Family Secrets: Part 22: 2000 Château de Haute-Ser
Part 22: 2000 Château de Haute-Serre
The sound of Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto, or more specifically, Concerto No. 1 in F major, was heard throughout the first floor.
The women, all three, were in the kitchen preparing lunch. This was at the request of Brie, who woke up in the bed first when her stomach grumbled.
She was setting the table in the dining room, humming the part of the horns and softly whistling the part of the oboes.
Kylie was placing an assortment of crackers on a tray and adding olives and sweet pickles.
“Let me choose some cheese,” Professor Zhou purred in her sexy French maid uniform.
Kylie looked over for the third (no, make that the twenty-third time) at her Asian hostess. She wondered why a visiting professor would have such an outfit in her suitcase, but just shook her head and enjoyed the sight. Meow
Professor Zhou found some Brin d’amour, Chaource, and Roquefort and added them to the tray. Then she returned to slicing her cherry tomatoes and radishes, adding them to the big bowl of spring salad with lettuce, romaine, spinach and endives.
Kylie, wearing the professor’s dark blue kimono with pink blossoms and cranes, carried the tray of crackers and cheese out to the dining room. Her girlfriend was wearing another sarong from her professor’s closet, this one was black with green palm leaves and blue hibiscus flowers. And this time, she found a top, a dark red camisole that really didn’t fit her, with her rather large boobs holding the material up and away from her body and showing off her navel piercing. And who would complain? No one!
Brie was over by the wall, eating something.
“Brie?”
“Yes, K-eye… Catwoman?”
“What are you eating?”
“Nothing.”
“Brie!”
And Brie turns around holding a candy dish with one piece left.
Kylie eyes the bowl and then looks up at her girlfriend, “What are, or should I say, what were those?”
Brie swallows the previous piece that was blissfully melting in her mouth before answering, “Truffles,” and her tongue moves over her teeth, finding sweet goodness between them.
Kylie measures her words, “And how many did you eat, Pumpkin?”
Brie looks remorsefully at the last piece in the bowl, “A lot… but I could eat another one!”
Kylie kept her voice low and under control, “Brie, it’s time for lunch.”
Brie understood and placed the bowl, with the lone surviving chocolate dusted truffle, down and felt Catwoman’s eyes watching her.
“Do you like my new sarong and camisole pajama top?”
“I do, Pumpkin. Now sit and wait while we bring the rest of the food.”
Kylie returned to the kitchen for the salad bowl.
“I’ll pick a good wine for us,” the professor purred.
She turned, the lower half of her behind exposed, her legs in white thigh highs swishing, and her feet in shiny black low heels, tapping over the tiles.
“Where’s the professor?” Brie asked while crunching into a cracker topped with a generous portion of Roquefort cheese. Her other hand skillfully caught the few crumbs that tried to escape.
Kylie smiled as she sat down next to her girlfriend, “She’s selecting the proper wine for us,” and leaned over to kiss Brie with her mouth full of cracker and cheese.
They both giggled.
Then a loud pop was heard from the kitchen.
Professor Zhou entered the dining room with an opened bottle of red wine. She skillfully poured some into each glass as if she had done this a million times before and then sat down across from them.
Brie couldn’t wait and took a long sip from her glass, “This is simply the best fermented grape juice I have ever tasted!”
Kylie reached for the bottle first before drinking and read the label out loud, "Château de Haute-Serre. The 2000 vintage with its intense black color, a very aromatic bouquet with hints of blackberry and licorice, its impressive volume, its silky tannins and very elegant aftertaste, this cuvée is an exceptional wine for important occasions. Hmm, a Malbec. How did you know that is my fav wine… Chan?”
“You talk in your sleep,” Chan, the sexy French maid replied, then added, “Who is Sarah?”
Kylie calmly gazed across the dining room table at the hostess, “A distant cousin.”
Brie silently ate her crackers and cheese, or as silently as one can.
Kylie slowly lifts her glass till it presses against her closed lips, her eyes focused on Chan as she lets the Château de Haute-Serre seep between them and into her mouth.
