Jill began to regain her composure, as Lori continued to lap away at the pee she had spilled on the floor, Jill could see that Lori was never going to get the pee cleaned up by lapping. "I think you better suck it up honey, the licking just seems to be pushing it around..
"Yes Mam", Lori replied looking up as the urine dribbled from her cheeks and chin. She could see Jill sitting on the chair, slowly rubbing between her cunt lips as she instructed Lori. Lori began to slurp up the pee, suppressing a smile of satisfaction with the effect she was having on Jill. Honey, she thought. She called me honey.
As Lori finished her task, she began to wonder what she should do next. Finally she rose, and emptied the remaining contents of the stainless pan into the toilet then
flushed it. Returning to the dining area, she made a final pass on the hard wood floor, using paper towels. Then dropped back to her knees, and crawled to the chair Jill was resting in.
Continuing to slowly massage he clitoris, Jill extended her feet, holding her left foot on top of her right and brushing Lori's lips.
Lori didn't need any prompting at this point and quickly began sucking Jill's toes. She took Jill's big toe and three of her other toes into her mouth and began to lick and bob here head, letting sucking noises escape as she tried but failed to get her mouth around the remaining toe.
As Jill enjoyed Lori's submission, she began fiddling with the jump rope she had used to tie Lori up. "I wonder what we should do tomorrow", she queried. She caught herself at the end of that statement, wondering whether she should be talking to Lori almost as an equal.
Well fuck it, she thought to herself, I'm in charge, Ill talk to her however I damn well please.
With that she rose, and commanded "heel", as she started turning out lights, and walked in to the bedroom. She grabbed the vibrator from the dresser top, then pushed the bed covers aside, and lay tummy down on the bed, with the vibrator humming away between her legs. As Lori knelt at the side of the bed, Jill matter of factly said, "You may serve my ass now, darling."
Lori wasn't exactly sure what serving Jill's ass meant, but figured licking was a good place to start as she scrambled onto he bed, and began lapping and kissing Jill's smooth feminine ass.
As Jill began to approach orgasm, she pressed the vibrator hard against herself. Saying to Lori. "Ohh, stick your tongue into me honey"
Lori started tonguing Jill's rear hole, working her tongue in, then letting Jill's anal sphincter force it out, before working it in again. Jill was asleep within minutes after she came.
Lori lay with her tongue in Jill's ass, her sleeping mistress breathing in deep sighs.
After a while Lori let her tongue slip out, laying with her head resting on Jill's rear end. She felt so pretty as she laid there, and yet she was tormented in her satisfaction. She had just had her tongue in this women's rear end. For God's sake she thought, she just peed in my mouth, and I drank it, then she let me suck her foot as a reward. Why do I feel so pretty? Why do I feel so wanted? How is it that a bank examiner, a women who strikes fear into rich powerful people, is humbled by a teller?
Lori nestled her head against Jill's ass, wrapped her arms around her hips, and drifted of to sleep.
Lori awoke laying by Jill's hips. Jill who was lying on her back now gently petting Lori's head, gripped her hair and pulling Lori's face between her legs. Lori began lapping immediately, a feeling of joy that Jill still wanted her in the morning.
"Oh, don't lick honey, just open your mouth, I have to pee."
"Shit, Lori thought, she's going to do it to me again." Lori wanted to pull away, while at the same thinking about Jill just calling her honey. She had stopped licking.
"Oh, please, I really have to go now!"
Lori slowly brought her open mouth against Jill's vulva.
"Your so sweet honey", Jill sighed as she relaxed her pubic muscles, and let her stream begin flowing into Lori's waiting mouth.
As Lori felt the warm stream against the back of her throat , the strong taste and scent of Jill's morning pee began to fill Loris mouth. As she tried to swallow, she was overtaken by a strong gag reflex, and then accidentally breathed in, choking and gasping for air, she sprayed her mouthful of pee all over Jill and the bed.
Jill still holding Lori by her hair, struggled for control, her stream splattering against Lori's face, then tricking to a stop.
Jill was about to apologize, when Lori gasped out. I'm sorry, I am so sorry. I just breathed wrong, I won't do it again. Please, ... please finish.
Jill slowly pulled Lori's head back against her, and peed into Lori's gulping mouth.
As the sense of relief Jill experienced from emptying her bladder passed, she drew Lori up even with her, and kissed her fully and deeply. "You're the best", She said as they snuggled.
As Jill and Lori showered together, Jill persuaded Lori to go on a winter hike with her. Lori wasn't very receptive to cold weather walking, and all she had with her was business attire. Jill assured her that she had plenty of extra warm clothes so Lori said "alright, lets do it".
Jill was rounding up suitable clothing , while Lori began fixing up a stick to your ribs breakfast. As the scent of sausage, eggs, and chopped and spiced baby potatoes, began to fill the kitchen, there was a knock at the door. Lori pulled the door open. A look of surprise crossed the face of the Buxom brunette standing at the door.
Ahuh, is Jill here?
Sure, I'll run get her.
