Date: Fri, 1 May 2009 21:38:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay699@yahoo.com>
Subject: Babysitting Service 4 (lesbian\authoritarian, f/F, f/FF)

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               Babysitting Service 4
                       By
                      Jan


	After my mother had been introduced to
lesbian sex at the hands of my mistress, the next
time I was picked up to babysit for Sheila by the
female chauffeur she sent me off with a kiss and a
rub of the front of my jeans.

	When we pulled up in front of the mansion Ms
Gardner was waiting for me.  Every visit was an
adventure.  I never knew what she would have
planned for the evening's entertainment.  This
evening Sheila was standing beside her mother all
decked out in a fetish outfit like those her mother
preferred.

	She had on high heeled custom made boots
that came up to her thigh and were laced up the
front to ensure that they were tight.  She had on a
black leather Merry Widow corset just like her
mother's.  The top pushed up her proud little
breasts, making them look larger than they were.
Her dark hair was down and brushed out to make her
hair as full as possible as it flowed over her
shoulders.  Her makeup was far too mature for a girl
her age.  The eye shadow was dark grayish-brown
and her lips were a scarlet red.  There is just
something about a 13-year old made up to look like
an older, harder women that is so erotic.

	Ms Gardner wrapped her arm around my waist
and escorted me into the house.  Sheila followed, a
little unsure of her footing because she was not
comfortable walking on high heels.  Her ankles
wobbled unsteadily.

	We headed directly for Ms Gardner's playroom.
She explained to me that it was time that she
taught Sheila how to be dominant.  She figured that
I was the perfect one to teach her how to dominate
women.  As we entered the play room, I took in the
room in a glance.

	This room was made for entertaining guests.
It had a large wide screen television set up as an
entertainment center, surround sound system, DVD
player plug ins for cam-coders and MP-3 players.
There was a sunken conversation pit for lounging
around while watching the TV or just conversing.
There were four card tables set up for tournaments
and a full wet bar for those that wanted liquid
libations.  Ms Gardener approached the controls for
the TV and turned it on.

	The screen came alive with a credit announcing
that it was Madam Wu's House of Pleasure.  The
first person on screen was a distinguished looking
Chinese woman.  She had her dark hair piled on top
of her head and she was dressed in a very tight
Mandarin collared dress in red silk with a split up the
left leg almost to the hip.  She had very pointed
toed high heel pumps.  She had on milk jade earrings
and a bracelet on her left wrist.  She introduced her
guests.  They were women from San Francisco high
society.  I recognized them from the social pages of
the newspaper.  All of them reeked of money
regardless of their age.

	It turned out that Madam Wu provided these
women the entertainment they craved.  They were
restrained to walls or over padded saw horses while
young Chinese girls flogged them with soft whips and
rubber bludgeons that were then shoved up their
pussies and assholes.  I was fascinated by Madam
Wu.  Ms Gardner told me that she was from an old
Chinese family.  She owned the most fashionable
restaurant in San Francisco's China Town.  Before I
went home I asked Ms Gardner for an introduction
to Madam Wu.

	Sheila and I were both turned on watching the
video.  Ms Gardner undressed me in front of her
daughter before she led us into the monstrous
shower near her bedroom.  The shower was large
enough for a basketball team to shower in at one
time.  It was completely tiled with a bench to sit on
in the middle.  Ms Gardner attached restraints to
my ankles and wrists.  My feet were attached to
hidden attachment in the floor that spread my legs
very wide and the wrist restraints were attached to
ropes that were fixed to pulleys.  She pulled my
arms up so that I was suspended from the ceiling
spread eagle.

	I would have been nervous about the vulnerable
position I was in if I didn't trust Mss Gardener so
much.  She whispered in Sheila's ear before Sheila
asked me a question.  Her question was impossible to
answer correctly.  The question was, "Have you
stopped fucking little girls, yes or no?

	If I said yes that was an admission that I
fucked little girls.  If I said no that was an
admission that I was still fucking little girls.

	Any attempt to say anything but yes or no was
answered by a lash from a soft whip.  The whip was
not cutting my flesh but it was painful enough to
cause discomfort.  Shelia laid the lash across my
breasts, butt, the backs of my legs and even my
pussy as she walked around me demanding me to
answer her questions.  No matter what I said, it was
wrong.  She whipped me until my skin was red all
over.  Shelia attached clothespin like clamps to my
nipples that hurt so much that tears rolled down my
cheeks.

