Her Coffee Slave Ch. 03

"That's true," she finally managed. "Mistress Sophia has decided that I'm not mature enough decisions when it comes to s-e-x, so she makes them all for me."

It was demeaning for her to have to refer to sex in a prudish way, but Sophia seemed to take pleasure in giving Erin an immature attitude towards sex. Through discipline and reward, Sophia had created within Erin an aversion to sex along with an obsession with it. Erin became helplessly emabarassed whenever the subject came up, but Sophia loved to throw it in Erin's face as often as she could.

Erin was a virgin in only the strictest sense of the word: she had never had a man inside of her, but her Mistress had exposed her to so many other ways of pleasure and lust that the girl was practically mad with desire and unfulfilled passions.

"What's it like?" Julia asked, checking the time. All the other girls seemed intent on hearing Erin's answer.

"It's ... frustrating. My Mistress has a voracious sexual appetite, and she is really vocal whenever she's with a guy," Erin answered. "Like, at least once a week she likes to go to a nearby lounge and bring home a man with her. I go with her, naturally, and listen to them flirt at the bar. Most of the time, the guys try to angle for a threesome, but Aunt Sophia is firm that I'm only there to watch, take notes, and film."

Erin felt a pressure build up in her temples.

"My Mistress likes to sit in the back of the car as I drive them to our house, kissing whoever the lucky guy is and encouraging him to touch her all over. She practically narrates what's going on, and it really drives me crazy since nobody ever touches me like that," Erin admitted, surprising herself with her honesty.

"When they get to the bedroom, my Mistress likes for me to help her strip down to excite the guy. She requires that I remain fully clothed, although I'm allowed to encourage the guy as he... is intimate with her. She likes me to call out things like "harder!" and "that's so hot" "oh my god he's perfect!" Of course, my Mistress is moaning and giggling and talking dirty the entire time, and each guy she gets with really rises to the occasion of having an audience."

"As a rule, my Mistress never uses condoms. That's the part of the sex she seems to enjoy the most: when they finish inside of her," Erin said, feeling dizzy at the thought of it.

"When they withdraw, my Mistress calls me over to clean her up. I use my tongue to gather up all of the guy's mess, and daintily lick it out of her flower. If she didn't climax, then it's my job to make sure she finishes. It's always an ego boost to the guy, knowing that his cum isn't going to waste. Usually, seeing it gets him ready to go again, and I stand aside for round two."

The only comfort was that Erin wasn't related to her Aunt Sophia by blood, is what she told herself when she became utterly aroused each time she licked the woman's pussy.

Of all the things her Mistress made her do, this one had the most profound affect on the girl. It was the lowest, most submissive gesture she could imagine, and it reinforced her natural inferiority to her fiery-haired Mistress. How could she ever think of herself as an equal, if she regularly licked cum out of the woman's pussy, and seemed to exist to heighten the woman's sexual pleasure? To slave away on all the menial tasks so that Sophia could have more time to enjoy the most decadent pleasures life had to offer?

"They usually go at it twice, sometimes as much as four times a night. Each time, my Mistress requires me to clean her up. When they finish, I take out my frustration in the usual way, on my webcam show."

Erin was referring to her new way of making money for her Mistress. Aunt Sophia had set up a high-definition webcam page, and Erin's new job was to make a show of playing with her pussy while an anonymous audience watched online. They would donate money for her to do certain things, although the kinds of things they wanted were usually pretty taxing on the poor girl.

She had worn butt plugs, used all manner of vibrators, and had even worn things like nipple clamps and gags as she teased her own pussy for her insatiable audience. Aunt Sophia insisted that Erin must never cum while doing these shows (she maintained strict control over Erin's orgasms), but Erin had to pretend to climax for the sake of the show. She would beg her viewers to donate money, and put on a sexy show of pouting and pleading to coax out their generosity.

She wondered how many of her former classmates were watching, and she suspected that Julia or her Mistress had linked them to her page.

It drove Erin mad. She had to simulate the heights of pleasure she never quite reached, with the knowledge that her greedy audience would just cum and forget about her until the next night's performance. She had made thousands of dollars, although she had to constantly spend money on wigs, costumes, and sex toys that people had requested. One time, she had even been told to wax her pussy on camera, which was surprisingly one of her most viewed videos.

"My webcam business has been getting way more popular, which is nice," Erin stated with convincing enthusiasm. "I'm a little nervous about the upcoming "painslut Saturday" - the last time I dripped hot wax on myself it really hurt! But that's what won the most donations, and I have to give the viewers what they want, right?"

Annie, Ali, and Cami all nodded.

