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14.
All too soon, she was again summoned by Emily. The garden surrounding the pool had almost begun to feel familiar. That fact that Blackjack remained in attendance and that T was curled like a pet cat at Emily's feet did not surprise Judith.
“All of the big, bad men that are running my companies continue to be impressed with your expertise, Judy. But I am being pressed by them to commit my proxy. You have met them all now, which of them would you recommend?”
As she was speaking, Emily had slipped off a sandal and begun playing her toes across T's lips. Judith lifted her eyes from this and took a deep breath.
“None. We think you should rest your proxy with us until we can bring them all in line with my restructuring program. After that, we will give you our opinion. You will need to make a choice quickly then as any further in-fighting might begin to be reflected in your stock price.”
Emily nodded thoughtfully and changed the subject entirely.
“How was your time with Melinda? Her tastes tend to run to the extreme.”
“It was no fun, Emily. Would you like a detailed account? Will hearing about my pain turn you on?”
Instead of answering, Emily merely smiled and sighed contentedly. Judith looked down to find that T now had her mouth stretched over Emily's toes and was sucking at them slavishly. Emily saw that Judith had noticed. She slipped her other foot free and extended it off to one side invitingly.
The choice was being offered again. How long would Emily tolerate her refusal of total submission before becoming vindictive? This was a woman obsessed with having her own way. Judith had no doubt that, if thwarted, Emily would become vicious.
Judith's new stature, the Mercedes and promised new home, the limitless future…none of these things rested on a firm foundation. Her new life was merely a house of cards. A single gust of Emily's displeasure and it would all be swept away. Having had a taste of it all, she hated the idea that it might disappear.
Above her smile, Emily was very much aware of the churning thoughts in Judith's head. She took her eyes from Judith's and looked pointedly down at her foot. She wriggled its toes, making it plain that they desired the same attention their mates were receiving from T. Still smiling and saying nothing further, she waited.
Every fiber of Judith's being wanted to stand and politely take her leave, to gamble that Emily would keep her half of the bargain they had already made.
No. She was not willing to risk losing the ground she had gained. She slowly rose up from her chair and ignoring Blackjack's presence, she began undressing.
Emily's smile broadened as she watched each item of clothing removed and folded. When J was completely nude she got down on her hands and knees and crawled forward. Emily saw her head lower and felt her toes drawn inside J's moist mouth. It was the sight of J's surrender more than the moist sensations at her feet that set her cunt flowing. Pulling up her skirt, Emily used both hands, one set of fingers pulled hard at her lips while the others stroked feverishly at the fat nub that emerged from its hood. When she finally came it was a victory celebration.
Almost lazily, she reached down and pulled her slaves' heads up between her splayed thighs. As the two tongues cleaned her she signaled Blackjack for another glass of wine. Emily settled back to enjoy her afterglow. It felt good to be the Queen.
As she bent to her task, J looked sideways. Although T's tongue was as busy as her own she was sure the smaller woman's eyes were laughing at her. J felt Emily's hand push her head.
“Enough.”
T backed away and assumed a kneeling posture with her head down and J copied her.
Emily got up from her chaise and stretched. She was luxuriating in thoughts of the fun that lay ahead. She was not fooled by J's token submission. They'd had two battles of wills and Emily had won both but it still remained to totally break the girl's spirit. It had been unnecessary with T. In her, Emily had found a natural submissive.
“You won't come to me again without your collar, will you, J?”
“No, Mistress.”
“You were a very bad girl… making me wait so long.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Emily chuckled inwardly. The responses were right on cue but she would soon drag this little actress out of the role she was trying to play and into the harsh light of reality.
“Stretch out on your back for me, J”
“Yes, Mistress.”
J moved quickly to comply, hoping that whatever games Emily had in mind would soon be over and that she would be dismissed.
“You have a lovely body, J. Do you feel attractive?”
“This girl hopes it pleases her Mistress.”
Emily hiked her skirt up to her waist and moved to squat above J's face and reached down to part her labia. J looked up at the pink interior she'd just licked clean. Deciding that Emily wished further pleasure, she extended her tongue. Instead, Emily released her bladder, soaking J's face with a slow, steady stream of the wine she had consumed. When she was finished she stood and backed off.
“T, come clean me. J's face is too messy to be of any further use.”
While J struggled with her stinging eyes and the acrid taste in her mouth, T crawled eagerly forward. When she was satisfied, Emily dropped her skirt and moved toward the house.
“Heel, T.”
Then she paused and looked back over her shoulder,
“Oh...I'm done with you for today, J. Run along home.”
Emily did not see the look in the eyes that followed her departure.
Left with only the stoic presence of Blackjack, Judith made her way quickly over to the pool and dived into the water. When she climbed out, even though the pissy smell in her hair had been replaced by the faint tang of chlorine, she still felt stained. She ignored Blackjack and a proffered towel, pulling her clothes on over her still dripping body.
“If you are ready to leave, Miss, I'll show you out.”
There was no sarcasm or sympathy in the man's voice or expression, just the same maddening neutrality.
“I believe you really are a damned eunuch! “ She snapped.
Blackjack merely looked back at her impassively and made no reply. Without waiting for his lead Judith made her way out of the house, leaving him to follow her. He was only just able to prevent the door she yanked behind her from slamming.
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