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:: Go out to meet Rachel. {"position":"570,10"}
[[You]] rush out to the driveway and are just in time to see a car pull into the driveway. It parks and the driver's side door opens. A long feminine leg in a thigh high black leather boot with a stiletto heel comes out of the door and, when the rest of her body follows, you quickly recognize the driver as [[Rachel]].
Your jaw drops when you see her. She's wearing a black leather corset with a zipper down the front which only accentuates her already impressive figure. Her black leather skirt shows off just a couple of inches of skin between it and her boots. She's also wearing a pair of black leather opera gloves and a pair of sunglasses. The overall effect is stunning.
She takes off her sunglasses and looks you over from top to bottom. "Put your tongue back in your mouth, Parker," she says. "I know I look hot. <>I like the new hair color. <><><>But w<>W<>hat's with the sweatsuit? I don't want to see you wearing anything like this again. I always want to see you wearing something girly.<><><><>Also,<>By the way,<> that's a cute outfit. I like it.<><><>Also,<>By the way,<> I love the dress! A bit overdressed, considering what you're going to be doing tonight, but A for effort.<><><><>Also<>By the way,<> that's a sexy little dress you're wearing, Parker. Nice job.<><><><>I also<>So, I<> see you decided you'd better dress extra special for me. I approve.<><> I especially like the belly button piercing! Looks good on you.<><> <><>However,<>And<> I see you got your ears pierced like I told you to. Very good."
She walks over and grabs your nipples <>under<>through<> your <>sweatshirt<><>blouse<><>dress<><>top<>.<> <>"Excellent. You got your nipples pierced too. Very good, slave. All right, are you ready to go?"<>
<>[[I'm ready.]]
<>[[Tell her you can't go with her.]]<>
[[Tell her you need to cancel other plans.]]<><>"Why aren't your nipples pierced as I commanded?" Rachel demands.
[[Beg her not to make you get any more piercings.|Beg her not to make you get any piercings.]]<><><>And<>But<> I don't see any earrings in those ears. What do you have to say for yourself?"
[[Beg her not to make you get any piercings.]]<>
:: Beg her not to make you get any piercings. {"position":"570,150"}
"[[Rachel]]," [[you|You]] say, "please don't make me get <>any piercings<>any more piercings<>. I'm begging you." Without thinking, you drop to your knees on the driveway in front of her and look up at her submissively.
Rachel looks down on you coldly, but then you see her expression soften a bit. "Oh, all right," she says. "You're lucky you're so damn cute when you beg." She gestures to her boot. "While you're down there, lick my boots as an apology."
You are so overwhelmed with gratitude that you eagerly bend over and begin licking the top of her boot. You feel her pick up her other foot and her other boot comes down on the back of your neck, the point of her heel pressing into your neck uncomfortably.
"This is where you belong, isn't it, Parker? On the ground like a worm under my heel? You're lucky I even let you lick my boots." You just keep licking. "Well, answer me! Is this where you belong?" she says, pressing down harder on your neck.
"Yes, Rachel!" you say almost reflexively, becoming aroused in spite of yourself.
"Very good," she says. She has you switch to the other boot and, when she's satisfied, she lets you stand up and says, "All right, get in the car."<>
<>[[I'm ready.]]
<>[[Tell her you can't go with her.]]<>
[[Tell her you need to cancel other plans.]]<>
:: Tell her you need to cancel other plans. {"position":"570,290"}
"[[Rachel]]," [[you|You]] say, "I want to go with you, but I already had prior plans."
"With who?" she demands.
<>"I agreed to go shopping with Julia and watch a movie with Ethan," you say.
"Why, you little slut!" Rachel says. "You get around, don't you? Well, I'll take care of Julia for you. Why don't you go in and tell Ethan you won't be able to make it?"
Nervously, you walk in to the dining room. Taking [[Ethan]] aside privately, you explain that you have to go with Rachel tonight and you're going to have to break your date with him.
