Melanie's New Life

As in her office, she performed her task admirably. Without the fear of being caught, she took her time, allowing her tongue and lips to slowly work their magic on me. She alternated between long, hard licks and short, light flicks of her tongue. She gently kissed up and down my slit, sometimes adding just the slightest little love bites. As my excitement grew, she worked her way up and around my swollen clit, but refrained from actual contact until I was going wild with lust. Finally, she began to just brush her lips against it while gently stroking my inner lips with the tips of her fingers. Finally, when I thought I might die from need, she sucked my clit into her mouth. She folded her tongue around it and began to ever so slightly run it back and forth, almost as if it was a small cock and she was orally jerking it off. When she suddenly jammed three fingers into me as she stabbed my clit with the tip of her tongue, I screamed in ecstasy, my body convulsing as the most powerful orgasm I'd ever experienced exploded through me.

I lay there gasping for air as she applied gentle kisses to my inner thighs. I shifted up onto the bed and motioned for her to join me. She crawled up and lay beside me, smiling but refusing to meet my eyes. I rolled over onto my side and placed a finger under her chin, guiding her face to mine. Then I leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. The gesture seemed to surprise her, and she hesitated for a moment before returning my kiss. I forced my tongue into her mouth and again, she seemed somewhat at a loss at first before responding in kind. I pulled away and gazed down at her.

"Do you not like it when I kiss you?"

"Oh yes, mistress, very much so. It's just that my first mistress, well the only one I've ever had really, never kissed me."

I was shocked. "What else didn't she do?" I inquired.

"Well, of course she never went down on me or even touched me down there. My pleasure is not important, although sometimes she would have another slave pleasure me."

"I disagree," I said firmly. "I may be new to this, but as far as I am concerned, your pleasure matters a great deal."

She looked surprised at that, but then a grateful smile spread across her face. "I knew it. When you first came up to me today and told me I needed to get laid, I knew you would be a wonderful mistress."

Then she surprised me by lifting her head and kissing me. I kissed her back, hard and we made out for several minutes, our hands stroking all over our bodies.

"By the way, what's your first name? I honestly don't know," I said.

"It's Rebecca. But obviously, you can call me anything you like."

"Becca then, although I may also call you Rosie, since I like to think of you as my little Irish rose."

She grinned at that, looking at me with deep affection. I let my eyes roam down her body, and then lowered my mouth to one of her nipples. I gently licked it, then pressed my lips over it and gently suckled. She drew in a deep breath and moaned loudly, her back arching. I pressed my teeth down gently and was shocked when she gasped loudly and her whole body shook. I placed my hand over her pussy and felt thick, hot juices running out and pooling on the mattress below.

"Oh my god, did you just cum from that?" I asked.

"Yes mistress. My nipples are extremely sensitive."

"How do you even get through the work day? Wearing a bra must drive you nuts."

"I rub on some numbing cream several times a day. Otherwise, I would cum a half-dozen times a day," she confessed.

I shook my head in disbelief, unable to grasp climaxing just from nipple play. The scent of her arousal was overwhelming and I suddenly crawled between her legs, lapping at her cum as it dripped from her slit.

"Oh god," she moaned, lifting her hips to give me better access. "Yes, oh yes please mistress."

In less than a minute, she came again, flooding my mouth with juices that tasted divine. I crawled back up her body and lowered my mouth to hers, forcing my tongue, coated with cum, into her mouth. She sucked at it like a starving baby on a bottle and then began licking my face clean. I rolled off her and she immediately, and without any instructions from me, moved between my legs and began eating me out again, this time at a fast and furious pace that got me off quickly.

After that, we lay in each other's arms, recuperating and enjoying the feel of skin on skin.

"Tell me about your first mistress" I said.

She frowned and appeared to think for a minute about how best to phrase her answer.

"She was one of my college professors, a woman in her mid-40s, very attractive. She was also very demanding. She always kept about a half-dozen students as pets, as well as her secretary, a married woman whom she treated abominably. Of course, she treated all of us like that to a certain extent. As I said, our pleasure was not important. She would humiliate us, whip us at times, even forced a few girls to get tattoos or piercings. I don't know why we put up with it, other than that it's just something I guess we wanted, needed really."

