Lisa and Savanah

Savanah woke up from the sun rays hitting her eyes. She stretched out on the bed like a cat. She lay in bed for a few more minutes, enjoying the comfort and thoughts that she didn't have to run to work, didn't have to think about where to get money, and a bunch of other problems. Remembering yesterday, Savanah smiled and lazily got out of bed. Going to the toilet, she found the slave on the rug near the toilet. She was curled up and asleep, the pink crystal of the anal plug sparkled between her skinny buttocks. Savanah sat down on the toilet, put her feet on Lisa's warm side and began to urinate. The blonde woke up when Savanah's feet touched her. She opened her eyes and saw the hated black woman above her, a moment later she heard a murmur. Having finished her business, Savanah leaned over the slave:

"Good morning," Savanah purred, "how did you sleep?"

"Okay, Mistress," Lisa replied in a displeased voice.

"Me too," the black woman continued cheerfully, "Now every day will start and end the same way for you," she moved to the edge of the toilet and spread her legs, "can you already guess how exactly?"

"Yes, Mistress," Lisa said, and without further commands, she stretched her lips to the black woman's pussy.

Just like yesterday, she began to lick, probably already accustomed to the cunt of the black woman. Savanah leaned back and moaned, stroking her breasts with her hands. Lisa, having licked drops of urine from the labia of the Mistress, began to penetrate with her tongue inside, moved it back and forth, kissed and sucked the clitoris, caressed the cunt with her tongue. Savanah's legs tensed, squeezing the girl's head, not allowing her to move away and a stream of juices from the cunt of the cumming Mistress rushed into Lisa's mouth. Lisa obediently swallowed everything that got into her mouth, and when the grip of her legs weakened, just like yesterday, she licked the crotch of the Mistress clean with her tongue. Savanah removed the lock from the slave's collar, unfastened the leash, unhooked it from the toilet, after which the leash and lock returned to their original place.

"Now wash up," she commanded and headed towards the washbasins, of which there were two.

They both washed and brushed their teeth, Lisa finally managed to get rid of the nasty taste in her mouth. Throwing on her robe, Savanah headed for the exit, grabbing the end of the leash and jerking the slave to her knees, dragged her along, first into the bedroom, and from there into the hallway and down to the kitchen.

"We're having bacon and eggs and orange juice for breakfast," Savanah said categorically, sitting down on a bar stool. "Get started!"

"Yes, Mistress," Lisa responded joylessly and headed to the refrigerator for groceries.

While the slave was preparing breakfast, Savanah decided to dig through the blonde's phone. After looking through social networks on the phone, she discovered that Lisa posted a lot of photos: clubs, restaurants, selfies; she also supported many challenges. Smiling, Savanah made posts on Instagram and Facebook #MonthWithoutSocialNetworksChallenge, and decided that this was enough not to arouse suspicion by the lack of activity there, at least for some time. After that, she began to read Lisa's correspondence in different messengers, by and large there was chatter about nothing, the blonde did not maintain close contacts with anyone. She communicated with many girlfriends from time to time, mainly about club life, often left messages unanswered or disappeared from chats for several weeks. In general, her disappearance here also will not be noticed. Savanahh finished with the phone, having made sure that Lisa did not have a habit of constantly calling someone, in all respects an excellent candidate for a slave, she would disappear - no one would even notice. By this time, breakfast was ready.

"Set the table," she commanded the slave, "your bowls are under the sink."

"Yes, Mistress," - Lisa responded habitually. She put the food for the mistress on a plate, poured juice into a glass and served it all on the table. She placed her breakfast in two dog bowls under the table.

Just like yesterday, Savanah was having breakfast, with her legs comfortably placed on the slave's back, and Lisa had her entire face smeared trying to eat fried eggs without using her hands.

"Go make me a cappuccino and bring it to the living room," Savanah ordered, finishing breakfast, "and wash your face."

"Yes, Mistress Savanah," Lisa got up from the table, grabbed the dirty dishes and returned to the kitchen.

While the modern coffee maker was making coffee, Lisa washed herself right there in the kitchen. She brought a cup of freshly brewed cappuccino and placed it on the table next to the chair where Savanah was sitting. She stood up and took the slave's leash, placed it on the chair, and then sat back down. She threw her legs over the soft armrests and almost lay down in the spacious chair so that her ass hung down in front, and began to pull the leash from behind her back until the blonde's face was pressed between her black buttocks.

"While I'm drinking coffee, you'll lick my ass," Savanah declared, "you can start."

