It was somewhat before 7:00 am when I woke up. It was dark in my room, but I could hear the soft breathing of a sleeping female in my bed and I could feel one of her legs draped over mine, as well as one of her hands resting limply on my torso, just between my breasts.
"Nat?"
I asked groggily, assuming that the identity of my bedmate was my teenage neighbor, Natasha Sorokko. I didn't remember last night very well, but Natasha was sort of my official lover these days, even though I was ostensibly straight.
"Wugh?"
the female replied sleepily. She was half-awake and very inarticulate, however, I still recognized Natasha's voice.
My relationship with Natasha was complicated. I was supposed to be her lesbian sex-slave, and she was supposed to be my mistress. She was also supposed to be my girlfriend. As a result, sometimes she was very cruel and strict with me, other times she was very kind and affectionate.
As part of my "slave training" I'm supposed to be tied spread-eagle every night, so there's no danger of me touching myself and masturbating to orgasm. Apparently, Natasha and I had fallen asleep the night before, and the requisite bondage had just never happened.
Fragments of the previous night came back to me as I became more awake.
Chloe had gone to bed, while Natasha and I went into my room and talked for hours. Of course, Natasha was fully clothed, while I was stark naked. That was also part of my slave training.
At some point in the evening, Natasha had me kneel in front of her and she unzipped her jeans and pulled down her pants and ordered me to use my tongue on her swollen pubic lips.
Natasha is eighteen years old and her appetite for sex is superhuman. After I had licked her to one orgasm, she stripped completely naked, grabbed my head in her hands and ordered me to use my mouth on her on her once again.
I lapped at her pussy and sucked at her clit, and thrust my tongue up into her dripping-wet sex as she gasped, moaned and pulled on my hair.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember how many times I licked Natasha to orgasm. She was a very demanding lover. At some point, I must have worn her out and she collapsed, exhausted from too many shuddering, breathtaking orgasms.
I must have collapsed from exhaustion as well.
I didn't remember turning out the lights, but my room was encased in inky-black darkness. The only illumination came from the digital time display on my nightstand.
"Nat, you want coffee?" I groggily asked the naked teenager, but her only response was to mutter something that sounded like,
"Ahhlluhhngh?"
With great difficulty, I managed to untangle myself from Natasha's body. She had long arms and legs, and, even though she was sleeping, she squirmed and wriggled about blindly as I got out of bed, making my progress awkward and difficult.
Naked, I padded into the kitchen and began the process of making coffee. When it was done brewing, I poured a mug for Natasha, and there was a sudden pulsing between my legs. Something about being naked and preparing coffee to serve my mistress made me feel deliciously subservient and enslaved.
I wasn't even taking the modirall anymore, but my libido was still heightened and intense. Being submissive, powerless or overpowered all seemed to trigger a sexual arousal reaction in me. This was something new. That never happened before I started taking modirall, but now my supply of the experimental drug had run out, and yet my strange sexual cravings for helplessness and vulnerability were just as potent as ever.
There was probably some sort of medical, chemical or psychological explanation that would explain all of that, but whatever. My sex drive was more powerful than ever. I was adrift in an ocean of orgasmic tidal waves, all day, every day. It was enthralling. I wasn't overly concerned about the underlying cause, just so long as my sex-drive remained at superhuman levels.
Naked and barefoot, I padded back into my bedroom, holding a mug of coffee for my mistress. The room was still dark, but the hallway was illuminated. I left the bedroom door open and allowed light to come in from the hallway.
Natasha's eyes were still closed, and she appeared to be asleep. It seemed to me that a slave wouldn't have the authority to wake up a free woman who was sleeping, so I decided to set down her mug of coffee on the nightstand nearest her head.
I knelt down first, being careful not to spill any liquid over the edge of the mug, and was about to set the mug down when Natasha opened her eyes and saw me kneeling there.
"What's this?" Natasha murmured groggily.
"I brought you coffee," I whispered gently, then after a moment's thought, I added, "Mistress."
I straightened my arms out as I extended the mug towards my girlfriend and saw her face break into an elated smile.
"A beautiful, naked slave-girl bringing me coffee in bed," Natasha replied, as she reached out and took the mug from my hands, "This is the best morning ever."