I stroked her hair gently, trying to think of the best way to tell her what I needed her to know.

"Look Becca. I'm your mistress now and I expect total obedience and loyalty. But I'm also not interested in that kind of relationship. I can be a bitch when I need to be, but it doesn't really do anything for me. I'm not interested in abusing or humiliating you. If that's what you're looking for, I'm afraid I can't give it to you."

She shook her head and smiled. "Not at all, mistress. Maybe then it's what I wanted, but this is what I want now. I recognize that I'm a submissive, that I need to serve someone. I'm happiest when I'm serving others, when I'm making others happy. And I'm burning to give you so much pleasure, truly. But I don't need to be abused or humiliated. How you've treated me tonight, well, it's been wonderful."

"I'm glad to hear that," I said, kissing her forehead and pressing my body against hers. "I'll say this for your crazy ex-mistress though; she sure did a hell of a job teaching you how to lick pussy. My god, are you good at that."

Becca laughed and hugged me. "I'm glad you enjoy it, because I love doing it."

I would have made her do it again, but it was getting late and I needed to get back before my Mom started calling around looking for me. I put on my shirt and shoes, leaving my underwear behind as a souvenir for Becca. Then we trudged down the stairs and I retrieved my skirt.

"Do you have another bedroom set up?" I asked her.

"Yes, mistress. I generally use it for guests."

"I'd like you to start using it. From now on, that bed is for my use. I'll be over a lot and expect it to be ready with clean sheets whenever I drop by."

"Of course mistress. I'll make sure it's always ready for you," she said obediently. "And I'm very happy you'll be coming back."

I kissed her hard and then looked into her face. "I'll be here a lot, my pet. Also, from now on, no panties and when you are here alone, I expect you to be wearing lingerie and stockings."

"Yes mistress, but I may have to go shopping. I don't have much of that kind of thing."

"We'll go this weekend," I said and she beamed at the news.

When I got home, I went right up to my room and collapsed, exhausted from the evening's activities. I had texts from Vanessa and Dee, which I hadn't noticed while at Becca's, but was too tired to respond. I'd tell them I had a headache or something.

The next day, Dee and I snuck off to an empty classroom, where I insisted she finger fuck me; she just wanted a quick make out session. Then, after lunch, I stopped by the library and pulled Becca into her office, making her finger me as well. I also ran a hand up her skirt to ensure she'd followed my no panties rule. Since she had, I fingered her to an orgasm as well. That night, Dee and I met up at her house for a couple of hours of pussy licking and making out. We also spent a little time on homework; I hadn't completely abandoned my responsibilities, after all.

Friday night, Dee and Vanessa were double dating with Jerry and some new guy Vanessa had started seeing. I didn't recall his name, but they came and went so often with her it really didn't matter. I felt bad for Dee, though, since she would have to spend the entire evening pretending to be someone she wasn't, and since the start of our relationship, I'd become much more sensitive to her plight. I texted Becca and told her to be ready for me by six that evening.

When I arrived, she opened the door wearing a white teddy and black pantyhose. Not exactly the sexiest outfit ever, but it was the best she had. I made her go down on me while I sat on the couch; then told her to get dressed as we were going out. She ran upstairs and pulled on a white blouse and knee-length skirt. I made her take off the white bra she'd put on underneath, which she did with a look of trepidation because when her tits pressed up against the fabric, her nipples were clearly visible.

"Don't worry about it. The store we're going to, they'll be used to that sort of thing," I said.

We stopped for a quick bite, and then I had her drive to a lingerie store that was located close to several strip clubs. I figured it would have the sluttiest selection. Sure enough, there were see-through body stockings, fuck-me negligees, barely-there dresses, and a wide assortment of sheer panties and thigh high stockings to choose from. When we entered, a young woman wearing a very short, very revealing red dress approached and asked if we needed any assistance.

"Yes. My girlfriend needs some new lingerie. She doesn't have anything that really turns me on at all. The sluttier the better, as far as I'm concerned. Plus matching stockings. Don't bother with the panties, though, she doesn't wear them," I said. The woman, her named tag read Mandi, didn't look nearly as shocked as I'd hoped, although Becca looked ready to die. But I was feeling playful and it's not like I had described her as my sex slave or anything.

