It would have been so easy just to run away, Yvoine thought, just never come back, never answer the next call. But that would have been dishonest; it was one matter to break a slave's agreement, it was another entirely to lie and flee.
She lay on her back, on the broad expanse of the bed in Sara and Travis's room. Her legs were spread wide and Sara's face was buried in her slave's pussy. They were alone, Travis wasn't expected to the house for another hour at least. He didn't like to see Sara pleasuring Yvoine, at least without first teasing and torturing her first, but Sara had bent a rule of master and slave: she had fallen in love with her slave. It wasn't just the kind of love a proper master or mistress should have for a well-trained and beautiful slave, but it went right over the border and invaded romantic love.
It was bad enough that Sara had fallen for her and Travis's slave; it was made even worse that Yvoine realized this. Ever the good slave, Yvoine didn't let her mistress know; it would have shamed them both.
Yvoine had insisted that Sara bind her wrists, in case Travis came home unexpectedly; her arms were raised above her head as her fingers clutched the headboard. Sara had refused to tie her down, claiming she liked to feel Yvoine struggle against her body. Knowing this the slave let her body move freely, pushing against her mistress while at the same time allowing her free access to her pussy. Sara had quickly learned how to pleasure a woman and under her tongue it was easy for the slave to reach orgasm. Every time they had played together before she always asked permission to cum. This night was different.
Without warning Yvoine suddenly raised up her knees, her upper body curling down into the fetal position that she favored when an orgasm caused her to temporarily lose voluntary control of her body. Sara was shocked and backed off just enough to let the slave enjoy the sensation. After a minute Yvoine's tense body relaxed and she let her limbs falls back down to the sheets. Sara was still kneeling between the smaller woman's legs, her face glistening with her juices. A small puddle of her emissions lay at the apex of her thighs.
"That was wonderful, thank you," Yvoine said in a properly contrite and thankful voice.
Sara kept a stern expression of her face, though her heart was full of love for the woman. "You are supposed to ask permission first," she reminded the slave.
"I know," Yvoine said. "Sometimes I forget, I lose control."
"You've never forgotten before."
"Not with you. I trained as a slave for a long time before I was Travis's," she reminded her mistress. "You didn't have to go through the difficulty of breaking in a slave."
Only now did Sara let her smile show. "I should thank him and your trainers," she said.
Yvoine sat up and took Sara's face in her hands, kissing her lightly on the lips, tasting her own scent on the other woman.
She broke the kiss and licked her lips.
"You taste different," Sara commented absently as she glanced at the clock wondering how much time they had before Travis returned.