A few seconds pass…
Then swallow…
“A most excellent choice. But I don’t talk in my sleep. Do you read minds?”
Chan sips her wine, considering her answer, and then Brie (after finishing her fifth cracker with Brin d’amour) adds her voice to the conversation, or rather, interrogation.
“I talk in mine all the time!” and finishes her glass with a happy smile.
Chan takes a moment to taste her spring salad, chewing slowly, then offers, “I guess it was your girlfriend. I wasn’t fully awake, it was dark, the wind was blowing, and I was a little baked.”
“I think we all were a little… high,” Brie laughs.
The women continue to eat and sip that lovely Malbec and talk about school and art and sports…
“Is your volleyball team any good?” the professor asks.
“Yes, and K-eye… Catwoman is the best player on the team!” Brie shouts.
Kylie looks over at Chan as she responds, “Well, I’m only a freshman, but I have played a few good games.”
Chan sips some more wine and swallows, “Is it true what happens in the locker room?”
“If you’ve heard rumors, maybe you should visit after a game,” Kylie suggests.
Chan studies her glass on the table and dips her finger in the wine and traces the rim. Slowly. Around. And. Around.
“Professor, did you have any good dreams last night?” Brie asks.
Chan was ready to bite into a cracker leaden with Chaource and politely set it back down.
“I did. It was when I was a teenager and learning to sail. The instructor was a very beautiful woman.” Chan didn’t mention that in her dream, Catwoman became the instructor.
Kylie watched Chan closely, “Did you have an affair with her… in real life?”
“Yes,” Chan whispered, “She was a good teacher… and lover.”
Brie started to crunch into some croutons but stopped, “That would be so cool to have an affair with your teacher.”
“I think you already do,” Kylie heatedly remarks to Brie and then looks over to Chan.
“It’s strictly transactional,” Chan replies.
“Is it??”
The question hangs in the air as Kylie waits for a response, but neither woman provide one.
Brie finally pushes her chair away from the table to stand up and walk over to the windows. She pulls the sheer curtain with Oriental motifs open to peek out.
“It’s like a winter wonderland outside. I can’t even see the streets!!” she shouts.
Chan savors the last swallow of her expensive Malbec, “I’ll clear the table.”
“That’s a good idea. I will take my girlfriend upstairs. Meet us when you are done.”
Professor Zhou nodded showing her dimples as she curtsied and smiled.
Brie follows Kylie upstairs and down the long narrow carpeted hallway and into the bedroom where she finds some Kush and begins rolling one.
“Pumpkin?”
“Yes, Cupcake?”
“I want you to stop what you are doing and get undressed.”
Brie drops the perfectly rolled joint and spins around with a devilish grin.
She pulls the camisole up above her full breasts and then slowly lifts it over her head with a giggle. The nylon fabric combined with the cold weather charges her red hair with static electricity.
Frizzy Hair. Pointing. This. Way. And. That. Way.
Both girls laugh.
Then Brie steadily twirls around and raising her arms and moving her hips like a Hawaiian dancer doing the Hula.
“I like your sarong,” Kylie comments.
“Do you like my dance, Cupcake?”
Brie continues to wiggle her ass, moving her hands down over her large breasts and up again over her head in a slow wavy pattern. Her round face smiling at her girlfriend.
“I don’t know. Maybe if I could see the rest of you,” Kylie requests.
They both enjoy this interplay.
Brie unties the black sarong at her hip and green palm leaves and blue hibiscus flowers crumple to the floor.
Her girlfriend walks over to her and presses a hand between her round, thick thighs. Her fingertips move over the shaved pubic mound.
“Why are you wet, Pumpkin?”
“I don’t know, Mistress.”
“I think you do,” and Kylie presses three fingertips into the soft vulva.
“Uhh, I… I…”
“Yes, Pumpkin?”
“Uhhh,” Brie excitedly pants, “I’ve been thinking about my professor.”
“Would that be the same professor downstairs dressed to seduce you as a sexy French maid??”
“Yes! Yes, the, ahhhh, the same, uhhhh, one!! UHHHHH!!!!” Brie moans loudly.
Kylie enjoys this interrogation. She removes her hand and licks her fingers.
