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  I heard no other immediate footsteps, but then we reached a new room, and I asked, “Who is here.”

  “It will be only the ones you already knew about,” Lisolte said. “We’re going to stand here, in the middle of the room, and wait for them to arrive.” She caressed my cheek. “Dee. Bee. You have helped with this before. You know what she needs. You may touch and kiss however you think is best. For now, we’re going to help Allium feel good, feel safe, and feel loved. Will you help me?”

  “Yes, Lisolte,” Bee said. I felt her hand on my cheek, and she turned me to her for a kiss. It was long and slow and sweet, and while she kissed me, Dee rubbed my bottom. And then they switched.

  Around us, I heard the others arrive and take seats. Then Lisolte said, “All your friends are here, Allium. Would you like to share kisses?”

  “Yes.”

  And so we went from one to the next. Lisolte or Bee or Dee told me who I was about to greet, and then we exchanged little touches, and sweet kisses. We reached Jessla, and I told her, “Will you be offended to kiss me?”

  “No,” she said. “I would be honored.”

  And so she and I kissed, as well.

  Claary and Olivia were last, and I hugged them both tightly after kissing them. “She’ll take good care of you,” Claary said. “I have loved every time I’ve belonged to her.”

  Olivia said nothing at first, but she held me tightly. And then, before releasing me, she whispered into my ear, “Thank you so much, Allium.”

  I nodded, but only reached out. “Lisolte.”

  She came to me, and Bee and Dee, too. They led me away, then encouraged me to kneel. They knelt with me, and they each began touching, and stroking, and kissing. And the entire time, one of them was whispering to me, saying such nice things.

  Dee called me, “My wife,” and told me she loved me.

  Bee told me I was so beautiful, and told me she loved me.

  Lisolte told me how she’s wanted me from the moment we met, and how she was falling in love with me.

  And they touched, and they stroked. And then someone’s hand – I’m not sure whose – slid under the shift I was wearing, and brushed my breast.

  I moaned. I moaned in joy, and in the realization that it was a woman touching me, a woman I wanted to touch me. I arched my back and moaned.

  At that, they bore me to the floor. It was soft, padded, and they had a pillow for my head. And they each touched and stroked.

  The shift must have had ties at the shoulders and sides. They untied it, fully exposing me, and then one of them lay beside me, her body pressed against me.

  And another took my breast into her mouth.

  I moaned again, more loudly. I think I whimpered a little, too.

  And Lisolte whispered to me. She whispered how lovely I was, and how lovely it was to claim me as hers. She whispered how she would take care of me, and how I would feel such joy.

  I began gasping and panting, my emotion rising.

  And then Lisolte said, “My darling, we are going to tie your hands. You’ll enjoy this.”

  And I did.

  They touched; they kissed; they licked. And then they tied my legs as well, my knees up, my legs spread. Lisolte moved down my body, always touching, kissing, licking. But at first it was Dee’s hand over my center, touching, stroking, raising my passion. I began to whimper, saying, “Yes, please, yes.”

  And then Bee’s hand was there as well, and then Lisolte was pressing at me, Bee and Dee helping to guide, opening me, touching me.

  Lisolte entered me, and I gave a great cry. She settled her weight, and then she also moaned. “There are two ends,” Dee whispered to me. “This is my favorite way.”

  Lisolte moved, slowly, oh so slowly. I became entirely lost.

  I could feel the magic begin to take me.

  “Oh, my darling,” Lisolte said, “My sweet Coo, my darling.”

  Bee and Dee whispered to me as Lisolte took me, and it was so perfect.

  I cried out as the magic filled me. I cried out, and then for a long time, I knew little more.

  Chapter Twelve

  I remember only brief moments after that. I remember a kiss from Dee as they dressed me. Someone carried me. I remember a bed. And then Lisolte was there, leaning over me. The sight filled me with utter joy. I ran my fingers through her hair.

  I know we did things. I know she gave me pleasures. Every way she touched me was magic, even the most simple of touches. I know she took pleasures from me. At some point we must have slept, because I have one very clear image of lying on my side with Lisolte’s arms around me as I stared at my arm, dressed in a long-sleeved tunic of bright, red resin.

  At some point, and I think it was that next day, she told me to sit quietly. Then she looked into my eyes and told me the rules. I don’t remember the rules, not one word, but somehow my body remembered, because I never broke a rule, not even a little one, or so I would be told.

  In those first few days, I wasn’t thinking. I only, well, I was, I guess. I existed, and I knew I existed to please Lisolte. Even later, as I could begin to think again, I didn’t question this. I didn’t think, “I have to obey,” or even, “I obey.” I simply obeyed, and not even how I breathe. We can control our breathing. We can hold our breath. I obeyed like my heart beat. And not even that. I was obedience.

  I couldn’t stand being away from her, not for one second. I had to be touching her, or she had to touch me. Lisolte anticipated this, and for the first few days, we spent every moment together.

  I also wasn’t capable of accepting advanced commands, but Lisolte anticipated that as well. She kept it very simple. Sit. Come to me. Touch me here.

  I think I was probably rather insatiable. I’m not really sure. But there were times Lisolte told me to sleep, and I would be asleep in seconds. But whenever I woke up, I was filled with such joy.

  Lisolte was holding me.

  I’m not sure how long it was before I began having concrete thoughts. It was certainly not the first few days, and it might have been a week or more. My first clear thought was while I was looking up at Lisolte, kneeling over me, and thinking, “She is my angel.” That thought became part of me as well.

  Over the next few days, I was thinking more and more. I didn’t talk, but I grew more responsive. Lisolte could ask a question, and I could indicate an answer, perhaps by clutching at her, but it was an answer.

