The Training of Scarlet Worthy (14 page)

“This is nice. I feel like the Queen of Egypt.” She moaned. “Yes, I’m Cleopatra, Queen of the Nile with my little slave anointing me.” She purred and wiggled her bottom. “Would you like to be my personal slave Sibyl?” She turned her face toward mine. “Don’t answer now dear, think seriously about you answer. Yes or no. I’ll ask you again in a minute or so.”

She turned her face away and I continued to massage her. She raised herself up. Her beautiful bottom was arched. She was presenting it to me. I slid my hand down her back. My mouth was watering at the sight before me.

My Lady turned her face to me again. “So I’ll ask again now. But this time the Queen will need an answer. Would you like to be my personal slave Sibyl?”

Her voice was throaty. There was lust in her blue eyes. She watched my reaction. I so wanted to feel her sweet bottom. I wanted to feel her pussy in my hand. I did not want this day to stop.

“Yes My Lady. I’ll be your slave.”

I’d said it.
But what had I said? What did it mean? Was she teasing me?
I was already teased. I could feel the tingle in my belly turn to tiny sparks that spread down between my legs.

She said nothing at first. She raised up and flashed a wicked grin. Her legs swung gracefully over the side of the bed and she sat up. Her legs straddled on either side of my kneeling position. My lips were a foot from her perfect breasts. She grabbed my ponytail and pulled down on it until I was sitting on the backs of my ankles.

“You’re in Slave position number one. Get used to it. Place your hands palms-up on you knees, lower your eyes. I’ll tell you when you can look at me. Speak only when I ask something of you.”

I did as she instructed. My head was spinning and my heart was thumping. I was excited like I had never been excited in my entire drab life, but what would happen next? Would I be allowed to continue touching her? I would never had the courage to do this on my own. Submitting to her instructions was wonderful. My eyes were closed. I trembled in place, on my knees, dutifully awaiting her instructions.

“Slave, you will attend to me as I wish, when I wish, and how I wish. Do you understand?”

“Yes My Lady.” I whispered breathlessly.

“As of this minute you belong to me. You are now my property. I own you. Do you understand that?”

“Yes My Lady.” My words came from a place deep inside of my body, lust dripping off of each syllable.

“Slave, if you disappoint me, or fail me, I will correct you on the spot. If you disobey me I will impose the strictest of punishments upon you. Do you understand me slave?”

“Yes My Lady.”

“Then the deed is done slave.”

She tugged two quick snaps of my hair. “Kneel up straight. Legal papers will be drawn for your signature, including the term of indenture, and the specific requirements expected of a personal slave? Now, I need to begin your training - besides slave, your massage has made me needy.

“Ouch,” The suddenness of her pulling hurt, but I did as she instructed, I knelt up straight.

What had I done? Why the sudden change in her? She was so sweet and playful, and now she seems cross with me. Will she beat me?
My mind was spinning. I was afraid, and my eyes teary.

Lady Julia gently pulled my red hair over my shoulder. She let my ponytail drop against my breasts. She smiled and pick up the rope of hair. She began to stroke it and to separate the tangle of strands.

“We will have your hair cared for.” She said it absentmindedly. “My people in the spa can work wonders with it, and in no time your hair will be as soft as mine. Touch my hair slave.”

I stroked her hair. It was liquid in my hand. “It’s beautiful My Lady.”

My feelings were racing. I couldn’t focus. I was frightened. I was puzzled. I was on my knees. I had agreed - hell I had chosen to be enslave by this gorgeous creature, and above all I was pulsing with a hunger that I had never felt in my life. Her breasts were inches from my mouth and I was wet with desire.

“Did my words frighten you?”

I looked down, and in a weak voice I answered her. “A little, yes My Lady, I am frightened.”

“Good. It was my intent to frighten you. Look up at me my slave girl, and listen - I will only say this once. All of what I said is true, if you misbehave you should be very frightened.”

Inexplicitly she began to hum. It sounded like a sweet lullaby. She continued to toy with my hair while she spoke and intermittently hummed the tune.