As Jill came to the door, her dark complexion literally went dead white.
Marge! Um Ahah ,Come in. Marge, this is Lori Dubrowski, Lori, Marge Reynolds. About this time the smoke alarm started going off, and Lori made a dash for the kitchen pulling some rather well done sausage off the burner, as Marge and Jill looked at each other with dumfounded expressions.
Lori's heart began to sink as she watched the two from the kitchen. This was not just an old friend, that was quit apparent. Jill and Marge seemed to be at a loss for words, just standing there. Lori, barely avoiding panic figured she better give them some space.
Maybe I'll run out and get a morning paper, Lori blurted out, picking up her purse. Too flustered to even think of grabbing her coat, she started to slip out the door. Jill was still tongue tied, as Lori screeched to a halt.
"Ah, Jill. There's someone standing out here, Lori stammered as she stepped back leaving the door wide open.
"She's with me, Marge croaked. I wasn't expecting you to be with anyone."
Jill walked over to the door. Standing in the hall was a voluptuous slightly tall oriental girl, with long soft looking jet black hair, and bangs straight cut just above her eyebrows. She wore a white knit dress that clang to her body like shrink wrap, and a dog collar that must have been two inches wide, with a leash on it.
I think you better come inside, Jill finally said. Lori you two.
The oriental walked demurely into the room, eyes on the floor. Lori followed showing a mixture of fear and anger.
"Let's just all have breakfast, and get this straightened out", said Jill having regained her composure.
I'll heat up some of that left over lasagna in the micro wave, responded Lori realizing she wasn't necessarily out of the game yet.
"Nice collar", said Jill as she directed her surprise guests toward the table.
"Kimi doesn't get to set at the table", Marge stated. Glancing more at Lori than at Jill, trying to gauge how much Lori knew.
As Marge set down, Kimi dropped to her knees on the floor beside Marge.
"Are you two in an ah exclusive relationship", Questioned Marge looking toward Jill.
I don' know, we're just getting to know one another. But Yah, I kind of hope so.
Does she know, um how you are?
Yes.
A look of relief started to soften Marge's face. "I just wanted us to be friends again. We were always struggling for control, I thought, I, brought Kimi as a piece offering."
Jill's eyes were relishing the thin oriental.
Is Lori a bottom?
Yes.
At this point Marge was beginning to relax, and Jill was gaining confidence. Lori was still struggling to see were she was going to fit in to this, as she brought out the reheated Lasagna.
Lori watched Kimi in her peripheral vision, trying not to be too obvious. She wans't sure whether she was in competition with Kimi, or Marge, but by George she wasn't going to give up easily. Slowly she sank to her knees beside Jill.
Marge began to get a broad smile. I think maybe we've both learned a few things since we were together. Lori and Kimi both remained kneeling and staring at the floor.
Marge ladled some Lasagna into a plate, and placed it on the floor by Kimi. Kimi looked at the plate, but did not move. Finally Marge said, "OK", and Kimi bent down and started to eat from the plate, using her mouth only.
Jill took Lori's plate, filled it, and placed it on the floor. Her adrenaline was flowing, she could hear her heart beating. She did not want to loose Lori by freaking her out, but she was so tantalized by what was happening.
Lori slowly lowered her face to the plate and started eating. Her hands remained behind her, just like Kimi's.
"Does she do any tricks, Jill?"
"I'm not sure what you mean."
Marge looked over at Kimi, who had stopped eating and was looking upward her face covered with Lasagna. Lori stopped and looked up, her face equally smeard with red sause.
"Kimi"
"Yes, Miss"
"Go clean Lori's face."
Kimi dropped to all fours, and crawled over to Lori. She could feel the tension, she was hoping that Lori wasn't going to harm her. Carefully she rose to her knees and bent her face to Lori's.
Lori didn't move, her eyes on Jill, as Kimi began to slowly and carefully lick Lori's face. As Lori remained with her eyes on Jill, Kimi had to drop to all fours and move around her to reach all of Lori's face.
Kimi sat back on her heels, looking into Lori's eyes. Jill glanced at Lori, with a subtle nod. Lori leaned over and started licking Kimi's face, trying to be as careful and gentle as Kimi had been. As she licked, some of her fear began to melt away.
Kimi was drop dead georguous. Lori's fear was changing from loosing Jill, to Jill noticing how turned on she was as she slowly lapped at Kimi's face.
Marge glanced at Jill, then back at Kimi. "Kimi!, strip"
Kimi reached down to the bottom edge of her soft knit dress, and pulled it up and over her head. She wore nothing underneath. She had no tan lines. She was pale brown from toe to scalp line. Her breasts were narrow at the base, and slightly separated, but kind of juted out, her areolas large but almost undectecable except by texture, the color so closely matched her skin tone. Her hips were wide, but her legs were thin leaving a kind of gap between her thighs.
"Get the whip" Marge commanded.
Kimi, rose and walked to the bag she had carried in with her, removing a small dog whip about two feet long that was curled up in the bag. Jill and Lori were both staring at her gorgeous ass. Her cheeks were like a teenager's, riding high on her rear end, not creeping down her thigh as they do on slightly older women.
