“...akey! Time to get up now!”

A female voice pulled me from a delicious dream of my secret object of desire, Brandon. I somehow had ended up in the boys’ locker room alone with him, and, without wasting words, he had pushed me against the wall, his body taking possession of me, his strong thigh pressing between my legs, his large hand massaging my breast. For some reason or another, we had both already been nude. I was sweating and just an inch away from coming.

“My, aren’t you two an adorable sight?”

Reality seeped into my mind. The pressure between my legs was still there, as was the hand slowly kneading my breast. A weight was on my chest. My eyes shot open, and I couldn’t suppress a shriek when I became aware of my surroundings.

My landlady was standing in the doorway in a burgundy terrycloth robe, a huge smile plastered across her lips, and in front of my eyes I recognized Erin’s short blond bob. She was lying on top of me, naked as she had gone to bed, her cheek on my left breast, and a line of drool spreading from her lips to my nipple! Her small hand was wrapped around my right breast and kneading it in a slow rhythm, and I could still feel the wonderful sensation I had experienced in my dream echo with each movement of her fingers. Her thigh pressed hot against my slick pussy. Wait! I started to tremble when it became obvious to me that I was just as naked as her! That girl was having sex with me in our sleep!

Yet I was aroused as hell. If I had been fully awake and taken my time to think about it rationally, I’d probably extricated myself from under Erin’s body and scrambled to the far end of the bed, grasping my waning morale and holding on to it. As it was, the touches were just delicious, my breath was going fast and the heat between my legs was almost consuming me. My resistance was crumbling. I just couldn’t stop so close from fulfillment. I gently shook Erin’s shoulder.

“Erin,” I whispered, “wake up, Erin.”

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and her head bent back so she was able to look at me. She looked cute as her eyelids fought against the sleep, and blinking, yawning, she stretched her body above mine. Her small hand tightened involuntarily around my breast, and I answered with a small whimper of delight.

The smile that spread across Erin’s face was enormous. She shuffled a bit further up my body, until her head was the same level as mine, and looked deeply into my eyes. “Sleep well, honey?” Her breath was hot on my face.

“Yes!” I answered, enthusiastic and much too quick. “Yes, I did, Erin.”

“Good,” she purred, her hand rubbing in circles over my nipple and sending the most delicate ripples on a journey down my stomach, where they washed ashore between my legs, “I’m glad you did. It was your first night, after all. Kiss me good morning?”

“You - you’ve got drool on your chin.” She had, and a lot. It glistened in the soft morning light flittering in through the gaps in the blinds.

“Your face is all flushed,” she whispered, “I can feel your heart beating a mile a minute. Your pussy is hot and slick. You’re excited. I’m excited too. You’re so beautiful, I want to make you come, and I want to look into your eyes when you do.”

Oh my god! She plain out asked me to have lesbian sex with her! I wanted to shake my head and tell her no, at least at first, but the longer I looked at her face, at that angelic and innocent look and at the way the light and shadow played across her soft skin, the more beautiful she became. I was mesmerized. Her lips were parted slightly. She was waiting for my response and I could just see the tip of her rosy, moist tongue.

She waited long for me to react, then she said something, but it went completely over my head.

“I’m sorry, what?” My voice was still breathless.

“I asked if you’d do me a favor,” she asked me, cutely biting her lower lip and smiling shyly, “and lick the drool from my chin.”

My eyes went big. This was so - unexpected, and outrageously kinky, but something about it made goose bumps race over my skin. And it was some kind of test, I realized. She was trying to see if I would voluntarily partake in the kinky game that had started as soon as I had arrived.

She was trying to seduce me, plain and simple. And I couldn’t resist. I brought my head closer and extended my tongue, hesitating a few seconds, hovering just above the glistening lines and small globs that decorated her chin.

From the corner of eyes I saw my landlady still standing in the doorway. Her robe was opened, exposing her front side. One hand was moving between her legs, stroking up and down, and the other was kneading her breast, which looked soft, a little smaller than my own, but with big, dark areolas and long nipples. I looked at her, and her eyes looked deep into mine, a look of pure lust that quickly quenched the instinctive stirrings of self-consciousness.

I did it. I brought my tongue to Erin’s chin and licked up the drool, line by line, tasking the mixture of sweetness and spice. Small tremors raced through my body at my submission, and then the joy and pleasure on her face were filling up the room with their radiance.

“Oh god yes, Paisy,” she gasped, “lick up my drool, little pet!”

Then her thin, firm lips were on mine, pressing hard against them, nibbling and pushing. I surrendered instantly, parting my lips, inviting her tongue into my mouth to take possession of me. And she did, her tongue pushed deep into my mouth and toyed with my tongue, our heated breaths mingling. I could taste her even more clearly now, and I loved it.

“Please,” I whimpered between kisses, “please Erin!”