“Umm, she gets you very wet,” Kylie meows.
“Mistress? Does she make you wet too??”
Kylie ignores the question, she doesn’t want to reveal her weakness for Chan, “Get on the bed!” she orders her chubby sub.
Brie climbs up on the big bed and remains on her hands and knees, looking at the soft yellow upholstered headboard with black yin/yang symbols woven into the fabric. This makes her think, does Chan have a dark and light side? Hmm, maybe. Does she? No, Brie understands she is full of joy and light. Does Kylie, her girlfriend?
Her thoughts are interrupted when Kylie moves up next to her.
“You seem lost in thought?” Kylie asks her sub as her hand brushes that curly red hair.
“About, ahh!” she reacts to Kylie squeezing her right boob, “The yin and yang symbol.”
Kylie looks at the headboard and whispers into Brie’s ear, “Most of us have dual personalities. You, my dear Pumpkin, have just one.”
“Yes, a good one.”
“No!” Kylie counters with another strong squeeze of the big breast hanging down, “You are a slut! A bad slut! You have impure thoughts of your professor.”
“Ahhh!!!” another good squeeze, “I can’t help, ahhhh, it!!! She’s so sexy! AHHHH!!!!”
Kylie pushes an object inside her sub.
“Ohh!!! Are you punishing me with anal beads??”
“Yessss!!! You bad girl!!!” and Kylie slaps her big round ass cheeks.
Several. Times.
While Brie was contemplating the yin/yang symbol, Kylie was busy in Chan’s closet looking among her BDSM instruments of pain and pleasure.
The toy she selected was 12 inches long with 10 separate beads, each one increasing in size. The end had a ring on it for easy removal. That is, if Catwoman needs to pull it out. Right now, she’s not thinking of that. She’s observing the effect 2 beads has on her sub.
“Mistress, I have really naughty thoughts about Professor Zhou. Maybe you should push some more beads in?” Brie teases.
“Oh, really?” and Kylie pulls on the ring making the 2 smaller beads reappear.
SLAP SLAP SLAP
“Uhhh!!! Hey, why did you do that!!!”
“You know perfectly well why I did that!!!” and Kylie slaps her ass again, “Now beg for them!”
“Mistress? To stop my naughty thoughts of Chan, may I experience the joy of some anal beads?”
“I don’t know, Pumpkin. You’re such a bad girl!”
They both laugh.
Kylie makes her girlfriend suck on the beads then her lefthand sinks into the plump ass cheek as her right hand presses the toy against the wet, pink sphincter.
“Uhhh!!!” Brie gasps, “How many, Mistressss…!!!”
“Four! Now beg for more, you slutttt!!!!”
“Uhhh, yessss, pleaszzzzz!!!!”
“Not yet, sub!”
And Kylie jumps off the bed and runs to the closet.
She returns with two nipple clamps, tweezer-style, and slides them over her sub’s nipples.
The additional black ball weights pull them down toward the mattress.
“Ahhhhhh!!! How heav-eee are th…the weights!!!”
“50 grams, now shut up!!” Kylie slaps her ass.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
“Do you want more beads up your ass???”
“YESSSSSsssss!!!”
Kylie pushes four more in.
“Fuck!! It feels soooo good, Mistresssss!” Brie hisses.
“Wiggle that ass and jiggle your body!!!” Kylie requests.
Brie obeys.
The. Anal. Toy. Twerks. The. Ball. Weights. Swing.
Kylie enjoys the sight for two (well, maybe twenty-two) minutes.
KNOCK KNOCK
Both Kylie and Brie look back to see their hostess standing in the doorway.
“Am I interrupting?” she coyly asks.
“No!” Brie laughs.
“Yes!” Kylie counters, “Go into the bathroom and fill the tub.”
Chan curtsies and leaves.
“Why did you send her away??” Brie asks.
“Cos, Pumpkin, you’re making me sweat with all the slapping from you secretly lusting for Chan!!!”
And a nice resounding SLAP enhances the name.
“AHHHHH!!!”
“And I need her services to refresh and relax my body,” another slap.