Disgusted, Lisa began to lick the skin around the Mistress's anus. After enduring this outrage for a few minutes, and realizing that the slave was not going to do what was required of her, Savanah lowered her hand and forcefully twisted Lisa's nipple.

"Lick my fucking anus, whore," she shouted, "or do you want your ass spanked?"

The blonde, thus stimulated, decided that it was useless to resist and began to lick the black woman's sphincter. Savanah was enjoying herself in the chair: delicious coffee, a millionaire bitch licking her ass, what else did she need to be happy? She slowly sipped her cappuccino.

"Be brave," - she encouraged the slave, -" stick your fucking tongue inside. Fuck my ass with your tongue."

Lisa's still aching nipple told her it was better not to kick, and overcoming her disgust, she began to stick her tongue into the Mistress's anus, first shallowly and then deeper and deeper.

"Faster," came a sigh from above, "deeper..."

Lisa obeyed and sped up her movements inside Savanah's ass, she had to press herself tighter between the black hemispheres, and now she could stick her tongue inside to its full length. The black woman's anus relaxed from the caresses of the slave and Lisa was now licking the anus from the inside, sliding her tongue along the walls of the anus. She heard a splashing sound above her head, it was Savanah, in anticipation of an orgasm, jerking off her clitoris. With a drawn-out moan, the black woman came, splashing the slave's forehead and hair. Lisa continued to lick the black ass until the leash loosened, and a new command sounded from above:

"Wash me," Savanah exhaled, exhausted.

While Lisa licked her pussy clean, Savanah caught her breath and finished her coffee. She had a good morning, perhaps the best one in a year.

Having finished her coffee, Savanah decided to get down to business, sending the slave to wash the dishes, she brought several empty plastic containers from the garage to the bedroom, and while waiting for Lisa, she dressed in a T-shirt and loose shorts, simply, like at home. She sat down in a comfortable chair by the window and began to order various little things online, thoughts of which had come to her mind during the morning. Meanwhile, Lisa, having quickly dealt with the dishes, noticed that the black woman had gone upstairs and was not going to go down, slipped into the office and tried to open the safe: the code did not work. Then she tried to turn on the computer, intending to contact the lawyer, but here too there was a bummer, the entrance was password protected. Annoyed, Lisa realized that her slavery was dragging on a bit and she would have to wait for her Mistress to make a mistake, which meant she had to make her lose her vigilance, and there was only one way to do that: she had to pretend to be completely submissive, or better yet, show zeal, maybe then the black woman would make a mistake. Lisa headed upstairs to the bedroom, where Savanah was sitting in a chair by the window and poking her finger at the tablet, her Lisa's tablet. Gritting her teeth, the blonde remembered that she had to pretend to be an exemplary slave and pulled a happy smile onto her face.

"The dishes are clean, Mistress," she said, "what else would you like, Mistress?"

"Let's take care of your rags," Savanah stood up from her chair and put the tablet aside, "take the boxes and follow me to the dressing room."

"Yes, Goddess," Lisa responded, feigning enthusiasm, and dragged the containers after the Mistress.

In the dressing room, Savanah sat down on a pouf and made the slave put all her things in boxes. She ordered one box to be filled with Lisa's favorite dresses. She made her try on some things and selected two of the most slutty, from her point of view, outfits, which remained in place for now. Two pairs of shoes with the highest heels were left with them. Savanah left the handbags, however, she ordered one transparent medium-sized one to be left in the corner, along with two slutty outfits, and the rest to be hung at the other end of the dressing room. Everything else was put into containers, including underwear, piled up near the dresser.

"Whores don't wear panties," Savanah said, commenting on the packing of things.

Lisa, under the supervision of the Mistress, dragged the containers into the garage, and she took the box with her favorite dresses to the storage room, next to the laundry room, where the broom, mop and other household items lived. Meanwhile, Savanah received a message on her phone that in an hour they would come to pick up the junk from the basement and garage.

"I see you're all sweaty, slut," she said to Lisa, "I think it's time we took a bath."

"Thank you, Mistress", - Lisa answered and smiled. She decided to ignore the humiliation and show her submission with all her might.

They went upstairs, and the black woman ordered the bath to be prepared, she undressed herself in the meantime, and when the bath was ready, with foam and aromatic salts, she climbed into the warm, fragrant water with pleasure. She settled herself comfortably, throwing her legs over the edge, and finally deigned to notice the slave girl shuffling about nearby:

"Why are you standing around doing nothing?" - she asked her, - "Can't you see my feet are tired of running around the house after you? Give me a foot massage."