She leaned back a bit and trailed my lips with her index finger. “Please what,” she teased, “what should I do?”

“Please touch me!” I was losing all inhibitions. “Please make me come!”

“And where should I touch you to do that?” She grinned, and at the same time scraped a fingernail over my nipple, drawing tiny gasps from my lips.

“My pussy, my clit. Please Erin!”

“But of course,” she giggled, “you only need to ask.”

With that her hand delved between my legs and her finger between my moist labia. She rubbed softly up and down, and the feeling was heaven. My legs parted, developing a mind of their own. And then her finger started to circle my clit, my needy, throbbing, burning center of lust, brushing it softly, and I arched my back and whimpered with need.

“Am I doing it right?”

“Oh yes,” I moaned, my voice shuddering and just barely able to form words.

“Or is it better like this?” Suddenly she was rubbing directly over my clit, three slick fingers racing over my engorged nub, pressing and bumping and pulling.

My breathing stopped altogether. A scorching heat assembled right in that spot, and my vision blurred. I couldn’t believe the enormous pleasure that was building between my legs. My skin started to tingle, and my nipples pulsed with need. Each touch brought my arousal higher and higher. My fingers clawed into the bed sheet, my toes curled and my body lifted off the bed, only my shoulders and feet remaining, as a feeling more intense than anything I had ever felt before exploded from my clit.

The air rushed from my lungs in a drawn-out moan, small sparks filling my vision and waves of pleasure washing me away. I clenched my legs around Erin’s hand. Every little movement of her fingers made my breath hitch and whimpers escape my throat, and it seemed like ages that I kept riding on the waves, only slowly floating down from the blissful high.

Finally, my muscles relaxed, and my body slumped back onto the bed, spent, sweaty and fulfilled. “Oh my god,” I whispered, “that was incredible, Erin.”

We kissed again, this time softly and sensuously, and I melted into a puddle of satisfied girl in the middle of her bed. I giggled, and her knowing grin told me she was aware of what was going on inside me. Her index finger trailed my cheekbone, over my chin, then came to rest on my lips. I gave it a small kiss and taste something musky, salty, but not altogether unpleasant. My own juices, I realized with a small start, but then I simply couldn’t care, and when she crooked it a bit, I wrapped my lips around it and licked it clean of my moisture, another conscious act of submission.

“You’re incredibly beautiful when you come,” she whispered, “I want to see that over and over again.” Her finger slipped from my mouth.

“Oh yes,” I whispered back, “I’d like that.”

“I think I will,” she told me, “but we have to talk about a few things before this goes further.” Shuffling a few inches towards the foot-end of the bed, she lay her head into the crook of my arm, wrapped a leg over me and let out a soft sigh. “This is going to be a wonderful year. I’m so glad you’re staying with me.”

****

It was two hours later that I found myself sitting at the kitchen table again, nursing a cup of coffee, nibbling on a roll, still a bit dazed from the nap and the experience before, which also explained why I wasn’t wearing a thing. Erin was perching sideways on my lap, and our landlady was across from us, now in a white dress with floral patterns that brought out her tan. Her hair was wet, telling me she had just taken a shower.

“I have phoned the moving company,” Bridget informed me, “they will send your bag with the next load to this area, so you should have it in four days.”

“Thank god,” it was a relief to hear that, “thank you, Bridget!”

Then she changed the topic. “Have you two talked already?” She inquired.

“No, Bridget, we just got up, brushed our teeth and came here to have breakfast.”

“Talked about what?” I chimed in.

“About how this year is going to work out,” she explained, “things have gone a lot faster than I expected, so it’s time to lay out some ground rules.” She paused a moment, her eyes looking deep into mine. “Did you enjoy everything that happened since you arrived?”

“I - I don’t know,” the question was rather blunt, in all its evasiveness, “I guess not everything.”

“Ah,” she contemplated, “then tell me what you did like.”

I blushed and looked at the table in front of me, my breath already getting faster. “I liked what Erin did to me.” My voice was barely above a whisper.

“And what exactly did she do?”

“She - she played with my - my pussy.” It sounded dirty, putting it into words like that, but somehow it also brought back some the feelings.

“And what else did you like?”

I kept silent for a bit and chewed my lip. Some of the things that had happened I was quite hesitant to admit to liking, and others I wasn’t quite sure about. Or didn’t want to be.

A finger from Erin on my chin tilted my head upwards so I was looking at her. “And the drool? Did you like licking my drool from my chin?” Her eyes were twinkling.

“No. Yes.” I felt a small spasm in my pussy and closed my eyes. “Yes, I liked it.”

“Good girl!” Erin’s whisper brushed my ear like smooth velvet.

Bridget didn’t give me time for contemplation.

“And being naked, knowing we could see every little nook and cranny of your pretty body?”

