Master of Two: Nascent Love (4 page)

It wasn’t as though she didn’t find the girl
charming, beautiful and interesting—she did. But since Amiko’s
purchase, the Master spent the nights with her, and several hours
of his busy day as well, breaking her in and showing her around.
Over dinners and breakfasts, they smiled and laughed with each
other, exchanging intimate glances that made Renee want to hide in
the closet until the adjustment period was over.

The Master hadn’t ignored her completely,
despite his tendency to focus on new playthings until his interest
waned and calmed. As was appropriate, that first day of Amiko’s
arrival he’d had the woman strip for an inspection by Renee. She
was struck by the delicate beauty of Amiko. Had Renee, herself,
been Master of the household she knew she would have indulged
herself as thoroughly in the tender Asian beauty of the new member
of their family. After all, who could resist the silken black fall
of the young woman’s hair, which brushed her perfectly shaped
bottom like a tease. Porcelain skin was highlighted by delicate
pink at cheeks, and blood red on lips and nails. The girl’s breasts
were small, firm, areola tender as a watercolor, and her nipples
were sensitive, reacting with an immediate ruche at Renee’s touch.
Amiko’s pussy was smooth and hairless, apparently laser-depilated
as there was no hint of stubble, and as perfectly formed as a juicy
fig, pink and inviting inside. Renee’s mouth watered as she
contemplated the possibilities between herself and her new
fellow-slave.

Fortunately, the Master insisted that Renee
taste of that sweet fruit as he excited Amiko and then offered his
glistening wet fingers to Renee to clean with her tongue. With
innocent consistency of beauty and tender appeal, Amiko tasted
fresh, clean and purely female. Her scent was erotic and stirring,
rich, and full of promise.

Renee was instantly in lust.

In fact, it was a little difficult for her
to determine whether it was her unfulfilled desire to have the girl
that was bothering her, or a simple case of jealousy and minor
neglect. Perhaps both.

In the meantime, Kevin was pleasantly sated,
sending Renee to her own room each night after their usual
before-bedtime cuddle—now with three people where before there had
virtually always been two.

Renee concentrated her efforts on welcoming
Amiko to the household, showing her where things were, how things
had been done in the five years that Renee had been the only woman
in residence, except for brief periods of a month or two here and
there when one of the Master’s admirers would enjoy their
hospitality on a temporary basis. The temporary nature of those
previous women made them guests, not permanent members of the
household as Amiko was—and that changed the picture
dramatically.

Renee helped Amiko settle into her new room
comfortably, showing her which shelves and drawers in their shared
bathroom were hers to use. In the process, she got to know the
lovely woman a little bit.

Born in Japan twenty-two years ago, Amiko
had had an insecure childhood. Her father had deserted the family
after the birth of Amiko’s younger sister, disgusted that his wife
had produced five girl children and no sons to carry on his
lineage. Hard work and a cancerous tumor had killed Amiko’s mother
when Ami had been just three years old, leaving the oldest daughter
Suki, aged fourteen, to head the family. Suki struggled as a
laborer in the fields for nearly a year before she was lured into
prostitution by the offer of easy money. The lifestyle, however,
was quite demanding, often keeping the beautiful woman away from
home for days at a time. During one long absence, the third child,
Kiyo, had been killed in a traffic accident. The sisters grieved
deeply, each in her own way, but life went on despite the loss.

Soon most of the responsibility for raising
the younger girls fell to the second girl, Hanako, who turned to
the church with her despair and fear. Hanako tried to teach the
younger girls Catholic values, urging them to work hard at their
school studies, and bitterly decrying the life that Suki had fallen
into. As the next-to-youngest, Amiko had been greatly confused by
what she heard, versus what she intuited. In her young mind, Suki
had done what she had to do and was their savior and provider,
seeing that they were clothed, fed, and educated which was far more
than could have been expected had Suki continued as a field worker.
Hanako, however, aided by the staunch discipline and dogma at the
Catholic school, was adamant, insisting that the girls pray for
Suki’s immortal soul. Hanako swore that all men were evil,
despicable creatures who preyed on women in need and that they were
to be avoided at all costs.

With a natural curiosity, Amiko wondered at
these mysterious men and their “evil” ways. Suki prospered by the
generosity of the evil ones, while Hanako grew more vehement and
shrill with each passing year.

