The Mistress
The air smelled like rain and dirt and the ground under her white shoes was picking up the mud. She glared at the dirt then made her way ahead to the wagons, horses and group of people that were waiting for her arrival.
She had been here a long time, but they had to unload everything to present to her and waiting was on her busy schedule.
Walking towards them, she eyed the man she was in business with. He was dressed in all brown. He hated sticking out like a sore thumb, just like her, which is why they got along business wise.
The man got notified that she was here. He turned around, surprised, and smiled. Meeting her halfway, he greeted, “It’s nice to see you again, mistress.”
She smiled at him. “If this goes well, then I am happy to see you, too.”
He smirked knowingly. Turning to his prizes, he said, “Here you go, mistress.” Turning back to her, he added, “Twenty beautiful virgins willing to be at your service.”
She looked at all of them. Some were smiling, and some were frowning, and there were twenty indeed after she counted. She needed more willing girls because they were getting busy, but mostly because she needed the help.
“Take off your tunics,” she ordered after scanning her eyes over the women who had eased up.
They willingly took off their white tunics, dropping them to the ground around their ankles.
She walked down the line of women assessing their breasts and the length of the hair on their pubic area. She crouched down, looked at their knees and toes, and checked if there were any scars on their bodies.
Pleased with what she was seeing, all her worries were for nothing. She turned to the merchant and handed him a bag of gold. “Thank you for your services.”
He opened the pouch and checked it. Licking his lips, he grinned, “Please do look for me if you need ANYTHING.”
“Get dressed and get in the wagon,” she ordered. Once they were done, they headed over to her establishment. The headache she woke up with this morning was still pounding away and the uneven movement of the carriage wasn’t helping. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.
The mistress was a retired warrior who lost her love for the battlefield as she grew older. She opened her business with willing women to cater to the men who returned after war, but slowly, the business grew and everyone was welcomed but only if they paid and she would torture the patrons if they abused the comfort women and men.
They arrived at her establishment, which was closed for the morning. The women lined up inside in the great hall and gave their full attention to her. The senior comfort women were there, too, and just by a glance, you could tell that they were excited to welcome their sisters into the business.
Standing in front of them, she spoke, “Welcome, ladies. Today marks the beginning of your life here at the Blossom Inn. You are to follow my rules and if you have any grievances, come forth and tell, I do not bite, but under no circumstance will you be allowed to stay if you do not follow the rules. Now, I have other business to attend to and the head maid will explain all the rules and what is required of you.”
She left the hall heading to her office and saw three women sitting by the door, waiting. One had blond hair, the second had black hair and the third was a brunette. She stopped in front of them and assessed their looks.
“What are you here for?” She asked them.
“For the assistant job,” the brunette answered.
She nodded her head and called the blond to follow her. She hosted three interviews and asked about their backgrounds, what their morals were, and what they thought about working at Blossom Inn.
She debated for about five minutes about who she should pick. They weren’t up to her standards, but that could change with time.
Standing up, she walked over to the door and opened it. Outside, she looked down at them and said, “I’ve decided to hire all three of you. Only one will be my assistant by the end of the month, and the other two will work in the positions available.”
The girls were excited to hear the good news. The mistress wasn’t generous, it’s just that the business was growing, and she was planning on expanding. Even if she didn’t need the help now, training them was an option too.
As she dismissed them, a petite brunette with shoulder length curls wearing a pink tunic came rushing towards her. She almost came to a stop, but tripped over her own feet and landed face first on the wooden floors. Or at least that is what it looked like to the mistress.
The mistress closed her eyes to calm herself down and waited to hear what this was in front of her. The brunette stood up quickly and rubbed her chin. She scrunched as she looked at her and asked, “Are you the mistress?”
“What do you want?” She asked, staring at her with hidden irritation.
Fumbling with her fingers, she said, “I’m here for the assistant job.”
“The position has been filled. You are late,” she answered.
The brunette pouted and looked into her office and said, “But I don’t see anyone here.”
“You’re late,” she said repeated.
“The others were just early. I swear I am on time, mistress. Please, just give me a chance. I swear I won’t waste your time,” she pleaded, and she was right. The others were early, but she seemed so clumsy and the mistress wasn’t interested in someone who’d make her tea fall.
She walked into her office saying, “Close the door behind you.”
“Yes!” She said excitedly and followed her in. She closed the door and glanced over at the mistress, who sat down and was looking at her, seeming to be in deep thought.
“Have a seat before I change my mind,” she said.
The brunette walked up to the chair as she gazed around and said, “You have a nicely decorated office.”
“Sit!” She commanded.
