Sandra turned around the moment I walked back in leading the naked Paige behind me on her leash. As she turned from the kitchen her long red hair twirled around to reveal her freckle covered face and sparkling green eyes. For a moment she looks at you, before her eyes move downwards towards Paige. Paige, having figured out without begin told that this was Sandra, my girlfriend, gently backed up and crawled behind my leg, looking fearful as she brushed her naked side against me like a real dog might. Sandra wordlessly approaches, eyes not moving away from Paige for a moment. At the moment she is wearing a pink sweater, and some grey pants, with some running shoes and socks on her feet. By comparison, the naked curly brunette looks meek, with nothing on save for the leash and collar around her neck.
Yet despite this something clearly seems a little bit off about Sandra's demeanor, her breath being a bit to raggedy, and her body being a bit too twitchy. It's almost like she is nervous about something. “Hey there Paige...” She mutters as her breath begins to get heavy, her hands starting to wriggle suddenly. She seems extremely nervous for some reason, despite the fact that it is she not Paige who is wearing clothes and is standing tall. Curiously I unclip the leash from around Paige's neck, letting her do as she pleases. This situation is getting stranger then I can imagine. Clearly something is up, based on Sandra's suddenly very odd demeanor, from the moment she saw my live in slave.
Curious, and with her ocean blue eyes widened, Paige approaches Sandra, walking right next to her. “Are you alright, madam Sandra?” she says softly in her gentle voice, looking anxiously at my nearly hyperventilating girlfriend. The two are almost the same height, though Paige is slightly taller. As if suddenly even more disconfortable with standing right next to Paige. Her knees shake against one another, and her breath gets larger and larger by the second, her prominent chest jutting out more and more by the second. For a moment her mouth tries to speak, before she thinks better of it. Paige just looks down at the redhead, confused by her strange behavior.
For a moment Sandra stands still. Then she slowly kicks off her shoes, not bringing her jade green eyes away from Paige. But then slowly though Sanda starts to lower herself, till she falls to her knees in front of the confused slave. Paige tilts her head to the side, curious as to why this woman has started kneeling in front of her. “Sandra...?” she asks, curiously looking down on the woman. To say I am also on the edge of my seat as far as what is going on is an understatement. But on the other hand I am unwilling to intervene in these proceedings just yet
Slowly She goes even lower, bringing her torso lower so that she can remain with her head right above my slave's bear feet. Her ass goes upward into the air slowly, in a position of total submission at the slave girl's feet. “I....I wanted to meet you for so long.....Mistress.” She finally explained, speaking in a breathy moan, her face pressing against the girl's feet as the submissive bow grows ever deeper and deeper.
For a moment the naked girls stands in abject confusion. Her master's girlfriend just dropped to her knees and started referring to the girl as her mistress.“Huh?” Paige finally uttered, her eyes wide with confusion, and comprehension failure. “How am I your mistress?”She finally asks in her soft, small voice, confused as to why someone would ever refer to her by a term of submission. She was naked and wearing a collar for the lord's skae, she was no one's misstress.
“You....You have to be. I need it." Sandra dreamily replied in a breathless pant, her chest still filling and shrinking quickley. for a moment her tounge stuck out of her mouth, and gave Paige's foot a soft lick, earning a small eep out of Paige. "After Martin told me about you mistress, at first I was conflicted. I...I'm definatly in love with him, so at first I was really confused, and didn't quite know what to think." her head went down and briefly nuzzled the girl's feet for a moment before she continued, her breath still raggedy and filled with lustful pants. "But the more I started to think about it, the more I realized, you were the answer to all of my prayers. I've wanted to learn how to be a good slave for so long now. Ever since I was a little girl watching my mother dressed from head to toe as a puppy on her knees in front of my father." As she speaks in her aroused apnts, her hands retreat backwards a bit, one moving towards her sweater covered nipple and begining to soflty rub it through the cloth, making her groan softly, while the other hand continues moving further down." It's....It's just I've always needed someone to guide me. And then I heard about you Mistress. Not just an experienced slave, but one who has served Martin and knows how he runs his life. I need you to take control of me.” As she finnished her explenation, her finger softly ran over her npple, every rotation making her softly shudder more. That is until her hand reaches her covered pussy, and softly rubs at with two fingers as she remains bowed. Her face is bright red in a nervous and aroused blush, and every few seconds or so a moan or goran escapes from her lips as she continues to softly lick at the brunette's feet.
