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Tara's Slave
Chapter 1
Tara:
It was so exciting to finally meet the girl who was to be my slave. We had talked and gotten to know each other online, and even used webcams a few times, but there's just something special about that first in-person meeting.
Let me back up a bit, my name is Tara, I'm 26, wear a C cup, and for the longest time, I've been looking for a slavegirl. Someone who would obey my every order. I don't really want for money since my father died, and I could probably live comfortably for three lifetimes without needing a regular income.
Back to her, she's 19 and eager to move out of her parents' house, so when I was sure she wasn't some invention by an overweight basement-dweller, I sent her a one-way plane ticket, some cab fare, directions to my house from the airport, and instructions telling her to only bring the clothes on her back. Whatever possessions or clothing I wanted her to have, I would buy for her.
Jessica:
As the cab pulled up to the house, I got really excited, I was finally going to meet Tara, the woman who would own me from now on. We had gotten to know each other pretty well over the last year, and I practically jumped out of my skin, I was so excited to see her in person. I paid the driver and practically sprinted to the front door.
I knocked and waited. Just as I was about to knock a second time, the door opened, and staring me straight in the face were a pair of boobs. She was wearing 5 inch black heels, a skirt that barely covered her thighs, and a tight-fitting white button-up shirt. Her light brown hair barely touched her shoulders. She was stunning. And here I was in just a pair of jeans and a T-shirt.
After the surprise of being face-to-face with a pair of breasts wore off, I managed to stammer out "Tara?"
"That's Miss Tara, and you must be Jessica."
"Yes, Miss Tara."
"Come inside and make yourself comfortable, and we'll talk."
I walked inside and sat on a recliner, while she went to the couch.
"Jessica," I could feel my heart going a mile a minute, "I want you to understand how this is going to work; you will obey every order I give you, when I give it, you will wear what I tell you, and you will ask my permission before doing nearly anything except breathing and speaking, and that includes eating, using the bathroom, and masturbating. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Miss Tara."
"Good, now since this is our first in-person meeting, the next few days or so are going to be sort of freebies, you still have to obey me, but I will be very lenient with you, and won't punish you very harshly. Now that that's out of the way, it's almost dinner time are you hungry? We could order a pizza if you want."
"Yes, Miss, I haven't eaten anything since breakfast."
"All right, I'll go order some, don't go anywhere."
I watched her legs as she walked away, God, she was hot.
Tara:
I couldn't wait to play with my new toy, but there will be plenty of time for that later. Jessica was a petite little thing about a head shorter than me, even without heels, I could probably pick her up and snap her in half if I wanted. All she wore were jeans, a blue T-shirt, and a pair of sneakers. Not exactly flattering attire, but I'd fix that in time. She had black hair that went a bit past her shoulders. Her breasts weren't much to look at, but I've always preferred girls with smaller breasts.
After ordering the pizza, I went back into the living room, and she was still in the recliner she hadn't moved a muscle. I sat back on the couch, "We've got about an hour before the pizza arrives. Now, stand up."
She nervously got to her feet.
"Take off your shirt, pants, shoes and socks."
I could see her hands trembling as she untied her shoes and undid her jeans.
She was quite a sight standing there in just a bra and panties, her face red from embarrassment. I could barely keep myself from going to town on her right then, but the anticipation is half the fun. I took my shoes off and walked to her.
Jessica:
"Turn around."
I obeyed. I could feel Miss Tara unhinging my bra.
"Raise your arms up."
As I did, she lifted the bra and tossed it with the rest of my clothes.
She then ran her hands over my shoulders, across my chest, with her breasts pressing into my back, and pinched my nipples. Hard. She pulled them forward until they slipped from between my fingers, causing me to gasp in surprise. Miss Tara repeated this two or three more times. I could feel myself becoming moist.
I moaned in disappointment when she backed off. She slapped my butt and said, "Get down on all fours and crawl in front of the couch, I want to watch some TV, and I need a footstool."
"Yes, Miss, Tara."
Oh, God, she was going to use me as a footstool. I crawled over to the couch and she sat down, put her feet on my back and turned on the TV, "Jessica, do you have any preferences as to what to watch?"
"I like the British shows, Miss Tara."
"Good call, Doctor Who is on."
We both love Doctor Who. She likes the Tenth Doctor, but my favorite is Eleven.
"Which episode is it, Miss Tara?"
"A Good Man Goes to War. I have an idea. Every time The Doctor does something clever, you kiss my stocking covered foot."
She wiggled her toes in front of my face. I grinned "I like that idea, Miss Tara."
Tara:
*Ding-Dong*
"That's the pizza, stay there, Jessica."
I took the pizza from the delivery girl, but not before I was sure she had seen the slavegirl kneeling before my couch. Jessica had no idea, she was facing away from us, and we didn't say a word, just a wink and a knowing smile.
I brought the two boxes inside and told Jessica to get up and follow me. I set them on the kitchen table, grabbed a couple plates, and told her to take as much as she wanted.
After we both had our fill, I decided I wanted to play with my new toy some more. "Jessica, lie on your back on the couch, I want to use your face as a seat."
"Yes, Miss Tara."
She obeyed, quick as a bunny. I stood And removed my skirt, then stepped on the couch and squatted over her face, with just a pair of panties between my ass and her face. "Do you like what you see?"
"I do, Miss Tara."
"Good, because you're going to be seeing a lot of it."
With that, I lowered my ass the rest of the way down onto her face. I could feel her nose between my ass cheeks, her warm breath passing through my panties onto my skin. It was heaven.
I wasn't the only one having a good time, I could see a moist spot forming on her panties. I reached into mine with one hand and started to play with myself to make her jealous. With my other hand I pinched one of her nipples as hard as I could and pulled.
"MMMmmph"
"Hush!" I slapped one of her small tits and watched it dance.
I continued playing with myself, then stood up and took off my panties.
"Why am I doing all the work? You're the slave! Get on the floor." I pulled her off the couch and before she even knew what was happening, I was grinding my pussy on her face. I could feel my orgasm building. I felt her tongue brush my clit, and that sent me over the edge.
"You could use some practice, but don't worry, you'll have plenty of chances."
Jessica:
"Go rinse your face off, the bathroom is down the hall on the right."
"Yes, Miss Tara."
I went into the bathroom, grabbed a rag, and ran the water. Oh, God, was I horny after Miss Tara rode my face to orgasm. I caught myself reaching between my legs when I remembered what she said about me masturbating.
After rinsing off, I crawled back into the living room, where Miss Tara was watching a movie I didn't recognize.
"Miss Tara?"
"What is it, slave?" she emphasized the word 'slave.'
"May I please have an orgasm, Mistress?"
"Mistress? I like it. Call me that from now on. And no, I don't think you've earned the privilege of an orgasm yet."
"Yes, Mistress," I said, defeated.
"Hey, now, don't be like that, come here."
I climbed onto the couch, and sat next to her. She put her arm around me and said "We have a little shopping trip, tomorrow, and if you're a good girl, I think you'll be looking at an orgasm tomorrow." I perked up.
"Thank you, Mistress, I'll do my best."
"I know you will, my pet."
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