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She gasped loudly, putting her hand on her chest in obviously mock offense. “Why… Clarissa! How could you suggest such a thing? You really think I’d make recommendations based on my sexual attraction to my customers?!”

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Yes. Yes, I do. This has you written all over it.”

Lucianna returned my smirk. “Well, you’d be right. Most of my toys I’ve met at the salon. I thought Chelsea would be a good choice for you because getting you into this, you should have the best introduction possible. I know you and your husband were swingers, but I get the feeling you haven’t done much power exchange. Am I right?”

“I’ve had no trouble topping any man but him, but yes, you’re right. I never really got into that scene. Guess I didn’t see the appeal,” I shrugged.

“And I won’t twist your arm to get you into it. Think of Chelsea as… your sexual assistant. She will obey you as closely as she would obey me.”

“Is that so?” I looked to Chelsea.

“Of course!” she answered, “You’re as pretty as Mistress, and her equal in standing. It would be my pleasure to serve you.”

I decided to test the waters. “Okay then, Chelsea. Show me just how pretty you think I am.”

Chelsea stood up, grabbed my breasts, and kissed me square on the mouth. I grabbed her wrists, moving them down to the hem of my shirt. She got the signal and pulled it off me, smiling quite happily when she saw that I wasn’t wearing a bra. I put my hand on the back of her head, pulling it closer, and she automatically took a nipple into her mouth, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them off me with my panties. “Mmmnnn…”

I let her continue for a bit, then stepped back. “It’s one thing to be obedient and enthusiastic. I want you to show me how skilled you are. Eat my pussy.”

She immediately dropped to her knees, put her mouth over my mound and started licking my labia frantically. I stroked her hair as she did. “Good girl. Keep at it.” I looked over to Lucianna, who was sitting on the couch with a hand down her pants. “I’ll never doubt you again, dear,” I winked at her.

Lucianna winked back at me, sliding her pants off and spreading her legs, now fingering herself openly. “Chelsea, I want you to make my girlfriend cum using your mouth.”

Chelsea kept at it, her tongue tracing around my clit, urging it out of the hood, and then sliding inside me, tracing all around my inner walls. I started moaning and felt my body getting warmer. That seemed to spur Chelsea on and she turned her focus completely onto the top. She had good technique, I could give her that, but going for an orgasm that fast wasn’t ideal. Still, it felt amazing enough that I let her continue until finally, I released into her mouth, squeezing her head between my thighs. She let out a helpless moan and whimpered.

As I finished, I patted her head and kissed her. “I guess that proves it. Your mistress really has trained you well.”

She grinned at me as if I’d just granted all of her wishes at once. “Thank you! Thank you, Mistress Clarissa!”

At that, I felt a little uneasy. “Just Clarissa. No need to call me Mistress.”

Chelsea looked wounded for a moment, then started smiling again. “Sorry. Clarissa, I really like you!”

“I’m sure you do, dear. And I like you, too. So, how about we do something that you would like?”

Her eyes widened. “Really?! You mean it?!”

“Yes,” I looked over at Lucianna, “And I’d like your Mistress to help. That is, if you think she’s earned it?”

Lucianna stood up. “She followed my instructions quite well, and should be rewarded.”

“I want to be tied to the ceiling while the two of you torture me,” Chelsea said rather quickly. She must have seen me balk at the word ‘torture’, since she quickly added “That is, if you’re up for it.”

“My torturing never involves blood, bone-breaking, or anything similar,” Lucianna assured me, “Chelsea just likes being flogged, denied, and ravaged. I won’t hold it against you if you’re not up for it.”

I stood, putting a hand on Chelsea’s butt. “I’ll tell you what: Why don’t you give me a demonstration, and I’ll see if I’m up for it?”

“Alright,” Lucianna kissed me and grabbed Chelsea’s arm. “Strip, pet, and let’s get you to the bedroom.”

Chelsea eagerly undid her bra and slipped off her panties. I could scarcely take her eyes off that plump derriere, one which almost put Lucianna’s to shame. I’d have to find some excuse to take a bite of it later. The bedroom was the only other room in the apartment, and Chelsea practically flung herself onto the mattress and raised her arms. I grabbed a nearby velvet rope and threaded it through a hook on the ceiling that would almost certainly cost Lucianna her security deposit someday, given how deep the hole would have to be for something so sturdy. She bound Chelsea’s wrists, putting a couple of fingers on them as she tied the knots, pulling the line taut until Chelsea’s body hung straight down to her knees on the bed.