“AHHHH!!! Refresh and relax??? More like suck and fuck!!” Brie laughs.
Kylie refuses to answer the last statement, “What we do in the bathroom will remain my secret!”
“Why??”
“Cos you’re staying here, Pumpkin. Now turn over on your back!!!”
And Brie quickly lays down on her back. The ball weights rest against her breasts giving her nipples a brief respite from the stretching exercise. However, the anal toy pushes all the way in, leaving only the ring exposed.
“AHHHHH!!!”
“What’s wrong, Pumpkin?” Kylie asks from the closet.
“I think all the beads are inside me, Mistress,” Brie hisses.
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“Yes!” Brie laughs then adds, “What are you doing??”
“Finding some more… things to keep you occupied while I suck and fuck Chan,” Kylie calmly replies from the closet.
Then she returns with wrist and ankle restraints which she skillfully (she’s getting better at this BDSM stuff) slips on, tightens and secures to each bedpost.
Kylie steps back to view her girlfriend spread eagle on the big bed. The black yin/yang symbol a reminder of her inner duality. Then a wicked smile slowly appears on her face.
“Now what???” her sex slave questions.
Kylie turns without responding and gathers more equipment from the closet.
She threads a thin hemp rope through the clips of each weight and pulls the rope tight, down between her sub’s thick thighs and ties the ends around the anal ring. The rope is super taut and a section of the (itchy) hemp divides her labia.
As Brie squirms. It. Provides. Unbearable. Irritation.
Or. Exquisite. Stimulation. Meow.
“One more thing, Pumpkin, before I join Chan in the bathtub.”
A few minutes pass, then Kylie returns (again from the closet) with two items. One, a black Hitachi vibrator. The other, a roll of silver duct tape.
“No!” Brie cries.
“Yesss!!!” Kylie laughs.
She positions the vibrator against her sub’s clit and uses the duct tape to secure the wand to her stomach. No matter how much Brie wiggles and squirms, the Hitachi will keep on doing its job!
“Don’t worry, Pumpkin, I will turn it on low.”
Click!
Brie’s meows follow Kylie out the bedroom and into the bathroom…
The sound of Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto, or more specifically, Concerto No. 1 in F major, was heard throughout the first floor.
The women, all three, were in the kitchen preparing lunch. This was at the request of Brie, who woke up in the bed first when her stomach grumbled.
She was setting the table in the dining room, humming the part of the horns and softly whistling the part of the oboes.
Kylie was placing an assortment of crackers on a tray and adding olives and sweet pickles.
“Let me choose some cheese,” Professor Zhou purred in her sexy French maid uniform.
Kylie looked over for the third (no, make that the twenty-third time) at her Asian hostess. She wondered why a visiting professor would have such an outfit in her suitcase, but just shook her head and enjoyed the sight. Meow
Professor Zhou found some Brin d’amour, Chaource, and Roquefort and added them to the tray. Then she returned to slicing her cherry tomatoes and radishes, adding them to the big bowl of spring salad with lettuce, romaine, spinach and endives.
Kylie, wearing the professor’s dark blue kimono with pink blossoms and cranes, carried the tray of crackers and cheese out to the dining room. Her girlfriend was wearing another sarong from her professor’s closet, this one was black with green palm leaves and blue hibiscus flowers. And this time, she found a top, a dark red camisole that really didn’t fit her, with her rather large boobs holding the material up and away from her body and showing off her navel piercing. And who would complain? No one!
Brie was over by the wall, eating something.
“Brie?”
“Yes, K-eye… Catwoman?”
“What are you eating?”
“Nothing.”
“Brie!”
And Brie turns around holding a candy dish with one piece left.
Kylie eyes the bowl and then looks up at her girlfriend, “What are, or should I say, what were those?”
Brie swallows the previous piece that was blissfully melting in her mouth before answering, “Truffles,” and her tongue moves over her teeth, finding sweet goodness between them.
Kylie measures her words, “And how many did you eat, Pumpkin?”
Brie looks remorsefully at the last piece in the bowl, “A lot… but I could eat another one!”
Kylie kept her voice low and under control, “Brie, it’s time for lunch.”
