Chapter 36: A Weekend at Gretchen’s (Sunday)

Gretchen could hear quiet voices and as an errant ray of sun peeked through a gap in the drapes, she decided that morning must have arrived, although no one seemed in a rush to get up. She kept her eyes closed and tried to settle back into sleep, but she was also curious to hear what was being discussed by Nina and Jill.

The two women were lying on their sides, facing each other, quietly talking about the events of the previous evening and idly touching each other with gentle caresses. Nina was asking Jill how she felt about what had transpired.

“I’m not sure. I really did like all the sex and I guess I’m now hooked on eating pussy. If it can be that good all the time, then I know I want to do it a lot more?”

“Then what aren’t you sure about? Did you not like eating me, or was it Gretchen?”

“I think you’re teasing me.” Nina was surprised when Jill lightly slid her fingertips all the way down her belly and into her folds. The fingers were questing for her clit as Jill continued. “I liked having both pussies to play with and to eat. When we did that daisy chain I thought I was in heaven. It was like I was eating my own puss, ‘cause every time I moved my tongue I could feel a tongue moving in mine.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.” Nina’s statement trailed off as she moaned and said, “Yeah, right there. Just soft, just like that.” She reached out to tweak one of Jill’s nipples, pulling it toward her and rolling it around. She leaned over to kiss the young girl as she felt a finger slide into her depths while a thumb lightly skated across her clitoris.

As the kiss ended Jill smiled at Nina. “It’s not the sex. I’m not sure about all the slave stuff. Being ordered around, or being punished, not being allowed to come even when somebody is rubbing my clittie. I don’t know if I could do that.”

“Well, slavery isn’t for everyone. There’s a lot of sex that goes with it and that’s really nice. However, not all of that sex is going to be consensual. Sometimes you’re just told to present yourself to someone, or to go up to someone and give them an orgasm. Or sometimes you get brought right to the edge, over and over again, but you’re not allowed to come. A slave’s life is to give pleasure, not necessarily to get it.” Her breath caught as Jill squeezed her clit. “And right now you’re giving and you’d better not stop.”

Jill giggled a little as she realized the effect she was having on Nina. “How did you get into this? How did you end up as a slave?”

Nina grinned at her. “Well, that was my own fault. I kind of volunteered. I gave Gretchen control over my sexuality and promised to be her complete slave whenever I was in her gym. It has grown a little from there, because my husband has started to exert some control over me, including making me be Gretchen’s full-time slave whenever he’s away on business.”

“Wow! You’re married? So you’re not gay? You actually have sex with men?”

“Well, with one man. I have given a few blowjobs to other men, but I’ve never fucked any other man since I’ve been married. And to answer your other question—no, I’m not gay. I have discovered that I’m apparently pretty good at eating pussy, but I’m not gay.” She lifted her upper leg a little. “And since you’ve discovered that you like eating pussy, how about putting your tongue where your fingers are and finishing me in a good way.”

Gretchen grinned to herself and rolled onto her side, snuggling back up against her favourite slave. In Nina’s ear she said, “What makes you think you should be the one to come, slut? Do you think you’ve earned it?” As she spoke she slid a hand along Nina’s flank and around to her rear. As Jill’s tongue started licking over her clit, two of Gretchen’s fingers slid into Nina’s depths and began a rhythm that made Nina moan loudly. She reached out to pull Jill’s head in tightly to her groin.

“Oh, Mistress. I don’t know if I can stop. I’m very close. May I please come, Mistress?”

Gretchen put her other arm under Nina and pulled her in tight, then grabbed a breast in her hand. As she started squeezing the nipple very harshly she murmured in Nina’s ear. “Is she really going to make you come? Is her tongue really that good?” She rolled the captive nipple in her fingers. “Want a little pain to go with that? Is that going to help you come?”

Nina moaned again and her breathing started getting very ragged. Gretchen could tell that she was very close to an orgasm, so she said, “Go ahead, little one. Enjoy it. You were the one that brought this little virgin for us to play with, so you deserve a little fun.”

Just at that moment Jill sucked Nina’s clit between her lips and squeezed it tightly. As she beat its tip with her tongue, Nina went over the edge and her legs clamped Jill’s head in place. Her hands tangled in Jill’s hair, pulling her head in even tighter to her pussy. To her credit, Jill kept licking and Nina’s orgasm got stretched out. Gretchen could feel Nina’s internal muscles squeezing her fingers and she pushed them as deep as she could, trying to lift Nina’s orgasm to a higher peak.

Nina felt like every muscle in her body was clenching tightly in reaction to what Jill and Gretchen were doing to her. She could feel Jill’s tongue and lips on her clit and Gretchen’s fingers deep inside her. Being ravaged by two women sent her mind into a white noise of electrical impulses that went on and on. The orgasmic tremors seemed to wash over her and then rebound to slam into her once more, like waves crashing into a seawall and falling back in a cloud of spray.