He looks very disappointed, but takes it with good grace. You go back out to Rachel to find her putting away her phone.<> "All right," she says, "I told Julia that I required your services tonight. Now let's go!"
<><><>"I agreed to go shopping with Julia and go see my best friend Billy," you say.
"Why, you little slut!" Rachel says. "You get around, don't you? Well, I'll take care of Julia for you. And then you can borrow my phone and give your little friend Billy a call to cancel."
She dials Julia's number and says, "Julia. Rachel here. Parker tells me you were supposed to go shopping with her tonight. Well, I require Parker's services tonight. If you're a good girl, maybe I'll loan her to you some other time. Bye bye!"
She hands you the phone and you give Billy a call. You explain to him that something has come up and you won't be able to see him tonight. He sounds very disappointed and you feel terrible.<>
"All right," Rachel says, "let's go."
<><><>"I agreed to go shopping with Julia," you say.
Rachel says, "Oh, I'll take care of that for you."
She dials Julia's number and says, "Julia. Rachel here. Parker tells me you were supposed to go shopping with her tonight. Well, I require Parker's services tonight. If you're a good girl, maybe I'll loan her to you some other time. Bye bye!" She turns to you. "All right, let's go."
<><><>"I agreed to watch a movie with Ethan," you say.
"Well, get your little butt in there and tell him you can't make it," Rachel says.
Nervously, you walk in to the dining room. Taking [[Ethan]] aside privately, you explain that you have to go with Rachel tonight and you're going to have to break your date with him.
He looks very disappointed, but takes it with good grace. You go back out to Rachel and she says, "All set? Let's go then."<>
<><><>"I agreed to go see my best friend Billy," you say.
Rachel hands you her phone. "Well, give him a call and cancel," she says.
You give Billy a call and explain to him that something has come up and you won't be able to see him tonight. He sounds very disappointed and you feel terrible.<>
"All right," Rachel says, "let's go."
<><><><><><>
:: Tell her you can't go with her. {"position":"430,150"}
<><><>"[[Rachel]]," [[you|You]] say, "I'm desperately sorry, but I can't go with you tonight."
"What!? What do you mean!?" she demands.
You think quickly. "Mr. Anderson doesn't want me going out tonight," you say.
Rachel stops dead in her tracks. "Well, all right then. But I'd better not find out you're lying to me. I guess we can make it a quickie. Go lie down on your back on the lawn." She points over to an illuminated area right in front of the dining room window.
You obey her, lying down on the grass in front of the window, acutely aware that you could probably be observed by everybody in the dining room. You're a little worried about getting grass stains on your outfit, but you certainly don't plan to disobey Rachel any more than you already have.
Rachel approaches you, planting her feet on either side of your head, so she's facing your feet. You have no choice but to look directly up her skirt, but the shadows prevent you from seeing anything. She hikes up her skirt, allowing you to see that she isn't wearing underwear. She must be aroused because you can definitely smell her pussy, even though it's still a couple of feet away.
The smell becomes more powerful as she lowers herself into a kneeling position until she's planted on your face with your mouth covered by her pussy and your nose poking into her asshole. "What do you want?" she snaps. "An engraved invitation? Lick my pussy, cunt!"
You don't really have a good angle for anything except sticking your tongue straight into her vagina so that's what you do. You're surprised again at how good she tastes and smells. Your mind fogs over with lust and you lose yourself in what you're doing. She actively moves her hips, apparently with the goal of marking her territory by covering as much of your face as possible with her copious juices. <>She reaches under your <>shirt<><>shirt and bra<><>dress and bra<><>top<> and grabs your nipple rings, twisting and turning them. You wince with every tug, almost afraid she'll pull them out.<>
She shifts forward so her anus is right above your mouth. "Rim me," she orders. <>You've never rimmed anyone before and find the order rather distasteful, but with her sitting on your face and her powerful thighs surrounding your head, you don't even think about disobeying. Plus, your mind is too lust-befogged to do anything but obey anyway. You snake your tongue into her asshole, idly noting that she obviously bleaches it.<>You eagerly stick your tongue in her ass, idly noting the obviously bleaches her anal area.<> She pushes down on you, squeezing her sphincter muscles around your tongue. "Deeper!" she commands. You push your tongue in as far as it will go.<><>
She places a hand on your sternum and begins strumming her clit with her other hand. You try to keep your tongue planted in her ass as she pushes herself up and down, landing harder on your face each time until you're afraid she's going to miscalculate and break your nose. When she comes, she lets out a high keening noise, seating herself firmly on your face. Your tongue is as deep inside as her as it will go and she clamps down hard on it as she orgasms.
