CHAPTER ONE
It felt good to be home again.
Myra Davenport sank back against the sofa in the game room of her palatial New England
home, nursing a glass of brandy as she watched her slave get a fire going in the hearth.
The trip back from London had been an exhausting one, but seeing Amber move gracefully
about the room kept her alert. That curvaceous figure was showcased nicely in a taupe
blouse and black slacks she had specifically chosen for the return home. Long, dark hair
was swept back from an adorable face that would occasionally look in her direction and
smile, a smile she would return each time. Her slave stretched forward to light the fire,
the blouse riding up slightly to reveal a thin ribbon of bare skin.
The woman is thoroughly edible, Myra thought with the mental equivalent of a sigh. She
took a long, slow, sip of brandy and was pleased to feel herself relaxing after the long
flight back to Massachusetts. The time she and her slave had spent with Lady Carrington
had been truly magical, and while she missed the elder mistress terribly Myra was looking
forward to sleeping in her own bed ... and sharing that bed with the woman coming toward
her.
Myra pressed her lips into a tight smile as her slave knelt down in front of her and
tenderly kissed her bare feet, that hot, wet tongue making tiny circles against the skin.
The loving touch sent waves of pleasure flowing over her and Myra couldn`t help the
contented sigh that escaped her lips. "Mmmm ... such an attentive slave."
Hands parted her legs and Myra found her slave nestled between them, a head buried in her
lap, nuzzling her. She took Amber`s chin in hand and tilted her slave`s head upward so
she could stare into those gorgeous eyes. The dark pools revealed so much and Myra lost
herself in that gaze, heart pounding frantically in her chest. She bent down and captured
Amber`s mouth with her own, tongue gliding over parted lips. Her slave moaned softly.
"Oh ... Mistress."
Myra heard the need in the other woman`s voice ... the desire ... and whimpered softly.
She could have gone to bed and slept for a week, yet the hunger in her slave`s voice slew
her fatigue like a stake through the heart of a vampire. Her defenses were down ... her
resolve just a myth ... in the presence of her slave she was powerless to resist her own
passions.
"Take me, little one. Take me..." Myra sighed as Amber unbuttoned her blouse
and slid a hand inside to cup a breast, the pad of a well-placed thumb stroking the nipple
to stiff erection. She took a sip of brandy and closed her eyes, giving in to her slave`s
touch. Lips, soft and wet, gently took her rock hard nipple and sucked it lovingly ...
even reverently, moving from one breast to the other to ensure neither was denied the
attentions of that hungry mouth.
The kisses began moving down her belly, a feather`s touch against her skin, and Myra
squirmed anxiously on the sofa, muttering wordless as her slave inched closer and closer
to the searing heat between her legs. Nimble fingers unsnapped her trousers and slid
inside, raking across the hair that covered her mound, pulling it, twisting it lightly,
just enough to drive her crazy with desire.
"Yes ... yes ... touch me, slave." Myra gasped softly as her slave`s finger
rubbed against her slit, not yet going in, just caressing her, moving up and down the
length of her cleft, teasing her clit, slow gentle strokes that left her whimpering for
more. Her slave obliged, slipping a finger into her cunt and wiggling it until she was
moaning loudly, hips rising off the sofa to match each stroke. Then Amber added a second
finger, plunging deep in to her pussy with long, hard thrusts. Myra cried out, bucking
against her slave`s fingers to drive them even further into her hot, wet cunt. But she
wanted more ... so much more. She cupped the back of Amber`s head and roughly pushed the
other woman`s face into her crotch, making it clear what she wanted ... and that she
wanted it now. Her slave`s tongue replaced the fingers in her pussy, lapping frantically
between at her cuntlips. Myra bounced on the sofa, her deep; gut-wrenching moans a
testament to the skill of her slave`s eager mouth. She lifted her hips to every tortuous
stroke of the other woman`s tongue, gyrating with need. Amber lovingly kissed her swollen
clit and Myra cried out softly, desperately, craving the release only her slave could
provide. Then the lips that had kissed her throbbing clit closed around it, sucking it
... hard. The deep ache in Myra`s belly blossomed like a fireball, exploding within her,
warming her from the inside out. Her skin felt like it was engulfed in flame and her head
filled with light, then the room was spinning around her ... spinning out of control ...
and in the center of it all was her slave`s mouth devouring her cunt.
Myra stroked the head resting in her lap, hearing the little purr of contentment from her
slave uttered and loving it. She lifted the other woman`s head and kissed that sweet
mouth, tasting the pleasure her slave found so delicious.
"Undress for me, little one. Let me see how lovely you are."
Amber rose to stand in front of her and slowly removed the blouse that kept those
delectable breasts hidden from Myra`s hungry eyes and mouth, undoing each button her
watchful eye. The sight of the luscious mounds now bared had Myra drooling like a toddler
and she took a sip of brandy to calm her tattered nerves. Her slave stared back at her,
longing in those eyes, as the trousers were pushed over rounded hips to reveal the shaved
cunt within and the metal clip that kept the outer lips sealed. Myra grunted in hunger.
"Is this growing uncomfortable, little one?" Myra asked, brushing her fingers
over the cold metal of the clip. Her slave began to tremble.
"N – no, Mistress," Amber stammered.
"Shall I leave it on you, then?" Myra lightly pulled on the clip, making Amber
squirm.
"Mistress ... please."
Myra cocked an eyebrow in surprise. "Please?"
"Take it off ... put your fingers in me."
"You are bold this evening," Myra said.
Amber looked sullen. "The Mistress dares me at times."
"Is that so?" Myra asked, incredulous. "And you, slave, dare me to punish
you."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Assume the position."
Myra sipped brandy while she watched her slave bend forward with hands on her knees for
support. The look of anticipation on that face made her shudder. Downing the rest of her
drink, Myra set her glass on the coffee table and moved to stand behind her daring slave.
That tight little bottom was thrust back, begging for her touch. She admired it as she
took off her belt. It was braided canvas, not leather, which she would have preferred,
but it would do the job well enough. She folded it in half, making it that much deadlier,
and snapped it once to give her slave a moment to prepare before bringing the belt down
hard on that tight ass.
"Oh!"
"That`s one," Myra said. She brought the belt down again ... then again, the
crisp sound of canvas smacking flesh mixing with her slave`s little whimpers. It took a
few more lashes before those buttocks began to redden and Myra couldn`t imagine a more
beautiful sight that Amber`s bottom pink and tender from her attentions. The belt landed
over and over again, pounding out a steady rhythm until her slave`s rear end was beet-red
and glowing like a beacon. She ran her hands over that sensitive flesh, delighting in her
handiwork.
"Still want that clip removed? Tell me the truth."
"Yes, Mistress."
"Pity."
Myra delivered a fresh batch of hard smacks with the belt, lashing that ass without
mercy. Her slave yelped under the assault but did not falter, taking all she dished out.
The belt landed again ... then again, coming down so hard now it was leaving marks in the
skin. She administered several more sharp, stinging blow then, satisfied for the moment,
sat back down on the sofa. Amber kneeled before her, humbled.
"Thank you, Mistress," Amber said.
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