"Certainly, miss," the woman said. Turning to Becca, she said "If you'll come with me, I think we can find some very flattering outfits."

We followed her around the store, pausing while Mandi pulled items from the racks and held them up to Becca's body, but always looked to me for approval. It was clear to her that Becca would have no say in the selection. I liked that she made certain to only select those items that would be flattering to someone with very small breasts. It showed she really knew her job and how to please clients.

Once we'd agreed on a dozen or so outfits, she piled an equal number of matching stockings into a basket and led us back to the changing rooms. Becca disappeared into the closest dressing room and every few minutes would emerge wearing teddies, body stockings, baby dolls and chemises. At first, she looked uncomfortable, but after a few changes, I could tell she was getting into the spirit of the thing.

"Wow, they all look great," I told Mandi. "You have a great eye. I especially like that black number with the flowing skirt slit to the waist."

"Yes, that really works on your girlfriend," she said. "The lacy green teddy also shows off her assets well."

"Agreed."

Once Becca had tried them all, we selected the seven best, including the two the saleswoman and I had discussed, and then chose matching stockings. The woman carried our selections over to the register, while Becca and I dawdled over the store's collection of sex toys and equipment.

"Unless you are adamantly opposed, I intend to offer your services as a pussy licker to that girl. She's awfully cute, don't you think," I told Becca. Our saleswoman had short, dark hair worn in a pixie cut, large breasts and a curvy body that just oozed sex appeal.

"I'd be happy to, mistress. Your wish is my command."

When Mandi returned, I was toying with a pair of handcuffs.

"Those are always fun," Mandi said. "I have some myself."

"Thanks, we will get them, plus that vibrator there and the strap-on with the big black dildo," I said. Becca's eyes widened at this, perhaps because she'd be paying with a credit card and wasn't sure how such items would appear on the bill. I, on the other hand, didn't care.

"You've been very helpful, Mandi. I wish to express my appreciation," I said. "My girlfriend here isn't just my girlfriend. She's my pet and will do as I tell her. If you'd like, I'd be happy to have her go down on you. Trust me, she's fantastic."

Mandi smiled. I bet this wasn't the first time she'd received such an offer. "I'd love that. We can go to the back dressing room, it's the largest."

She led us down a short corridor with slatted doors leading into dressing rooms spaced several feet apart. At the end, a door led into a much larger room and we followed Mandi in. She closed and locked the door, then shimmied out of her dress and sat on a cushioned bench along the wall. I sat beside her and nodded to Becca, who dropped to her knees and leaned forward to begin licking her pussy.

Mandi and I turned to each other and I pulled her into a kiss. I began fondling her tits while she expertly unbuttoned my blouse and slipped a hand inside, pinching and tweaking my nipples. We were making out passionately as Becca worked on Mandi's cunt and it wasn't long before she began moaning. I leaned down and sucked one of her nipples, which was pierced by a small silver ring, into my mouth and began to gently suck. This seemed to push her even closer to the edge, as her breathing became ragged and her body began to quake. Finally, she uttered a deep, guttural moan and her body twitched violently.

"Fuck, you weren't kidding. She's fantastic," Mandi said, her face flushed with pleasure. I smiled down at Becca, whose own face was shiny with pussy juice. She went to wipe it off but I stopped her.

"Leave it," I ordered. "I like the idea of you walking around coated in pussy juice."

"That's so kinky," Mandi said. "I'd love to play with you two some more."

"Give me your number and perhaps we can arrange something," I said. She hadn't flinched at the word pet, so perhaps she'd be open to serving as one herself.

Back at the register, Mandi checked us out, with a generous discount, and slipped me her phone number. Both Becca and I gave her deep kisses before leaving with two big bags loaded with sexy new outfits and toys.

Once in the car, I check my phone and found a text, received less than five minutes before, from Dee. 'Date over; Van and BF had big fight. Free for fun?'

I typed 'Of course. Come to this address. Dress sexy' and hit send, then sent a second text with Becca's address.

"Home," I said. "And hurry. We're having a visitor."

Becca glanced at me, a look of concern on her face.

"Don't be scared. Didn't I prove this evening that I won't force you to do anything you really don't want to? This person can be completely trusted. No, no questions," I said, seeing she was about to speak. "Just drive."

