"Mmmmmm, good," Carla murmured. "Then you won't mind licking them and sucking them while you finish undressing me, will you?"
Once again, Mei-Ling's stomach lurched. But it didn't seem as horrible a request as that Harrison had made of her and she had been able to comply with that. "No, Mistress," she whimpered, "I will lick and suck your tits."
"Begin then," Mei-Ling heard the other woman order. With a choked back sob, the Oriental girl bent her head and set her slim tongue to coursing over the pert little mounds as her fingers set to unbuckling Carla's belt.
While she undid the buttons on the front of Carla's slacks, and her tongue slithered over the swelling mounds of the blonde's tits, Mei-Ling started to wonder just what else Carla was going to require of her. For the first time, she started to wonder if she hadn't been stupid in consenting to become the other woman's slave. What if she wants me to lick other parts of her body? Mei-Ling asked herself. Then she shuddered as she told herself: No, she would not be that cruel.
How do you know? she challenged herself as she opened the front of Carla's slacks and caught hold of them and the other woman's panties. She has a husband to do those things, she replied to herself as she started tugging at the last garments the tall blonde wore.
She has a husband to lick and suck her tits, too, she thought as she worked the slacks and panties over the trim mounds of the other woman's ass and onto her sleek thighs. But she's got you doing those things to her now.
Ohhhh, she told herself as she circled her tongue around one of Carla's extended nipples, brushing the tip against the pebbly areola that surrounded the stiffened nubbin, that's just so I'll understand that she's the boss. She said she was sadistic, not that she was a lesbian. She's not going to want to do anything but spank me, hurt me a little. I'm not going to like it, but I can live with it. I'll have to.
"Suck now," Carla purred as Mei-Ling pulled her clothes below her knees. The saffron-skinned girl obediently opened her lips and took the distended nipple inside, drawing on it as wanton a manner as she could manage.
When Mei-Ling started working her slacks and panties over her feet, Carla reached out one of her long arms and closed her hand against the pliant flesh of the other woman's tit. At the same time, she pressed the other hand against the back of Mei-Ling's head, forcing her to take more of the shapely tit she was sucking into her mouth. "Mmmmmm, that's a good little slave," the aristocratic blonde murmured as she slid her hand down to caress the side of the Oriental girl's face.
Carla was totally naked by then, sitting before the kneeling girl with her knees as far apart as they could go, her entire cunt spread open like half a piece of fruit. As she thought of the simile, Mei-Ling shuddered, hoping that she wasn't going to be made to eat the other woman as she would a piece of fruit.
Actually, it looked as if she wasn't going to be made to day anything more to Carla. The haughty blonde was pushing her mouth off her tit and saying: "Hang up my clothes, Mei-Ling." Grateful for the apparent respite, the Chinese girl hastened to obey.
When she had finished taking care of Carla's clothing, the handcuffed Oriental girl turned to discover that, in the interval, Carla had moved a chair to a point near the chaise lounge. "Come here," the other woman said languidly.
With a wildly beating heart, Mei-Ling obeyed. She will make me lie across her lap now and spank me with her hairbrush, the girl thought. But, while Carla ordered her to stretch out, it was on her back on the chaise. And Carla used the hairbrush as it was intended to be used, to brush her long blonde hair.
"You get horny, don't you, Mei-Ling?" Carla asked, conversationally.
"Ye… yes, Mistress," the other replied, blushing.
"When you do, when you get so horny that you can't stand it, you play with yourself, don't you?" was Carla's next question. Again Mei-Ling blushed as she answered affirmatively.
"What the hell," Carla replied, laughingly. "Why're you so uptight about talking about sex? Why are you blushing just because you've admitted masturbating? Everybody does it. Even people that are married do it to themselves once in a while."
"It… is a subject I'd rather not talk about, Mistress," the girl managed to say.
Carla cocked her head and gave Mei-Ling a quizzical look. "No matter, I guess," she drawled, "since you're going to show me what you do."
"Mistress?" Mei-Ling breathed, hardly daring to credit her hearing. Carla couldn't really expect her to do that, could she?
"Go ahead!" the blonde woman snapped. "Pretend that you're alone and that you're super-horny; do whatever you'd do to bring yourself off."
Mei-Ling stared at her for a moment, wondering if this wasn't some sort of horrible joke. No, she decided, she is serious, she really does expect me to fondle myself while she watches. But, I… Suddenly she realized that he had to do what she'd been told. She had agreed to be this woman's slave; her own desires no longer had any validity. If it amuses her to see me touch myself, I'll have to do it, the distraught girl told herself. And I can't beg her not to make me do it, that will just make her enjoy it more when she forces me to comply with her perverted desires.
"I'm waiting, Mei-Ling," Carla snapped. "I don't want to have to tell you again. After all, you know what the alternative is, if you should change your mind about being a slave."
It was all the reinforcement Mei-Ling needed. With an audible gulp, she lifted her chained hands and placed her palms against the ends of her tits, then commenced to rotating them. Slowly, despite the lack of desire within her, Mei-Ling made her nipples swell and grow until they were large enough for her to catch them in her fingers.
She did so, tweaking them gently as she commenced rubbing her thighs together. Gradually, despite her embarrassment at having to perform such a vile act while the other woman stared at her, Mei-Ling felt the flesh of her pussy start to swell and grow damp. Although she normally would've spent a lot more time playing with her tits, she decided to get the degrading act over with as soon as she could, so she released her tits and slid her hands down over the flat plane of her stomach. While she did so, she planted her feet solidly against the chaise and raised her knees until her heels were against the compact mounds of her ass. Then she swung her knees away from each other as far as they would go, until the tendons that attached her legs to her torso stood out plainly.
She didn't touch her pussy though. Instead, she ran her fingertips up and down her thighs for several moments, barely brushing the heels and sides of her hands against the silky hairs that grew above and round her cunt. Slowly, as she caressed her legs, Mei-Ling managed to forget that Carla was seated almost next to her, watching with amusement as the Chinese girl excited herself.
Mei-Ling's cunt grew hotter and wetter as she continued to tease herself by ignoring the swollen flesh. Finally, however, she could stand tormenting herself no longer. With her middle finger, she traced the beaded surface of her cuntal cleft, rubbing her juices into her hot flesh.
Up and down between the engorged lips of her cunt moved her finger, until her hips commenced to stir on the broad chaise. At that point, she curled her middle finger and brushed the tip of it at her swelling clit. Abruptly the bud blossomed up to its full length and she worked her finger harder and faster against it.
"Nnnnnggghhhh," Mei-Ling moaned as her trim little ass started lifting and falling. Her tits heaved and her thighs quivered as she foraged in her pussy with her fingers, working hard to satisfy herself in the hope that it would be the end of her ordeal once she had satisfied Carla's bizarre tastes.
Her nostrils flared as her excitement grew in spite of herself. As she continued working her fingers in her snatch, the hapless girl knew her hips were lifting and falling in imitation of the coital system. She must think I'm a slut, to be doing this without protesting, she told herself. But I'm just a realist. I know my protests will be ignored, so I comply. I have no choice.