Author's Disclaimer: All characters depicted are over 18, etc. etc. Enjoy!
Authors' Note: As with the other submissions in this series, this was a collaboration between myself and JennyCapricorn each writing a section and passing it back to the other for the next. Basically, literary improve. As always, there are some grammatical issues left in for style reasons. We hope you enjoy reading this as much as we enjoyed writing it.
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October 30th.
=== Victoria ===
You've been my slave for eight weeks, and I could never explain to anyone, even my beloved husband, just how liberating it has been. Never mind how much cleaner the house is, or how much more... Alive... my sex life has been (It's opened as many doors as my original submission to Miss Glass had, three years ago), but it's how comforting your presence is in the house. That you're here and want to be here more than you want anything else in the world.
The comfort and responsibility of that make me feel more fulfilled than any job ever has.
I slip into the guest room, where you live now and live your truest life. You're on the bed. Reading. Reading one of Miss Glass' books and slowly fingering yourself. Per my rules, the satin negligee you're in barely covers your ass, and the collar affixed around your neck. My heart glows in my chest at the view of you.
I want you. I was down here to give you orders for tomorrow but for right now I want you. You look up with a start and begin to move to get on your knees before me. Weeks ago you would have apologized for touching yourself without permission but I know that you would never cum without my say and your edging, your self-inflicted frustration, is one of my joys.
"No, keep reading." I smile, sitting on the bed at your feet. "In fact, read aloud to me."
And as you start to read I lower my head between your thighs. Taking your wrist in my hand, I pull it aside and replace it with my tongue.
"
Until Molly.
I joined her on a school trip to visit a community college that neither of us wanted to attend. We were halfway there when I looked at her, and she looked into me. I knew then that we weren't just friends anymore and could never be again.
Your labia are already spread wide and slick and so delicious. I tease up one side with the tip of my tongue, and then the other. I hear you struggling to keep your voice consistent.
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I... I'm seeing someone," I nearly begged Molly, thinking of some awkward boy I had been dating for all of a week because he bothered to ask me. "We can't..."
With just a tiny amount of suction, I pull your lips between mine, and then lift my head slightly to put some pressure on your sex. Your legs are twitching in an effort to not wrap them around my head. I squeeze your wrist slightly to remind you to stay still.
Without a word, she nestled her head in the crook of my neck, petrifying me. I felt the softness of her lips on my skin. I should have pulled away, should have discouraged her, but her skin smelled of sweat and powder. I could not imagine wanting anything more than her scent on my hands.
My tongue lapping your stretched labia makes you gasp, breaking the rhythm of the reading, and I bite down just a little. 'Focus, Slut' my teeth are saying.
Nearly frightened, I twisted my fingers in her mousy hair, holding her to me. The ecstasy of this kiss arrested my thoughts. I couldn't fathom the pressure, the hardness of her front teeth, until she pulled away and whispered in my ear, "I have just given you one hell of a hickey. Do you think your boyfriend will be cool with that?"
The thought of the protagonist being marked makes me leave your labia and start sucking on your inner thigh, high enough that only someone I permitted to taste you would see. Soon, that could be so many people. Your flesh blossoms onto a lilac bruise so quickly. My ache is nearly fulfilled. I've nearly cum from teasing and marking you.
Your voice is ragged and breathy, but you press on.
"
Why did you do that?" I said, but I could not keep the quiver from my voice.
She leaned closer, her hand massaging my neck as if she intuitively understood that she had me under her thrall. "Because you wanted it as badly as I wanted to do it." She tapped my neck slightly. "I am not used to sharing. So, are you mine now?"
Oh god yes. You're mine now. And marked in so many ways. My tongue pushes into your folds as the taste of you washes through me. My insides shudder with the satisfaction of hearing you desperately following orders while I feast.
That was how I became Molly's girlfriend, by conquest and bearing her mark...."
My tongue finds your clit then and licks once, hard, before I sit up. "Stop."
==== Eva ====
I groan and whimper as you leave my pussy aching for your tongue. My hands are trembling as I close the book, carefully set it aside, and look down at the hickey you left on my inner thigh so reminiscent of the passage in the book. I guess I should just be glad I wasn't reading one of the vampire novels. Unlike the book, this was not a mark of conquest. No, that had happened long ago. Now I was a well-trained domestic slut. I threw myself into the role you offered and it was the role I was born to play. I corrected myself again, not a role, not anymore. It is who I had willingly become. Your maid, your companion, your...sex slave.
