Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2017 17:40:13 -0400
From: DarkSide
Subject: Isabel?s Slave

Isabel's Slave (F/F, D/s, Spanking, Slavery, Toys,  Consensual) By DarkSide
2015
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Isabel's Slave Chapter 1 - I am Isabel's slave. There is  nothing I wouldn't do for her. Nothing!
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I am  Isabel's slave. I never started out being a slave, but one day, it
just  happened. The funny thing is, I get paid for being a slave, in a
round-about way  that is.
My  name is Melissa, I am in my mid-twenty's and have jet black hair and
nice perky  tits; not large but not small either. I am slim with nice long
legs. I like my  body and I am comfortable with the way I look. I am also
comfortable with who I  am. Well, I am now.
I  started working for Isabel as a live in maid. She has quite a
high-powered job  and it takes a lot out of her every day of the week. She needs her
down time to  keep sane; as do we all. When we met, we got on very well; I
would say almost as  friends as much as an employer. You could say we hit it
off.
I had  been working for Isabel for almost a month, and in that time I
caught her in  various stages of undress. And didn't she just look gorgeous. Well
to me anyway.  I have always been attracted to women; but I love a good
cock as well, it has to  be said. However, in that time, my need for cock
decreased somewhat and my need  for pussy escalated; especially one pussy in
particular.
Isabel is gorgeous, she has long blonde hair, is medium build  with nice
legs. She is shorter than me but not by that much. She has wonderful,  I would
say, child-bearing hips. Her thighs are smooth and she even paints her
toenails.
Although she is my employer, first and foremost, I knew  nothing should
cross that line. Not from me anyway.
Like  I said, we got on as friends as well as having a good working
relationship. She  was definitely not herself that fateful night, she was a little
tipsy having  just come home from having a few drinks with her work
colleagues. Her patter was  not normal. She would jokingly start to order me to do
things for her. Take her  coat, get her a drink; which I duly complied with.
I was  standing in the kitchen washing up a few things when she approached
me from  behind. I felt her hand touch me and a whisper so faint that I had
to  concentrate hard to hear it. "I want you." Isabel said as she stood
behind me  fondling my bum.
I  hesitated. I looked in the darkened window which, by now, had become a
mirror  into her eyes. I said nothing.
"I  want you to lick my pussy," she said, a little louder this time.
That,  I definitely heard. I pushed my bum backwards towards her hand and
let out a  significant sigh of satisfaction. She grasped my bum harder,
pounding it with  the palm of her hand. I could feel the heat of her lust
permeate my skin. I  wanted her too, I had done for a while.
That  was when it all started. We became lovers and slowly but surely, I
became her  slave.
I am  not sure why I became her slave, I gradually fell into it. It was as
much  Isabel's domination and directness as it was my inclination to do as
much for  her as I could. It wasn't a role I would say that I was comfortable
with, but I  fell into it with gusto. It must have taken us about a month
after that night of  lust for her to become completely dominant and for me to
be the submissive slut  that she craved.
But  here we are. I am happy with my position and occasionally she treats
me to some  special time in the bedroom. But only if I have been a really
good girl. The  fact is, I love eating her pussy. It's wonderfully formed and
nestles nicely  between her firm, yet smooth, fleshy thighs. It's silky
smooth between my lips  and watching or listening to her have orgasms are to die
for.
Today  is Thursday and I know Isabel will be at the end of her tether. It's
close to  the end of the week, and I will surely be needed to help relax
her. When I hear  the key in the door, I know I must go to her. I meet her in
the entrance hall,  take her bags from her and place them in their place all
neat and tidy.
She  looks at me with a loving smile on her face. "Make me a drink, will
you. Wine,"  she says.
I  rush off to the kitchen to break open a new bottle of wine. Wine never
lasts  that long with Isabel and so a new bottle always has to be opened. I
return to  the lounge where I find Isabel relaxing in the brown leather
chair.
I  offer the wine and she takes it. Sips at the dark red liquid and places
it down  on the table next to the chair. She doesn't have to say anything. I
know what  she wants.
Isabel leans back into the chair making her bum slide partly  off it. I
kneel down in front of her and as she lifts her bum off the chair, I  slip her
dress back under her so that her pussy is completely exposed.
My  eyes feast on her naked pussy, and in one elegant move she relaxes into
the  chair. Her head rests backwards and she closes her eyes. Her thighs
rest on the  arms of the chair; first one and then the other. Her plump pussy
is ripe and  expecting to be pleasured.
I  first place my hands on her open thighs and relish in the feel of their
smoothness. I stroke them with the open palm of my hand; all the while
panting  with my own need to taste her pussy. Isabel's breath seems to
synchronies with  mine as we both anticipate each other's needs.
She  looks wonderful with her legs splayed so wantonly apart. I can't
resist the  sight of her like this and it's all I can do to make her anticipation
last as  long as possible. I know, deep down, she will punish me if I take
too long.
I let  my mouth creep ever so close to her pussy. I know she can feel the
heat of my  breath on her as I feel her sighs anticipating my touch. Finally,
my mouth  kisses her lips. I give her several small pecks on her lips, then
I plant kisses  all the way down her thigh before returning to her pussy. I
linger there for a  while, slowly dragging my tongue over her lips and
spreading them apart.