I looked up as I, for the first time, seriously reflected on that question. My nipples tried to answer it for me, growing hard and sending that needy pull through my chest. “Yes!” It came out far louder than planned.

Erin giggled. “Seems someone is turning out quite eager.”

“I agree,” our landlady chuckled, “quite a change from the uptight city girl that arrived last evening.”

“And the spanking?” Erin wanted to know. “Did you enjoy that?”

“No!” I protested. “How could I have enjoyed that? It hurt!”

“Are you sure? Would you be willing to try a little experiment, just to prove your point, one way or the other?”

“You’re not going to…”

“No, silly. Just a little pretend game. Are you up for it?”

“I... I guess so.”

While I contemplated what might be coming, Erin and Bridget put the cups and dishes over to the counter so the table was clear.

“This will mostly just be talking,” our landlady explained, “please lay your upper body over the table and tell us how it makes you feel.”

It was a strange request, truly. Nevertheless, something compelled me to follow it, and so I found myself draping my naked upper body over the table top, shivering a bit when my breasts and tummy touched the cool wood.

I took a few deep breaths. “It makes me feel... vulnerable. Exposed.”

“Horny too?” she wanted to know.

“A little bit.” More than a little bit, in fact, but I wouldn’t admit that.

“And now imagine, Paisy, how you would feel if you were about to receive a spanking right now. Imagine Erin and me both stroking and kneading your pert bum cheeks, to get your little backside warmed up for the first slap.”

How wrong that sounded! And how delicious it was to imagine that!

“Then picture the first slap to fall, on your helpless, young bum, how it would jiggle and redden so prettily. One from me, then another from Erin. How your body would be pushed forward with each stinging slap.”

I think I moaned.

“Her pussy glistens,” Erin proclaimed, “she is liking it.”

“No,” I quickly protested, “it’s only the talking. I don’t like being spanked!”

“You don’t?” Bridget’s voice was full of doubt. “I think you only want to believe you don’t. But how to prove you wrong?” Her voice trailed off.

Erin picked up the thought instantly. “I know. How about you give her ten easy swats with the hand, Bridget, and if she doesn’t get aroused, then she’s right.”

“And how do we know whether she gets aroused?”

“Hey,” I chimed in, “don’t I have any say in the matter?” I couldn’t believe the clinical way they were discussing my sexuality.

“But of course you do,” Erin calmed me, “but I’d really like to try it. Can I stick a finger into your moist, hot pussy while Bridget spanks you?”

The thought of having her finger inside me, of the hand that had given me such pleasure a few hours ago once more touching me, turned everything around. Just a moment ago I had prepared myself to jump up from the table and stop this nonsense. “Will... will it hurt?”

“Just a little.”

I swallowed. “Okay.”

And then I felt her finger touch me, softly parting my plum and wiggling its way into my sex, a place where only my own hands had touched me before. It felt soft and silken, moist and delightful.

“Oh god,” I moaned, conscious about the lewd display this must me, “oh my god.”

It stopped going deeper, wiggling around a bit, and I felt small shivers race through my abdomen. Then my landlady’s hand was on my bum, rubbing circles over the stretched skin. It felt nice, soft and like satin, with a small measure of discomfort where the skin was still overly sensitive from yesterday’s spanking. My breath got quicker.

The first swat took me by surprise. It wasn’t hard, but I heard it before I felt it, loud in the silence of the kitchen, then my left bum cheek grew hot. A second’s pause, then another swat fell, and my right cheek mirrored its neighbor.

‘Two.’ I counted in my mind and let out a small gasp when my pussy clenched involuntarily around Erin’s finger.

One slap sounded after the other, and every one of them made me gasp and my pussy tingle and clench hard around my friend’s digit. My backside burned, but it was nothing compared to the heat between my legs. It was flushed all over and couldn’t deny to myself that I did enjoy it, and probably also couldn’t hide it from the others, the way I lifted my backside to meet the swats and fucked my pussy on my friend’s finger in the process. It was all too soon that the count had reached ten and we were done.

“Now tell me again that you don’t like to be spanked.” Erin was having a hard time not laughing.

“I... oh god, I do like to be spanked!” Voicing it out loud almost made me dizzy with a whirlwind of stray thoughts and stomach-churning butterflies. “But how - why?” I didn’t understand this.

Bridget sat down on her chair once more, right next to my stretched-out body, but Erin seemed to have no inclination to withdraw her finger from inside me.

“When you sent Erin your picture and asked us to take you in for the year, Erin and me agreed that you are such a pretty thing, and that it would be shame if we didn’t try to seduce you.”

She leaned back in her chair, getting comfortable, while I watched from my awkward position.