Finally, the stimulation simply got the better of her and she slumped into Gretchen’s arms, loosening her hold on Jill’s head, her legs falling open to release Jill from their grasp. She sucked in a great lungful of air, her hands weakly caressing Jill’s head and fluffing her hair. Gretchen gave her nipple one more tweak and slowly slid her fingers out of Nina’s depths. Nina felt the fingers move slightly and she realized that Gretchen was giving them to Jill to suck clean.

She didn’t think she even had the strength to lift herself up, but Gretchen took away the chance for her to lay back and go to sleep once more. “If you two sluts are finished playing with each other and disturbing my sleep, it’s time to get breakfast on the go and then to clean up this mess you’ve made of my living room.”

As she stood she was both pleased and surprised to hear Nina and Jill chorus, “Yes, Mistress,” in perfect unison. The giggles that followed told her that both of these beautiful creatures had enjoyed the events of the previous evening and this morning and that even Gretchen’s growls wouldn’t likely deter them from trying to have some fun during this last day of the weekend.

Gretchen started the coffee machine and told the other two what to make for breakfast. “Slavery isn’t just about sex. It’s also about whatever your Mistress needs done at any point in time. If you’re in my house then you are responsible for any work I choose to have you do. So, first that means you cook breakfast, then you clean up the kitchen.”

She watched the two young slaves marshalling eggs and pans and bread and raiding her refrigerator and pantry for various things. To her pleasant surprise it looked like both Nina and Jill were very good cooks. In Jill’s case she supposed it came from working in her family’s restaurant and not just delivering pizzas.

A few minutes later a steaming omelet was place in front of her and Nina and Jill turned back to the stove to finish cooking their own helpings. A few bites later Gretchen looked up at the two of them and said, “This is so good that I might even be inclined to reduce your next punishments.”

The two slaves turned and as one, said, “Thank you, Mistress. We’re glad you like it.”

“I said I might reduce your next punishment. It will all depend on why you’re being punished.” She paused for a moment for dramatic effect, then grinned and added, “And I know that you’ll both end up needing to be punished for something, at some point.”

“Yes, Mistress.” The two of them finished cooking their own breakfasts, then joined Gretchen at the table. The rest of breakfast passed pleasantly with no hint of the hierarchical relationship that was in play. To an outsider, it would simply appear to be three good friends enjoying a meal together, ignoring the fact that all three were beautiful women and that all three were quite naked.

When the three were finished, Nina and Jill cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, then cleaned the pans they had used and wiped down the stove and the table. Gretchen looked over the results and pronounced them satisfactory. “I might even consider signing you on as scullery maids for my next party. Of course, you’ll have to work in the nude and I can pretty much guarantee that my guests will want to try out your tongues and insert fingers into warm and wet places.”

Jill’s eyes nearly popped out as she imagined herself as a naked maid being molested by the people she was serving. Nina merely smiled, knowing what was going through Jill’s mind. Since she herself had been used in the gym in nearly the same way, she fully expected that a party wouldn’t be much different, at least as far as the slaves were concerned.

Gretchen ended Jill’s thoughts with a loud slap to her rear. “Get a move on. There’s cleaning to do and laundry and the bathroom needs a good scrubbing, especially after you two have had a shower.”

Jill jumped a little but decided that stopping to rub her sore ass would likely earn her another swat, so she quickly moved to the living room and started picking up pillows and blankets. She followed Nina’s directions and then helped move the furniture back into its original places.

Next was stripping Gretchen’s bed and sorting the clothes in her hamper. Nina carted the first load off to the laundry room and got the washer running, then returned to help with dusting and vacuuming. When that was done and the next load of laundry was cycling through, Gretchen growled, “All right you two—hit the showers. And no fooling around in there. If I catch you doing anything I’ll string you both up and whip the hell out of you.”

A chorus of, “Yes, Mistress. No, Mistress,” was followed by two naked women running down the hall to the bathroom. The shower was more than big enough for the two of them and had all the necessities arranged on a rack in one corner. Even though Gretchen had warned against any sexual play, the two of them still managed to make sure that all of the fun parts were very clean and well massaged, so by the time they were done they were both very turned on.

They dried each other off with big fluffy towels, then set to work cleaning the bathroom from top to bottom. Gretchen stuck her head in a few minutes later and grinned to herself as she watched the two naked slaves working away. In fact, she was quite pleased with the job they were doing and somehow thought that it must be Nina who was directing the work and setting the level of cleanliness that was being followed. She wondered whether Nina’s own house was this clean and well organized.

With the bathroom finished Nina and Jill moved on to the remaining laundry, pausing to make beds and straighten up Gretchen’s room as the various things cycled through the washer and dryer. Before long it was lunchtime and Gretchen once again had them preparing the food, followed by another round of cleaning chores.