Isabel loves her lips being spread by my tongue. I feel her  hand reach for
my head. She twists my hair in her hand and caresses me. While I  am eager
to please her, she is also eager to extend her gratitude towards me and
encourage me. I don't need any encouragement in that way; though it's nice to
get the gentle pat on the head when I'm pleasing her.
My  tongue finally extends itself and I start to lick at Isabel's pussy.
Isabel  lifts her head and watches me. She has a dreamy look in her eyes, her
hand  extends to the back of my head and pulls me into her, gently. After a
while, she  relaxes her hand and lets me take control.
"Does  that taste good?" she asks.
I  think to myself, `Does it taste good?' What a stupid question that is,
but I  play her game. "Mmmm," I reply, lifting my head, "it tastes
wonderful."
Isabel watches me for a while, appreciating the way I lick  her, push my
tongue into her and plant kisses on her most special lips. She  continues to
play with my hair; occasionally she gasps and sighs as my efforts  torment
her.
I  watch and lick as Isabel arches her back and closes her eyes. Her head
faces  upwards and she grabs my hair and pulls me into her pussy. She holds
me there  for a while. The only action left open to me is to push my tongue
inside her  pussy. It's exactly what she wants. As my tongue intrudes her,
she thrusts her  bum off the seat and grinds her pussy into my face. Isabel
moans as she  breathes, as she thrusts and as she fucks my tongue.
I can  feel the lust build in her, I know she wants this release but she
must  wait.
She  once again looks down at me and relaxes her hold on my head. I catch a
glimpse  of her eyes. I know that look in her eyes. It's the look of
ownership; she owns  me and she is making me do her bidding. She knows that she
controls me; but she  also knows I won't let her down, I am the best.
"That's making my day much better," she tells me. "Lick it,  yeah, lick
it," she encourages.
I  start to lick her pussy in an up and down fashion. My tongue travels
from her  pussy lips to her clitoris and back down again. Several strokes later
and  Isabel's body is pulsing in unison to my licking. She keeps brushing
my hair  with her hand; gentle brushes now, just keeping my hair from my
face.
Suddenly, she lifts her bum off the chair and catches me  unawares. My
mouth is pushed into her pussy. I shake it from side to side and my  lips brush
hard on her clit. Isabel squirms under the intense touch. She starts  to
whimper and cry, occasionally letting out small streams of verbal
encouragement from her lips.
Her  pussy becomes wet and very sweet at the same time. It's almost
impossible to  lick it without sliding all over her. I lift myself slightly to
concentrate on  her clitoris. I know she loves this part; it's the part I love
too.
Again  Isabel whimpers as I place my tongue on her clit and then my lips
cover it. I  start to flick up and down; slowly at first, but then increasing
the speed  gradually. I suddenly stop and resort to long slow licks of her
pussy from  bottom to top. When I reach the top, I start to flick again.
"You're such a good little girl," I hear her say.
"No-one's better than you."
I  love to hear words like that. As soon as I register them, I start to
lick her  clit even faster. They spur me on, lift my resolve and make me want
to make her  cum.
Isabel grabs my hair and holds me steady; not on her pussy  but on her
clit.
"Make  me feel better," she says, "lick it up and down and then flick it."

Her  instructions are duly carried out. I lick her clit and occasionally
shake my  closed lips from side to side. Her plump thighs are wide open, just
how I like  them. Isabel is panting heavily.
Isabel squirms in delight as I bring her to orgasm. "That's a  good girl,"
she says as she moans and groans at me.
Her  orgasm is nearly there, she is teetering on that cliff edge and all it
takes is  the right movement to push her over. I know what that right
movement is, but  it's different every time.
Isabel, cannot stop thrusting her groin into me. I decide  that the right
movement this time is to clamp my mouth down on her clit and suck  it into my
mouth.
Expletives finally fill the air around us. Isabel explodes  and I love it.
I  love the sounds that come from her, her swearing is one of the most
horniest  sounds I hear when I am in this position. I keep licking her clit and
pussy as  best I can despite the bucking of her hips. Her legs are clamped
down on the  arms of the chair as she forcibly lifts herself off it. She
grabs my head and  this time I know there is no release until she is satisfied.
Isabel groans her  way to a series of small orgasms until that edge is
reached. With a loud and  extended gasp the word "FUCK" fills the air around us.
She finally holds her  breath as her orgasm washes over her.
I  don't know how long this will last, but I love it. She holds onto my
head until  she is sated. Eventually, Isabel releases me from her clutches.
I  don't want to move. I want to lick her some more. I want to lick up her
juices  that she has just forced out of her pussy. I want to stay exactly
where I am and  do the whole thing for a second time.
But  she lifts me up and kisses me full on the lips, tasting her own cum at
the same  time.
Isabel let's out one final sigh as she holds me. "Go and make  some food, I
'm starving," she tells me.
I  start to get up. "Hand me the wine will you," she instructs me.