As a consequence, Amiko and her younger
sister, Jin, spent many hours fantasizing together about their
futures, the lives they would one day have. Jin wanted nothing more
than to live in a big house with many rooms, all for her to
decorate and arrange and enjoy in peace. She wanted pretty clothes,
lavish jewelry and the attention she’d not been given as a child.
Amiko, on the other hand, had a mystery to solve. She wanted to
find out about men—what made them so evil, and yet so very, very
interesting. She also wanted to finish school and travel. She
didn’t care where she might go. A pile of battered travelogues lay
at the foot of her sleeping mat like a catalogue of dreams.

As young Amiko entered her first year at the
Catholic High School for Girls, Jin went off to Sapporo on the
island of Hokkaidō for a short visit with Suki and did not return.
Amiko received a letter from her stating that she’d been introduced
to a gentleman whom she’d fallen madly in love with. She’d decided
to stay in Sapporo with Suki and see where the relationship would
lead. Reading between the lines, Ami realized that her sister was
finding her way toward the life she’d been dreaming about, and
doing it in the only way she could.

Amiko’s fascination grew. How was it that
men had so much power? And what was the link between these powerful
fellows and women?

Hanako entered the service of the church as
a nun, and Amiko spent those three years of high school living in
the convent dormitory. She didn't fit in among the other girls
because she'd started so late and was several years older than most
of them. The nuns forbade her visits to Suki in Sapporo, keeping
her a virtual prisoner.

One nun had taken pity on the
eighteen-year-old Amiko, comforting her through long nights of
anxiety and loneliness. Eventually, right before she turned
nineteen, Amiko had become the older nun’s lover. With great
secrecy and shame, Amiko and Sister Mary Thomas explored each
other’s bodies with silent intensity. Unable to confess their sins,
lest they each be expelled, they sought out other penance for their
continuing misdeeds.

One evening, Sister Mary Thomas produced a
horse-hair flogger and after indulging her need for Amiko’s flesh,
had proceeded to self-flagellate her back and shoulders until she
was welted and bleeding. Amiko submitted to the treatment as well,
though she didn’t have the fortitude to inflict it upon
herself.

From that point forward, after each night
spent in sweating, pelvis grinding, nipple-sucking abandon, Amiko
would be flogged until she was reduced to abject tears and then she
would kneel and pray while Sister Mary Thomas punished herself with
far greater vehemence than would have been shown had someone else
performed the chastisement.

But it couldn’t last forever. Eventually,
Amiko would have to leave the convent and Sister Mary Thomas.

* * *

The night before she was to be released from
the convent, Amiko’s cell door opened slowly, and Sister Mary came
in. It was only moments before the young nun was holding her
tenderly, taking in the soft, clean smell of young womanhood, a few
tears forming in her eyes as she contemplated the return to her
former, celibate lifestyle. God was punishing her, she knew, by
causing her to love the young woman so deeply and then taking her
away. It was hard not to resent Amiko’s youthful sense of adventure
and excitement at the prospect of moving so far away to university.
Mary knew, however, sincere penance and humility would surely place
them both back in the grace of God.

But first, Mary intended to sate her evil
desire to possess Amiko’s lovely body quite thoroughly. While Amiko
snuggled up against her, brushing her pointed breasts against
Mary’s larger ones, Mary stroked her black hair, ran it through her
fingers like a silk scarf. She tilted the girl’s head back,
touching her face gently, and kissed her deeply, uniting their
tongues with increasing vigor. Amiko’s sweet mouth was so innocent,
so full of promise, that Mary was intoxicated with each new
kiss.

The older woman’s hands roamed over the
creamy shoulders and arms which warmed the chill of her hands,
seeking and finding Ami’s breasts, nearly precisely filling her
hands. Hard, engorged nipples poked between her fingers as though
trying to get free. Mary kneaded those firm breasts, gently,
gently, and soon more firmly, until Amiko groaned in her ear. When
Mary’s palms brushed over Ami’s tender nipples time and again, the
girl began to arch, seeking the pleasure of that touch. Mary
pinched the pink buds firmly, having discovered long ago that it
excited Amiko to cross the pain/pleasure threshold fairly
regularly.