The brunette quickly sat down mumbling a sorry and sat up straight.
“Tell me, what do you think about this establishment?” She asked.
“Oh, I think it is well and famous. I was surprised at first, but I understand. Not every man has a woman to go home to and they can seek comfort in the woman here. It’s not hard to see why many women aspire to work here because of the respect they receive and fame,” she answered, smiling.
Nodding her head, she asked, “Then why not choose to be a comfort woman?”
She shook her head quickly, “Oh no, I have my eyes on a potential lover and don’t want to ruin my body.”
The mistress nodded her head impressed, she did not find fault in her answer, “But I must say, the position has three potentials waiting and I will have them trained. I do not see you in that position, so I will regretfully send you home today.”
“Regretfully?” She repeated.
The mistress nodded her head. The brunette pouted, then sighed, “Thank you for the opportunity.”
“If you hear of a position opening in the future, feel free to return,” she said and stood up. She held out her hand to shake the brunette’s, but she just stared at it.
The mistress frowned and retracted her hand. The brunette sighed again and said, “I’m really disappointed. Please forgive me.”
She nodded her head and sat back down. She reached down to get the books that were stacked on the floor at her feet when she noticed something from the corner of her eye.
Looking up, she saw the brunette walk around the desk and approached her.
She quickly sat up, afraid that she would be attacked. The brunette reached her hands out towards her, but her wrists were grabbed.
She stood up from her seat and asked as she looked at her, “What are you doing?”
She smiled up at her, saying, “Oh? I didn’t tell you, did I?”
“What are you on about?” She asked as she pushed her away.
The brunette snickered and pulled the straps at her waist, loosening it. She tugged at the shoulders of her dress and slipped it off, shaking her hips slightly, getting it all the way down.
Gazing up at the mistress as she batted her eyelids, she licked her lips while she squeezed her breasts moaning and said, “I heard that you have never been with a man before. Is that true? What about women? What about me?” She asked suggestively.
She stepped forward and reached for her hands that were now at her sides and placed them against her chest and squeezed them. Bringing the mistresses, right hand up to her lips, she sucked on her middle finger, almost shoving it down her throat, leaving her saliva on it.
Her hands flew to her the mistress’s shoulders and pushed her down against the chair.
The mistress’s eyes narrowed. Her eyes were focussed on those perky melons on her chest that she held and wanted more of. They felt so soft, warm and just imagining those pink nipples twirling in her mouth against her tongue got her wet.
The brunette rubbed her breasts as she looked at her amused. Turning around slowly, she rubbed her hands down her waist moving to her butt and squeezed it. Cupping them from underneath she jiggled them causing a rippling effect as though it was a balloon of water asking, “Has anyone thanked you for serving the kingdom with their body?”
Bending down, she reached between her legs, up her thighs and between her cheeks spreading her lips for her to see the inside. Running a finger inside, she moaned and slowly rose, placing her finger in her mouth, licking up the liquid she scraped from her core.
She turned back around and slowly walked up to the mistress and knelt down before her. Forcing the mistress to spread her legs, she held her gaze and rubbed her thighs under her dress. She was inching closer and closer to her core.
The brunette brushed her hand over the outside of her core and tangled her fingers between the hairs. Tugging on it slightly, she asked, “Mn? No answer?”
The mistress moaned, feeling her clit harden. The fingers underneath her dress slipped past in between the lips, making her gasp and quickly grabbed her hands. Looking down at her, she asked, “What are you doing?”
“I said it before. I am interested in someone and that someone is you,” she answered.
The mistress stood up and went to the window. Opening it, she took a deep breath to keep from losing her composure and turned to the brunette. “What is your name?”
“It’s Ava, mistress,” she answered as she stood up.
The mistress stared at her, trying her best to not lower her gaze under her neck, “Ava, what is the meaning of this? Why would you go so far just for a position, do you not have morals?”
Ava chuckled as she crawled over to her. Gazing up, she said, “But I’ve always liked you and nothing you can say would change that. Morals? I have them, respect, I have it for you.”
“So why?” She asked.
“I will tell you one day, but now I have another object. Will you accept my thank you and mind you, mistress? There will not be any strings attached unless you wish for me to stay by your side,” she said as she slowly stood up and ran her hands up her body.
Leaning into her, she kissed up the mistress’s neck, whispering, “What shall it be?”
The mistress glanced at her door and brought her hands forward. She ran her hands down the sides of Ava’s waist feeling the smooth moisturised skin under her finger tips. Ava had her tongue sliding a path down her neck that made her want her bad. Giving in, she said, “Go lock the door.”