As my girlfriend explains her reasonings for throwing ehrself at my slave's feet, everything begins to click together in my head, and also partially in my's slave's head.“But what about your mother?" Paige asks, her soft voice growing ever so slightly more confident, as the confusion disapeers. I even catch her straightening her back slightly where she stands. "Couldn't she teach you how to be a slave?”
“My mother would never be able to really teach me like you would, mistress." She pants lustfully between licks, her body begining to shudder at her own touch. "She couldn;t ever bring herself to hurt or humiliate me. To punish me when I've been a bad slave." Her ass softly wiggles in the air as she playes with herself, her body getting more hot and bothered by the second. The look of contentment in her emeralnd eyes tells of longtime fantasies of submission that are being fufiled with each lick on the girl's feet.
Paige just continues to eye the girl, the gears of her mind visibly working as she watches my shuddering girlfriend. Finally though it's time I speak up. Just a minute ago Sandra had admitted to wanting to serve as my slave. And while as evidenced by the fact that I am okay with kepping page, I do not mind a D/s relationship, this still comes as a surprise coming from the usualy confident Sandra.“You want to be my slave?”
Finally her eyes train away from Piage's feet, her freckled face giving me a soft smile. But her hands wowever do not stop their needy movements, continuing to play with her sensetive nipple and slit through her clothing.“Maybe in time Martin," She explains, giving me the confident wink she always gives, as if to make sure to tell me that this changes nothing about how she feels about me. "But I'm not ready to be your slave just yet." She says her head moving back into positioon licking at the girl's feet. her breath slowly returns to needy pants as she continues to pay homage to the still confused slave. "It's why I'm putting myself at your feet mistress," She pants out, directing her adress back at Paige. Her body gives another small shudder as she gives her nipple a soft pinch. "I want you to teach me to serve properly, by taking me as a slave, and showing me how to be a proper slave like you already know how to be mistress. Until I am ready I will serve at your feet and only your feet.” As she finnishes, Sandra let's out a whimper that sounds almost like a purring kitten, obviously very content in her current location at Paige's feet.
“But I'm just a slave girl." Paige replies back, fairly half heartedly. The expression on her face said to him that she was indeed softening to the idea. Though Sandra might not know, as she had not risked a glance to the girl's face since she had fallen to her knees. As my eyes scan Paige though, I notice something intiresting. Her slit is startig to glisten a little bit. Maybe she has a bit more domme in her then she realizes, or at least she can sympathize a little bit with the masturbating girl, who's body was starting to shudder more and more by the second, likely still plenty far off from an orgasam, but still getting more and more aroused by the milisecond. "I've never owned anyone before. Much less my master's girlfriend. Can I really do this?” Paige asks herself, very clearly unsure about this whole situation. Her breasts too begin to ehave, as her breath becomes sharply louder and more needy. Though curiously, at the same time, Sandra's probing fingers finally calm down from their explorations of her lust bound body.
But her hands do not rest in place for very long. Rather then returning to the side, they isntead move towards the bottom of her shirt, getting a firm grip on it before starting to pull upwards.“That's why it has to be you who collars me mistress, so you can show me how to submit properly.”She explains as the shirt slowly rises on her body, first exposing the pale skin of her naval. She continued to pull it up further, revealing the white cotton bra she was using to support her D-cup breasts. From the small glance I get at the bra's front while she squirms to get the top off, I can see the faint outline of her arousal hardened nipple poking at the front of the bra. Finally she outright pulled the pink sweater over her head, and tossed it to the side, stopping her tounge's exploration of the girls feet only for a moment as the sweater moves above her face. Then her hands, having now removed her top move down to the waistline of her pants.
While Sandra begins to undress, Piage continues to keep her gaze on the soft curves of her body, especialy looking at Sandra's ass. While she is obviously not a lesbian, I do reall having heard Paige mention the fact taht she has enjoyed quite a few girl on girl scenes before. Thus it comes as not a huge surprise as one of her hands softly draws towards her moistened pussy for a moment before straying away once more. "What are you doing?" SHe asks, this time a small tinge of sharpness in her tiny voice as she starts to get the ahng on being the one with the girl kneeling at her feet rather then the other way around. Meanwhile Sandra had gripped at the top of her panties, and began to pull them back, revealing the white panties covering her curvacious ass as she pulled them down.