	At Ms Gardner's instructions Sheila stuck an
enema nozzle up my ass and released the clamp on
the hose.  I felt the warm water filling my bowel and
it felt cold on my lower tummy as the water bag
emptied.  When the bag was emptied she pulled the
nozzle out of my ass.  The two of them stepped back
as they told me to hold it until Shelia told me to let
go.  There was no way I could hold it very long.

	While Sheila was telling me to hold it, I could
not hold it any longer and the dirty water shot out
of my ass.  At the same time I lost control of my
bladder and peed all over the floor in front of me.
The shower was filled with the stink of my shit and
urine.  Mother and daughter turned on the showers
to wash the excrement down the drain.  Water was
splashing against my body from all directions.  The
dirty water running down my legs from my asshole
was flushed away by the shower.  When the shower
didn't stink anymore they turned the water off
before they came close to me.

	Sheila stuck a butt plug up my ass.  It was
designed so that my sphincter would close around
the base making it hard to expel without some
effort.  While I was adjusting to the discomfort of
such a large object up my ass Shelia produced a
rubber dildo that she rubbed against my pussy until
it was lubricated by my own pussy juice before she
stuck it in my pussy.  She fucked me with the dildo
until that was all I could feel.  I forgot all about the
pain of my skin and the plug up my ass.  I was feeling
like I was just one big clitoris that was on fire.
When I climaxed, juice flowed from my pussy.  I lost
control of my body and my bowel forced the butt
plug out.  The large rubber plug fell to the tile floor
with a thud sound that echoed against the walls of
the shower.

	When they let me down I was exhausted.  They
had to support me as they allowed me to sit on the
bench in the middle of the room.  While I was
recovering, Ms Gardner left the shower, only to
return with briefcase in hand.  When she opened it,
I saw that it contained a variety of cigars and a box
of wooden matches with a striker.

	She explained to Sheila that the best way to
moisten a good cigar was with the juices from a girl.
As she was talking she was taking a cigar from its
aluminum tube.  She rolled it between the fingers of
her hand gently before she smelled the aroma.  She
motioned to Shelia to select one of the cigars for
herself.  While Shelia was selecting one of the
cigars, Ms Gardner took hold of her cigar by the cut
end and stuck the closed end into my pussy and
shoved it in and out several times before she
withdrew it and smelled it again.

	While Shelia was opening her cigar, she rolled
it and smelled it as her mother had done.  When her
mother held the moistened cigar under her nose she
could smell my pussy juice over the acrid smell of
the aged tobacco leaf.  While Ms Gardner clipped
the butt of her cigar and lit it up, Sheila followed
her mother's example and fucked my pussy with the
butt of her cigar before clipping it and lighting up
too.  The two of them stood there puffing on their
cigars.  Ms Gardner obviously relished her cigar and
every now and then would stick the butt back in my
pussy for a little fresh juice.

	On the other hand it was obvious that Sheila
was a novice to smoking and coughed every time she
took a puff of the smoke.  She began to look a little
sick in no time.  That did not stop her from
moistening the butt and tasting my pussy juice.

	Ms Gardner reassured her daughter that in
time she would develop a taste for cigar smoke.
While I was drying my body and hair, Ms Gardner
used the intercom to instruct the maids to remove
the toilet paper from the bathrooms.  I had no idea
at the time why she would do that.

	It was not long after the dinner dishes had
been removed by the maid that I found out why she
had the toilet paper removed.  When she and Sheila
announced that they needed to use the bathroom
facilities they led me to the bathroom with them
and after they finished stinking up the bathroom
with their excrement, they made me use my mouth
to clean their pussies and assholes.  Any time they
needed to relieve themselves the rest of the
weekend, I was their toilet paper replacement.

	On Sunday Ms. Gardner had a dinner party for
a small group of friends.  I was used as the buffet
table for the food.  The guests sampled the food
placed on my naked body.  The women took
advantage of the opportunity to feel my tits and
probe my pussy.  When I was allowed to wash up and
circulate among the guests, I recognized Madam Wu.

	I boldly asked her if I could visit her because I
wanted her to tell me all about her family history.
Madam Wu was thrilled at my interest in her and
the fact that I was a young Caucasian girl.  While we
talked she stood next to me with her arm around my
waist and took every opportunity to slip a finger into
the crack of my ass.  It was agreed that I could
visit her the next weekend.