When she's done, she relaxes, covering your mouth with her pussy and your nose with her ass so you begin to have some difficulty breathing. Right when you feel like you might have to push her off of you, she stands up, allowing you to gasp for breath.
She looks down at you and holds her foot over your face, presenting her heel to your mouth. <>Remembering how she humiliated you two days ago, you suck on her heel again without being told.<>You stare up at it and Rachel says, "Suck it, bitch." Afraid of what she'll do if you don't, you submissively suck on her heel.<>
When she's satisfied with your show of submission, she walks off, gets into the car, and drives away. You pick yourself up and walk slowly back into the mansion.
[[Go to dinner.|Go to Wednesday Dinner]]
:: I'm ready. {"position":"430,430"}
<><><><>[[You]] walk over to the passenger side of the car, but [[Rachel]] just walks over to the driver's side and stands there. You're about to get in when you realize that she probably wants you to open the door for her. You hurry over to open her door and she nods approvingly as she gets in. When she's in, you close the door and then get in the passenger side of the vehicle.
"You haven't eaten yet, have you?" Rachel asks. You shake your head. "Good," she says. "My parents are out of town and you're going to cook for me."
"I don't know how to cook," you say.
"Time you learned then," she says. "I have a recipe. You just have to follow it."
After about five minutes drive, she pulls into the garage of a beautiful looking home in a quite attractive neighborhood. She waits while you walk around to open the door for her and then she steps out.
She strides up to the front door and unlocks it. As soon as you walk in the door into the impressive entryway, she says, "Strip."
You hesitate. "What?"
"You heard me. Strip. Take off your clothes. There's an apron in the kitchen. That's all I want you wearing while you're cooking," she says. Not waiting for you to respond, she sits down on the couch and pulls off her boots.
You fumble to take your clothes off and see that Rachel is disrobing as well. When she removes her skirt, you notice she isn't wearing any panties.
When you're completely naked, she walks over to you in just her bra. You are taken again with how stunning her body is. Your own nakedness makes you feel very vulnerable, but even nearly naked, Rachel is still imposing, an earthbound goddess radiating command.
She looks down at your crotch and grins evilly. "Like what you see, little <>slut<>sissy<>? <>I could smell your wet little cunt from the couch.<>That tiny penis of yours is about as hard as it gets, isn't it?<>" You blush, realizing that she's right. Your nipples are so hard, they ache.
"<>Glad to see you waxed, by the way. <><><>I thought I told you I wanted you shaved. Don't disobey me again. <><><>You really need to get waxed, by the way. <>All right. I know it'll be hard, but don't touch yourself while you're cooking. I'm going to go work out in the basement. Come and join me when you've put it in the oven. The kitchen is over that way. You'll find an apron hanging on the hook and a note on the refrigerator with the recipe." She points you to the kitchen and you start to walk over to it. As you turn away from her, Rachel delivers a sharp, stinging slap to your backside which makes you jump in surprise.
You walk into the kitchen which has gorgeous wood paneling and lots of counter space. You find the apron and put it on. You walk over to the refrigerator and read the note. "Rachel, here's the recipe for baked ziti, along with instructions on where to find the ingredients. It's Jennifer's day off, so you'll need to get one of your friends from school to do it for you. Love, Mom." Huh. Apparently, it's not unusual for Rachel to have her "friends" serve her.