I  reach for the wine and give it to her. She takes a huge gulp out of it
and rests  her head back into the chair. Her legs close, for now, and she
finally rests the  wine glass on the edge of the chair as her head flops
backwards and her eyes,  once more, close.
"And  after the meal, get the bath ready will you -- for two," she shouts.

As I  walk away towards the kitchen a smile spreads across my lips `for two,
' I heard  her say, `for two.' I must have done well for her to say that.
As soon as I  register delight at her words my mind also registers the
downside. No spanking  tonight then, I thought.

Isabel's Slave Chapter 2 - It's party time and Isabel needs  to get ready
fast. Well, not that fast really.
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"Yes  miss, I will make sure," said Melissa. She put the phone down and
went about her  tasks for the day. At six o'clock precisely Melissa was
preparing Isabel's  clothes that she would wear that evening. The dress was neatly
laid out on the  bed as was the selective undergarments and the shoes were
displayed at the  bottom of the bed.
Melissa entered the shower room and switched on the shower.  It was a
luxurious shower room with all the mod cons. The shower itself was a  huge
walk-in one. As she turned on the shower, Melissa heard the door open  downstairs.

The  obligatory, "I'm home," cry, permeated the house. Isabel had arrived,
thought  Melissa.
Isabel dropped her briefcase on the floor of the lounge and  by the time
she reached the bedroom Melissa was waiting for her. Melissa quickly  grabbed
her jacket as Isabel swirled her body to release it. The next garment to  be
discarded was the white-office shirt. Melissa took the shirt after Isabel
had  undone all the buttons. Isabel was undoing her watch as Melissa unzipped
her  pencil skirt. The skirt fell to the floor. Melissa then hooked her
thumbs into  her knickers and slipped them off. When they too reached the
floor, Melissa  unrolled each hold-up stocking as Isabel kicked off her heels.
Isabel looked at the clothes she had asked Melissa to  prepare. High heels
again, she thought, as she wondered whether to change them.  She had better
not, her work colleagues would be disappointed, she  thought.
Melissa stood up and let Isabel tip toed out of her discarded  clothes. As
soon as Isabel was clear, they were quickly picked up and placed  into the
laundry basket. That would be a job that Melissa would do that evening.
Isabel headed for the shower; the already running water had  heated up the
glass nicely. Melissa grabbed a towel and started to follow Isabel  into the
bathroom.
"Get  undressed," Isabel ordered, "then bring the towel."
Melissa did as she was told, grabbed the towel and waited  outside the
shower cubicle for Isabel to finish so that she could dry her  off.
Isabel poured shower cream all over her and relished the  luxuriousness of
her surroundings. With her head upwards, she let the water flow  onto her
face and over her body. She washed and allowed the water to soak her
completely. She responded to its heat.
Isabel turned to look out through the glass at Melissa. She  saw her
wonderful curves and she leant back against the wall. She reached up to  change
the direction of the shower head slightly so that the water still flowed  over
her.
Isabel's hand wandered to her breast. She started to stroke  it and slide
the palm of her hand over her nipple. She did the same with her  other hand.
Her right hand eventually found its way to her pussy and she started  to
stroke it with her fingertips. As her fingers started to play, they found  the
ir way inside her labia. She stroked there for a long time until, through
dreamy eyes, she said, "Melissa, get in here now."
Melissa placed the towel on the heated rail and entered the  shower. She
was a little uncertain as to Isabel's mood, though her instructions  were very
firm indeed.
Isabel turned to face the wall, she placed her hands in front  of her face
and splayed her legs apart. Her arse was beautifully exposed and up  for the
taking.
"Lick  me."
Melissa knelt on the shower floor and started to lick at  Isabel's pussy.
"Not  my pussy, you fucking idiot, my anus."
Melissa stopped immediately and transferred her mouth and  tongue a few
centimeters to lick at Isabel's anus. With her hands she pried her  arse apart
and then, with gusto, she extended her tongue and let it push all the  way
into Isabel's arse.
Isabel groaned.
"All  the way in girl, that's it."
It  was at this point that Isabel would have loved to have had two slaves
not one.  She had another itch and that just had to be scratched at the same
time. Two  people would have been nice.
"Finger me as well."
Melissa extended her left hand through Isabel's thighs and  started to
finger her pussy. She pushed one finger in at first and then another.
Isabel's resolve was weakening and her orgasm was fast  approaching. She
pushed her arse backwards towards Melissa as her hands slowly  slipped down
the wall. Suddenly, as she realised her orgasm was about to  explode, she
buckled at the knees and slipped on top of Melissa. She quickly  reached behind
her to keep Melissa's head on her anus as she experienced a mind  blowing
orgasm.
By  the time her orgasm was over, Isabel was gasping for air and sitting on
the  shower floor looking at the wall. Melissa was behind her against the
glass.  Water was pouring onto both of them. Eventually, they both got up and
Melissa  headed out of the shower. She dried herself and then picked up
Isabel's towel in  preparation.
Isabel finished with more shower gel before stepping out of  the shower.
Melissa covered her in the towel and then started to dry her off;  not an inch
was missed. Melissa patted Isabel's breasts gently, lusting after  them and
her tongue slipped from her mouth to lick her upper lip as she slowly
circled the towel around them.