Ava was more than delighted and skipped over to the door locking it while she closed the window and curtain. She turned back to the mistress and saw that she was taking off her dress.
Walking up to her she asked, “Where would you like me?”
The mistress raised her gaze to look at her and smirked. She sat down on her chair once her dress was off and spread her legs, “You were busy here if I remember correctly.”
Ava got to her knees immediately and salivated as she looked at the mistress’s pink core. Licking her lips, she gazed up into her eyes receiving a nod. She looked at her legs and raised her hand, taking her left leg in it. She kissed a trail up to her core and smelled it. Her hands moved to her breasts and squeezed it playing with her nipples and opened her mouth. Her tongue licked along the centre of her core making the mistress squirm who hadn’t been touched there in years. She latched into the bud and suckled on it with a hunger she had dreamed of.
The mistress moaned as she shuddered, her hips kept moving trying to get away from Ava’s mouth but the friction made her want more. Squeezing hard at her breasts, she looked down at Ava and saw that she was staring at her.
Avai stuck her tongue against the bud and flicked at it, teasing the bud like an electric guitar pick.
Ava shoved her tongue up the channel of her core as she flicked her finger, stimulating her further. The mistress’s hips began buck and she quickly sat forward. She grabbed Ava’s head pushing it up against her rocking her hips lick crazy.
Her body tensed as it grew cold followed by a warmth as she released her orgasm down Ava’s throat.
Licking her lips, she stood up and pushed Ava down with her foot. Kneeling down with one leg on each side, she smacked their lips together and snaked her hand down her stomach. Reaching her core, she felt that she was already soaking wet. Her fingers slid over her bud and without warning, Ava’s back arched against her as she rubbed her fingers against it causing electricity to shoot through her body.
From outside, the cleaner could hear Ava’s cries of mercy but the mistress, who they knew well, wasn’t one to be gentle. As she disappeared, Ava came all over the mistress’s legs and hand.
Ava was panting on the floor as she gazed up at the ceiling. When they got on the floor, she couldn’t recall, but today, as nervous as she was, she was glad that she stuck through with her decision.
She turned to look at the mistress, who dropped beside her and placed her hand on her chest. The mistress looked at her, asking, “What?”
Ava smirked. “I enjoyed this.”
The mistress sighed. She looked away at the window, saying, “Me too.”
“What’s your name?” Ava asked her curiously as she lifted her leg placing it between her legs.
She chuckled saying, “I haven’t been asked that in years. Everyone refers to me as mistress.”
“So, what is your name?” She asked.
The mistress looked at her. Staring into her eyes, she said, “It’s Iliana.”
“Daughter of the sun?” Ava questioned.
She nodded her head, “Mn.”
Ava sat up and straddled her. Looking into her eyes, she asked, “So, do I get the position?”
Iliana chuckled, “I already told you that the job is taken.”
Ava leaned down and kissed her passionately. Kissing her way to her ear, she said, “Not that position. I’m talking about being by your side as YOUR comfort woman.”
Running her hands down her waist, she stopped at Ava’s hips and turned them over. Looking down at Ava, her eyes lowered to her lips, then focused on her eyes and nodded, “What do you want in return?”
“All of you,” she answered.
“That doesn’t sound so convincing. Tell me more,” she said.
They sat up and Ava said as she looked at her, “But I’ve told you already, I came here to be with you. If I were to get the job first, I would have courted you but now I do not think I need to.”
Iliana stood up and looked down at her. She raised a brow, then turned around getting dressed. It wasn’t like her to fall to temptation, especially to someone so young. What was she after? It couldn’t possibly be just because she saved her, so what was it? Asking her these questions and receiving a roundabout answer was wasting time.
Dressed, she turned to her and said, “Get dressed. The job is yours, but do not let me catch you slacking or my cane will rip your flesh to shreds.”
Ava stood up from the floor and picked up her tunic. Looking at her, she asked, “Why does it seem that you are not happy?”
Flattening out her dress, she looked at Ava, then walked over to her and bent down. Picking up her underwear from the floor, she held it up to her face and sniffed it. Smirking, she gazed at Ava who was blushing and said, “This stays with me and yes, I am not happy. Never in my life did I think I would be courted by someone so young and bold. I’ve always had men after me I never liked, but I must thank you my dear Ava. I found something to keep me entertained.”
“I’m not here for your entertainment,” she said, surprised.
Iliana smirked and walked out of the office saying, “Be here tomorrow at six sharp. Any later than I’ll have you here, hung up by the ankles and eating my vagina.”
Ava’s eyes brightened, she looked at her back thinking, ‘Then late, I shall be.’
I like this one, there might be a continuation.