You sigh and get to work on preparing the baked ziti, following the recipe carefully. You're very unused to this sort of thing so it takes you about half an hour. Surprisingly, your arousal never really fades. In fact, it seems to increase. The idea of acting as Rachel's servant has you on edge the whole time and you have to really concentrate to keep yourself from fantasizing. You also are becoming ravenously hungry as you fix the food. When you're done, you put it into the oven. You take off the apron and hang it back on the hook.
[[Go down to the basement.]]
:: Go down to the basement. {"position":"570,430"}
With some trepidation, [[you|You]] walk down the stairs to the basement. You can hear a treadmill as soon as you open the door and, when you make your way down the stairs, you see [[Rachel]] running on the treadmill, still nude and glistening with sweat. You stop and stare mesmerized at her perfectly muscled ass flexing as she runs.
She turns off the treadmill and gets off, turning to look at you. "Well, don't just stand there staring!" she says. "Go get me a towel!"
You notice a bathroom next to the treadmill and walk over to get her a towel. She takes the towel from you and wipes herself off. She looks at you intently while she's doing this and says, <>"Turn around, Parker. I want to see you from the back."<>"I can't get over how cute that tiny little hard-on of yours is. Now turn around. I want to see you from the back."<> You turn around nervously.
"God," she says, "you are a sexy little thing, aren't you? No wonder Sean's so obsessed with you. He really wants to fuck you, you know. Would you like that? Would you like it if my boyfriend fucked your tight little <>pussy or maybe that cute <>ass?"
[[If it would please you, Rachel.]]
[[No, Rachel.]]
<>[[Tell her Sean has already fucked you.]]<>
:: No, Rachel. {"position":"570,570"}
"No, [[Rachel]]," [[you|You]] say<>, deciding not to mention that Sean has already fucked you<>.<>
She turns you around and looks down into your eyes skeptically. "I wonder if I should believe that," she says thoughtfully.
<>
:: Tell her Sean has already fucked you. {"position":"710,570"}
"Sean already fucked me," [[you|You]] say without turning around.
[[Rachel]] spins you around to face her, grabbing you by both arms to do it. Her eyes flash. "He did!? When!?" she demands.
Trembling with fright, you explain how he caught you right after school, took you into an empty classroom, and fucked <>your pussy<>you up the ass<>.
Rachel lets you go and seems to calm down immediately. She chuckles to herself. "Well, that son-of-a-bitch," she says. "I sucked that bastard off after school too. I thought he tasted like <>slut<>ass<>."
You look down at the ground and stammer, "Are-are you mad at me?"
She takes you by the chin and makes you look up into her eyes. "Are you scared of me?" she asks.
You gulp and nod. "Good," she says smugly. "No, I'm not mad at you. You're just a fucktoy, after all. A stud like Sean comes around and offers to fill your needy little holes... Well, what are you supposed to do except bend over and take it<> up the ass<>? That's what you're for after all."
<>
:: If it would please you, Rachel. {"position":"430,570"}
"I would like it if it pleased you, [[Rachel]]," [[you|You]] say without turning around.
She spins you around to face her, grabbing you by both arms in the process. Her eyes flash as she looks down at you. "So you want to fuck my boyfriend, do you, slut!?" she demands.
You quail before her. "Only if it pleases you, Rachel! Only if you want me to!" you plead with her, almost bursting into tears.
Rachel laughs. "Oh, relax, slut. I'm just messing with you. I'm not mad. Of course a little fucktoy like you wants to be taken by a stud like Sean. Being mad at you for it would be like being mad at a snake for having scales. It's just your nature."
<>
:: Rachel After Workout {"position":"570,850"}
She seems to come to a decision and says, "Well, never mind. I've got to get cleaned up before dinner. Come."
She walks into the bathroom and turns on the shower, stripping off her bra. "Well, look at this. I'm all sweaty. Why don't you lick all that sweat off? Start from my feet and work your way up." She jumps up to sit on the counter next to the sink and waggles a foot at you.
