowing me to explore her body.
She was staring into my eyes, her hand pressing my hand into her breast. She was holding me firmly with the other as I pulled her into me with my arm around her waist.
My hand slipped between her legs and brushed her pussy with my fingers.
She gasped, her pretty mouth open, her back arched slightly. Her firm, lovely tits were just above the water, the bubbles flowing around her nipples.
“Are you feeling relaxed?” I said after a few moments of teasing the young girl’s pussy.
“Yes.” She said softly.
“Good. I think that’s enough for tonight. I’m going to have some tea and get some sleep. Stay in as long as you like.”
I climbed the ladder, letting her get a look at my lean frame. As I toweled off I paid attention to my long legs, and the curves of my back.
Finally I turned and toweled off my breasts, the large firm girls moving gently as I rubbed them.
She was watching me hungrily, like a little wolf pup. Starving but not knowing how to hunt.
I slipped into my robe and knelt down to give her a kiss.
“Goodnight, Honey.” I said, slipping a hand into the water and running my fingers over her breast.
“Goodnight.” she said, looking at me with wide, green eyes.
The next morning she had breakfast prepared and coffee made as I walked into the kitchen.
“It smells great.” I observed.
“Eggs, just how you like them. I watched you make them.”
“They’re perfect.”
We ate in silence for a moment.
“Did you enjoy last night?” I asked.
“I did. Very much.”
“You like being here, taking care of us. Serving us.” I continued.
“I do. I love it.”
“I love it too. I love it so much I would like to keep you here, with me. Not for pay, but in a relationship that has a certain dynamic. If you agree to this, we’ll move forward.”
“What dynamic?” Erica asked.
.
“A simple formal extension of what you have been doing already. Serving me and the Boys. After we agree to this relationship, I will be your Mistress, and you will be my servant and lover. You’ll do as I say, and obey me. I will provide you with everything you need here while living with us, and you will provide me with companionship and service. Are you willing to accept this offer?”
There was a long silence.
“I am.” She said finally.
“Good. When I feel we are ready to go forward, we will. From now on, in this house, you will refer to me as “Mistress.” Do you understand?”
There was a short silence, the young girl looking at me.
“Do you understand?.”
“Yes. Yes, Mistress.”
She silently ate, breathing deeply.
I kept her in suspense for a few days, I continued microdosing both of us in the evening, three milligrams of THC tincture to open us up.
Want to get comfortable?” I asked one night after she had finished serving my wine.
She was buzzed, and breathless.
“Go get undressed, and put on one of my robes. Then come here to me.” I ordered.
“Yes, Mistress.” she replied.
She returned and I took her small hand and led her to the large leather sectional. I pushed her down onto the leather took a position next to her, hands gently on her shoulders.
I began massaging them in slow circles, my long fingers brushing her neck like a whisper.
She was wearing a sheepskin robe and I opened it, taking one firm, warm tit in my hand, then moving to the other. Her nipples were hard, and pinched them gently and watched her mouth pop open as I did.
All the while my hand curled around her neck holding her like a snared rabbit.
Sliding my hand down over her flat tummy to her shaved mound I found her pussy already wet and inviting.
My fingers found their way between her lips and I ran them along her wetness, bringing some up to the hood of her clit.
Reaching over to the side table I picked up one of my favorite toys, an egg, and I turned it on, feeling the low buzzing in my hand.
“Take it, and put it on your pussy.” I ordered.
Once I saw she had the egg buzzing on her clit, I pulled a soft black braided rope from my robe pocket and looped it around her neck in a neat clove hitch.
She placed the egg on her clit and a jolt passed through her body, at the same time I began to coil the rope snugly around her pale neck, gently tightening it.
She went to breathe but found that she could get very little air into her lungs. She stiffened, breasts heaving, until she heard my calm voice in my ear.
“Relax, don’t struggle, trust me.” I said softly.
The rope slowly tightened and the egg buzzed.
As the THC worked through my system I felt as though my body was becoming weightless, and I knew it would help the Girl release as well
I began to imagine a large colorful beetle droning between her legs, vibrating it’s wings as it tried to snug into her pussy lips. I heard the buzzing of it’s wings morph into a visible sound that enveloped her like a blanket.
I carefully manipulated the thick soft rope, around her neck, controlling her, keeping her just on the edge of passing out, nearing hypoxia.
Both of her small pale hands were on the egg now, rocking it gently on her clit.
She gasped for air and I allowed it, a tiny breath – and the rope became snug again.
She began to tremble… then waves of pleasure rolled over her body in a series of intense spasms – her body seemed paralyzed except for the undulating waves of pure pleasure rolling through her body. Hypoxia and the microdose of THC was intensifying and heightening her climax.
The pale brunette continued to convulse again and again, and the egg continued to buzz.
Kneeling behind her, I kept a precise pressure on the thick black rope.
It was, I hoped, a life-altering experience for her.
I loosened the rope to let her cry out and she wailed as she continued to shudder powerfully.
As I slipped the soft black snake from her neck and took the egg from her she continued to quake.
“Life, death, orgasm, love, control; it all starts and ends with me.” I whispered to the quivering Girl.
I held her tight as she begged me to take her.
“Please, Mistress, please fuck me. Please take me.” She gasped. “Let me serve you.”
“Begin here, Girl.” I ordered.
I laid back and opened my legs and my little slave Girl began licking and sucking me like a starving woman.
A few days passed.
I kept things professional and strict for the next week.
The Girl was obedient, and seemed to enjoy nothing more than serving, or being near me ready to serve.
During the day she worked for my business.
After dinner I would order her to be nude or nearly so as she performed small tasks for me and the Boys.
I had her serving me wine, massaging my feet or neck, brushing the Boys. She had strict instructions to make me cum before I closed my eyes for the night.
Occasionally I would allow her to sleep with me after we had sex, a rare treat.
Most of the nights were spent in her small room, emerging early to feed the Boys and bring my breakfast to me in bed.
“Are you happy here?” I asked one morning.
“Yes Mistress. Very much so! It’s just…”
“You may speak freely, Girl.”
“I want to feel…”
“Go on.” I prodded.
“I want to be more for you. I want you to possess me…completely.” The young brunette said quietly.
“I’m not sure you realize what it means to commit to this dynamic. To commit wholly to me.” I said regretfully.
“Mistress, please. Please let me serve you fully. You won’t regret it, I promise.” The young girl pleaded.
“Are you ready to be more? To be wholly possessed?” I asked.
“Yes Mistress, I am ready to serve.”
“Follow me.” I said.
I led the young girl into my study, and I took an ornate box from a shelf.
“Disrobe.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The young girl was quickly standing nude in front of me.