“But being frightened and understanding the rules of you enslavement are two separate things. If you follow the rules you will have no need to fear anything or anybody. Yes, indeed you are my property.” She playfully pinched my nose. “And I place great value upon my property. It is to be cherished, as you will be cherished, and spoiled beyond your wildest dreams my slave. One day soon you will hope for the opportunity to proclaim your humble status to the world, and at that moment you will have achieved a glorious pride in the perfect humility in your slavery to me.”

Do you understand what I am saying?

“I understand the words My Lady. Please don’t be cross with me, but I don’t understand how that feeling will happen, this is all so new, I…..”

“Once again an honest answer.” She said. “You continue with that honesty and you will understand that sense of pride faster than any slave that proceeded you here at Brighten.”

The words formed in my brain, but somehow I held my tongue. She must have read my thoughts.

“Yes, there were many slaves before you Sibyl. You know that. Think about it, you saw the files, I wanted you to see the files. Don’t get ahead of yourself. You will have plenty of time to ponder your condition, but now you will learn to service your Mistress.”

She grabbed the silk of my blouse and pulled me forward. “Put your lips on my nipple. Just touch it and look at me.”

I raised my eyes to hers. “Open your lips,” My Lady instructed. But keep your tongue in check. You may begin by kissing my nipple, feel it get hard between your lips. I like to take my pleasure slowly.”

Her voice was getting husky as she issued a string of lurid commands. “Open and close your lips, ummm, yes just like that slave girl. Good. Now pinch it gently between your lips. Can you feel it grow?”

Her nipples were perfect circles, larger than mine, about the size of a half dollar, and a dark tan against her light skin. They were swollen like two cones, and tipped with the two pleasure pebbles. It was all I could do to restrain myself. My breathing was labored, and I felt wonderfully lightheaded.

She released her hold on my blouse and giggled. “Okay dear, enough practice, don’t play favorites.” She raised her left breast as if serving it to me. “Same procedure here dear slave, nice and slow, until my two girls are nice and hard.”

She let her head fall back and moaned when my lips began kissing and squeezing the left nipple. I was dizzy and delighted to serve My Lady. She leaned forward and her breast feel back away from me. My lips hastened forward to recapture it.

“Hold on for one minute my sweet innocent Sibyl. I need to confirm my suspicions. Raise your skirt.”

Her change of interest from her breast to my skirt startled me. Raise my skirt, I’m to raise my skirt. I hesitated.

“You hesitated at a command slave. Never hesitate. I’ve made a note; you will be punished for that little rebellion. It insults me when a slave hesitates upon an instruction. Raise your skirt NOW!”

“Yes My Lady, I’m sorry Mistress.” I lifted my skirt and lowered my eyes. My cheeks were bright red with shame.

“Higher, raise it above your waist - above your panties.”

I complied. “Like this My Lady.” I wiggled my ass to allow me to wrestle with the tight fitting pencil skirt. I struggled urgently until all of the fabric was gathered in my hands and pulled well above my belt. I was exposed and weeping with humiliation.

“Being semi-naked makes for this level of humiliation?” She laughed at my struggles. Her laugh was deep in her throat. “Oh, tisk, tisk, am I going to have fun teasing you slave, for heaven’s sake, you haven’t felt near the embarrassment that lies ahead for you. I can’t wait to tell Lady Bradstreet about your shyness. Now spread your legs!”

I immediately complied. It was involuntary. I was learning like a puppy to react to her commands. My Lady doubled my humiliation. With one finger she lifted my chin to make eye contact. She was smiling.

Cheer up slave. You said you like pleasure. Let’s see if you like this kind of pleasure.”

My tears turned to sobs, my chest was heaving.

“Are you crying slave? Is Sibyl a shy and timid girl? Is this so awful that you can’t take it? Let’s see what is really going on down here.”

She leaned forward. Her chin was on my shoulder. I felt her fingers on my pussy. She wiggled her fingers on my lips and squeezed my panties. My hips rocked on her touch. I pressed my pussy into the palm of her hand, thrusting forward as if possessed to do so.

“My goodness, what am I feeling on your panties? Tell me slave?” She whispered seductively in my ear.

I couldn’t lie, I knew the wicked answer. “Moist My Lady, my pussy has moistened my panties.” I said with a breathless gasp.

