“My name is Melissa and I am Isabel’s slave,” Melissa’s words sounded like an introduction at a Fetish Anonymous group meeting but they were directed towards Amy, Isabel’s friend. It was a fleeting meeting that lasted all of a few minutes and concluded with a kiss on the cheek for Isabel and nothing for Melissa.

In fact, the way she was ignored dented her confidence a little. Melissa hadn’t started out being a slave, but one day, the urge to do someone else’s bidding invaded her mind and wouldn’t recede. It was convenient in some respects; she got paid for being a slave, in a round-about way.

So, how did all this come about?

Melissa found herself in the employ of Isabel as a maid. Her age and looks: mid-twenties, jet black hair, nice perky tits that were not large but not small either and long legs, were everything Isabel was looking for in a maid. Melissa’s confidence and the fact that she was comfortable in her own skin led her to accept the job that was offered to her and besides, it would have been much harder for her to find lodgings rather than being offered them.

Isabel had a high-powered and stressful job. It took a lot out of her every day of the week and she needed her downtime to keep sane; as do we all. As a live-in maid, Melissa’s prime job was to ensure that Isabel was well looked after, and in that respect, Melissa adopted a light-hearted approach that saw them establish a friendly relationship rather than an employer-employee one. You could say they both hit it off.

Melissa had been working for Isabel for almost a month, and in that time, Melissa had caught Isabel in various stages of undress and often found herself looking away with head bowed to the floor while Isabel finished dressing. It was a fact of their relationship that over time, Melissa did find her employer rather attractive. Why wouldn’t she? After all, Melissa had just come out of a lesbian relationship that had hurt her beyond belief and one that had put her out on the streets of London at short notice. She was lucky to land the job that gave her a roof over her head and more than enough money to get her back on her feet.

In just under a month of celibacy, Melissa had started lusting after pussy and one pussy in particular. She wondered whether the hair, (if there was any down below) had the same tonal qualities as the hair on Isabel’s head. There was only one way to find out!

Though, for the whole month, Melissa never considered approaching the subject; she was Isabel’s employee after all. Isabel’s gorgeous figure, complete with child-bearing hips and voluptuous breasts, was an asset that drove her insane, as were her painted toenails. Isabel’s attitude was another aspect that excited Melissa, especially when Isabel’s day had proven to be particularly arduous.

Isabel was not herself on that fateful night and had taken to downing quite a few glasses of red wine. The conversation was stunted; one minute light-hearted and the next minute causing Isabel’s brow to become furrowed. At one point, Melissa thought that her actions were affecting Isabel’s behaviour, causing her to become angry. Melissa quickly shelved that idea because their relationship was on a different level, but the constant orders that issued from Isabel’s mouth were not the norm. Something was wrong.

Melissa complied with everything. She took Isabel’s coat and hung it up for her. She got her a drink and then another one, she ran a bath for her and added the orange-scented bath salts. She fetched her another drink; all while trying to prepare the evening meal which they ate almost in silence.

Melissa had left Isabel with a full glass of red wine and was standing at the kitchen sink, her hands covered in soap suds and her eyes looking at her reflection in the windowpane. She could sense Isabel approaching and braced herself for a deluge of commands. Melissa flinched at the touch of a hand on her elbow. There were words spoken that were so faint she struggled to comprehend them.

“I want you,” Isabel whispered. The hand that touched and then fondled Melissa’s bottom confirmed what she thought she heard.

Melissa stiffened, stopped caressing the dishes and held her breath for what seemed like ages. Staring into the darkened mirror-like window, she tried to look into Isabel’s eyes but she said nothing in return.

“Would you prefer me to stop?”

Melissa shook her head.

“Then I want you to pleasure me,” she whispered a little louder.

Melissa definitely heard that request and noted that it didn’t come with any emphasis that she had a choice and yet the sudden intake of breath on her part told Isabel exactly what she needed to know.

Isabel’s hand squeezed harder on Melissa’s backside and alternated with the action of caressing and pushing her cheeks from side to side. Melissa could see Isabel’s reflection in the window and knew she was working herself up to another request.

“Turn around and kneel.”

Melissa turned around, her hands dripping with soap suds, her cunt dripping with more pleasurable thoughts; their eyes locked together and Melissa was left in no doubt. Melissa could feel the heat of Isabel’s lust permeate her skin. It wasn’t like she was shocked at the request, she wanted to obey her and she realised that she had wanted to do that for some time.

Melissa knelt and stared at the hemline that faced her from Isabel’s short skirt. Her lips quivered uncontrollably. She found her eyes closing and yet she wanted to look at what she was about to do. She could feel butterflies explode out of her stomach and fill the room with excitement. Placing her soapy hands on Isabel’s skirt, she raised it; pushing it up until it was above her slit. A smile broke out on Melissa’s lips as she saw, up close, the delicacy that awaited her. Her hands rounded onto Isabel’s bottom and with a sudden urge pulled her towards her waiting tongue.