	I was full of excitement the following
Saturday as I took the bus into the city.  I found
her home without any trouble.  She had one of those
restored old Victorian homes on the hill overlooking
China Town.  When I rang the doorbell I was greeted
by a very sweet looking young Chinese lady.  When I
announced who I was she told me in a Chinese accent
that Madam Wu was expecting me and to follow her
to the parlor.

	When Madam Wu entered the room she looked
regal.  She still had her hair up just as she had the
night I had met her.  This day she had on her typical
Mandarin collared dress.  This one was in green silk
with colorful golden dragons on it.  Her trademark
jade bracelet was on her left wrist and matching
earrings.  She excused her maid with a request for
her to bring tea for us.

	She motioned for me to have a seat as she
gracefully sat in her chair with her ankles crossed,
knees turned to the side very ladylike.  She asked me
why I was interested in the history of her family.

	I told her that my family was only second
generation from Europe and I was fascinated to
learn about families that had lived in the area for
more than a hundred years.

	She smiled at me very sweetly because she was
very proud of her family history.  When the maid
brought in a tray with a tea pot, cups and a plate of
almond cookies, she poured us cups full of green tea.

	I sipped my tea and complimented her on the
taste of her tea.  She beamed with pride as she
thanked me before starting her story.

	She told me her family story started with the
1849 gold rush.  It took more than a year for the
news of the gold strike in California to cross the
Pacific Ocean and for the Chinese that had hopes of
striking it rich to sail back to San Francisco.  They
found out when they got here that they could not
buy land.  There were no jobs other than coolie labor
in the mines or building the Union Pacific Railroad.
As California filled up with thousands and thousands
of people, the demand for food and services began
to increase.  Her Great-Great-Grandfather came to
California and started growing vegetables and rice in
the swampy central valley on land no one wanted.  It
was not long before he had enough money to buy a
wife from China.

	In those days the Chinese were held on Angle
Island until they were cleared by customs.  There
were mail order brides, families and girls being sold
into the sex trade coming through Angle Island.  As
the family grew and the family resources grew, they
invested money in a number of ventures.  Banking for
the Chinese laborers was the first non-agricultural
ventures.  Her Great-Grandfather was one of the
first to open a restaurant in China Town.  In the
early days there were no anti-drug laws.  Whites
were drinking laudanum openly while the Chinese built
opium dens where they could smoke opium and sleep
it off while being looked after by people they could
trust.  Some white men and women got a rush out of
slipping into China Town and getting high in an opium
den.  The family was trusted by both the Chinese
and white communities so they operated a den until
drugs were outlawed.

	When the whites developed a taste for Chinese
cooking and started visiting China Town to eat, some
Chinese may have resented the whites coming in,
getting drunk and loud, but it made the family
richer.  When they finally were allowed to buy land
they bought rich soiled land in the central valley and
Salience valley to grow vegetables sold in the family
restaurant, then all over the country when
refrigerated freight cars were developed.  Madam
Wu was the only family member willing to devote her
life to the restaurant business.  Her brothers and
cousins controlled the agricultural business and
banking interests.  They don't advertise how much of
the local banking interests they own.  The white
businessmen might resent it and try to exclude them
if they knew how much they owned.

	Italians are very proud that Bank of America
started in San Francisco as the Bank of Italy.  It
would have shocked them to know how much of the
Chinese investment was.  They openly owned the
China Town Bank.  They never failed to take
advantage of any downturn in the economy to buy
stock in troubled banks.  They always used front
men to hide the fact that they were getting control
of banks.  Very few boards of directors ever knew
that the controlling interest was in the hands of one
Chinese family.

	Madam Wu confided that she had a master's
degree in business from Cal Berkley.  She
deliberately uses Pidgin-English for the tourists
while working at her restaurant.  They don't need to
know how educated she is.

	When I asked her about her personal life
Madam Wu gave me a warm smile.  She told me that
one of her aunts had introduced her to the joys of
lesbian sex when she was nine-years old.  The males
she knew were chauvinists and expected women to
stay home, raise children and keep their mouths
shut.  When she rebelled the brothers agreed that
she could run the restaurant.

	Her stock in the banking and agro-business
makes her wealthy without even counting the
revenue from the restaurant.  She deliberately
chooses to live well but not flaunt her wealth.