Embarrassed, you drop to your knees and begin licking her foot. Her feet are in absolutely perfect condition with no hint of calluses. She obviously gets regular pedicures. They're still pretty unappetizing, though, especially when she has you lick between her toes.
You work your way up her legs until you're mouth-to-mouth with her pussy. This is obviously turning her on since her scent is powerful and powerfully arousing. She has you give her pussy lips a swipe with your tongue and then has you move up her belly to the valley of her breasts, the first place a decent amount of sweat has accumulated.
Thankfully, she has you skip her arms and underarms and jumps down from the counter. She turns around and presents her ass to you. "Now do a real good job licking my ass crack," she commands. You obey.
She then has you attend her in the shower where you soap her up and then help towel her dry once she's rinsed off. "All right, the food should be nearly ready," she says.
[[Continue.|Dinner with Rachel]]
:: Dinner with Rachel {"position":"570,990"}
The two of you walk upstairs where [[Rachel]] gets dressed again in her leather outfit while [[you|You]] put the apron back on and wait for the ziti to finish before taking it out of the oven. The smell of the food causes your stomach to growl at you.
"Should I get dressed, Rachel?" you ask.
"No. Are you hungry?" Rachel asks.
"Yes," you say.
"Make yourself a plate then," she says.
You dish out the ziti onto two plates and bring them over to the table where Rachel sits waiting at the head of the table. You put yours down at a seat next to Rachel. You go back to get some silverware and set the table.
Dinner is surprisingly pleasant. Rachel makes small talk with you, mostly gossip, and she turns out to be quite entertaining. You find out that both of her parents work for Anderson Chemical Company. Curious, you ask her about her childhood in Rosestead and she seems happy to talk about it. She quite obviously admires both of her parents, but you learn she was more or less raised by a nanny named Jennifer. You find out this is the same Jennifer who still works as a servant for the family, though when that comes up, she quickly changes the subject.
When you've both finished eating, Rachel orders you to wash the dishes while she heads to the living room to watch some television. You wash Rachel's dishes for her, embarrassed that you are acting as her servant, but you can't deny the arousing effect this is having on you.
When you finish, you walk into the living room where Rachel is lounging on the couch. "Oh good," she says. "I needed a footstool. You're perfect for the job." You walk over to get the ottoman on the side of the couch for her. She chuckles. "No, no, sweetie. //You're// the footstool. Get on your knees in front of me, facing the TV."
You sigh. You can almost feel the last shred of your dignity being torn away as you kneel in front of her. She has you lie down with your breasts pushing into the carpet and your butt sticking obscenely into the air in front of her. You try not to imagine what you must look like to her as she rests her booted feet on your ass. You are in that position, humiliated and increasingly uncomfortable, for at least thirty minutes while Rachel watches some sort of teen soap. You're surprised to find that it's actually pretty good; you'd always been rather contemptuous of those sorts of shows before.
When the show is over, Rachel starts flipping channels and takes one of her boots off of your ass. She nudges your legs apart and <>inserts the toe of her boot into your pussy<>starts stroking your penis with the toe of her boot<>. You groan in lust. You'd almost forgotten how horny you were. "Don't you dare come on my <>boot<>carpet<>," Rachel says. You desperately try to ignore the sensations in your crotch, trying to think about old horror films instead as Rachel continues to stroke you. Then Rachel's other boot comes off your ass. Reflexively, you spread your legs a little wider to relieve some of the cramping you'd been having while she was using you as a footstool.
<><><>Suddenly, but slowly, you feel a thin, gentle penetration of your anus. Oh God no, you think, she's fucking me up the ass with the heel of her boot. You groan as your anus dilates to let her in. "You like that, don't you?" Rachel asks. "//Real// women don't take it up the ass, you know. That's strictly for buttslut whores. The only things that go up my ass are the tongues of little asslickers like you." Rachel begins slowly thrusting her heel in and out of your ass. She seems to be taking great care not to tear you, which she could easily do with that stiletto heel of hers. You hadn't even realized Rachel could //be// gentle before, but you certainly appreciate it now. She apparently was doing it just to degrade you, though, as she pulls her heel out after only a few minutes.