Brie understood and placed the bowl, with the lone surviving chocolate dusted truffle, down and felt Catwoman’s eyes watching her.
“Do you like my new sarong and camisole pajama top?”
“I do, Pumpkin. Now sit and wait while we bring the rest of the food.”
Kylie returned to the kitchen for the salad bowl.
“I’ll pick a good wine for us,” the professor purred.
She turned, the lower half of her behind exposed, her legs in white thigh highs swishing, and her feet in shiny black low heels, tapping over the tiles.
“Where’s the professor?” Brie asked while crunching into a cracker topped with a generous portion of Roquefort cheese. Her other hand skillfully caught the few crumbs that tried to escape.
Kylie smiled as she sat down next to her girlfriend, “She’s selecting the proper wine for us,” and leaned over to kiss Brie with her mouth full of cracker and cheese.
They both giggled.
Then a loud pop was heard from the kitchen.
Professor Zhou entered the dining room with an opened bottle of red wine. She skillfully poured some into each glass as if she had done this a million times before and then sat down across from them.
Brie couldn’t wait and took a long sip from her glass, “This is simply the best fermented grape juice I have ever tasted!”
Kylie reached for the bottle first before drinking and read the label out loud, "Château de Haute-Serre. The 2000 vintage with its intense black color, a very aromatic bouquet with hints of blackberry and licorice, its impressive volume, its silky tannins and very elegant aftertaste, this cuvée is an exceptional wine for important occasions. Hmm, a Malbec. How did you know that is my fav wine… Chan?”
“You talk in your sleep,” Chan, the sexy French maid replied, then added, “Who is Sarah?”
Kylie calmly gazed across the dining room table at the hostess, “A distant cousin.”
Brie silently ate her crackers and cheese, or as silently as one can.
Kylie slowly lifts her glass till it presses against her closed lips, her eyes focused on Chan as she lets the Château de Haute-Serre seep between them and into her mouth.
A few seconds pass…
Then swallow…
“A most excellent choice. But I don’t talk in my sleep. Do you read minds?”
Chan sips her wine, considering her answer, and then Brie (after finishing her fifth cracker with Brin d’amour) adds her voice to the conversation, or rather, interrogation.
“I talk in mine all the time!” and finishes her glass with a happy smile.
Chan takes a moment to taste her spring salad, chewing slowly, then offers, “I guess it was your girlfriend. I wasn’t fully awake, it was dark, the wind was blowing, and I was a little baked.”
“I think we all were a little… high,” Brie laughs.
The women continue to eat and sip that lovely Malbec and talk about school and art and sports…
“Is your volleyball team any good?” the professor asks.
“Yes, and K-eye… Catwoman is the best player on the team!” Brie shouts.
Kylie looks over at Chan as she responds, “Well, I’m only a freshman, but I have played a few good games.”
Chan sips some more wine and swallows, “Is it true what happens in the locker room?”
“If you’ve heard rumors, maybe you should visit after a game,” Kylie suggests.
Chan studies her glass on the table and dips her finger in the wine and traces the rim. Slowly. Around. And. Around.
“Professor, did you have any good dreams last night?” Brie asks.
Chan was ready to bite into a cracker leaden with Chaource and politely set it back down.
“I did. It was when I was a teenager and learning to sail. The instructor was a very beautiful woman.” Chan didn’t mention that in her dream, Catwoman became the instructor.
Kylie watched Chan closely, “Did you have an affair with her… in real life?”
“Yes,” Chan whispered, “She was a good teacher… and lover.”
Brie started to crunch into some croutons but stopped, “That would be so cool to have an affair with your teacher.”
“I think you already do,” Kylie heatedly remarks to Brie and then looks over to Chan.
“It’s strictly transactional,” Chan replies.
“Is it??”
The question hangs in the air as Kylie waits for a response, but neither woman provide one.
Brie finally pushes her chair away from the table to stand up and walk over to the windows. She pulls the sheer curtain with Oriental motifs open to peek out.
“It’s like a winter wonderland outside. I can’t even see the streets!!” she shouts.