"Yes, Mistress Savanah," - Lisa answered, and knelt down near the bathtub. She began to knead the black woman's feet, and Savanah began to moan in response.

"You have a talent for giving me pleasure," - she muttered, - "now lick my toes". - She wiggled her toes so that the stupid slave wouldn't get confused.

The blonde, outwardly submissive, overcoming her disgust, began to lick and then suck the black toes, one after the other, without stopping the massage.

"You're my clever girl," the Mistress moaned, closing her eyes, "and between toes too, with your tongue, yessssss..."

Lisa worked on Savanah's feet and toes for quite a long time, even her hands and tongue were tired, and her knees ached from standing on the floor for so long. After a few minutes of the process, she closed her eyes, it was easier that way, not seeing what she was licking was not so disgusting to do it. But then, the black woman perked up and looked at the time on her mobile phone.

"Okay, that's enough," she interrupted the slave, pulling her feet out of her hands, "bring a towel."

Savanah climbed out of the already cool water and stood, occasionally turning around, while the blonde dried her body. Savanah took a second towel and wrapped her hair in it, there was no time to dry it. She put one foot on the edge of the bath and invitingly patted herself on the crotch. Lisa understood without words what the Mistress wanted from her and, kneeling, kissed the Mistress's pussy with her tongue, like an adult, as Savanah put it.

"You're a smart girl," the black woman praised her.

"Thank you, my Lady," Lisa blurted out in response.

"Now you can take a bath yourself," - Savanah decided to encourage such obedience and enthusiasm of the slave, -" you have two hours. And also, do you have a syringe?"

Saying this, Savanah unfastened the clasp and removed the leash, but left the collar.

"Yes, there is, Mistress," Lisa answered, glad that her plan was working, and that the regime was already being relaxed.

"Wash your ass well," - Savanah continued to give orders, - "after washing, put the plug back in place, and so on for the future, if you have something in your ass, you can take it out to go to the toilet or to wash it, then you must put it back in. You will wash your ass after each trip to the toilet and every morning. If, someday, your ass turns out to be dirty, you will regret it. Is everything clear?"

"Yes, Madam," Lisa blurted out.

"Well then, time has come." - Savanah turned around and went into the bedroom, where she quickly dressed and went downstairs. They were supposed to come for her things any minute. While she was going down the stairs, the doorbell rang. Three people arrived in a small truck. Savanah showed them what they could take. Having heard that they could take everything, including several boxes with albeit worn, but terribly expensive clothes and shoes, absolutely free of charge, the guys quickly set to work, declaring that they would definitely finish it in about three hours. Savanah gave them the keys to her car, asking them to put it in the garage when there was a free space there. There was no need for an old Toyota to show off in front of the house.

While the Mistress was busy, Lisa decided to start with cleaning her ass in the bathroom, and then relax in the bath. While the dirty water was draining and the clean water was filling up, she took the plug out of her ass and gave herself an enema several times. Then she put the plug back in place and climbed into the warm bath. She turned on the hydromassage and, relaxing in the bubbling fragrant water, dozed off. Savanah, meanwhile, went upstairs to check on the slave. Looking into the bathroom and seeing that she was sleeping sitting in the water, Savanah took off her clothes and put on a strap-on. She entered the bathroom and carefully climbed into the slave's bath, she squatted down a little and began to move the tip of the plastic penis over the blonde's face. Feeling a touch to her face, Lisa opened her eyes, right in front of her she saw the hips of the dark-skinned tormentor with a black plastic penis poking her lips. She opened her mouth in surprise and at the same moment the Mistress with a sharp movement of her hips drove the strap-on into her mouth and began to fuck it furiously, driving the dick in to its full depth. Seeing that the slave was barely holding back her vomiting, Savanah stopped raping her mouth:

"Get to your feet and bend forward," she said categorically.

Lisa, coming to her senses, automatically obeyed the order and, standing up, bent over, leaning her hands on the edge of the bathtub. She felt the nimble fingers of the black woman hook the plug and pull it out of her ass. Without letting the sphincter close, Savanah directed the strap-on, well moistened with the slave's saliva, into her ass and slowly inserted it inside until she rested her hips against the white buttocks. Lisa, remembering her limited experience of anal sex, relaxed as much as possible, realizing that otherwise it would hurt more. When the plastic penis entered her all the way, Savanah moved her hips back, also slowly pulled the strap-on out of the slave's ass completely, watched with pleasure for a few seconds as the blonde's anal opening tried to contract, and repeated the operation, but a little faster. So, taking the cock out completely and driving it in to its full depth, she fucked Lisa for several minutes, gradually increasing the speed. She closed her eyes and obediently waited for it all to end. At some point, she felt that the cock had come out of her ass and was not going to return there, Lisa turned her head and looked questioningly at Savanah, is that really all?