<>Rachel stands up abruptly. "Roll over on your back, slave," she says. You roll over and look at her looming over you, her sheer presence overwhelming you, making you feel small, weak, and powerless. She lowers herself onto your chest, just below your breasts, making it slightly difficult for you to breathe. Your nostrils are overcome by the scent of her pussy, although your view of it is still obscured by her skirt. <>She takes a hold of the rings in your nipples and twists them gently, though it still causes you to gasp a little from the pain.<>
"You're going to be a good little whore for me, aren't you?" she asks.
[[Yes, Rachel.]]<>
[[I am all yours to use however you like, Rachel.]]<>
:: I am all yours to use however you like, Rachel. {"position":"570,1130"}
<><><>[[You]] gulp, but looking up at her, you decide you want her to know exactly how you feel about her, as surprised as you are that you do feel that way about her. "I'm all yours, [[Rachel]]. You can use me however you want."
Rachel's eyes light up with excitement at your submission to her. She shifts a little to raise her skirt and begins rubbing her pussy on your chest. You can feel just how wet she is and you're pretty sure that she is leaving a little puddle on you. "Ooh," she says, "you're a sweet talker, aren't you? Well, the first thing you're going to do is eat me out."
<>
:: Yes, Rachel. {"position":"430,1130"}
<>"Yes, [[Rachel]]," [[you|You]] say. "I'll be a good little whore for you."
"Glad to hear it," she says. "Right now, you can eat me out."
<>
:: Eat Out Rachel {"position":"570,1270"}
<><>Rachel lifts herself up onto her knees and hikes her skirt up above her waist. She crawls forward until her pussy is just over your mouth. <>She drips onto your face as she hovers above you. <>Her scent is overpowering and extremely arousing.
"Get a good look and smell, <>slave<>slut<>," she says. "That's the center of your universe. The most important job you have is keeping it satisfied."
You stare up at Rachel's pussy, mesmerized, inhaling the heady aroma with deep breaths<>, trying to catch her dripping juices with your tongue<>. Rachel pushes down onto your mouth and you greedily put your lips and tongue to work on her. <>As soon as your tongue touches her clit, she pushes down hard onto your face, gasping and bucking in orgasm, writhing to keep your tongue firmly centered. After a good half a minute, she pulls herself up off of you and hovers over your mouth, still dripping. Panting heavily, she waits for about half a minute and then settles down on your mouth again.
"Again," she commands. You eagerly get back to work. <>She doesn't move as you lick her, letting you expend all the energy, while she stares down into your eyes<>, with what might even be a look of affection, though that seems improbable for Rachel<>. She strips off her corset and bra as you service her and then unsnaps her skirt on the side to remove it. When she's done, she's completely nude except for her boots and you marvel again at her figure. She closes her eyes and starts massaging her breasts with her hands, moving her body sinuously like a cat while you eat her. God, what a body she has, you think to yourself. <>You have been in a high state of arousal the entire night and your pussy feels as warm and slick as it ever has. You start to clench your thighs together, trying to manage enough pressure to get yourself off.
"Hey!" Rachel says. "Pay attention to what you're doing and stop moving your legs! You don't get to come until I'm completely satisfied. Your cunt belongs to me."<>You have been in a high state of arousal the entire night and what remains of your penis is rigid. You sneak your hand down to your crotch, hoping to rub one out while she's distracted.
Without even opening her eyes, Rachel slaps your hand away. "Pay attention to what you're doing!" she says. "You don't get to come until I'm completely satisfied. That tiny pecker of yours belongs to me."<>
Chastened, you try to ignore your arousal and work your tongue into Rachel's snatch with a renewed vigor, hoping to get her off as quickly as possible so she'll finally let you orgasm. It takes about ten minutes and your tongue is getting quite tired by the time she finally explodes into orgasm, grinding her crotch all over your face while she does so. When she's done coming, she continues to rub her pussy on your face, even moving to get your forehead, so your entire face is coated with her juices.