"You  want to suck on them don't you?" Asked Isabel.
Melissa nodded, never taking her eyes off Isabel's  nipples.
"Go  on then, you deserve it."
Melissa dipped her head and rolled a nipple in her mouth and  then sucked
on it; soon after, she did the same to the other one.
Isabel sighed with the exquisite touch of Melissa's lips. She  watched
Melissa devour her nipples; snaking her mouth across her breasts from  one
nipple to the next each time rolling her tongue over it and sucking it into  her
mouth.
Isabel watched in amazement at the pleasure Melissa was  getting from it. "
I have to get ready," she said eventually.
Melissa stopped immediately, raised her head and left to get  Isabel's
clothes ready. Melissa helped Isabel to get dressed; finally standing  there in
admiration at the way her mistress was clothed.
Isabel turned to leave, and while half way through the door,  she stopped
dead in her tracks. A smile crept across her face. She turned to  look back
at Melissa who was now tidying up the room. She looked at her watch;  she had
a good ten minutes before the taxi would arrive, she thought. Isabel
headed back into the room and opened her lower draw of the bedside cabinet. The
horny drawer as she called it. She pulled out a large jelly like vibrator
and  swung it in her hands for Melissa to see.
"On  the bed, on all fours," she commanded.
Melissa crept onto the bed.
Isabel came up behind her and played the vibrator across her  pussy lips
lubricating them. She couldn't resist a peck on Melissa's bum as she  did so.
After a few strokes she pushed the vibrator up against Melissa's cunt  and
thrust it home. She was wet and probably horny, thought Isabel. The vibrator
 sunk in without any trouble. Isabel switched it on and she felt the buzz
in her  right hand. She thrust it in and out of Melissa's cunt several times;
on every  few thrusts she would turn up the volume.
Melissa started to moan and groan as she was fucked. Her hand  and arms
flopped down on the bed elevating her arse in the air; her head came to  rest
on the bed and her muffled sounds were pushed through the duvet.
Melissa's orgasm was fast approaching. She could feel it  building with
every thrust, she wasn't expecting to be treated this way so early  in the
evening. That was until Isabel pulled the vibrator from her pussy and  switched
it off; placing it on the bed next to Melissa.
Melissa wanted to complain at the sudden extraction and  complete loss of
her orgasm. But she dared not. In her mind the words `NO' cried  out but
they were immediately curtailed; nothing escaped her mouth except for a  mild
whimper. A cry of pity at why she was being punished after all the nice
things she did for Isabel earlier.
"Were  you close?" Asked Isabel.
Melissa nodded.
"How  close?"
"Very  close indeed, nearly there!" replied Melissa.
"And  then I pulled it out and stopped it."
"Yes."
"Do  you think I am a bad person?"
"No,  no you're not bad."
Isabel smiled at the sheer strength of her obedience. It was  such a turn
on knowing that someone like Melissa doted on her hand and foot.  Isabel
watched her as she stayed on all fours, not moving an inch.
"I've  a good mind to finish you off," she said eventually.
The  doorbell rang.
"Too  late," said Isabel. "When I get home at twelve, I want you in my bed
wearing  that chemise nightgown I bought you. Is that clear?"
Melissa nodded.
Isabel left the room and was heading for the stairs when she  remembered
one final detail. "Oh! Melissa," she shouted.
Melissa came to the door of the bedroom.
"I  want you to masturbate continuously from about eleven o'clock onwards.
I want  you soaking wet when I get home. OK!"
"Yes  mistress."
"And  you had better not come."
Melissa knew those words were coming. An hour of masturbation  and not
having an orgasm was hard for Melissa, it was so easy for her to orgasm.  At
times, she only had to look at her pussy in the shower room mirror and she
would be on the verge of an orgasm. She loved the feel of water on her pussy
and  often she would play the shower head over her clit as she watched
herself. She  would be having a shower later, she hoped she would be able to
curtail her urge  and wait for her mistress.
She  would have to, she thought.

Isabel's Slave Chapter 3 - Isabel brings home a friend.  Melissa has to be
nice to her as well.
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Saturday saw Melissa at home and, as it happened, on her own.  It was one
of those days. She busied herself with all the chores that had to be  done
before going out for a walk in the park. It was a beautiful day, she  thought,
as she looked through the window.
Isabel had left the house at about twelve midday. She was out  with
friends, that's all Melissa was told. Presumably, friends that were made  the
previous evening, thought Melissa.
The  day passed and Melissa was still alone when she got back from her
walk.
At  six thirty in the evening she read a text from Isabel. It read, `Home
at 8 --  N+C&C -- get ready.'
Melissa studied the text, not because of the cryptic nature  of it, she
knew what that meant. She studied the text remembering the last time.  A broad
smile crept across her face.
Melissa decided to shower and get herself ready. She spent  ages in the
shower; but unlike the other night she didn't have to masturbate or  wonder
what punishment she would get if she were to have an orgasm. She spent  some
time pleasuring herself as she always did. She loved doing that under the
shower.