"Somehow I spend too much energy on your pleasure," the Mistress said thoughtfully, and sat down in the warm foamy water, "Come on, sit on top."

"Yes, Goddess," Lisa answered resignedly, and turning around, she began to lower herself onto the plastic dick.

Savanah directed the tip of his cock back into the blonde's ass and slapped her on the ass:

"Come on, let's jump!" - she ordered cheerfully, - "you'll jump until you orgasm."

Lisa obediently began to bounce on the cock and chaotically think about what to do, she had never cum from anal sex before. She tried to relax, tried to imagine herself with some handsome guy, but nothing helped. The water had been splashing in the bathtub for about ten minutes, and the orgasm was not felt anywhere nearby.

"Please, Mistress," Lisa finally begged, "I can't do it..."

"Well then rub your clit, you stupid whore," - came the answer, - "do you think I have nothing better to do than please all sorts of whores?"

The blonde lowered her hand and began to rub her clitoris, continuing to bounce on the strap-on. Gradually, a soft, warm relaxation rolled over her, which began to gather into tension, which, in turn, exploded into colored spots before her eyes and burst out of her throat with a loud, either a scream or a sigh. Lisa went limp, completely putting her butt on the plastic rod, occasionally shuddering. She sat like that until the black woman unceremoniously pushed her into the water, getting to her feet and sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

"Stop having fun, slut," she brought Lisa back to reality, "remember your duties?"

Lisa, struggling with the relaxation and sluggishness in her body, knelt down and began to lick the strap-on that had just been in her anus. She was afraid of the unpleasant taste, but either she washed her ass well, or the water in the bathroom washed everything off the penis, in general there were no unpleasant tastes or smells. Considering that the toy was clean enough, Savanah pushed the slave's head away:

"I think you've forgotten something else," she said.

"Thank you, Mistress," Lisa said quickly and began to kiss the black woman's pussy, trying to reach it with her lips through the leather straps.

"No, that's not it," Savanah said, pushing the slave's head away again, "remember quickly..."

Chaotically going over in her head what else the black woman had told her, Lisa's gaze fell on the anal plug lying near the bathtub, and she, splashing water, grabbed it and quickly shoved it into the ass she had just fucked.

"Well done, slave," Savanah smiled and got out of the bathroom, "you still have time, relax."

She grabbed a clean towel and, drying herself as she went, headed to the bedroom.

"Thank you, Mistress," the voice of the slave caught up with her as she plopped back into the water.

After drying herself with a towel and getting dressed again, Savanah went downstairs. The work was in full swing, most of the stuff had already been loaded into the truck. Then her phone rang, a man from another friend of Savanah's was calling, who was supposed to come and estimate the amount of work on the basement remodeling. He said that he was nearby now and could drop by in about ten minutes if it was convenient for her. Savanah happily agreed. When the architect arrived, the basement was almost empty, they went downstairs, and the black woman began to list what needed to be done here. She wanted to turn the larger of the two rooms into a "dungeon", but a very cozy dungeon. The floors needed to be covered with soft carpet, the walls paneled with wood, light fixtures installed under the ceiling. She demanded that the second, smaller room be turned into a small apartment, except without a kitchen. It was necessary to install a bathtub, a washbasin and a toilet in the corner, separating them with a curtain, paint the walls a soft pink color and cover the floor with carpet of the same color; and, of course, install a strong door. After carefully examining the basement, the man said that there were no problems, the basement had both water and sewerage, that the work could begin even tomorrow, it was all about money. Savanah assured him that money was not a problem and she was ready to pay an advance right now, and handed him Lisa's card. Having gone up to the house, the architect entered the card information into the tablet, returned it to Savanah, said that he would send a copy of the contract by email, and also that the workers would come tomorrow morning, and they would also bring samples of paint, carpet and wood so that Savanah could choose what she liked. The only thing Savanah demanded was that the workers call her before coming, that she did not like noise and wanted all the work to be done in the house when she was not there. The architect agreed and left, a minute later the truck with Lisa's things left, Savanah's Toyota was parked in the garage. She looked at her watch: five o'clock, time for dinner...