I tried to talk Madison out of forcing Olivia to entertain Maxwell, once it became evident to me that it was really pitting Olivia against her deep-rooted, life-long convictions. She had grown up in an all-white, segregated community, and while she had never consciously tried to be racist, the mere fact that she wasn't around black people, shaped the way that she felt about them.
She felt a combination of fear and distrust anytime she was around African-Americans, but this quickly elevated to palpable disgust when it came to the thought of any physical interaction between the races. Olivia had been an escort for several years by the time she was forced into her tryst with Maxwell, during which time she had turned down numerous black men, based solely on the color of their skin.
Even when she had worked briefly at a massage parlor, right out of High School at the tender age of eighteen, she had refused to service a couple of black customers. In fact, it was this perceived discrimination that had caused her to lose her job after just a few months. Since that day, she had vowed not to have any physical contact with black males, and she had managed to avoid even casual conversation with any men of color. It was difficult for me to watch her inner-turmoil as she came to grips with the fact that she was going to be on her knees, orally servicing Maxwell.
Madison, however, was adamant that the interracial blow-job take place, and took great pleasure in informing Olivia of the upcoming date. Olivia had three days notice, and at the time she confided in me that she considered just moving on, leaving the state and putting her legal woes behind her.
I tried to imagine something that I would struggle with so much, that it would force me to uproot and leave town, but I came up empty. When I tried to talk some sense into her, tears welled up in her eyes and she hung her head, as if she was being asked to do the most despicable thing imaginable.
"Olivia," I said, trying to put things in perspective, "you allowed me to urinate all over you and then make you chase crumpled-up dollar bills, like you were a little dog. Surely, that is worse?"
"I would rather have a dozen white guys piss all over me, than kiss a black man," she said, sobbing uncontrollably at her impending fate.
Madison in contrast, was having an absolute field-day, even going so far as to schedule a conference call between her, Olivia, and Maxwell, the day prior to the scheduled suck-fest.
"I want you there too," she told me. "You need to learn Liv's place in our relationship."
As the time of the call approached, Madison gave Olivia some explicit instructions.
"Shave your pussy, girl," she said condescendingly, "and present yourself naked for inspection, when you are ready."
Olivia looked horrified as she processed Madison's orders, returning several minutes later with no clothes on, and no visible pubic hair.
"Kneel," Madison barked. "Put your hands behind your head and spread your legs."
Once the younger girl was on her knees, Madison retrieved the rattan cane from the mantle-piece, where it was kept in plain view as a reminder to Olivia of the importance of obedience. Olivia feared the cane almost as much as her upcoming dalliance with Maxwell, and as Madison ran the tip of it across her buttocks, I could see Olivia trembling. She had intertwined her fingertips behind her neck, and this posture forced her breasts forward.
As Madison stood behind her, she slid the cane under Olivia's pussy, and I saw the tip of it emerge from between her legs. Tapping the cane against her inner-thighs, Madison conveyed the message that she wanted Olivia to spread her knees further apart, and the younger girl obeyed without hesitation.
"I am not sure if Maxwell will want to switch to FaceTime," Madison said deviously, as Olivia bit her bottom lip. "Either way, you will appear more deferential if you are naked."
Olivia looked to be on the verge of tears, but as Madison traced the tip of the cane between her labia, as she slowly withdrew it from between her thighs, Olivia inhaled sharply. It was at this point that I noticed that her nipples were erect, and that she was breathing heavily.
"The bitch is getting herself worked up," Madison said dispassionately. "She claims that she thinks interracial sex is disgusting, yet she self-lubricates at the prospect of offering herself up to Maxwell."
I wanted to defend Olivia, but as I observed her clear signs of arousal, there was nothing that I could say that would negate her incontrovertible signs of excitement.
"When we call him I expect an elevated level of respect on your part," Madison began. "You may refer to him as Mr. Maxwell, and only speak when you are spoken to. If he has questions for you, focus on providing him the answer that he wants to hear, and don't be overly concerned with your internal biases. When he is done, I have prepared a brief closing script for you."
Olivia shuffled around uncomfortably on her knees as she processed what was expected of her. Madison lifted the cane skyward, and walked around in front of the younger girl. As she absentmindedly traced the tip of her cane across Olivia's ever-hardening nipples, there was a brief moment of unspoken understanding between them, and Olivia nodded her head, as if to assure her tormentor that she would follow the script.
I watched on intently as Madison toyed with Olivia, relishing her anticipation of the dreaded phone call, while also enjoying her elevated level of arousal. I am not sure if being naked in front of us turned Olivia on, or if it was the rattan cane, being used as it was to stimulate her erogenous zones, rather than as an instrument of torture. However, as Olivia let out a quiet moan, it was obvious that Madison was getting to her.
"Fetch me two pillows and Liv's vibrator," Madison instructed me. "It is in my bedside drawer," she added. "I can't trust her to have it in her room."
We were still at the stage in our relationship where I obeyed Madison without question, and I scurried off to follow her commands. When I returned moments later, Olivia was in a high state of arousal, thrusting her pelvis forward lewdly, as the tip of the rattan cane rested against her clitoris.
"Prop the vibrator up on the pillows," Madison instructed me. "Place the tip of it against her clit," she added, removing the rattan cane, the end of which was slick with the signs of Olivia's arousal.
I tried to give Olivia some acknowledgment of apology, but she had her eyes closed as if she was trying to blot out her humiliation. She jumped reflexively as my knuckle brushed her pubic area, trying to position the vibrator perfectly. Once the tip of the vibrator was resting against her clitoris, Madison told me to hold the pillows in place, and ordered Olivia to slowly lower herself. There were a couple of minor adjustments to be made, and when Madison was satisfied that the vibrator was perfectly positioned, she fired it up.
Olivia let out a whimper as the vibrator worked its magic, and I could tell that she was going to climax very quickly under this stimulation. A few moments later Olivia's stomach tightened, which was Madison's cue to immediately cease the stimulation. Olivia let out a moan of frustration and then looked nervously at Madison, as if to seek permission to have some release before the dreaded phone call.
"My bad," Madison said cheerfully, "wrong speed."