"My Mistress has the finest taste, so even with me making thousands of dollars for her each month, she's been spending from my... I mean her inheritance. Last weekend, we went shoe shopping, and she had me fetch different pairs of high heels for her to try on. I don't think there was a single pair that cost less than $2,000 and she got over a dozen pairs of shoes! Each time, she would have me kiss each pair of shoes before I put them on her feet and after I took them off. Some of the customers gave us a weird look, but I guess when people are spending that much money they can do pretty much anything," Erin said.

Erin was haunted by the looks that the other patrons in the upscale boutique gave her that day. Its clientele consisted of Persian trophy wives, Chinese heiresses, and wealthy Arab women who all watched with keen interest as Erin massaged her Aunt Sophia's feet as one of the many store clerks fetched shoes for the woman. Of course, most of the customers had clerks similarly waiting on them.

The Rodeo drive shoe store was the height of decadence that day, with Erin's Mistress commanding the attention of several of the clerks. Its staff seemed to consist entirely of college-aged middle class girls of different nationalities and body types, all wearing the same uniform: stockings supported by garter belts, a short black skirt and a pink blouse. High heels were out of the question, and each girl had on a pair of simple black leather flats so they could wait on the store's upscale patrons easier. They wore red lipstick and sharp eyeliner, which gave a refined appearance.

None were permitted to wear nail polish, probably so that their hands would not pull attention from the womens' pedicures as they helped change their shoes.

"I'm kind of jealous, actually," Erin continued. "They had one willowy blonde girl whose job it was to just go around giving out chocolates and pouring free champagne, and a tiny Puerto Rican girl who would brush women's hair and style it while they waited. Some of the women even got shoulder and neck massages from one girl as the another girl helped them with their shoes. And those girls were really motivated to make the sale," Erin said, her eyes lighting up as she recalled the strangeness in the store.

"Like, no job was beneath them. One woman was especially demanding. Her name was Sharifa, and she was a heavy-set Arab with thick black hair and thick thighs."

Erin remembered the woman's cruel smile, her heavy eyebrows and dark complexion. She appeared like royalty the way she leaned back in her chair and ordered the staff around. But what was most striking about the woman was that she was probably wearing over $150,000 worth of tasteful jewelery in the form of bracelets, bangles, rings and a pearl necklace.

Erin continued.

"She decided she didn't like a certain piece of chocolate after she popped it in her mouth. So she called over Trisha, who was the blonde girl passing the chocolates out. Trisha actually held out her hand and the Arab woman spat her partially-chewed chocolate into Trisha's bare palm! Trisha thanked the Sharifa for her patience, but Sharifa only told her to hold on because she still had some of the chocolate in her mouth. She swished some saliva around her mouth, gathering the smallest bits of chocolate, then spat again into Trisha's hand!"

Julia was smiling darkly. Erin recalled Trisha's hands: she had such long and narrow fingers she could have been a hand model or a pianist. The chocolate contrasted sharply with Trisha's lily-white skin, and the saliva shined under the warm incandescent lighting of the store.

"But Sharifa still wasn't consoled. She threatened to complain to Trisha's manager about the poor quality of the chocolate. Trisha pleaded with her not to do that - apparently the store takes complaints very seriously. Sharifa, in her fury, told Trisha to eat the chocolate and see if it was worthy of her. Trisha blinked, but withered under Sharifa's stern gaze. Then Trisha lifted her hand to her mouth and used her tongue to scoop up Sharifa's half-eaten chocolate and all the saliva that the Arab woman had spat onto it. Her brow furrowed and I could see her neck muscles strain as she forced herself to eat the chocolate. When Trisha had swallowed it, she bowed her head and said that the chocolate was unworthy of such a wonderful client such as Sharifa."

"That seemed to make the full-figured woman happy, but an idea crept into her head. She said that maybe she wasn't being fair: she would try each of the chocolates that Trisha had before she made her final decision. If she liked a piece, she would swallow it. If not, she had Trisha to help her get rid of it. Trisha knelt to the side of Sharifa's chair and gave each piece to the Arab beauty, but Sharifa only liked one or two of the dozen pieces of chocolate. Each other one, she spat into Trisha's hand for the blonde girl to swallow. One time, Sharifa missed Trisha's hand, and insisted that the girl lick the chocolate off of the tile floor."

Erin was sure that the Arab bitch had missed Trisha's hand on purpose.