Pulling them all the way down, her elgs kick out, removing the pants from her body in order to reveal her well toned legs. As her feet move, her ass shakes slightly, giving me a view of the underside of her panties for one moment. Like I had expected, the front if covered in a dark, wet spot, from her leaking juices. All the while, her face refuses to disatach themselves from Paige's feet, licking at them as though she were going down on her cunt, rather then simply paying homage to her feet.“It's improper for a slave to remain decent at the feet of her bare Mistress.”She pants back in response, her eyes slightly galzing over with unchained lust. Her feet meanwhile move together kicking off her white socks, one after the other.
Sandra's hands then move towards the strap of her bra, lightly toying with the hook in preperation to remove it. Her body shudders more still, clearly thinking of being on equel footing to the woman who she is in the process of submitting to. Paige meanwhile manages to tear her eyes away for a moment, looking back at me with wide and rather curious looking eyes, as though she were asking if she could have a special treat from me. “Am I even allowed to have a slave that Isn't also yours, Master?" She asks, curious as to what the rules for such a thing would be. "You own everything I own, right?”As she asks, the strap of the bra becomes undone, freeing Sandra's heaving breasts from the restrictive cloth. her hands bats the bra away as she listens eagerly for my response, probabily hopping for me to give Piage the okay on taking her as a slave.
For a moment I consider this. As Paige's Master, I do indeed own everything she wons. It was what we agreed to when she first entered my service. But Sandra had said that she didn't want to be my slave yet. Letting Paige have a slave, and not being order around this slave for myself might be a bit troubling. I take another glance at Sandra, who has turned ehr ehad towards me and is nuzzling Paige's feet. Her hands meanwhile are pulling down her panties. Exposing her lower holes to the girl. This is my girlfriend. Telling her she can;t have this would crush her heart. And while this may sting a bit, maybe there could be some benefits to this too. It might even convinve Paige to start looking for a real master again.“Well I guess this could serve as the exception." I finally say, stroking my chin and watching as her hand grabs up her panties from around her ankles and tosses them away from her. Now she was just as naked as Paige, with the only exception being the collar. "If Sandra she really wants to be only yours, and not mine, then I suppose I'm okay with it. Though would she even still be my girlfriend?” I ask, the question obviously more directed at Sandra then Paige.
“Of course Martin, I love you." She says gently, in the voice she normally uses when we are alone together." We can still go to the moves, and have dates and everything. It's just that I'll be wearing a collar around my neck showing I am Mistress's toy, until she decides I am worthy of serving a master.”She nods towards me, gathering a smile from my face. I wouldn't want to lose waht we have together even if it means letting Sanda achive this. It's a bit selfish, but sometimes you have to think about yourself.
Finally, Sandra's curvy, naked, body began to rise back to her knees. Her eager face was only a few inches at most from Paige's hot slit. The redhead's breath was heavy as it tickled Paige's most sensetive region. Her leg's spread slightly so as to make her hairless slit visible to Paige if she were to take a look down. Her slender fingers returned to her visibly cunt, slightly teasing it and playing with it as she needily scanned Paige's privates, a fire of need burning in her eyes. “Please Mistress Paige?" She asked in a sultry pur, "Won't you let me serve at your feet?” Her eyes sparkled a bit, wiating for the girl's response.
Paige just stood frozen in curiousity and thought while Sandra returned to to her knees, now naked as the day she was born. Ultimatly though Sandra's logic is correct, and having herself free of clothes makes her seem more subserviant to her possible future Mistress. After a moment or so of hesitation, she reached out with one or her hands, giving Sandra's blushing cheek a soft rub, eliciting a purr from my kneeling girlfriend. her other hand slowly reached out, and gave Sandra's left nipple a soft rub. This illected a quiet groan as Sandra's eyes closed in ecstacy for a brief moment. Then finally the curly haired brunnete turned back to me. "May I, master?" She asked in her soft voice, though a hint of determination showing through her bovious nervousness.
Should I say yes?
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