AWO09. - Business and pleasure
The imperial ladies had been much too preoccupied with their pleasure to take any notice of what went on around them. Pamela Vasquez was reclining on her chair along with the others, and had a service girl to keep her on a nice level of arousal as she joyfully took in the atmosphere of the scene... The scene she had created from her own imagination!
Because of the performance she was planning, she didn't really want to cum yet. Just build up to - and stay at - a kind of trickling heat. But the mood could make such a position difficult to stand by at times... that was for sure! But, after all, that was what they had excellently trained service girls for, wasn't it?!
As she recognised the beginnings of a build up towards the point of no return starting all around her once again, she found the opportunity to discretely disappear, taking Linda, one of the trainees, along with her.
Linda was ideal. She had been introduced on a similar party just a few months ago. In fact she was among the oldest of their trainees, and had a particularly well-rounded and full body - and a deliciously broad, peach- shaped bottom.
And then, as they entered the room in their new outfits, they collected gasps and exited outbursts from the hormone- heated ladies.
Pam's costume had a design resembling that of some kind of a roman gladiator. The result was a combination of lack of historical knowledge and a desire to modify in order to increase the erotic appearance. Broad, black leather straps with scattered metal rings and buckles crossed her torso both in the front and back, with thinner straps encircling her upper arms. Over her shoulders she wore broad and heavy looking leather flaps with long fringes, connected to a black, cruel- looking, spiked iron ring around her neck.
Her tits were covered and held in place under the cross- straps by a matching golden brown coloured fabric of some kind, similar to the colour of her fingerless gloves.
The cross- straps were connected to an even broader leather belt – also with light brown fringes - buckled tightly around her waist. That belt was held down in position by thin leather straps fitted to the top edge of a pair of black leather boots with spiky high-heels, covering her legs almost all the way up to her crotch.
Even her makeup elegantly matched the colours. The outline of her eyes, and the eyebrows were painted completely black, while the eyelids had a colour matching that of the patches covering her tits, only a little darker. Her lips were dark, very fully red – though not screaming – and were outlined with light brown lines, making her mouth looking exceptionally full and sexy.
The rogue on her cheekbones was discreetly pink- reddish, ingeniously toned down almost to nothing to perfectly balance the total composition.
She had pulled back her dark brown, almost black hair in a tight ponytail, further completing the match with the rest of her costume.
The only thing contradicting the other effects was a small red rose stuck in her hair just above her right ear. Another ingenious effect adding to the impression of unpredictability about her.
The whole appearance made her look like she was just about ready to kill in cold blood!
In her left hand she held a long, wicked looking bullwhip, rolled up tightly in her fist. The other hand held a short silver chain leash, connected to a black leather collar fitted tightly around Linda's neck. As she moved towards the centre of the room, the girl staggered alongside, bent cruelly forward at the hip by the short length of her mistress' chain.... her hands apparently fastened behind her back with the same kind of leather- like cuffs, and her curly blond hair hanging down to cover her face. She was completely naked save for some classic roman- looking sandals and a thin, black strap around her waist.
Red welts, resembling wicked whip marks, which looked chilling genuine, cover her butt and torso with angry stripes.
The group of ladies and girls were stunned, to say the least, their heated expressions ranging from disbelief to gaping admiration.
Comforted by the fact that any kind of violence or pain was totally banned, the audience tried to grasp the skills and accuracy needed to pull off this masterpiece of both costume composition and makeup.
The couple looked beautiful, outrageous, and outright chillingly erotic. Although historically incorrect to the extreme, it had a completely breathtaking effect on the spectators. Even the service girls totally forgot their delicious tasks, staring wide-eyed as the two women stepped into the centre of the room.
For a moment everything was completely silent except some heavy breathing from indolently recovering mistresses. Pam turned to face the assembly. As she looked up, she met an array of staring eyes that for a moment looked almost comical.