Lori swallowed hard. If this was a beauty contest, she was in trouble.
Kimi handed the whip to Marge, and dropped back down to her knees. Marge placed the tip on one of Kimi's nipples, and gave it a quick flick. Even that small motion made a swick pop sort of a sound. Jill and Lori both flinched, Kimi barely moved, but a single tear began to run down one of her cheek.
Stand Marge commanded, then made a circling motion with her finger. Kimi stood up, turned, spread her legs, and bent over placing her hands flat on the ground. Lori just stared, knowing she couldn't do that if she wanted to.
"Where did you find her", Jill asked with a look of amazement on her face.
Marge gently caressed Kimi's ass with the short whip, "She's was the drawing coordinator at the the piping contractor for the new brewery in Dunkin. I met her when I did their HVAC design. Her job was ending, and her green card was about to expire. I'd been thinking of hiring a sort of a draftsperson / secretary, so I hired her.
She's really good, but she gets a little uppity if I don't keep her in line. Marge struck Kimi's ass hard as she said line. Thank you miss, Kimi responded, as a red welt appeared on her rear.
What about this little peace of action?
"Lori's a bank auditor, we met at the bank."
"Really, a submissive bank auditor. She's cute. Can I have a look at her"
"Sure"
Marge rose from her chair, walking over to Lori. Reaching down she opend Lori's mouth, as she looked at her tongue, then peeled her lips back to look at her teeth. Then she took her by the hair and made her stand.
Marge was as tall as Jill, thinner, but far more muscular. "Strip" she said.
No please. No honey.
As Lori started unsnapping and dropping clothes, Marge walked in circles around her like a drill sergeant. Reaching out to cup a breast here, squeeze a cheek, stroke a thigh.
As Marge examined the message Jill had made Lori write on her tummy that first night, she laughed, "The penmanship is kind of sloppy, but I like the message."
"Do you see that nasty welt on Kimi's hiney? You just crawl over there and see if you can sooth Kimi's poor ass while Jill and I talk"
Lori slowly dropped back to her hands and knees crawling over to Kimi, then began licking the red mark on her perky little rear end. She listend closely.
"I was hoping we could kind of pick up were we left off. I was going to share Kimi with you. There's no reason we can't share them both."
"Marge, all we did was fight"
"I think we each wanted the other to be what those two are. I need that, so do you. Well we can have that. I've had Kimi for two months and its great, but I still want a lover who is an equal, I still want you."
Jill just sat there, not smilling, not frowning, just letting the wheels turn.
Lori had stopped licking Kimi's ass. She just froze with her face against her. She never had anyone like Jill before, and now this bitch was trying to steal her away.
Marge continued. "You can quit that stupid bank job. I can support you easy, her two. Shit if she's an auditer she can do books and accounting, I hire it out now.
I'll put her to work, and you can keep her"
Jill's mind was whirling. Sunday, Lori would leave. She hated the job at the bank. She liked being made love to by Marge, when she was being romatic. . She could almost have an orgasm just looking at Kimi. She looked at Lori, kneeling with her face against Kimi's ass. Kimi still bent over, her face red from holding that position so long.
She thought about when they broke up. Marge was like a protector, she made the decisions. She wanted control, she was stronger and she took it.
Jill mustered all her resolve, "No, I can't"
"Jill, what's it going to take?"
"You can stay if Lori says you can, I've never had what I have with her before. I won't let it go. Not I if I can help it.
Marge just shook her head, and got up. "Come on Kimi, lets go."
Kimi reached for a chair, slowly pulled herself upright, then sat down on the chair.
"I want to stay. I do what ever Lori wants. You don't love anybody, you go."
Marge quickly grabbed Kimi's hair. Jill stood up. "Let her go! I'll have the police her before you get to the street."
"Shit", Marge said shaking her head, and walked out the door, shoving Lori aside as she pushed past.
Lori recovered, and scrambled out of the way ending up by the old stuffed chair. She leaned back, in shock by what had just happened. Kimi slipped of f of or the chair, and lay prostrate on the floor.
"Please, I'm not threat. I'll be slave for Lori. Please do not make me go."
Lori's mouth dropped open, as her eyes widened in surprise. Here thoughts rushing, Jill just chose me over Marge, now Kimi wants to be my slave. How can I have a slave and still be Jill's?
Kimi dropped to the floor and crawled to Lori and started licking her foot.
Jill slipped off her jeans and panties, walked over and pulled Lori's face between her legs. I think we can make it work honey.
******************************************************* Comments on the writing or the psychology of the story may be sent to Vickie_aug@hotmail.com
About the author: I'm a fifty year old male to female transsexual, early in transition. I'm happily married to a very understanding women. I'm not looking for Love. However I am interested in the technique of good writing, and the ways and whys of how folks of various orientations and tastes feel sexually. If you share those interests, or have comments on my stories, you are invited to drop me a line.