“Lick it. Suck it,” Isabel’s instructions left Melissa undecided as to which was the better option. She felt Isabel’s hand on the back of her head and at that moment nothing else mattered, her senses reeled with the taste, the smell, the sheer delight in being able to pleasure another woman, to slide her tongue over something so deliciously silky and smooth and wet as fuck. As far as she was concerned, this was a long time coming. Isabel stepped to one side to provide Melissa with more access for the oral plundering to take effect.

That was when it all started. The two of them became lovers and slowly but surely, Melissa became Isabel’s slave.

It didn’t happen overnight and if Melissa was ever asked to put a date on her conversion she would be hard up to do so. It was something that she gradually fell into. It was as much Isabel’s domination and directness as Melissa was inclined to do as much for her as she could. It wasn’t a role Melissa would say that she was comfortable with; always giving as good as she got, but she fell into it with gusto. It took about a month after that night of lust for Isabel to become completely dominant over Melissa, so much so, that she was able to convert Melissa into the complete submissive slut that she now was.

Melissa would be the first to agree that she was more than happy with her position in life. She knew her place and enjoyed it. Isabel even treated her to some special time in the bedroom; but only if she had been a good girl. The pure fact was that Melissa loved eating pussy and the sight of a well-formed mound that was shaved and lying between the firm and fleshy thighs drove her insane with lust. More than that though was the sound of sexual bliss. Those little squirms, high-pitched squeaks, satisfying sighs and downright guttural moans got her off every time.

Melissa was very good at her job, even though the goalposts had been moved somewhat drastically. The original contract had been well and truly thrown out of the window and she now planned the week for Isabel. Sexually that was. And as she awaited her boss’ homecoming on Thursday, she knew that Isabel would be at the end of her tether and that she would be needing her help to relax.

Melissa waited attentively for the sound of the key in the door and when she heard it, she was off the chair to meet Isabel in the entrance hall, to take her bag and coat from her and place them neatly in the right places. The loving smile that Melissa received was all the pleasure she needed as she stared attentively into Isabel’s eyes.

“Make me a drink will you? Wine, please,” Isabel said.

Melissa rushed off to the kitchen to break open a new bottle of wine. Wine never lasted that long with Isabel and so a new bottle always had to be opened. She returned to the lounge where she found Isabel relaxing in the brown leather chair.

Isabel extended her hand and took the glass from Melissa. Taking a sip of the dark red liquid she then placed it on the table next to the chair.  Isabel flashed her eyelids at Melissa and let out a relaxing sigh, she didn’t have to say a word.

Relaxing back into the chair, Isabel slid forward. Her eyes searching Melissa’s and the biting of the lip and the seductive smile were all the clues that Melissa was provided with. Kneeling on the floor, Melissa slipped the skirt upwards and under Isabel’s bottom that was quickly lifted off the chair until the dress was tucked underneath and no longer an obstacle. Though, in the back of Melissa’s mind, the thought of dropping the skirt on the floor would have been a far easier task to accomplish.

The effect would have been the same though as Isabel’s pussy would be on show and glistening. Melissa’s eyes feasted on it, her tongue extended as she watched Isabel sink into the chair in a single elegant move that left her head resting on the back of the chair and her eyes closed in anticipation. First one leg and then the other was raised and hooked over the arms of the chair; Isabel’s plump pussy, ripe and succulent and waiting to be crushed into juicy nectar.

Melissa’s hands teased her, caressing from her toes to her knees and then onto her silky-smooth thighs. Melissa’s body inched forward, anticipating the first touch of her lips, though the problem was where that touch would be. She didn’t want to disappoint Isabel, she had expectations to live up to. Melissa was mindful of her own need as well as that of Isabel’s and within minutes of touching each other, their breaths became synchronised.

Melissa stared at Isabel to try and decide where to kiss her first, it had to be the right place, the place Isabel was expecting, though no clues had been given. A smile suddenly appeared on Isabel’s face, she knew what was going through Melissa’s head and bit her lip. Melissa was aware that she would be punished if she took too long, and slowly but surely, her lips were drawn in the direction of Isabel’s pussy. Her breath could be felt sliding over it, exiting it, making it twitch in response to the warm air on liquid silk. At the last moment, Melissa pulled her mouth to one side and gently kissed her inner thigh.

The contented sigh indicated that it was the right move to make. Kisses were planted all over one thigh before the other was pleasured in equal measures. The sudden move to swipe the flat of her tongue over Isabel’s pussy was rewarded with a pleasurable verbal outburst. The action of spreading Isabel’s lips allowed Melissa access to her succulent juices. The heady aroma from a hard day’s work drove Melissa onwards at an ever-increasing pace and while she wanted to savour the pleasure she was giving she couldn’t help but drive her tongue forwards and Isabel couldn’t help but encourage her to do just that.

There was one thing that Isabel had come to love, and that was her pussy lips spread by Melissa’s tongue. With the feel of her pussy opening for her lover, her hand started to curl and twist Melissa’s hair as she tugged her closer. Isabel’s bottom lifted off the chair momentarily and her nostrils flared with need and anticipation.

Isabel’s encouragement, both verbal and touch was not required but was welcomed nonetheless. It was always satisfying to know that the pleasure that was given so freely was welcomed with such enthusiasm. Melissa’s tongue started to penetrate Isabel’s pussy, dipping in to lick and encourage her sweet juices to enter her mouth. Her hand supported Isabel’s bottom when it lifted uncontrollably off the chair. Both women knew that the final sprint was creeping ever closer.