It caused some concern at first discovery,
when Mary spanked Amiko quite harshly as penance and subsequently
found the teenager’s inner thighs running with ambrosia, despite
the welts thereon. Although tears coursed down Ami’s cheeks and she
was abject and broken, she still experienced the ultimate
pleasure.

Afterward, Mary meditated on it for quite a
while. Her final revelation was that the orgasmic release at the
height of Ami’s pain and torment, must be given by the hand of God
as a sign of her forgiveness. Mary sought this for herself,
scourging herself severely, flagellating herself raw all over, but
the pleasure never quite came. It was obvious that Sister Mary
Thomas had been forsaken by her Lord, and only through greater and
greater penance would she ever hope to gain his kingdom.

Amiko squirmed and moaned against Mary’s
body, licking her lover’s throat and shoulders, kneading a breast
with two hands and holding it reverently as she sucked on the big
brown nipple. Mary sighed deeply, grinding her hips against Amiko’s
slender belly and pelvis.

“I need your mouth upon me, my precious.
Kneel on the mat.”

Obediently, Amiko knelt on her sleeping mat,
watching as Sister Mary arranged herself there with legs bent and
spread wide. When Mary was comfortable, Amiko touched the older
woman’s inner thighs, and ran her hands down to the dark-furred
swollen pussy she was so familiar with. Using her thumbs, Amiko
spread Mary’s labia and exposed both clit and hole for her tongue’s
exploration. That simple touch made Mary moan softly and shudder
with delicate excitement. Her pussy began to run with the liquor of
her lust. Ami laved the pink flesh quite thoroughly, her tongue
seeking each fold and crevice with intensity. Mary was flushed, her
hips rising from the mat to meet the source of her pleasure. Amiko
inserted one, then two fingers in the slippery opening, and Mary
squirmed more. Two digits wiggled within, any more certain to go in
too deeply and break the membrane which had remained intact
throughout the twenty-six years of Mary’s life. Ami sucked noisily
on the swollen clit of her lover and Mary’s weight shift slightly
as her bottom came off the mat an inch or two. “Now,” Mary
breathed, her voice shaky. At the signal, Amiko pushed two fingers
into Mary’s bottom hole, moving them around until the sphincter
loosened somewhat and a third and fourth finger could be
accommodated. Mary’s anus stretched tautly, filled to
near-splitting by the younger woman’s small fingers. Her breath
stopped as she arched off the mat, her body poised on the edge of
eternity. Still Amiko didn’t stop. She sucked and prodded, nibbled
and licked the now super-sensitive clit, until Mary was writhing
with an agonizing need that seemed to go on and on and on. Finally,
with a broken sob, she ordered Amiko to stop and the girl relented,
having given all the pleasure Mary would be allowed by her
maker--no ecstasy, only hollow suffering.

Mary pulled Amiko to her breast, caressing
the fine, smooth skin of her back and shoulders. She turned to kiss
her young lover’s mouth and whisper against it. “Let me taste you.
Amiko. Come to me now.”

Smiling softly, Amiko moved to straddle
Mary’s more serious face. With knees widely spread, Ami leaned
against the wall and waited. Mary’s tongue started at the juncture
of Ami’s inner thigh and mons, licking at the lightly furred area
and taking the scent of the girl to remember for always. Wise hands
reached up to grip the teenage breasts above, and kneaded them
slowly, firmly. As Mary’s tongue first slipped between the wet,
delicious lips of Ami’s cunt, the older woman’s fingers were
squeezing a pair of eagerly swollen nipples. The sound of Ami’s
gasp and moan encouraged Mary to do it again, until Amiko’s nipples
were distended obscenely, bruised and tingling with primal
energy.

“Open,” Mary said simply, her voice muffled
against Amiko’s mons.

Straightening slightly, Amiko reached
between her own legs and spread her labia to allow for Mary’s
seeking tongue.

Deeply it delved as the older woman sucked
noisily, sipping like a hummingbird, the nectar which had sustained
her for so brief a time. After a few minutes, Mary released Amiko’s
breasts and replaced the girl’s hands with her own. As she opened
the youthful, delicate labia for her tongue, she alternately
pinched and caressed them, receiving soft moans of pleasure from
the girl straddling her. Tongue wriggling against Ami’s clit, Mary
drank in the beauty of her lover’s perfect form.