She stands up and sits down on the couch, still looking fabulously sexy in her boots and nothing else. She snaps her fingers and says, "Kneel in front of me, sextoy." You hurry to your knees and kneel in front of her. "Do you want to come, <>slut<>sissy<>?"
"Oh, yes," you breathe, still unable to concentrate on anything except your arousal and the smell of her sex.
"All right," she says, "beg me to let you hump my leg."
"What?" you say, not quite taking in what she just said.
"You heard me. Beg to be allowed to hump my leg. You know, like a dog."
You're too far gone to refuse, as humiliating as it is. "Please, <>Mistress<>Rachel<>, please may I hump your leg?"
"<>Mistress, eh? I like that. <>Yes, you may," she says.
Blushing, you awkwardly embrace her leg, trying to bring your crotch into contact with it. It's difficult to find the right position, though. Rachel laughs. "Come on, you clumsy thing, let's get this over with." Furiously blushing, you avoid eye contact with her and finally find a good position. "Come on, my horny little puppy. Look me in the eyes while you do it."
Oh God, this is //so// degrading, you think. You look into her eyes and see both her amusement and contempt while you furiously rub your <>pussy<>dick<> on her boot, biting your tongue all the while to keep from making any embarrassing noises. It literally takes less than a minute before you have an intense orgasm all over her leg, clutching it tightly to keep from falling over.
Rachel gives you about a minute to recover. "Now," she says, "lick my boot clean."
You let her go and return to your hands and knees to lick her boot clean of your <>juices<>come<><>. When you're done, Rachel takes off her boots, leaving her nude again.
"Come," Rachel says, "Crawl behind me and don't wipe your face off."
You crawl behind her as she walks down the hall. She opens the door and you see it's her bedroom. "Time for a nap, I think," she says. She stretches out on her queen-sized bed, motioning for you to join her. You lie down next to her and she rolls you onto your side so you're facing away from her. She flips off the light and then spoons you, wrapping her arms around you. You're surprised at how safe and protected this makes you feel and it isn't long before you fall asleep.
[[Continue.|Home from Rachel's Date]]
:: Home from Rachel's Date {"position":"570,1410"}
It can't be more than an hour or two later when [[you|You]] feel someone slap your face. "Wake up, <>slave<>sextoy<>," [[Rachel]] says. "I want one more and then it's time for you to go home." You wake up instantly, somewhat repulsed that Rachel's sex juices have dried up and formed a crust around your mouth, although you still find the smell all kinds of erotic.
"One more" means that you lie face up on the bed while Rachel rides your face to another toe-curling orgasm above you. You get hot and bothered, but don't dare play with yourself without her permission.<><>
Then you both get dressed, Rachel again forbidding you to wipe your face off, and Rachel drives you home. You squirm in the passenger seat, frustrated and horny. You get out of the car and she tells you to open her door for her. You rush around to the other side of the car and open her door. She steps out of the car, looking incredibly sexy and forceful as she does so, and says, "You may play with yourself when you get up to your room. <>Make sure to lick off your fingers or whatever else you use afterward.<>Make sure to lick all of your come up afterward.<> Also, don't wash your face until you wake up in the morning. Understood?"
"Yes, <>Mistress<>Rachel<>," you respond.
"Good," she says. She pulls you into her arms and gives you a sweet, gentle kiss on the forehead. You were hoping for a kiss on the mouth, but you're not surprised she doesn't, given the condition the lower half of your face is in. "I was very pleased with you tonight, Parker. I think you're going to make an excellent <>slave<>sextoy<> and there's really not much more a girl like you can aspire to." She turns you around and aims you to the door, giving your ass a firm slap as she dismisses you.
You go back up to your room and obey her commands, furiously <>diddling yourself until you come and licking your fingers off afterward<>jacking yourself off until you come and licking up your come afterward<>.
[[Continue.|Sleep Night 3]]