	When she finished telling her story the tea pot
was empty.  She casually asked me if I would like to
get high with her.  I had never used drugs before
but figured it would be sexy to find out what it was
like.

	She rang for her maid to remove the tea set
and bring her opium pipe.  She got out of her chair
and joined me on the couch while she waited for her
pipe to be brought to her.  She stroked my hair
lovingly because my hair is very fine.  She started
feeling my breasts because she was drawn to my
breasts.  My breasts are not much larger that a C+
but they are very large next to most oriental women.
She skillfully removed my blouse and bra so that she
could feel my breasts.  We were only interrupted
when the maid brought in the opium pipe and
materials needed to smoke it.

	She filled the little bowl of the long stemmed
pipe with pot and lit it with a butane-lighter.  She
held the precious smoke in her lungs as long as she
could before she expelled the almost invisible smoke.
Then she passed the pipe to me.  I held the long pipe
by the stem and inhaled the smoke.  I held the
smoke down as long as I could before coughing it
out.  We passed the pipe back and forth until it was
exhausted.  She placed the pipe on the table in front
of us.

	I was beginning to feel the results.  A feeling
of relaxed pleasure swept over my body.  I was
aware of what she was doing but it was as if I was
watching from another location.  She finished
undressing me.  When I was totally naked she
reached for her shoulder and unbuttoned her dress.
When she had the front open she folded back the
flap like a military uniform to expose her left tit.
For a woman her age she had a surprisingly youthful
tit.

	When I saw it I could not resist sucking on her
tit.  She stroked my hair while I sucked on her
nipple.  When she had enough of my sucking on her
tit she pressed on my shoulders until I slid to the
floor in front of her.  Her dress may have been
below the knee but the split up the side allowed her
to pull it aside to show me that she did not have
panties on.  I was thrilled at the sight of her pussy.
It did not have a lot of hair on it but all of it was
straight and pointing towards her opening.  I knew
what was expected of me.

	I placed my hands on her legs.  My right hand
was resting on bare flesh and the left hand was
resting on the cool silk dress.  It was very exciting
to lick and suck her pussy.  It smelled of sandal
wood along with the familiar odor of a female pussy.
She lied back against the back of her couch and
closed her eyes as she was consumed by the thrill of
sex.

	When she recovered from her climax she had
me stand up in front of her.  She seemed to be
pleased that my vulva was shaved clean.  There was
not showing as much as a pimple with a root of a hair
on it.  She sucked my pussy while I stood there
resting my hands on her head.  Just when I was
about to cum she stopped sucking my pussy.  I
wanted to protest and beg her to make me cum,
when she turned me around and bent me over at the
waist.  I caught my upper weight with my hands on
the table.

	She grasped my ass cheeks and spread them
apart.  She was extolling the beauty of my ass while
I would feel her warm breath on my asshole.  I knew
what she was about to do and pushed my ass
backwards to expatiate her rimming my asshole.
While she was doing that she reached under me and
stuck a couple of fingers up my pussy while using the
other two fingers to stimulate my clit.  There was no
stopping my climax this time.  I would have cum even
if she had stopped.

	When I came I could not support myself, so
Madam Wu pulled me back onto her lap.  I cuddled
up on her lap in a fetal position like a baby.  We
more or less drifted into a sleeping stupor for
awhile.  When we recovered I hated having to get
dressed and go home.  I knew I would have to visit
Madam Wu many more times.

	The next time I was invited to Ms Gardener's,
my mother was invited too without my knowledge.
As soon as I arrived Sheila assumed control and was
dressed up like a dominatrix.  I was not aware that
my mother was in another room watching everything
through one way glass.  I was subjected to all kinds
of humiliations at the hands of the younger girl.  I
was whipped and fucked with dildos both hand held
and strap-ons.  Cigars were wet in my pussy at her
discretion.  Cigar smoke was blown into my lungs,
pussy and asshole by Sheila.

	Sheila led me to the dining room where I lied
on the table to act as the buffet table again.  When
mother saw me lying on the table with food all over
my body, she picked up a plate and proceeded to fill
her plate with a variety of delicacies.  Before the
meal was over mother put on one of Ms Gardner's
strap-on dildos and fucked my ass using bean dip as
lubricant.

	Mom enjoyed making me her submissive sex
slave after that dinner.


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