After showering, and cleaning her nipples once again, morgana's breakfast was brought to her, by a silent male slave. She sat in pensive mood as she ate; things were not as bad as she had feared. The pain from her nipples was easing a lot; in fact, it was quite pleasurable, having them almost permanently erect now. She thought back to the previous day, and the fisting. If there was one thing that she had always shied away from, that was it, fisting. The very word itself communicated pain and discomfort. But that had not been the case, for all of Sir Guy's implied savagery, he certainly knew what he was ding when it came down to it.
At 9am she was again summoned to present herself to Sir Guy, there was no sign of Melissa when morgana arrived, and she stood by his desk, remembering to look down at his feet. He was silent for a while, just looking at her she supposed, whatever it was, she knew that she must not move, or speak to him. It made no sense to incur this man's wrath, none at all.
"Take off your tunic, I want you naked, to inspect you slave."
The tunic, and her bra were dropped on the floor, as she waited for him to approach her. She saw his feet moving as he stood, and his hand reaching out to her. He took hold of both of her breasts, lifting them, and then he examined her nipples.
"They seem to be healing very well slave, it wont be too long now before we can hang some weights on them."
Flinching at his words, she realised her mistake almost immediately, as his hand flashed out, slapping her thigh hard. Biting her lip to stifle the cry of pain she so wanted to make, she looked at the red mark of his hand, spreading over her flesh. Sir Guy's hand then moved to her sex, his palm rubbing against her mound. She had not shaved since arriving, and the hair was now growing again. She guessed that this too was probably a wrong doing, but how could she shave, with no razor in her room she wondered? He retreated to sit at his desk once more, and looked at her.
"And just who told you that it was OK to let your cunt hair grow slave?"
The question surprised her, not least for the terminology that Sir Guy used.
"Well bitch, I asked a question, I will not wait forever, answer me, now."
She looked directly at him, hoping that she would not be punished for it, but he had spoken to her.
"There is nothing in my room Sir, for shaving that is. I did look, but I thought that as there was nothing to use, then I was not to do it. Sir"
He said nothing; instead he picked up the phone, and punched in three numbers.
"Mei Li... good, come in here, the slave has not shaved, and I need you to see to her. Also find out who is servicing her room, and why she had no shaving equipment. Whoever was responsible for this; send them to Mistress, for her warped pleasure. At least she will be happy for a few hours."
He put the phone down, and they waited in silence, two minutes passed. Then another five, before the door opened. A small lady entered, she could not have been more than five feet tall, she looked oriental, but not totally so. Morgana guessed that she was probably of mixed race but she was beautiful, very beautiful. She wore a typical Chinese cheongsam, split to the hip down one side, and her jet black hair cascaded down to her waist. She was obviously not a slave, and was someone of standing within the hierarchy here, that was evident from the way she spoke to Sir as his equal.
"It is done, the horny bitch is flexing her whip as we speak, the cat I believe, and God help Cyrus."
She laughed lightly, as she turned her gaze to morgana.
"So Guy, this is the new one then, hmm, not bad, not bad at all."
She examined morgana, stroking her skin, looking for blemishes probably morgana surmised.
"Come slave, to the bathroom. We wont be too long Guy, although, I may just, well you know I am sure."
She smiled at him, as she led morgana away towards the door. Once in the bathroom, she told morgana to sit on the toilet seat, and to spread her legs.
"What is your name slave?"
"I am morgana Mistress."
Mei Li just nodded at her, and started to prepare for the shave, first washing morgana, her mound, and her sex, with a delicate touch, so delicate, that morgana could not help but become a little aroused. Using the razor expertly, after lathering morgana, Mei Li removed every trace of pubic hair from her. Leaving morgana's pussy and mound as smooth as the finest silk.
"Stand up slave, and wait here a moment."
Morgana stood, and watched in complete surprise, as Mei Li reached inside her skirt, and slipped off her thong. Then, hitching the skirt up to her waist, she sat on the toilet seat, spreading her legs wide, and looking at morgana said to her.
"You may repay my kindness now slave, eat me, and make me come."
Morgana stared at Mei Li; she had never "eaten" a woman in her life, and was not sure where to start. But, she also knew what might happen if she hesitated too much, the cat, and Mistress would beckon her. Settling on her knees before Mei Li, she moved her face to the pussy before her, and started licking it, not really sure what she was supposed to do. Within seconds, a hand was pulling her hair, forcing her head back.
"You are supposed to be eating me you stupid little bitch, not fucking washing me. Play my pussy like a violin, use your tongue to pluck my strings, and draw out melodies of desire. Lick it slow, tender strokes, draw figures of eight around my lips and clit with your tongue. Be fucking creative, it wont fucking bite you bitch. Now do it."
She tried, tried hard, just using the tip of her tongue at first, flicking at Mei Li's lips, now all puffy and swollen, before stroking, and laying her tongue softly against this woman's sex. She could hear her moaning now, shifting on the seat as she squirmed a little.
"Fuck yes, that's it slave, now suck my clit, bite it a little."
Morgana was getting into it more and more now, enjoying the sweet taste, so much that she wanted to finger her own pussy, while eating this one. She resisted, concentrating on trying to give all the pleasure that she could. As she sucked on the throbbing clit, she slipped one finger between Mei Li's lips. Feeling her grip it, and started to slide it in and out slowly, as her tongue washed over the hard clitoris beneath it. A hand was pressing morgana's face closer, as the intensity of Mei Li's moans increased.