“You have to see, both of us are quite liberal in our sexuality, we both like females, and we are both quite dominant. That’s how we met, we both like to play around in chat rooms from time to time, and when Erin moved in, she was well aware of the debauched things going on in my head. We had planned to seduce you far more slowly, ease you into our lifestyle one step at a time, first getting you comfortable with nudity, then steadily increase the closeness. But somehow, that all crumbled when you arrived. You remind me so much of my first former lover that I simply couldn’t resist, and neither could Erin in her juvenile excitement.”

“Your first lover? What happened?”

“You really want to hear that?” She seemed pleased.

I nodded my head, as good as the strained position allowed, and waited with bated breath for her to continue.

A chuckle broke the silence. “It was right after college. We had actually encountered each other there a few times, but never gotten close. She had your build and hair, and your eyes. She delivered mail over the summer and I invited her in. As chance would have it, she had a parcel for me that had sprung open, and it contained my shiny new strap-on that I had mail-ordered, and she was curious. We talked, drank a few glasses of wine and one thing led to another. We simply fucked at first, but then I got this urges to do kinky things with her. Like having her suckle my toes and making her lick my bum. Having her crawl around nude and calling her derogatory names. She responded wonderfully, got really off on the name calling. Her favorite was ‘cuntlicker’.”

“What happened?” The image of a grown-up woman debasing herself like that was outrageous - and powerfully erotic.

“Her husband happened. She married shortly after our first tryst, and we had to meet in secret. But she always wanted me to come over, playing at her home made things doubly intense for her. One day, he came back early from work. I had teased her all day, making her rub her pussy in front of me but not letting her come. We were watching the telly, I was sitting on the couch and she was lying on the floor right in front of me, on her back. I had stuck a banana up her bum, almost all the way, and she had to pull up her legs to be comfortable.”

Her eyes took on a dreamy look, and she paused for a few seconds. “Anyway, she was suckling on my big toe when the door suddenly flew open and her husband stormed in and began shouting.”

Her lips tightened. “He threatened her with divorce if she so much as phoned me again, so that was it.”

It was a bit disturbing. And incredibly hot. Not the ending, but the image of the young, married woman, lying on the floor and sucking on my landlady’s toes. Or kneeling between her legs, her tongue stuck up her friend’s pussy.

“Anyway, when you stepped out of that moving van, you were a mirror image of her, including that transparent layer of confidence. When I looked into your eyes and you gave in to my embrace, I just knew I had to have you. That you were the same little slut as her.”

She bent closer. “Does it make you hot to be called a slut?”

My pussy clenching around Erin’s finger was all the answer needed, and she let Bridget know about it. “It certainly does.”

“How about little whore? Lesbian plaything? Dirty little slave?”

A “yes” from Erin and a quiet moan from me accompanied every question.

Our landlady nodded at her, and Erin’s finger slipped out of me and left a strange kind of emptiness inside me. Erin stood behind Bridget and to the side, her hands on her older friend’s shoulders.

“I have a proposition for you, and I don’t want you to think that we had an unfair advantage, so please sit on your chair for this.”

I extricated myself from the table and sat gingerly down on the chair, the movement making me aware of the moisture coating my thighs.

“You have two choices. We can either forget about all this and treat your stay here as if nothing sexual ever happened. We’ll not try to get intimate with you again. Or,” she put her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her folded hands, “we can continue this and make it formal. You’ll agree to be our little sexual pet, to be played with as we see fit, and of course to be punished for any misbehavior.”

“What - what will I have to do?”

“Everything we want,” Bridget explained, “even some things you might at first find unpleasant or revolting. But we will make sure that we give you pleasure in equal measures.”

“Will some things be painful?”

“Of course they will. But we will not permanently harm you. And if it really gets too much, you will have a safe word that will stop everything we are doing. Though that one shouldn’t be used lightly.”

My mouth was dry like a desert. I realized this was a turning point in my life. I could say ‘no’ and turn my back on the feelings the two of them had evoked in me. But I just knew that I would always ask myself what might have been. I remembered the lust I had felt this morning, in bed with Erin, and the excitement when I heard this woman’s story.

“I’ll,” I had to take a deep breath, and my voice was shaky, “I’ want to be your pet.”

“Let’s do this right,” Bridget said with a grin and turned her chair so it was sideways to the table, “get in front of me and kneel down.”

My legs shook as I walked over and slowly lowered myself to my knees. My heart beat like a jungle drum.

“Spread your legs. Always do that when you are kneeling.” Something had changed in her voice, a self-assured, demanding note that hadn’t been there previously. I complied.

“Now beg to be our little pet.”

“Please, Bridget, Erin,” the words flowed naturally from my lips, “please let me be your little sex pet, your little whore.”

“And what do you want us to do with you?”

“Everything, Bridget, everything that you want, everything that pleases you.”

She softly stroked my hair. “That was nice. Good little pet.” Small shivers travelled over my skin.

“Now let's lay out the basic rules for you. And remember to pay good attention, forgetting them will be painful.”