Plausible Deniability

God, she hoped the month was almost up. She just couldn't keep track.

"Now you better get to your chores, sweetie. Or you won't have them done before class."

A delicious shiver ran down Emma's spine. God, she loved it when Sarah called her that. But her girlfriend was right. She needed to do her chores. Needed something to keep her hands busy and away from her dripping centre. Away from her pussy, marked with Sarah's name, that would cum with just a touch. She was so weak that she needed to keep her hands occupied or she'd just play with herself.

Emma bent down to empty Sarah's dirty clothes hamper into the basket that was already loaded with her own clothes before heading to the laundry they shared with the other students who lived on their floor.

She had to do her chores.

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"The short red pleated skirt."

Automatically Emma's hand reached into her wardrobe, to where the garment her girlfriend had named was hanging, neatly pressed.

"And the black top," Sarah added.

Emma shivered. The skirt was so short that even if she didn't always go pantyless she'd be hesitant about bending over in it. And the black top was so tight across her chest, with its low neckline. And short, it left so much of her stomach exposed.

But at least she knew what to wear now. She was so lucky to have a girlfriend to help her.

"And remember to call me when you get to lunch."

Emma would have remembered anyway, but it was nice of Sarah to remind her. She was going to need the help. Decisions were so hard. Even deciding what to eat for lunch was beyond her. If she didn't have Sarah she didn't know what she'd do. But Sarah was always there for her, whenever Emma needed help with a decision.

Which seemed to be all the time these days.

"And after class tell your friends you won't be able to meet them before lunch because you need to do some chores first."

Emma tugged the top on. God, it was tight. It and the bra were pushing her tits up and together until they almost spilled out. Still, it made her look hot. She loved looking hot for her girlfriend. Emma gazed at her girlfriend. Sarah was so hot too. She sighed as she looked at Sarah's hair. It would be so good to run her fingers though that hair. She loved doing that. It would turn her on. More, even, than she was turned on now. She hoped she didn't drip too much. Without panties and in this short skirt she might visibly drip down her legs. She was so turned on. Was the month up yet? God, it had to be soon. Emma wanted to cum so bad, the need thrumming through her. Maybe she could just cum from sucking on Sarah's boob? But even if she didn't cum touching her girlfriend would feel so good.

Maybe she should go over to her girlfriend. Or maybe not.

Decisions were so hard.

"Chores?" she managed to say.

"That's right, sweetie, chores." Sarah smiled at her. It made Emma's insides go all runny.

She'd have to do her chores later. Sarah said so.

What?

"You've done something to me."

"Really sweetie?" Sarah tsked. "What have I done?"

"I." It was so hard deciding what to say. Knowing what to say. Thinking was so hard. "Why do I do all the chores? All the washing. All the cleaning. Yours and mine. It's not fair. You should do-"

"Shush sweetie," Sarah ordered, a finger on Emma's lips. God, that felt so good. "Don't you remember? You said that you wanted to take care of me. Like a good girlfriend would. That you'd do all the cleaning. All the washing. Everything. And in return I'd keep you on edge, just like this."

Emma's eyelids fluttered. That finger was still on her lips but Sarah's other hand had reached under that oh-so-short skirt and was gently stroking her pussy. Her knees buckled as Sarah's fingers drifted over the bare skin where the tattoo was proudly displayed. Emma was gasping for breath as those fingers drifted lower, as they glided over her cunt lips. She was going to cum.

The fingers were withdrawn.

Emma was so turned on, but she wasn't going to cum.

Her girlfriend was so good to her.

"Don't you remember?' Sarah whispered.

Of course Emma remembered. "I'll do all the chores," she had insisted, over Sarah's protests. It had taken a while to persuade her girlfriend. It was the last time she'd argued with Sarah. Maybe the only time they ever had. But Emma had won in the end. She was going to do all the chores.

It was her decision.

Had she decided anything since then?

"Now you better get to class. I know that once you're there you'll work hard and be a good student."

It was going to be so hard walking to class. So desperate to cum, her pussy so hot and wet and her aching breasts pushed together and offered up and every nerve tingling. But Sarah had told her to go. She needed to go. Just as well Sarah had told her that or Emma might have just stood there, arousal leaking down her leg.

Decisions were so hard.

"Bye sweetie," Sarah called as Emma closed the door behind her

God, she loved it when her girlfriend called her that

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"You've done something to me."

God, it had been so hard saying that. It was so hard saying anything without Sarah prompting her. Even when she was in class or with her friends she was only speaking after Sarah's promptings. "Be a good student." "Have fun with your friends. Talk to them."