She remained in character without problems though, and took hold of the silver chain with her other hand to tighten the leash even more. A strained groan came up from her side, as the girl's head was forced down even further. A violent tug on her collar was an immediate instruction for her to be silent.
Pam let one of her boot- dressed feet slide a little forward.
"Get down on the floor slave, and lick my boot!" she hissed.
With her hands still secured behind her back, Linda immediately crumbled to her knees, with Pam letting the silver chain slide elegantly through her hand to allow her the access she needed to obey the order.
The second round of orgasms had left the ladies more or less powerless. Though not as devastated as they would have been after such as session with Anne, more like totally drained of their sexual energy. For the moment at least....
Although the sight of the little pink tongue darting over the shiny boot tip was extremely exciting - even beautiful in its own peculiar way - it could only serve as a pleasant background entertainment for now. Few of the ladies were very unhappy about their girl paying more attention to the scene before them, than keeping up with their prescribed duties.
Jean and Carol settled with the relaxing caressing from their slavegirl's hands.
They actually considered these kinds of outfits and games somewhat over the line, even a little vulgar. But then again, nobody could pull off something like this with as much taste and style as Pamela Vasquez. She would never do anything that she knew was against their policy, and her imagination was positively preposterous, to say the least!
As the slave tongue continued to work its way around the tip of the boot, the amphora was carried around again, and glasses were refilled. Jean signalled to the girl to take it a little bit easy from now on. It wouldn't do for their guests to have
too
much. She knew from her own experience how easily that could take some of the edge off the experience. Make an otherwise perfectly served orgasm less than perfect.
That just couldn't be!
Linda dutifully continued her task, and in the process her heavily painted face became more visible to the others. Her eyes had broad, black stripes painted in a kind of Egyptian servant- style, and her lips had been done in a deep wine- red colour, all of it in order to emphasize the presentation of the submissive slave- like appearance. Especially when displayed in a position like this.
Anne watched open- mouthed as the girl continued tonguing the heel and then slowly work her way up to the wrist of the shiny boot. She hardly noticed Ms. Wilder's gentle stroking and ruffling of her already tousled hair as they both followed the action with heavy eyelids.
"Do it properly child!" Pam hissed as she put her hands to her hips and assumed an even more dominating stance over the crouched girl. The rolled- up whip patted ominously against the leatherclad thigh as she surveyed the submissive performance with a deliciously cruel expression on her face.
Linda hurried to comply, increasing her effort as her blonde head bobbed around the shiny ankle. Her butt, with its network of fake, cruel looking stripes, pointed obscenely towards the audience, wiggling sensuously with the rhythm of her hard working tongue.
She continued like that for a couple of minutes until she felt a light tug on the silver chain signalling for her to move upward.... Veeeery slowly upward.
Her mistress retained the indulgent expression on her face as the girl worked herself in the right direction. The spectators, however, did notice that her breasts started rising and falling just a little bit faster with each breath as the slave girl painstakingly slowly approached the knee. Anne had noticed the patient and devoted service Pam had enjoyed while she was still seated with the others, and knew that her blood must be nearly boiling over from unrelieved passion. After all she hadn't had any kind of release yet.
As Linda's lips passed her Mistress' knee, continuing its slow trek upwards, the other ladies suddenly seemed to have recovered remarkably from their state of exhaustion, and their passion was kindled once again. Gently but most urgently service girls' heads were directed back to where they belong..... in between the soft thighs spread before them. Down to their eternal task! The eternal task of a proper slave girl.
They would have to do with the sound effects for the rest of the show.
By now Linda's blond head was half way up the leather-clad thigh. Pam let the whip unfold from her hand, casually falling down along the girl's back. Like a snaky caress. With gentle movements she let the black, plaited coils slide back and forth along the gracious curves of her back and buttocks. From around them the first of many faint moans could be heard, mixing with even fainter sounds of slopping tongues gently at work. Patient work. Worshipping work.