With  seven thirty approaching she got herself ready in case Isabel was
home early.  Melissa had decided to dress in the required way, as instructed,
and then go  downstairs and wait. Later that afternoon she had prepared some
finger food in  case Isabel was hungry. All this was placed on the coffee
table in the lounge  with Isabel's favorite Gin and Tonic; a Tanqueray No.10.
Melissa looked at herself in the full length mirror in the  passageway
between the lounge and the front door. Suddenly there was a rattling  on the
door and it opened with a crash. Isabel was standing there giggling, a  little
worse for wear, if Melissa was allowed to have an opinion. She looked at
her mistress.
Isabel smiled at her. "Go on in," she said, as she stepped to  one side
and made way for her friend to enter the house.
Melissa started to cover up, it was an automatic  reaction.
"Don't be shy," said Isabel, "come here."
Melissa walked towards Isabel. She was dressed exactly to the
instructions.
Isabel closed the door, eventually, and then grabbed the  leather tab at
the end of the short chain that connected to Melissa's black  studded collar.
"Melissa," she said, "this is Amy. She's feeling a little  under the
weather tonight, so be nice to her." Melissa smiled and  nodded.
"Amy,  this is Melissa," she told her friend.
Isabel then handed Amy the chain. "She's now yours for a  while. I will
leave her in your capable hands and imagination for a  while."
Melissa shot a concerned look at Isabel but it was ignored.  Isabel walked
into the lounge. "Oh! Melissa this is wonderful," she said as she  picked
up a few bites to eat and then just as quickly headed for the shower and
bedroom. "I'll be back in a moment, " she shouted, "just going to have a
quick  shower and get changed."
Amy  held the chain tightly, not exactly knowing what to do with it. She
looked  Melissa up and down more than once.
Melissa started to realize that Amy was not used to this. The  scenario was
alien to her. She decided she would have to prompt her; make her  feel at
home. Amy felt more than a little uncomfortable, until that is, Melissa
spoke to her.
Melissa smiled and cocked her head to one side; straightening  it she said,
"can I get you anything, mistress," emphasizing the `mistress'  element.
Amy  registered the word and looked at her. "You can get me a plate of
food. That  would be nice," she replied.
Melissa stood there taking in the politeness of Amy's  response, "You will
have to lead me to the table," she said,  eventually.
Amy  could not take her eyes off Melissa. This black haired beauty was
standing stark  naked in front of her sporting just a dog collar and chain. What'
s more, was  that she was told that she was hers, to do with what she
wanted. She was well  out of her comfort zone.
Amy  pulled on the chain and led Melissa to the table. Melissa followed.
"There, how's that," she said to Melissa.
Melissa looked at her, "order me," she said, "it works better  that way. I
won't mind."
Amy  looked at Melissa and smiled. "Get me a plate of food, now..." she
said, as she  yanked the chain downwards towards the food and then let it go a
little to give  Melissa some room for maneuver.
Melissa jerked suddenly, she then picked up a plate and  placed several
items on it; mostly vol-au-vent style food with some sandwiches.  She handed
the plate back to Amy.
"Reach me that drink, and what is it?" asked Amy.
Melissa bent forward and reached over the table for the drink  telling her
what it was at the same time. As Melissa grasped the drink, she  gasped out
loud as Amy's hand came down on her backside and spanked her. It was  a loud
slap; the noise reverberated throughout the house.
Melissa's right cheek burnt for a while, but she prided  herself that she
did not let out an uncontrolled yelp. She never spilt the drink  either, and
she raised herself with everything intact and handed the drink to  Amy.
Amy  placed the drink and food down on the side table next to the chair.
She looked  back at Melissa.
"I  think I am a little overdressed," she said.
No  more needed to be said and Melissa started to undress Amy. First the
skirt was  unbuttoned, unzipped and the dropped to the floor, then came the
blouse, bra and  finally the knickers. Amy kicked her own shoes off which
ended up close to the  table with the food on it.
Amy  sat back down on the leather chair and picked up her drink, she sipped
it.  Lifting a vol-au-vent off the plate, she slipped it into her mouth and
chewed on  it. She reached out for the chain and yanked it downwards,
taking up the slack  as she did so. Eventually, Melissa was on her knees in front
of Amy.
"Lick  my pussy." She said as she opened her thighs.
Melissa never looked Amy in the eye at all. She just extended  her neck so
that she could reach Amy's pussy from where she knelt and then  extended her
tongue as well. She flicked at it.
"Yeah, fucking lick that pussy," Amy commanded. She was  getting the hang
of it, she thought.
Amy  picked up a few more bites of food and started to eat as Melissa
licked her. At  one point she forced her tongue into a salmon paste vol-au-vent
as Melissa's  tongue forced its way into Amy's cunt. It was a wonderful dual
act that Amy  deliberately put into place. As she sucked on the salmon
paste, she thrust her  pussy into Melissa's face.
Amy  and Melissa were unaware that Isabel was watching them from the corner
of the  room. She had finished her shower and was now dressed in a long
black chemise  see-through gown. Isabel picked up some food on a plate as she
crossed the room  to sit on the sofa to one side of them.