Chan savors the last swallow of her expensive Malbec, “I’ll clear the table.”
“That’s a good idea. I will take my girlfriend upstairs. Meet us when you are done.”
Professor Zhou nodded showing her dimples as she curtsied and smiled.
Brie follows Kylie upstairs and down the long narrow carpeted hallway and into the bedroom where she finds some Kush and begins rolling one.
“Pumpkin?”
“Yes, Cupcake?”
“I want you to stop what you are doing and get undressed.”
Brie drops the perfectly rolled joint and spins around with a devilish grin.
She pulls the camisole up above her full breasts and then slowly lifts it over her head with a giggle. The nylon fabric combined with the cold weather charges her red hair with static electricity.
Frizzy Hair. Pointing. This. Way. And. That. Way.
Both girls laugh.
Then Brie steadily twirls around and raising her arms and moving her hips like a Hawaiian dancer doing the Hula.
“I like your sarong,” Kylie comments.
“Do you like my dance, Cupcake?”
Brie continues to wiggle her ass, moving her hands down over her large breasts and up again over her head in a slow wavy pattern. Her round face smiling at her girlfriend.
“I don’t know. Maybe if I could see the rest of you,” Kylie requests.
They both enjoy this interplay.
Brie unties the black sarong at her hip and green palm leaves and blue hibiscus flowers crumple to the floor.
Her girlfriend walks over to her and presses a hand between her round, thick thighs. Her fingertips move over the shaved pubic mound.
“Why are you wet, Pumpkin?”
“I don’t know, Mistress.”
“I think you do,” and Kylie presses three fingertips into the soft vulva.
“Uhh, I… I…”
“Yes, Pumpkin?”
“Uhhh,” Brie excitedly pants, “I’ve been thinking about my professor.”
“Would that be the same professor downstairs dressed to seduce you as a sexy French maid??”
“Yes! Yes, the, ahhhh, the same, uhhhh, one!! UHHHHH!!!!” Brie moans loudly.
Kylie enjoys this interrogation. She removes her hand and licks her fingers.
“Umm, she gets you very wet,” Kylie meows.
“Mistress? Does she make you wet too??”
Kylie ignores the question, she doesn’t want to reveal her weakness for Chan, “Get on the bed!” she orders her chubby sub.
Brie climbs up on the big bed and remains on her hands and knees, looking at the soft yellow upholstered headboard with black yin/yang symbols woven into the fabric. This makes her think, does Chan have a dark and light side? Hmm, maybe. Does she? No, Brie understands she is full of joy and light. Does Kylie, her girlfriend?
Her thoughts are interrupted when Kylie moves up next to her.
“You seem lost in thought?” Kylie asks her sub as her hand brushes that curly red hair.
“About, ahh!” she reacts to Kylie squeezing her right boob, “The yin and yang symbol.”
Kylie looks at the headboard and whispers into Brie’s ear, “Most of us have dual personalities. You, my dear Pumpkin, have just one.”
“Yes, a good one.”
“No!” Kylie counters with another strong squeeze of the big breast hanging down, “You are a slut! A bad slut! You have impure thoughts of your professor.”
“Ahhh!!!” another good squeeze, “I can’t help, ahhhh, it!!! She’s so sexy! AHHHH!!!!”
Kylie pushes an object inside her sub.
“Ohh!!! Are you punishing me with anal beads??”
“Yessss!!! You bad girl!!!” and Kylie slaps her big round ass cheeks.
Several. Times.
While Brie was contemplating the yin/yang symbol, Kylie was busy in Chan’s closet looking among her BDSM instruments of pain and pleasure.
The toy she selected was 12 inches long with 10 separate beads, each one increasing in size. The end had a ring on it for easy removal. That is, if Catwoman needs to pull it out. Right now, she’s not thinking of that. She’s observing the effect 2 beads has on her sub.
“Mistress, I have really naughty thoughts about Professor Zhou. Maybe you should push some more beads in?” Brie teases.
“Oh, really?” and Kylie pulls on the ring making the 2 smaller beads reappear.
SLAP SLAP SLAP
“Uhhh!!! Hey, why did you do that!!!”