The last eight weeks had been filled with learning to be your perfect concubine and training my body to respond to your very presence with arousal. Even the books you had me read when you weren't there were designed to keep me wet and ready for you. It seemed like I was almost constantly in a state of sexual need and this was no exception.
I was beyond begging unless I sensed you wanted me to but, in my mind, I was desperately wishing for release that only you could provide. Lifting a knee and subtly arching my back, I tried to make myself as enticing as I could. It was my primary purpose, after all, to be your entertainment but, if I was enticing enough, you might lose control and let me cum.
I lift a finger to my lips and gently bite it while looking into your eyes.
=== Victoria ===
I watched you try to sell yourself to me and smile. I'm not even tempted today to let you climax. I need you truly out of your mind for tomorrow in case something happens.
Still, I reach out and take your wrist again, drawing your finger out of your mouth and to my chin, where I drag it across the wetness you left there and then return it to your mouth. I'm not sure where the enjoyment of your own taste on your finger ends and the performing to get more from me begins but it's delightful. Sinful.
"Now then, Eva, about tomorrow. We will be hosting an adults-only masquerade party here tomorrow night. The children will be trick or treating and sleeping over at friends, so you will likely be the youngest person here. You should comport yourself in ways that will not embarrass me.
"Your costume is in this bag..."
==== Eva ====
Giving up my attempts to get you more worked up, I sit on the edge of the bed and take the bag. Peeking in, I see a pile of wispy pink and shiny gold fabric. Reaching in, I pull out a pair of pants with a waistband of gold attached to transparent pink leggings with a long slit from the ankle all the way to the gold band. Next, I bring up a bra of the same transparent material and a rigid gold border. There is also a small, very small, vest that looks impossible to wear. Finally, there are two pink armbands and a headscarf, both of the same transparent pink.
"You want me to be...Jasmine?" I guess.
"No, silly, don't you recognize it?" you admonish then it seems like you've just remembered something. "There is a box at the bottom."
I look inside and, sure enough, there is a box I had mistaken as the bottom of the bag. Removing it carefully, I open the lid to find...a lamp. Not like in your living room, a lamp like from Aladdin. Alongside it is a ring and a gold collar that looks much more substantial than the rest of the outfit.
"A... genie?" I guess again with a good bit more confidence.
=== Victoria ===
"That's right," I smile. "You admitted last week you were thinking about what it would be like to be shared with another woman. I promised you I would never bring it up until you raised it. Pick up the ring.
"Aladdin had a ring that let him command Genies as well as a lamp. Put the ring on me." I hold out my hand and you slide the ring onto my right-hand ring finger. "This signifies that you are always first and foremost mine to control. Say the words, Eva."
You immediately guess what I want to hear, "Your wish is my command."
My smile is sunlight and yours mirrors it. I don't know that I will ever tire of it.
"Now then, Eva, 'Jeannie'..." another smile, "in the story whoever held the lamp could get any number of wishes from the Genie bound to it. Are you prepared to have this distributed at the party tomorrow night? With the rule that no wish can make you fall in love, kill anyone, or have sexual contact with a man."
I wait, my look and posture making it clear that while you are my slave the contract that we agreed to means I couldn't raise this idea until you did, and you can negotiate how service for anyone other than me occurs.
==== Eva ====
My mouth goes dry, and I take a deep breath. I have gotten to know a few of the neighborhood women over the last two months and even noticed a few of them checking me out but I mostly put that down to them wanting their own live-in housekeeper. Now, images of them having their way with me floods my psyche. What 'wishes' would they ask me to grant? I shudder.
"Y..yes, Miss Victoria." Another deep breath. "I think I can do that. I mean, yes, I would enjoy that."
"You seem nervous," you note. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
I look into the box and pull out the smooth metal collar. In the front is a ring with identical markings to the one now on your finger. It hinges open and I snap it closed around my neck enjoying the solid thunk of the locking mechanism engaging.
"Yes, Miss. I'll grant every wish I can," I reply with a smile.
"Good girl," you praise giving me a warm feeling. "But genies are not all benevolent." You take on an evil grin. "I know you have a mischievous streak that you squash for me, but I want you to let it out tomorrow. Grant their wishes but stay in character. If you can turn it into something they aren't expecting, then do it. Nothing cruel though, we still have to live next to them."
You've seen me turn the tables gently on your kids when they try to get me to do their chores for them. I could just tell them no, but where would be the fun in that? I always manage to do the task in a way that is technically correct but will make them have to do more work to fix what I've done before you see. They know they are not supposed to try to give me orders and, after a few rounds of being mad at me for screwing up their chore, they've stopped even attempting.