Trisha looked quite shaken after she had eaten so much of the woman's saliva, but it did seem to appease the plump woman. By the end of the day, Sharifa had spent $20,000 on shoes. Erin saw that she had tipped Trisha a couple of dollars, and then requested the blonde girl's personal cell phone number. Erin saw the fear in Trisha's big blue eyes after the Arab woman mentioned a job offer. But at that point, she was carrying all the shoes that her Aunt had bought out the store.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that everyone's so happy!" Julia announced, clapping her hands together and smiling brightly. "But I have some bad news!" Julia added, pouting in an exaggerated way.

"I'm about to head on to my next job, and I probably won't see you guys for a while,"

Erin felt an urge begin somewhere deep inside of her, rising up past all her fear and conditioning and every one of the degradations she had faced. The words came as though they were from another person: the proud girl Erin used to be instead of the defeated slave she was now.

"Julia, who are you?" Erin whispered.

At this, Julia seemed genuinely surprised. She looked at Erin with a new respect and, Erin thought, with the smallest hint of fear.

"Wow Erin, I'm surprised right now! I've been doing this for a long time, and you know you're the only person who's ever managed to ask me that?" Julia said. Erin already felt her resolve weakening as the blonde woman eyed her over.

"I wonder what about you is different?" Julia wondered aloud. "Maybe I should study you more closely and see what you can teach me. How would you like to spend the next few years naked in a cage in some laboratory?"

Erin gasped, but Julia just laughed and suggested it was a joke.

"Just kidding. I don't have that power. You're already bought and paid for, and I couldn't mess with that even if I wanted to." Erin felt her shoulders drop in relief.

"But really, it doesn't matter! This is the way things are, and the best thing you girls can do is accept it. You're going to be waiting on people hand and foot: satisfying their most depraved whims, accepting their abuse, and living to bring pleasure to the people who despise you. You'll be scurrying from humiliation to humiliation, eating the leftover scraps of the most privileged people. You'll meet each of their outrageous demands with a demure smile and a chipper, 'Yes sir! Yes madam!' And if you displease them in even the slightest way, they can come up with outrageous punishments to inflict on your poor young bodies," Julia lectured.

"I'd spend less time thinking about where you are, and more time about how to make people happy. Because if you mess up too badly, there's always Dr. Mina available to give you an attitude adjustment."

Erin went white at the mention of the horrible doctor. She had explained her ordeals to her friends, and each one had dreaded being the next victim of the sadistic woman.

"Anyway, I have to be in Tokyo tomorrow, so this is goodbye for now. But keep on your toes, girls! Even when you have another girl's toes in your mouth," Julia joked, looking at Ali who blushed furiously.

Julia rose and left the cafe. The girls stared at each other sympathetically for a moment, then Erin's phone vibrated with a text message alert. It was from her Mistress Sophia, and read,

"Erin! Come home quick! Ronnie is coming over. And bring Annie with you!"

Erin sighed, imagining her evening of sexual servitude to her Mistress and her ex-boyfriend. Apparently, he had always wanted to fuck her friends and now he did so with gusto, although Mistress Sophia never permitted him to do more than make out with Erin.

Another text message came in, which read, "Actually, bring Ali and Cami too!"

Erin shook her head, then announced the message to her friends.

Each one of them would face punishments for breaking their existing plans to go over to Erin's house, but they agreed to it. Aunt Sophia was, after all, the cruelest and most imaginative of all their masters and mistresses. They closed up the cafe and got into the economy car that Cami had traded her own luxury auto for.

"It sucks that we're going to have to do Ronnie, I mean he's hot but he's stupid," Cami said. The girls all giggled.

"Seriously!" Cami went on. "He cheated on Erin and he always made it seem like he was some enlightened guy. But now that he has the chance to fuck a bunch of obediant hot girls, he's just as greedy as any other guy."

"That's kind of true," Erin said. She noticed that she was smiling - Ronnie had broken her heart and now she was seeing that he was just a dumb guy.

"I have an idea," Cami said, her eyes flashing with mischief. "I'm going to make him cum in like fifteen seconds so that he's too exhausted to fuck Sophia!"

At this, the girls erupted into laughter. Erin imagined Ronnie stammering an excuse for why he came so fast, as Aunt Sophia glared at him. She knew that Cami probably could make a guy cum in fifteen seconds for all her experience.

"Yeah, I help! We make him cum so quick it make Sophia say 'ooh, you need to work on control little boy!'" Ali added, shaking her finger in admonition. The girls all howled in laughter, and Erin leaned the car door imagining how ridiculous the situation would be.

Her Mistress Sophia would be livid, and probably come up with some punishment for each of the girls. And tomorrow, they would all probably face even worse things. But for now, Erin was just thankful that she had such good friends.