Luckily, we made it back to Becca's before Dee arrived. "Go upstairs and put on one of your new outfits," I told her as we walked through her front door.

"Which one, mistress?"

"Surprise me," I replied. "And pull out that strap on and dildo and wash them in soapy water like Mandi said. Leave them on the dresser."

"Yes mistress," said Becca, a gleam in her eye. She disappeared up the stairs and a few seconds later, I heard Dee pull up. When I heard her come up the steps, I pulled open the door and gestured her in. She smiled at me and I looked her over. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt with a plunging neckline, a leather mini-skirt and fishnet stocking tucked into cowboy boots.

"Nice," I said. We embraced and kissed passionately, and then she pulled away and looked around. "Whose place is this?"

"You'll find out in a second. Go stand over there and don't say anything," I said, indicating a doorway into the darkened living room. She had just disappeared into the darkness when I heard Becca coming down the stairs. She'd chosen the green teddy and black stockings.

"Has your friend arrived? I thought I heard voices," she said, automatically lowering herself to a kneeling position.

"Yes," I replied, then looked over to where I knew Dee was standing. "Come on out."

Dee stepped out, a look of astonishment on her face. "How the fuck...?"

"Oh god," Becca gasped, and then moved as if to rise and flee.

"Stay down," I snapped and to her credit she obeyed.

I looked at Dee. "It's a long story, but you have to trust me and keep this a secret."

She nodded, gazing at me in disbelief. A heavy silence hung in the air. Finally, Becca looked up at Dee and then at me.

"Is she another of your pets?" she asked, her voice tinged with fear and hope.

"Yes." The answer was delivered in a firm and confident tone, and I looked at Dee in shock. She smiled at me and then surprised me further by dropping to her knees next to Becca. Despite my suspicions and my attempts at dominating our relationship, I hadn't dared dream she was ready to fully commit to such an arrangement. Hell, I wasn't sure I was ready to have one of my two best friends serving as my personal sex slave.

"I'm proud to be Mistress Melanie's pet," Dee said, addressing Becca but staring up at me. "I'm so happy that we will be serving her together. Pleasuring her is the greatest joy of my life. And don't worry, Ms. Dunne, I will never betray your secret."

"Pet Becca, you know Pet Dee and if I say she will keep her mouth shut, she will. However," I turned my gaze to Dee, "she hasn't formally committed herself to me as you did, and she must do so."

My eyes locked on Dee's and I kept my face passive. She needed to fully understand what being my pet would mean.

"Dee, we've been the closest of friends for years. I love you like a sister, maybe even more. But you have to understand, just as Ms. Dunne was made to understand, what it means to be my pet. You'll do as I say. You'll fuck me whenever I want. You'll fuck anyone else I tell you too. My needs and desires come first, always. Can you accept that?"

"Of course, Mistress Melanie," she replied in a confident voice.

I knelt down and looked her in the eye. "Dee, you don't have to do this to be my lover, you know. If you want, we can take Becca here upstairs and have her lick us both to orgasm and play all night long. I don't need this from you."

"But I do," she said. "This is who I am, Mel. The past couple of weeks have truly opened my eyes and I've got no regrets about what we've done, or about what I'm doing now. I love you, and I want to serve you. Please."

I stroked her face, and then leaned forward and gently kissed her. I guess at that moment I was saying goodbye to our old friendship, because obviously things would never be quite the same. But I loved her and would certainly give her what she wanted. So I stood, spread my legs and pulled up my skirt.

"Dee, although you've already tasted this pussy, if you choose to do so again, it will be as my slave. The second your tongue touches me, you are my pet, to do with as I please. So, make your choice."

I watched with mixed emotions as she leaned forward and kissed my pussy, ran her tongue along the entrance, and then pushed past my swollen lips into the moistness beneath. For better or worse, she was mine. I let her keep licking for a minute or so, enjoying the sensations, but then stepped back, smiling at her to show I wasn't upset.

I looked down at the two of them, kneeling together side-by-side at the foot of the steps, and I have to admit, my ego swelled quite a bit. Here were two beautiful young women, one with a college degree and a job and the other with a wealthy family and a bright future, both ready to serve me unconditionally. It would make anyone feel pretty smug.