Sylvie's Story

Part 2

“Sit on the rim. I want to give you something good,” Giulia told her, and she got up quickly, spilling water on the tiles outside. She picked at her bra straps as she balanced herself on the edge, and Giulia dipped below the water before emerging up to the nose and floating over, lifting her arms above the milky veneer to encircle her around the hips and press her cheek against the other's warm thigh. Sylvie's chest rose and fell heavily.

At first she just nibbled and lapped the inner thighs, making her way inward and upward, rubbing her lower back and the fatty parts that hung over the edge of the tub, then she breathed hotly against her crotch, through the fabric of her panties while scratching at her silk stockings, creating rubs and tears with the sharp edges of her fingernails, but this feeling added to the pleasure. She was exceptionally skilled at building her up so that with just a little actual contact, she would become senseless with pleasure.

When she pressed her mouth against it, it was like a warm shock up her spine, and she closed her eyes for a moment, seeing candles hovering as Giulia penetrated her dripping wet pussy with two fingers in a shockingly fast movement. The feeling of her fingers was incredible, the way they reached up to press just the right spot inside her. She longed to feel the inside of her mistress as well, but she had never been allowed the privilege – it was practically a rule. Even toys and tools were off limits, and she figured it was simply based on fear and past trauma. As for herself, she had been penetrated countless times with as many devices as came to mind as well as any number of other phallic objects, sometimes even men brought in expressly for that purpose so that Giulia could enjoy watching.

It didn't take very long this time before she was at her limit, with Giulia reaching deep to touch her g-spot while furiously sucking at her clit, and she even thought she might come both ways at once if that were even possible. It was a familiar feeling, the climb up toward the orgasm, a comfortable feeling and kind of homey, and she let herself go to it, riding it completely to climax, holding her lower back in her hands as she arched it, keeping her legs loose and spread open so that she wasn't putting any pressure on her mistress. After she had finished, Giulia removed her fingers and brought them up to Sylvie's lips.

“Taste yourself,” she ordered, and Sylvie complied. On her knees, Giulia reached up and kissed her, keeping her fingers between them so that they could both taste. “Good?” Sylvie smiled and nodded, then slipped out of the bathtub in order to prepare a towel.

In no hurry to get out, Giulia leaned her chin on the edge and watched with a sparkle in her eye as Sylvie slowly peeled apart the layer of silk from her skin, struggled with pulling off her panties and reached behind herself to unhook her bra, pausing to run her hands through her light-colored hair and remove it from her face. When she was fully nude, she hung her lingerie on the rack and stood, towel ready, letting the drops of water bead off her body.

“We have more than one towel,” Giulia told her.

“I prefer to air dry. It feels refreshing,” she said, looking ahead. After coming, she was able to focus more on the image she wanted to present, part magical butler, part living doll, and she held the towel on the crook of her arm like a piece of furniture.

Giulia laughed at her and stood up, steam rushing off her, giving her an ethereal appearance, her body silhouetted against the sun through the glass brick behind her, a perfect shape. She stepped out, and Sylvie dried her thoroughly, then they entered the walk-in closet by a side door, and Giulia rifled through her collection, all couture, but none from off the rack, and selected a gun metal grey dress cut low at the sides but held together at the back by black elastic bands, and she had Sylvie slip it on her, over her long hair, an even darker black when it was wet, smoothing the dress out along her body.