Mid-afternoon arrived with Gretchen’s house looking spic-and-span and the two slaves on their knees in front of a seated Mistress. Gretchen actually smiled at the two of them as she relaxed. “I don’t normally compliment my slaves for doing what they’re supposed to do, but I have actually been very pleased with the way you’ve both behaved since last night. My house is clean, I’ve been fed well and I haven’t had a need to discipline either one of you.”

She reached out a hand to ruffle Jill’s hair and then moved it cup the side of her face. “I imagine that you need to get back home pretty soon. Correct?” Jill nodded in agreement while not taking her eyes off Gretchen’s face.

Gretchen leaned forward a little, moving her hand to the back of Jill’s head while she opened her legs. “Why don’t you show me what you’ve learned this weekend before you leave to go home.” She exerted some pressure on Jill’s head, pulling her toward her groin. Jill knew what was being asked of her and she quickly rearranged herself to get her head between her Mistress’ legs.

As Gretchen felt the first swipe of Jill’s tongue along the length of her pussy, she looked over the girl’s back at Nina. “Why don’t you give this new slave a little treat? Lay down and let her sit on your face while she eats me. See if you can make her come at the same time as I do.”

Nina quickly re-arranged herself, laying on her back and pushing her head between Jill’s knees, forcing her to open her legs. That brought her pussy lower and Nina grabbed her by the ass to position the wet folds over her mouth. Gretchen helped out by slouching a little and opening her legs even wider. Soon the room was filled with the sound of tongues lashing slippery folds and various moans and grunts from the women getting all the attention.

Somewhat surprisingly, Gretchen was the first one to start calling out, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Right there.” Another moment later her hands tangled in Jill’s hair as she pulled the young girl tightly to her groin and started bucking into her mouth. Jill did her best to keep tonguing Gretchen’s clit and then clamped her lips on it before it had a chance to move away. As she sucked hard and beat the tip with her tongue, Gretchen fell over the cliff into her orgasm. She cried out and clenched, trying to close her legs on Jill’s head. Jill kept rubbing her tongue over Gretchen’s clit, forcing the orgasm to go on and on until Gretchen slumped back in the chair and loosened her hold on Jill’s head.

Within seconds, Jill followed Gretchen into the same storm of sensation as her own orgasm washed over her. She dropped lower onto Nina’s mouth, keening out a wordless wail as Nina brought her to her own peak. Nina tightened her hold on Jill’s rear, pulling her in closer as she did her best to beat Jill’s clit into submission. After another moment she could feel Jill climbing into a second orgasm and wondered if she could make it happen a third time.

Before she got the chance, Jill fell over to one side, breaking the contact with Nina’s mouth. Nina could feel the girl shaking as tremors claimed her body for almost another minute. When the orgasmic aftershocks finally ended Jill lay on her back, inhaling deeply, trying to get air back into her lungs. She finally started to show some signs of life and lifted herself onto her elbows. Looking at Nina she croaked out, “What the hell did you do to me? I never came that hard in my life. I felt like I was going to pass out.”

Nina grinned at her, but Gretchen interjected, “You should hope you learn to eat pussy that well. You likely need a lot more practice.”

Jill looked back and forth between the two other women. “How much pussy do you have to eat to get that good?”

Gretchen laughed loudly as she reached over to ruffle Nina’s hair. When she had calmed down she looked at Jill and said, “Nina hasn’t eaten that much pussy. She’s just naturally talented.”

“Talented?” Jill looked at her somewhat goggle-eyed. “That’s not talent. That’s a super power.”

Gretchen started laughing again. “I don’t know if I’d go that far, but I will admit that she’s damn good. I’ve had a lot of tongues in my puss and hers is definitely in the top five of those.”

While this conversation was going on, Nina had rolled over and raised herself to her knees. In response to Gretchen’s final comment, she looked at her and said, “Only the top five, Mistress? I think I’m a little hurt by that.” Her expression seemed to indicate that she was on the verge of tears.

“Keep that up and I’ll give you a reason to cry.” After a moment she added, “Should I show Jill how I punish errant slaves?”

Nina sighed heavily for theatrical effect, then said, “No, Mistress. I apologize, Mistress. I just thought it was worth the attempt.”

“A failed attempt, I’d say.” Gretchen stood up and reached a hand to Jill, while still addressing Nina. “Now, help Jill find her clothes so she can get out of here.” She pulled Jill to a standing position, then wrapped her into a hug and gave her a pat on her rear.

As Nina brought Jill’s clothes over to the pair Gretchen took her bra and panties and tossed them aside. In response to Jill’s puzzled look she said, “You don’t wear those anymore. Slave rules say no underwear of any kind. You should actually be wearing a skirt rather than shorts and a crop top or a blouse with buttons rather than a t-shirt, but I’ll let you get away with those for now.”

“But my parents...”

“Will probably say nothing and if they do you likely need to remind them that you are an adult and can dress whatever way you want.” Jill still seemed a little hesitant but decided that it was probably best not to argue with Gretchen.