The view always took her breath away. Today even more than before. Maybe it was the incredible vastness of the blue sky over the still snowy caps of the mountains. Or the sun that painted a bright shining avenue of light on the lake below.
She stood at the edge of the terrace. She felt the spring breeze lick at the nipples of her exposed breasts. The slope of the mountain fell away steeply before her high-heeled feet. It gave her a dizzying sensation of flying whenever she looked straight up. She spread her arms and closed her eyes.
She tasted the moment.
Of course it wasn't only the perfection of the day that made her heart flutter and her blood pound in her ears. Nor was it the lofty location. It was the sheer excitement of knowing her girl would arrive today.
A slow smile curled her lips. It lit up her face. Just the mere thought of sweet Kristie arriving ran a wave of tingling warmth through her body. Ever since they had met so unexpectedly in far away Florida, the blonde girl had not left her mind. Even during busy days her face was super imposed on everything else. And when night fell, sensuous memories invaded her thoughts. They made her fingers travel her naked body. They sent electrical shivers from wherever she touched.
At the gym she had eaten Kristie. She had made her come at once. Her copious juices gushed into her mouth and painted her face. Then she and the girl had sunk into a tight embrace. They formed the sacred number and brought each other to numerous orgasms. The hall had rung with moans and screams. They thrashed in never ending climax.
Ah, God, the girl was unbelievable. She was sweet and passionate, hungry, insatiable. And she was like putty in her hands, an eager lap dog puppy. She never tired to please her. She never tired to eat her, lick her pussy, suck her nipples. Her eyes shone and sparkled. She drank in all she was taught.
She listened with all her heart. Flowers of crimson reddened her face when images of depraved sexual nature seeped into her mind. But they aroused her deeply. Angique used words the girl would never have dared whisper. Now she heard them fall with careless ease from this woman's lips. She saw visions she must always have considered perverse. Now they seemed natural, delectable. Even desirable.
Angique had taken her to the beach house that she had rented during her stay in Miami. She had extended that stay for another day. They never left the place. And she never left her new found treasure.
Angique knew immediately that Kristie was a natural. She was a wonderful gift, sent to be moulded and shaped into the perfect slut. She was the toy she had longed for forever. Angique had trembled with impatience. She needed to start the thrilling transformation of sweet Kristie into the most delicious creature she ever owned. Angique's creature.
She had asked the girl to join her at the Villa to be trained. Again her heart leapt when she remembered the simple "Yes, Mistress." Today Arnold, the chauffeur, would pick her up at the airport. He would deliver her into sweet slavedom.
Angique opened her eyes. She drank in the blue vastness of her view. Then she stepped back. She turned around and walked to the wicker chairs. They were set back into the shadows of a huge umbrella. The towering heels of her laced up leather boots clicked elegantly on the slabs of white marble. The sun painted liquid curves of light on the leather of her corset and tights. Then she reached the shadows to protect the paleness of her skin.
She sat down. She sipped the chilled white wine from the elegant glass. And waited.
The tall man discreetly scratched at one of the huge glass doors. They gave out onto the terrace. He wore a dark gray uniform and tucked a cap under his arm. He coughed softly. Then he said, with a distinct German accent: "Milady, your property has arrived."
Angique turned towards him. She smiled and thanked the man. She always called him Arnold, just because he reminded her of the Austrian actor Schwarzenegger. She dismissed him with a flick of her wrist. Then she put down the empty glass and rose to her feet.
She went inside.
She passed through the summer room with its elegant art nouveau club chairs. It had chaises longues, deep soft rugs on a marble floor and a dominating sandstone fireplace. The ceilings were high and vaulted. The windows at the terrace's side ran all the way up in arched, deep bays. They let in the glorious sunlight.
She walked from sunny spot to sunny spot. The light played over her body, until she arrived at an imposing double door of polished oak. She lifted the latch. Then she pulled both doors towards her.
They gave out on a large hall. It was flooded with broad and colourful beams of sunlight. Right at the doorstep stood the girl Kristie. She held her head down. But she watched from under her eyebrows. A pretty blush touched her face.
She wore a denim jacket over what seemed to be a white T-shirt. Her legs were wrapped tightly in jeans. At her feet she had a pair of well known pink sneakers. On the floor next to her stood a heavy bag. It no doubt contained her things. Angique chuckled inwardly. How little of them she would need here.
Kristie waited nervously. She leaned from one foot on the other. Angique did not utter a word of welcome. She not even showed a smile. The girl did not know how to behave. She felt herself slip into an embarrassed void of helplessness.
After a minute she looked up. Her eyes opened in wide wonder. Her sweet brow frowned. "I have arrived, Mistress," she whispered.
Angique's hand flew towards the girl's chin and grabbed it hard. She pulled her closer until the face was within inches.
"Slut!" she said with a harsh edge to her voice. "First lesson: at this Villa never speak unless spoken to!" She pushed the face away and left the girl stand in obvious embarrassment.
A new uneasy silence followed. The woman in black leather took her time. She looked the blonde girl over from head to toe.
"You look awful, girl," she then said. "Get naked."
It took Kristie a few seconds to let the command sink in. Then she slowly shrugged out of her denim jacket. The T-shirt was tight and showed lovely bumps on the tips of her breasts. Ah, she must be very excited, Angique thought. The girl started to kick her sneakers out. She unbuckled her pretty pink belt.
The jeans slid down her tanned thighs. They hung around her calves. She stepped out of them. Then she pulled the T-shirt over her head. The bra was sheer and in a lovely powder blue. It allowed the shadows of her areole to shine through. The thong was a matching colour, except for the centre. There the blue was at least a shade deeper from her seeping moisture.
"Stop!" Angique said. The girl froze immediately.
The woman in black stepped forward. She cupped both breasts with the palms of her warm hands. They forced a slight moan from Kristie's throat.
Then Angique let one hand sink to her crotch, right where the darker spot was. She rubbed it softly. Then she smelled at her fingers.
"Kristie is a real slut, isn't she? Oh yes, she is. She is already wet." Angique smiled a cruel smile at the girl. Kristie's face turned a dark shade of red.
"Get out of your panties, girl," Angique said. "And give them to me."
Kristie hastened to obey now. She stepped daintily out of the thong and handed it over. Angique smelled the flimsy fabric, inhaling deeply. Then she said: "Open your mouth, girl".
Kristie looked surprised and the surprise made her slow. Angique slapped her face with the damp panties. "Open, slut! Don't make me wait!" At last the blonde girl opened her mouth. She felt the thong being pushed between her teeth. It slid back down her tongue. She almost gagged on it.