Isabel sat down and ate. She was hungry, very hungry. After  reaching for
some more food, she sat back in the sofa and watched; eating with  one hand
and playing with her pussy with the other. She picked up a smoked  aubergine
snack and threw it into her mouth. She moaned. For once, it wasn't a  sexual
moan, the food was pure heaven.
Amy  started to watch Isabel but she was highly distracted with Melissa's
expertise.  She popped another bite of food into her mouth, took a huge sip
of the drink  then placed her hand behind Melissa's head and pulled her into
her pussy. She  started to buck her hips so that her pussy rubbed along her
mouth and tongue.  The chain fell to the floor.
Isabel reached over and picked up the chain. She started to  pull on it;
just enough to tighten it; enough to let Melissa know that there was  someone
else holding onto the chain.
Amy  was moaning loudly, expletives emanated from her lips as she pulled
Melissa into  her. Melissa was doing her best to bring her to orgasm, but she
hadn't been told  to make her cum. Melissa flicked at her pussy lips and
clit, sucked on her pussy  and pushed her tongue into her cunt. She did
everything to bring her close.  Amy's hands were encouraging her to lick more,
faster and her bucking motion  encouraged Melissa to follow her movements.
While  Amy was sucking in some much needed air, she let out one final
instructional  cry, "suck on my clit."
Melissa opened her mouth and was about to suck her clit into  her mouth.
Suddenly, she was yanked away, her head veered to the left as she was
horribly removed from her prize. Her knees and legs followed the source of the
force that moved her. She finally fell to the floor; she could not move as fast
 as the chain was being pulled.
Amy  never had a chance to complain, though her outrage at suddenly being
extricated  of all pleasure was noticeable. Her orgasm subsided, gradually;
her fingers were  not enough to keep the surge moving forwards. Amy stared at
Isabel who had  yanked the chain; gasping for more air at the same time.
Melissa raised herself up and looked into the eyes of her  mistress,
Isabel.
"Lick  me, now..." she insisted.
Melissa never hesitated. She crawled between Isabel's legs  and started to
lick her pussy. She started doing all the same kind of  pleasure-giving
moves with her tongue, that Amy had just received. The taste,  however, was
different. Isabel's pussy was more fragrant, probably due to the  shower gel
that she had used earlier. Melissa licked her mistress' pussy with  energy and
relief. Relief, that she was finally sucking a pussy that she knew  and was
familiar with. She knew exactly how Isabel would react, what she wanted  and
how long it would take.
Isabel started to moan and groan at the intrusion of  Melissa's tongue. She
wanted it all inside her. She had watched enough pussy  licking between Amy
and Melissa and now she wanted to feel it all happen to her.  She too,
thrust her pussy into Melissa's face. Melissa responded by taking her  clit into
her mouth and gently sucking on it. She knew what this would do to  Isabel.
She then started to flick her clit with her tongue and occasionally slip
the flat of her tongue over the whole length of her pussy lips before
returning  to her clit.
Isabel was on a high and it was getting much higher. Unlike  Amy, Isabel
pulled on the chain to drag Melissa's tongue and mouth closer to her  pussy.
She pulled on it until Melissa could hardly move. Isabel then slowly  fucked
her mouth in an up and down motion. This was it, thought Melissa, this  was
what she so fondly remembered when she received that text earlier in the
day. The whole experience of Isabel holding her tight and fucking her mouth
was  out of this world.
Isabel cried out, her head was flung backwards in open  abandonment of her
orgasm. She pulled on the chain and thrust her arse up and  down. Her pussy,
sliding effortlessly across Melissa's wet face.
Apart  from thrusting her fingers into her pussy and watching Isabel's
orgasm build,  Amy could do nothing. She watched, with some admiration, for how
Isabel's orgasm  was building, as the pair fucked themselves to oblivion.
Isabel's orgasm was the best. At the point of it tipping her  over the
edge, she had raised her arse completely into the air, her heels dug  into the
soft leather and her whole body was raised upwards. It was all Melissa  could
do to stay in contact with her pussy. A little while after the point of no
return, Isabel let go of the chain. It fell onto the sofa.
Melissa had become detached from Isabel's pussy as her  movements became
more and more exaggerated. She slipped from the sofa in the  knowledge that
what she had done was exactly what Isabel had required. She  looked up at her
mistress with open eyes. She was contented.
If  Amy could have grasped the chain she would have. Instead she played
with herself  watching Isabel come down from her orgasm. She was amazed at how
hard she had  cum and wondered whether it was all Melissa's doing or the
situation or  both.
Isabel eventually recovered.
"She  is my lovely toy, don't you agree, Amy?" She asked, looking at
Melissa.
"I  want to cum so badly," replied Amy.
Isabel smiled at her, bit her lower lip, pulled on it with  her teeth and
let it go. "Did I interrupt anything -- important," she  said.
Amy  shot her a disdained look and sighed, shaking her head in the
process.
Isabel got up from the sofa reached for the chain and tossed  it to Amy.
"I'm  going to get your favorite friend Melissa," she said, "Amy you have
until I get  back, then she's mine again."
Amy  smiled.
Melissa smiled, but for very different reasons.

