I had no idea how Rachel might react from now on. She was in a totally new place, and so was I. But, I was also intensely turned on, and I had the feeling that Anya was too. "Anya, help Rachel take off her dress."
Anya took the hem of Rachel's dress in her hand and slowly started lifting it up. First revealing stocking tops, then black satin panties, then Rachel's slender stomach, then a black lace bra, until finally, Rachel's dress has been completely removed, and Anya draped it carefully over the back of the sofa. It was as if I had cast a spell over Rachel. I felt that if I asked her any questions, or spoke other than to give her a command, I might break the spell.
"Anya, kneel in front of Rachel, and bow your head." I said, almost whispering. "Bow your head."
Anya bowed her head, and Rachel looked over at me, her eyes wide. Only a few minutes before, she had been walking her dog in the park; now she was standing semi-naked in front of two strangers, one of who was naked and kneeling in front of her. I looked directly at Rachel as I commanded Anya.
"Kiss her feet." Rachel's mouth fell open as I said the words.
"Yes, Sir." Said Anya, and leaned forwards to kiss Rachel's stocking clad feet; kissing her feet over and over—an act of worship which left Rachel bewildered.
I pointed at the sofa where Rachel had been sitting, "Sit down," I said. Rachel moved without hesitation and sat on the sofa. Anya crawled over to where Rachel was sitting and continued her kissing. "Anya, help Rachel remove her stockings."
"Yes, sir."
Anya gently reached up to Rachel's stocking tops and pulled them down over her legs, gently caressing her skin as she did so. Rachel's eyes closed as Anya undressed her, not helping at all, but allowing herself to be stripped. When both stockings were off I said, "There now, Anya. Now you can kiss her again. And this time nothing will get in your way." Anya set to work kissing and caressing Rachel's feet. After kissing the tip of each toe, she slowly took Rachel's big toe into her mouth and sucked it. Rachel started groaning, her eyes closed and head thrown back.
"Oh God. Oh God, oh YES. I've never been touched by another woman like this. It feels so good." She gasped as Anya's mouth enveloped her other big toe. She was biting her lip and moaning as Anya continued, relentlessly. Persistent, yet gentle doing as I had ordered. Rachel started shaking her head backwards and forwards; her moaning and groaning louder and more insistent and less and less coherent.
"Move up," I told Anya, who moaned in reply. She kissed the bridge of Rachel's foot, then her ankles, shins and calves; sometimes kissing, sometimes licking but always gentle and attentive; continuing to drive Rachel wild. When Anya reached Rachel's knees, she felt Rachel's hands in her hair—sometimes stroking, sometimes pulling as she gasped with the pleasure of Anya's attentions.
"No further just yet, my dear."
Rachel groaned, this time with disappointment. "Please, please—don't stop her. I want her, I need her. This is just as I have always imagined; this is what I have always dreamed of."