If Sarah didn't say things like that it was so hard to say anything. To do anything.

Decisions were so hard.

It couldn't be right. Her girlfriend must have done something to her.

"Are you sure sweetie?"

God, she loved it when her girlfriend called her that. Emma was sure of that. And how much she loved her girlfriend and how much she loved eating her girlfriend out and how much she loved Sarah keeping her on edge.

But there was so much she wasn't sure about. So much that was so hard.

"Hard." Emma managed to say that. "Everything. Hard."

"I know, sweetie," Sarah pouted at her, a hand gently laid on Emma's cheek. God, Sarah was so hot. "It can be like that when you're in love. Everything else doesn't matter. Everything else is so hard. And you do love me, don't you? You did tell me."

Emma had told her that. She could remember. She did love her girlfriend. But why did that mean she couldn't so anything else for herself? "You? Decisions?"

"Oh, that?" Sarah laughed. It was such a musical laugh. Emma could listen to it forever. "You told me that you were so head over heels for me that you couldn't think of anything else. Couldn't think straight. No pun intended. That you'd forget everything unless I reminded you. That you wanted me to make all your decisions for you. Remember?"

Emma did remember that. She could remember begging Sarah to make her decisions for her. Because deciding anything was too hard. And it was so hot when her girlfriend told her what to do. Doing what her girlfriend told her was almost as good as having her girlfriend play with her pussy. When she did what she was told it was such a turn on, she could almost feel Sarah's fingers in her cunt.

In her mind.

"Yes, I remember," Emma smiled. Sarah's fingers were in her cunt now. It was so good. "But," she started, then stopped. There was something else she had to say, but it was so hard.

"Yes, sweetie?" Sarah prompted, slowly stroking Emma's inner walls.

God, she was going to cum if Sarah kept that up. But she couldn't cum. The month wasn't up yet. Was it?

What was it she had to say? Oh, right. "You're making all my decisions for me." That was right. Emma had asked Sarah to do that. "And I'm doing all your chores. Looking after you." She'd insisted on doing that, too. It had been her decision.

"That's right, sweetie," Sarah prompted. "But I don't see where you're going with this."

Emma took a deep breath. It was so hard, with her girlfriend's fingers sliding in and out of her.

"Well, someone who has all their decisions made for them and does everything their told. Well." It was so easy to say it now. Emma had been thinking about this. A lot. Hadn't she? She must have. "Well, they're sort of like a slave? Right? I want to be your slave."

Sarah's eyebrows shot up. "What? Sweetie? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." She was. She was so sure of this. She was standing naked in front of her girlfriend with three of Sarah's fingers in her twat and it was her decision. "I'll get another tattoo. On my lower back. It'll just say 'slave'. Then I'll be between 'Sarah's' and 'slave'. Because that's what I'll be." The words would always be there. Surrounding her. Holding her. Because it was what she wanted. "Your slave. It's my decision."

"I think you better lie down, sweetie," Sarah said.

If Sarah wanted her to lie down, then Emma would. Slaves didn't make decisions.

"Spread your legs," Emma's girlfriend ordered after Emma had arranged herself on the bed.

Emma spread her legs.

"Are you sure about this, sweetie?" Sarah asked, her fingers now pistoning in and out of Emma's dripping opening.

Of course she was sure. It was her decision. It was what she wanted. What she needed. Needed more than she needed to cum. And she needed that so badly, desire clawing through her, hot and liquid and wet.

She nodded, her lips quivering as she moaned in need.

"Well, then," Sarah grinned. "How could I say no? It is your decision. Oh, and guess what sweetie?"

Emma couldn't think enough to even start forming a guess.

"The month's up. So you can cum now."

Sarah's thumb brushed over Emma's clit, Emma's back arching as she screamed wordlessly, electric fire ripping through her body, over and over, the waves smashing her thoughts into a billion shiny useless pieces. She was cumming and cumming and she didn't know for how long. Was it one orgasm? Multiple? Numbers were meaningless, it was just one long glorious sensation, gold and wet and burning.

"Now," Sarah said, who knew how much later. Emma quivered as her girlfriend, no her owner, slowly withdrew her fingers. God, that orgasm had been amazing. "We'd better start working towards your next one, hadn't we? You said two months, didn't you?"

Emma had said that, back when she made decisions. She didn't make decisions now.

Sarah had shifted herself so she was sitting on the edge of the bed, had pulled her skirt up and spread her legs. "Get on your knees and starting eating me out, slave."

God, Emma loved it when her owner called her that.

(The End)