Melissa was suddenly aware that Isabel was watching her with that dreamy look in her eyes. Isabel’s hand extended and clutched at the back of Melissa’s head before she was dragged further into her cunt.

“Does that taste good?” Isabel asked.

At first, Melissa thought it was just another of Isabel’s stupid questions but she played her game.

“Mmmm,” she replies, lifting her head slightly to look into Isabel’s eyes, “it tastes wonderful.”

Isabel watched Melissa for a while, appreciating the way she licked her, pushed her tongue into her and planted kisses on her most special lips. She continued to play with Melissa’s hair; occasionally gasping and sighing in response to Melissa’s efforts at prolonging her orgasm.

Melissa licked and probed Isabel’s slit as she watched her arch her back and close her eyes. She could feel her orgasm building. It was as if her body had gone quiet and stiff on the outside, but inside it was like a war was raging, pushing her towards her goal. With Isabel’s head facing upwards, she grabbed Melissa’s hair and thrust her pussy into her face; fucking her mouth and tongue for a while before holding Melissa still. 

The only action left open to Melissa was to push her tongue inside Isabel’s pussy. It’s exactly what she wanted her to do. Isabel’s bottom left the chair as Melissa’s tongue drove deeper into her, intending to grind her pussy into Melissa’s face but with the added freedom, Melissa pulled her tongue from inside her slit and allowed it to flick over Isabel’s clit. The sudden pleasure sent Isabel wild just as Melissa’s mouth clamped down on it and sucked hard.

It was exactly what was required but not what was intended. Isabel’s release was sudden but not unexpected. With her slightly elevated position, Melissa could look into Isabel’s eyes and she knew that look all too well. It was the look of ownership, the look of making Melissa do her bidding but it was also the look of a person that was about to be taken.

“Oh, my,” Isabel let out a loving sigh. “Lick it. Yeah, lick it,” she encouraged.

Melissa licked and sucked hard on her clit, flicking it with her tongue, rolling it around and occasionally dipping her tongue between her folds for more of that gorgeous juice. Several strokes later and Isabel’s body started to shake in unison to Melissa’s oral efforts.

Suddenly, Isabel lifted her bottom off the chair which caught Melissa unawares. In response, Melissa shook her mouth from side to side causing her lips to brush hard on Isabel’s clit. Isabel squirmed under the intense pleasure. She started to whimper and cry; occasionally letting out small streams of verbal encouragement from her lips.

The flood gates opened and it became almost impossible for Melissa to lick Isabel without sliding all over her bucking body.

 “You’re such a good little girl,” said Isabel. They were almost her last words before her orgasm was about to crash over her spent body.

Melissa loved to hear words like that and as soon as they registered in her mind she started to lick Isabel’s clit even faster; she pushed her thighs apart with her hands and devoured her cunt; relishing in everything she did. A hand reached under Isabel’s body to cup her bottom. Isabel’s thighs were wide open, just how Melissa liked them to be. She licked and flicked watching and waiting for the right moment.

Isabel squirmed in delight.

“That’s it. That’s a good girl,” Isabel groaned, her eyes slid backwards, her head pressed into the chair, her legs stiffened. Melissa’s thumb penetrated her anus in one last strike.

Isabel’s body fell from the clifftop. The control she had on her body suddenly walked away leaving her to crash, shake and shiver her way to a glorifying climax. At that moment, Isabel’s body movements were uncontrollable, both hands shot forward to grasp Melissa’s head. Isabel’s verbal outbursts did nothing less than encourage Melissa in all that she did.

Melissa loved the sounds that emanated throughout the room and she found that Isabel’s swearing was one of the horniest sounds she had ever heard when in that position. She kept licking Isabel’s clit and pussy as best she could despite the rapid bucking and twisting of her hips.

Isabel groaned her way out of her orgasm, eventually letting go of Melissa’s head when she was fully sated. Melissa didn’t move, she didn’t want to destroy the pleasure dome that encompassed the two of them. Her partner’s stressful day and her oral ministrations brought all of this to a satisfying climax. It was something that she was so proud of. Melissa dipped her tongue into Isabel’s pussy to gather her juices and savour her orgasm. She would have been happy to rest between Isabel’s thighs and kiss her to another orgasm but Isabel lifted her so that she could kiss her lips.

After the one tender moment that brought another welcome smile to Melissa’s face, she finally turned her, “Go and make some food, I’m starving,” she said.

Melissa started to get up.

“Hand me the wine will you before you go,” she instructed.

Melissa handed her the wine. Isabel took a huge gulp out of it before folding and closing her legs and she finally rested the wine glass on the edge of the chair as her head flopped backwards and her eyes closed.

 “And after the meal – get the bath ready will you. For two,” she shouted.

A smile spread across Melissa’s lips as she walked away towards the kitchen. She bit her lip ‘for two,’ she heard her say, ‘for two.’ As soon as she registered delight at those words her mind also registered the downside. There would be no spanking tonight, she thought.