After she was a little more awake, Natasha and I discussed the fact that she had fallen asleep without tying me to the bed last night. She blamed herself for not tying me up the night before.
"Chloe doesn't need to know about this," Natasha told me confidentially, "I don't want her to think I'm somehow unfit to be your mistress."
Of course I agreed.
Normally, Chloe takes care of my morning grooming, however, Natasha declared that morning she'd wash me, shampoo me, shave me etc. Chloe doesn't think that slaves should be allowed to groom themselves, as there's a risk of them masturbating if they're given any degree of privacy.
Natasha stood in the shower behind me and proceeded to wash my naked body once we were both soaking wet.
My teenage neighbor grabbed a bottle of bodywash and lathered and rubbed and teased my every inch of my naked body. Her hands roamed all over my back, she washed my neck, then my chest. She lingered forever on my naked breasts, running her slippery hands over my nipples until they felt inflamed, swollen and embarrassingly erect.
"I love how firm your body is," Natasha said as she continued to cup my breasts and rub her thumbs across my excited nipples, "You're so lithe and athletic, it's almost like you're an athlete."
Natasha's hands explored my body with youthful enthusiasm. I gasped and trembled as the teenager's hands played with my body and stimulated my nerve endings. At some point, her slick hands moved down my obliques and glutes and moved towards my loins.
Of course, my labia were shockingly swollen at this point. According to Chloe's rules I was forbidden to masturbate, and I was kept naked most of the time. Add to that, the way Natasha had played with my nipples, and my poor pussy was soaking wet and throbbing with hungry spasms. The touch of Natasha's fingertips made me moan and tremble. It took just a minimum of effort on her part to bring my tormented body to the edge of a high-pitched, screaming orgasm.
Of course, I wasn't supposed to have orgasms in the shower, so Natasha took her hands away from my inflamed pubic lips before I could achieve orgasmic relief. She then proceeded to move her soapy hands down my thighs, leaving me groaning with intense sexual need.
When Natasha was convinced that I was clean, she proceeded to shave me. She was firm, efficient yet gentle as she shaved my armpits and my legs, however, when she got to my pubic area, she slowed down and took her time as she shaved my vulva. And despite the great care she took as she methodically dragged a razor across my mound, she managed to accidentally brush her girlish knuckles and fingertips across my swollen clit several times.
She seemed obsessed with finding and eliminating even the smallest hint of stubble anywhere on my loins. She carefully examined the space between my swollen labia and my anus, and slowly dragged her razor across any bare flesh that she thought might have a hair on it. I panted and gasped, as another agonizing wave of desire passed through me. My loins heated to feverish levels and my sex throbbed again in hungry spasms as she slowly shaved me, pulling on my labia to make the skin taut and get a better angle.
"Perfect," Natasha exclaimed when she was done shaving my loins.
We got out of the shower and Natasha proceeded to dry me off with a towel. When we were both clean and dry, Natasha got dressed, but I remained naked. Slaves weren't supposed to wear clothes, and Chloe insisted that I follow slave-rules when I was at home.
* * * * *
Of course, sometimes we have people over who haven't been told about my slave-training and are unlikely to be accepting. Case in point, that day around 12:00 noon, one of our neighbors came over. Now, Amy lives just down the hall in apartment 420, and knows all about my slave-training and enforced nudity, however, Amy brought over some friends of her own, an Asian woman and two Caucasian women. This development was very last-minute, and Chloe had no idea how enforced nudity and slave-training would sit with these women. I was told to get dressed.
Hours later I learned that these women were named Yuan, Sarah and Ana. They were teachers at the same school where Amy taught, and they had mostly assembled to get together and make plans to protest their working conditions and call for better benefits.
I could sympathize with their goals. Many teachers are underpaid and overworked. It wasn't at all unreasonable for them to demand higher salaries, smaller class sizes or more classroom funding, I just found it odd that they would meet in Chloe's and my apartment to make their plans. I mean Chloe and I weren't teachers. Chloe was a sports therapist and I was a model. Still, Chloe was an excellent hostess, and a sympathetic ear and more than willing to listen to them vent.
