Chapter Two: Training Mary
Mary lay curled up in bed, luxuriating in the pleasant glow of just having awakened after a night's restful sleep, her body warm and relaxed, the silk sheets smooth and sensual against her body.
A hand touched her from behind, creeping along her flank and over her to caress her belly. Mary rolled over on her back and turned her head to look lazily at the woman lying next to her in the bed. On her side, Mistress' blonde hair fanned out on the pillow, a few loose strands hanging down across her face. Mary reached out a hand and tenderly brushed the locks aside, smiling warmly at the woman who was the centre of her universe. Mistress smiled back and raised herself up on one elbow, leaning in to plant a wet kiss on Mary's lips. The two women embraced, their naked bodies pressing together under the duvet, hands exploring each other's now-familiar curves.
"Good morning, Mary," said Mistress.
"Good morning, Mistress," Mary replied. "Have you slept well?"
"Very," said Mistress. "I was very tired from last night." She winked.
Mary blushed with pleasure. Compliments from Mistress made her feel warm inside. She buried her face in the other woman's neck, inhaling the scent of her hair and warm skin. Mistress threw a leg over her hips, pulling her even closer; Mary could feel her pussy hair tickle her thigh. She moaned deep in her throat, feeling arousal stirring in her from the touch.
"I want you to eat my pussy, Mary," said Mistress, and Mary smiled.
"Oh yes, please Mistress, can I?" she pleaded. Mistress smiled at her and sat up, letting Mary stare at the perfection of her body. The beautiful face, slender, strong arms, large proud breasts standing out from her body, and a flat, muscular stomach.
"Give me your arms," commanded Mistress, and Mary stretched her arms over her head, delighting in what she knew was to come. She offered her wrists eagerly as Mistress fastened the leather restraints that hung from a metal bar set horizontally into the solid oak headboard. Lying on her back, her arms securely fastened above her head, Mary wet her lips in anticipation.
Supporting herself on the headboard with both hands, Mistress swung a slender, well-muscled leg over Mary, straddling her head. Slowly she lowered her pussy down to Mary's eagerly waiting mouth. For a moment she held it deliberately just out of reach, then took pity on the submissive brunette and lowered herself the rest of the way down.
Erica shuddered with pleasure, not all of it physical, as Mary's tongue licked wetly along the length of her moist slit. It had been seven days to the day since she'd come here to stay for two weeks, delivered by her husband. Mary had been quite frigid, and her husband Jeff had eventually become so frustrated that he contacted Erica, whom he'd learned of through a friend. Erica had taken Mary in for two weeks, whereupon she would be returned to her husband as a willing, uninhibited sex partner. Now, halfway through her training, Mary was perfectly obedient, living only to satisfy her Mistress' every sexual need and desire. Intensive conditioning over the past week ensured that the slightest touch from Erica would be enough to excite her, and the taste of Erica's pussy drive her wild with lust.
Mary was plunging her tongue in among the slimy folds of Mistress' pussy, working the swollen flesh with her mouth. Her own pussy was sopping wet and tingling with desire, but since her arms were bound over her head, she couldn't reach down to finger herself. That was, of course, the whole point. This was Mary's favourite position, bound and helpless on her back, with Mistress riding her face. It made her feel deliciously submissive and powerless, and she knew that if she pleased Mistress, she would have mercy on her and bring her to orgasm with either her fingers or her mouth.
For the past few days the entire focus of Mary's life had been to please her Mistress, and be rewarded with pleasure in turn. She remembered her previous life, of course; there was nothing wrong with her memory. It was simply that it no longer mattered. She remembered Jeff, her husband; their house, her work and her colleagues, everything, but compared with Mistress, none of those things were truly important. She remembered having felt resentful and angry towards Jeff for abandoning her with Mistress, but she no longer felt that way. When she thought of Jeff at all, which was seldom, nowadays, it was with gratitude for having given her to Mistress.
Mary was quite proud of the fact that Mistress had not needed to discipline her for several days, now. When she first arrived, Mary remembered, she had been wilful and difficult, and Mistress had been forced to punish her to show her the error of her ways. It was now three days since Mistress had had to use the rod on her; Mary now instantly obeyed her every command, and was rewarded with pleasure she'd never knew existed. She felt like kicking herself when she thought of all that time she'd wasted, resisting Mistress' instructions, not realising that Mistress only wanted what was best for her.
Licking her Mistress' pussy with skill born of intensive training, Mary relished the taste of her juices and the texture of the soft, slick folds of her cunt. Working her way along the blonde's slit, she at last came to her clitoris, which stuck out through her swollen pussy lips, nearly three centimetres long. Mary sucked it into her mouth, moving her lips up and down its length as though she was sucking a tiny cock. A rush of pleasure shot through her when she heard Mistress moan in ecstasy. Mistress leaned on the headboard with both hands and began moving her hips on Mary's face, fucking her engorged clit in and out of the bound brunette's mouth. Long since having learned the signs, Mary knew that her Mistress was fast approaching her orgasm; the first of many Mary would give her that day.
With a soft whimper Erica reached her orgasm, rubbing her pussy against Mary's mouth. Like most orgasms she had early in the morning, this one was slow and sweet, flushing through her body in gentle waves. She took long, deep breaths, pressing her pussy against Mary's mouth, trying to prolong the climax for as long as possible. After a while, though, the orgasm ended, and Erica swung her leg over Mary's body and lay down next to her, her fingers trailing lightly over the brunette's belly.
"Mmm, you're all wet," she said huskily, noticing the moisture glistening on the insides of Mary's thighs.
"Yes, Mistress," Mary panted.
"Would you like me to make you come?"