Isabel's Slave Chapter 4 - The night is not over for Melissa,  the sex is
only just beginning and this time it's personal.
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Amy  stared at Melissa, the huge grin on her face was almost unbelievable
as she  watched her mistress leave the lounge.
Amy  decided to put things in order. She yanked at the chain and Melissa's
whole body  turned to face Amy.
Amy  stood up, she took the remnants of her drink in her hand and gulped it
down.
"On  the floor -- now," she commanded, "with your head next to the chair."
Melissa did as she was told. She crept over to the chair and  laid flat on
the floor, face up. She watched as Amy straddled her. Looking down  on her,
Amy brought the chain upwards and took in the slack.
Melissa's head lifted from the floor slightly.
Amy  held it there for a moment before letting her head rest once more on
the floor.  Amy bent down and sat on Melissa's stomach. She reached behind
her and pushed a  finger into her wet, waiting cunt. Melissa moaned at the
pleasant intrusion. She  would have liked to have told Amy to finger-fuck her,
but she was not the one  supposed to be telling anyone what to do.
Nevertheless, Amy finger fucked Melissa as she reached behind  her. Amy's
breasts were heaving as she breathed in unison with her thrusts. She  could
see Melissa was getting worked up; her gasps were coming in short sharp
bursts, and she was even insolent enough to raise her bum off the floor in an
attempt to get more of Amy's finger inside her.
Amy  went along with the pretense of giving pleasure until she could see
that Melissa  was getting really close. Amy removed her finger, though Melissa
never objected.  Amy offered her finger to Melissa to suck on.
Melissa licked Amy's finger clean only to find it was  expertly replaced
with her pussy as it was withdrawn in one smooth motion.  Melissa started to
lick Amy's pussy for a second time that night. She had her  tongue right
inside her cunt when Amy sat down on her face.
Without asking, Melissa let her hands fondle Amy's arse and  she brought
both of them to bear on her plump flesh. Within minutes, her finger  was
pushing inside Amy's anus and she synchronized the movement of her finger  with
her tongue. Both intruded Amy at the same time and with the same  pace.
Amy  placed both her hands on the arms of the chair, only this time she was
careful  to keep hold of the chain, pulling it upwards so that Melissa's
face was tight  against her pussy. She had learned one thing from Isabel that
evening and that  was to a keep a tight rein on her slave.
Amy  was moaning as Melissa fucked and licked her pussy. She pulled the
chain tighter  in an attempt to pull Melissa right inside her but it wasn't
working. She  eventually changed position a little to allow Melissa access to
her clit.
It  was the most beautiful feeling in the world. Melissa had automatically
changed  her posture and started to lick and suck Amy's clit. It took Amy
over the edge,  almost immediately. Her hands pushed hard into the arms of the
sofa. She was  panting as she took in vast volumes of air and her stomach
was clenching in  rapid bursts.
Amy's  orgasm engulfed her as she knelt over Melissa's face and, even
though she had  released the chain, Melissa kept up her licking and sucking
motions on Amy's  clit. With one final gasp of air, Amy drenched Melissa's
face. Her female  cum-juice splattered from her pussy and covered Melissa as she
sucked, forcing  Melissa to stop and swallow the fluid before replacing her
tongue on Amy's  pussy.
More  juices flowed out of Amy's cunt and onto Melissa.
"Impressive..."
The  voice was Isabel's. She was standing behind Amy, slightly to one side
of her  when she saw the sudden gush of fluid attempting to drown Melissa.
"Are  you still alive, Melissa?" she asked.
Melissa nodded, supported by a slight sound indicating that  she was still
alive.
Amy  was still panting and holding onto the chair, allowing her orgasm to
subside as  she glanced sideways at Isabel.
"Fuck  me!" she exclaimed.
Isabel was standing there proud of her eight inch cock that  was strapped
to her body.
"No,"  replied Isabel, "not you, Melissa."
Amy  was slightly disappointed but made the effort to climb off Melissa's
body,  letting her get up from the floor. Amy knelt by her side as Melissa
rose.
Isabel reached out to Melissa and placed her hand on the back  of her head,
she guided her in for a lingering kiss as she tasted the juices on  her
face.
"You  know what to do," said Isabel.
Melissa headed for the sofa. She knelt on it and placed her  hands and head
on the top of the sofa. She fell forward onto the sofa and rested  there,
her breasts and nipples brushing gently across the fine leather.
Isabel stepped up to Melissa and stroked her bum with her  right hand, she
let it fall to the underside and then slipped it between her  legs. Her
fingers brushed against her pussy lips and one of them accidentally  slipped
inside.
"No  need to get you wet is there," she joked.
There  was no way Melissa needed to get wet, her pussy was more than ready
for the cock  that was about to penetrate her. In fact, she eagerly awaited
it. It was the  only cock that she got these days, since her enslavement to
Isabel. But it was  the only cock she really needed.
Melissa felt the silicone at her entrance as Isabel moved it  up and down
over her pussy. Melissa closed her eyes in anticipation and sighed  at the
touch. She felt it intrude, but only slightly at first, then an inch or  so
penetrated her.