“Moist you say? I would make that sopping wet slave. I believe it’s possible that someone could mop the floor with you in your moist condition.”

“Why are you wet?”

I couldn’t stand it. I was beyond the edge of restraint. I almost screamed. “Because I’m so hot, My Lady - I’m so fucking hot for you. Please touch me more, please never stop touching me, god I love you. Oooouw, fuck me, oh please fuck me.”

In a single motion she pulled my mouth to her breast and she slipped her fingers inside my panties. I sucked on her, feasted on her, my mouth and tongue released to enjoy her ripened breast. Her fingers began to slowly stroke my lips. She inserted one finger and waited until I began to ride it. I had never been touched like this before and the feeling was as powerful as anything that I had ever experienced. Her finger rose and found my bulging clit. I was delirious. “Please Mistress, make me come for you!”

“Come slave.”

And come I did. Thrashing like a wild beast and screaming unmentionable words that came from where I did not know. I lost sense of time and place and in what seemed like an eternity the convulsions of joy finally stopped. I fell upon her. My legs were weak and trembling.

My Lady held me in her arms until I was able to gather myself. I looked up at her and she took my face in her palms and kissed me, slowly at first and then more passionately. I opened my mouth and our tongues danced.

She withdrew. “You are a very sexual woman Sibyl. I like that in a woman slave. Be proud that your body is so well adjusted to pleasure. It is a good thing too, because I plan to enjoy getting to know your body in all of its sweet places and also your mind. I’ll take that too. Is your mind as wild as your little body? Never mind answering slave. I’ll enjoy finding the answer for myself.”

She stood abruptly and grabbed my ponytail. “Follow me. On your hands and knees - follow.”

I did as I was told and followed her on my hands and knees across the soft white carpet, up the single stair and into her bed chamber. She let go of my hair and instructed me to sit silently on my heels. She reminded me that it was position one, and not to move or speak. I was in dreamland from the earthquake orgasm and slightly intoxicated by sex. I sat quietly. It seemed so natural to do so, like it was someone else, not me kneeling in a woman’s bedroom and waiting for her next command.

The room was large and beautifully and decorated using the same white theme. The paintings she had chosen were abstract, bold splashes of color that seemed to jump from the wall. She sat on the bed and pick up the phone wearing only the skimpy red panties and her red heels. She threw her head to one side to clear her silky hair from the handset.

“Madison.” That was all she said. There was a slight pause, and she began speaking again. “I need you to come to my residence at four today. I’ll need you to pull some extra duty for a few days. I’ll explain at four.”

She hung up and turned to me. “You and I will be busy over the next few days. Crawl over here.”

She was sitting on the bed and I crawled to face her. “There are certain administrations I require frequently from my personal slave. One is breast worship, I like to have them sucked. The second is pussy worship.”

She once more grabbed my hair and pulled me to her. I could feel my face glide along her thighs. She spread her legs and lifted my head until she was looking in my eyes.

“Start kissing.”

There was a damp spot in her panties. Making me come had made her wet. In a place deep inside I was somehow happy that I had made that happen. It empowered me in a strange way. I had never kissed a woman like this. I could smell a sweet fragrance unknown to me and I was powerless to resist. I began kissing the sweet wet spot between her legs. I could feel the fold of her pussy lips on my kisses. I was intoxicated, and it felt wonderfully erotic to submit to her. I wanted to please My Lady. I kissed again and again occasionally squeezing my lips until I had her lips trapped between my own.

“Keep kissing. I only want pussy worship now slave. I’ll tell you when I want you to be more urgent. Right now pussy worship is just a pleasant erotic massage for me. It feels good.” She patted me on my head like a pet. “You look sweet down there. I like to see you humbled between my knees. It confirms your submissive status.”

I was still looking into her eyes while performing pussy worship upon her.

“Just keep up the pussy worship slave. PW will be my code for pussy worship, your signal, and a command to do exactly what you are doing now. I may require instantly and at any time or any place. If I tell you I require PW, drop to your knees and start kissing, and as I said, I may require you to so perform
anywhere
and at
any
time, and as always with no hesitation. Nod your head that you hear and understand me.”

I kept kissing and I nodded my head. Surly she would not have me service her in public like this. She was just teasing me.