“You know perfectly well why I did that!!!” and Kylie slaps her ass again, “Now beg for them!”
“Mistress? To stop my naughty thoughts of Chan, may I experience the joy of some anal beads?”
“I don’t know, Pumpkin. You’re such a bad girl!”
They both laugh.
Kylie makes her girlfriend suck on the beads then her lefthand sinks into the plump ass cheek as her right hand presses the toy against the wet, pink sphincter.
“Uhhh!!!” Brie gasps, “How many, Mistressss…!!!”
“Four! Now beg for more, you slutttt!!!!”
“Uhhh, yessss, pleaszzzzz!!!!”
“Not yet, sub!”
And Kylie jumps off the bed and runs to the closet.
She returns with two nipple clamps, tweezer-style, and slides them over her sub’s nipples.
The additional black ball weights pull them down toward the mattress.
“Ahhhhhh!!! How heav-eee are th…the weights!!!”
“50 grams, now shut up!!” Kylie slaps her ass.
SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP
“Do you want more beads up your ass???”
“YESSSSSsssss!!!”
Kylie pushes four more in.
“Fuck!! It feels soooo good, Mistresssss!” Brie hisses.
“Wiggle that ass and jiggle your body!!!” Kylie requests.
Brie obeys.
The. Anal. Toy. Twerks. The. Ball. Weights. Swing.
Kylie enjoys the sight for two (well, maybe twenty-two) minutes.
KNOCK KNOCK
Both Kylie and Brie look back to see their hostess standing in the doorway.
“Am I interrupting?” she coyly asks.
“No!” Brie laughs.
“Yes!” Kylie counters, “Go into the bathroom and fill the tub.”
Chan curtsies and leaves.
“Why did you send her away??” Brie asks.
“Cos, Pumpkin, you’re making me sweat with all the slapping from you secretly lusting for Chan!!!”
And a nice resounding SLAP enhances the name.
“AHHHHH!!!”
“And I need her services to refresh and relax my body,” another slap.
“AHHHH!!! Refresh and relax??? More like suck and fuck!!” Brie laughs.
Kylie refuses to answer the last statement, “What we do in the bathroom will remain my secret!”
“Why??”
“Cos you’re staying here, Pumpkin. Now turn over on your back!!!”
And Brie quickly lays down on her back. The ball weights rest against her breasts giving her nipples a brief respite from the stretching exercise. However, the anal toy pushes all the way in, leaving only the ring exposed.
“AHHHHH!!!”
“What’s wrong, Pumpkin?” Kylie asks from the closet.
“I think all the beads are inside me, Mistress,” Brie hisses.
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“Yes!” Brie laughs then adds, “What are you doing??”
“Finding some more… things to keep you occupied while I suck and fuck Chan,” Kylie calmly replies from the closet.
Then she returns with wrist and ankle restraints which she skillfully (she’s getting better at this BDSM stuff) slips on, tightens and secures to each bedpost.
Kylie steps back to view her girlfriend spread eagle on the big bed. The black yin/yang symbol a reminder of her inner duality. Then a wicked smile slowly appears on her face.
“Now what???” her sex slave questions.
Kylie turns without responding and gathers more equipment from the closet.
She threads a thin hemp rope through the clips of each weight and pulls the rope tight, down between her sub’s thick thighs and ties the ends around the anal ring. The rope is super taut and a section of the (itchy) hemp divides her labia.
As Brie squirms. It. Provides. Unbearable. Irritation.
Or. Exquisite. Stimulation. Meow.
“One more thing, Pumpkin, before I join Chan in the bathtub.”
A few minutes pass, then Kylie returns (again from the closet) with two items. One, a black Hitachi vibrator. The other, a roll of silver duct tape.
“No!” Brie cries.
“Yesss!!!” Kylie laughs.
She positions the vibrator against her sub’s clit and uses the duct tape to secure the wand to her stomach. No matter how much Brie wiggles and squirms, the Hitachi will keep on doing its job!
“Don’t worry, Pumpkin, I will turn it on low.”
Click!
Brie’s meows follow Kylie out the bedroom and into the bathroom…
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