Isabel was smiling profusely. She had inserted her cock an  inch into
Melissa's pussy, in a covert kind of way, slipping it in under the  wetness of
her cunt. She slid it in and out for a while making sure that it  would not
snag on the folds of her pussy. She knew exactly what she would do  next and
she knew the result it would have on Melissa.
Melissa cried out loud. The word, "Fuck," left her mouth  quickly in the
form of a gasp and then a sharp intake of breath. Suddenly, the  whole eight
inches were inside her.
Isabel relished the thought of fucking her huge cock into  Melissa's cute
little cunt. It went right in, up to the hilt, in one sharp  thrust. Isabel
left it there so that Melissa could relish its size. It filled  her fully.
Without warning, Isabel pulled it out to within an inch and then  thrust it
all the way in again. Melissa gasped a second time.
Melissa wanted to cry out and tell Isabel what she wanted her  to do with
her cock, but that would have been inappropriate. After all, Isabel  was her
mistress. What Melissa wanted was to feel the cock pound her into
submission and give her the orgasm she so desperately wanted. She wanted Isabel  to
push her into the sofa, grab her hair and pull her head back forcibly, then
to fuck her to within an inch of her life.
Melissa never said a word.
Amy,  however, did. "Fuck the little slut, Isabel," she cried, "let the
fucker have it  all."
Isabel didn't need to be told how to fuck Melissa, she knew  exactly how
she would do that. Isabel finally grabbed Melissa's hips and pulled  her
backwards in unison to her forward fucking motion. The cock penetrated  Melissa
deeply. Every thrust was accompanied with a grunt or a scream of  pleasure,
never a satisfied sigh or whimper.
Melissa was getting fucked, no messing.
"Fuck, make her cum Isabel. I want to see if she gushes." The  sound was
from Amy behind her.
Amy's  hands had come up behind Isabel and she was stroking her tits as
Isabel pounded  into Melissa. The touch was light; anything too heavy would
have interrupted her  flow and thrusting technique.
"I  wish I was doing that," said Amy, "I really do."
Isabel had started grunting now as she pushed even harder  into Melissa.
Melissa was sobbing quietly as her face was buried in the  back of the
leather sofa. She was fast approaching her orgasm and she hoped,  just hoped,
that Isabel would not detect that she was close to her orgasm and  pull out of
her. It was something that Isabel was prone to doing on the odd  occasion.
Amy  was beside herself as she watched Melissa climb the virtual orgasmic
hill to  satisfaction. Amy was in two minds: at first she wanted it to be her
doing the  fucking then, on second thoughts, she wanted it to be her being
fucked. She  didn't particularly care whether Melissa or Isabel were the
ones doing the  fucking.
Liquid started to flow down Melissa's legs. She was dripping  wet. Her cum
cream was getting everywhere. The toy was coated liberally with it  and
Isabel could see the extent of her wetness every time she pulled it  backwards.
Isabel thrust it in some more. Every now and then Isabel would push  it in
and move it only a few inches, leaving the cock to rub against the walls  of
her cunt.
The  action took Melissa over the edge. When she was certain her orgasm
would break  upon her, she cried out. "Fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard," she
shouted. "Pull  my fucking hair, take me..."
Isabel was a little late on the hair pulling, but when she  heard the words
she quickly grabbed Melissa's hair and yanked her head backwards  off the
sofa. With her back arched as far as it would go, Melissa came.
It  was one huge orgasm but the fucking didn't stop when her orgasm
started. Isabel  continued to fuck into her until she was satisfied that Melissa
had experienced  everything there was to experience.
As  soon as Amy saw that Melissa was cumming, she joined in with the
fucking motion,  pretending to take Isabel from behind. She pushed her pussy into
Isabel's arse,  putting her off her stride at first until Isabel got used to
it. Her hands  eventually came up onto Isabel's breasts and she cupped
them, squeezing her  nipples in the process between her forefinger and thumb.
Isabel cried out at the sudden pain.
"Let  me fuck her now," said Amy.
Isabel was breathing quite heavily after the exertion. She  pulled the cock
from Melissa and stood back letting her recover.
Melissa was grinning when she turned around.
Unexpectedly, she jumped up towards Isabel and kissed her  full on the
lips. "Thank you for letting me cum," she said.
"Let  me fuck her -- please," Amy repeated.
Isabel unstrapped the device and held the cock in her hands.  She looked at
Amy and then at Melissa. The words `Let me fuck her' and `Thank  you for
letting me cum' played as a video in her mind. She still felt the pain  in
her nipples.
Isabel gave the strap-on to Melissa. "You can fuck Amy," she  said, "Take
her and don't let her squirm out of it. Pound into her, good and  proper and
fuck her very hard. I will be watching you."
Her  words hung in the air as Melissa took the strap-on from Isabel.
Melissa looked  at Amy.
Amy  was dumbfounded, she could not believe the words uttered by Isabel,
but she knew  she would not cross her. She looked at Melissa and then down at
the strap-on  that was now hanging from her groin. Melissa was tightening
the last straps,  pulling the cock erect.
"Where do you want me?" she asked, pouting.

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