  A thought that developed, but it took time, was that while the magic of being enslaved filled me with such joy, and made me into what I was, it didn’t necessarily convey any particular knowledge or art.

  And I’d never been with a woman before Lisolte.

  Those thoughts finished coalescing over the course of several days, but the final moment was while I was trying to please her. I was doing the things she’d told me to do, and her taste filled me with joy. And I knew she enjoyed what I was doing, but I also knew it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t doing it right, and I didn’t know what to change.

  Eventually she said, “Coo, come up here now.” I crawled up her body, and I think I was whimpering. I had failed, but she smiled. “I love you, Coo.” That filled me with joy, but I still remembered that I had failed her. “Lie with me,” she said, and I found myself pressed against her, my head on her shoulder. She touched for a while, then she said, “I have ideas. We’ll try one tomorrow. Sleep now.”

  And I did.

  * * * *

  In the morning, I woke, and she wasn’t touching me. I immediately sat up and looked around. Lisolte was sitting on the edge of the bed. I gave a little cry and then nearly threw myself on her, but gently, as she had taught me, but I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face against the side of her neck. “Lisolte,” I whispered.

  She lifted a hand, cupping the back of my head. “Oh, my darling Coo, your first word!” She spoke gently for a minute, then encouraged me to lie across her lap. “Close your eyes.” For the next several minutes, she stroked me, and it was wonderful.
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  “Coo,” she said eventually. “Look at me.” I opened my eyes and focused on hers. “You’re ready for this. I want you to take care of your morning needs. I’ll be right here. Come back to me when you’re done, but I want you to be thorough. Go now.”

  I whimpered a little, but I did what she ordered. It was horrible, but I did everything I knew was necessary. Once I was done, I ran back to her and threw myself at her feet, hugging tightly. “Good girl,” she told me. “Come up here. We’re going to cuddle for a few minutes.” We moved higher on the bed, and I wrapped around her, laying my head on her stomach. She stroked and spoke soothingly.

  We stayed there for a while, but then she said, “We need to get up.” We both climbed from the bed, and then she led me from her bedroom.

  Lisolte had two other slaves, both dressed in the blue of household servants. Mi-mi was young, perhaps twenty or twenty-two. She was slight, but I thought she was cute. Tiri was older, mid-forties, with a sturdy build. We found them in the dining room. The moment they saw us, they both shifted into action, setting out breakfast for both of us.

  In the earliest days, I hadn’t been able to feed myself. Lisolte had to take care of even that. I was doing better, but still that morning she fed me, tidbits from her own fingers.

  The food tasted so much better that way.

  She fed us both, an easy breakfast, and then Mi-mi handed us warm, damp towels. We cleaned, and the two household slaves took care of the remnants before returning to us.

  “Come with me,” Lisolte ordered.

  I, of course, clung to her. Mi-mi and Tiri followed. Lisolte led us to a bedroom, not hers, with two beds, and I would learn this was the room that Mi-mi and Tiri shared. “I have business today,” Lisolte said. “I will be gone for a while.”

  I realized the implications immediately, and I wrapped around her tightly.

  “Coo,” she continued. “You will remain here with Mi-mi and Tiri. You are mine. They are also mine. And so, when you are with them, it is just like you are with me.”

  That made some amount of sense, although I still clung tightly.

  “Tiri, come here.” The woman approached. “Coo, release me, but you may hold onto Tiri.” I did as I was told, and I did more than simply hold onto her, but I whimpered while looking at Lisolte. Tiri gently wrapped her arms around me, and she was sweet about it. “Mi-mi, you too.” And so the younger woman was also there, pressing into my back.

  “Coo,” Lisolte ordered, “You will obey Tiri while I am gone. If they ask, you may play however they like. Tiri, keep her in this room or the bathroom. You’ll probably need to manage that a little, but she knows how to take care of herself, as long as you prompt her.”

  “Yes, Lisolte.”

  “You both remember your first time. Be sweet and gentle with her. If there is something you like, you may try to teach her, but if she performs poorly, be kind.”

  “We will,” Tiri said.

  “She will probably need to cling to one or even both of you most of the time. You may try to wean her of needing both of you, but don’t push too hard. This is only for a while.”

  “I remember my first time,” Tiri said. “She’s doing better than I did, the first time I was going to be apart from her.”

  “You’re a good woman, Tiri,” Lisolte said. “Coo, I am trying to arrange a surprise for you. I don’t want to tell you, in case it doesn’t work out today, but if not today, then maybe tomorrow. I love you.” She stroked my hair and gave little touches to Tiri and Mi-mi, and then she headed for the door.

  I wailed as she reached it, but Tiri and Mi-mi held me, and I didn’t fight with them. Lisolte looked at me. “I’ll be back, my darling.”

  And then my angel was gone.

  “She’s still here,” Tiri said. “She’s here because Mi-mi and I are here. We are hers, and you are hers, and we are together.” She spoke like that for a minute then said, “Mi-mi, do you remember the things you liked?”

  “My first was with Mellta.”

  “Oh, I love Mellta!” Tiri said. “How was it?”

  “You know how it was,” Mi-mi said. “Mellta liked to stroke my bottom. I still love it.”

  “Coo, maybe you would like that, too. Mi-mi, we’re allowed to touch her however we want, but we should watch to see if she enjoys it.”

  After a moment, I felt a hand on my bottom. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. It wasn’t Lisolte’s hand. But Tiri said, “That feels good, Coo. Lisolte told us to take care of you, and we will. Everything we do feels good.”

  And so the two of them held me, and they distracted me. Eventually we moved to the bed, where I clung to both of them for a while. But then Tiri said, “Coo, do you think you’d like to kiss me?”

  I didn’t know, but there was one way to find out. I shifted around, and then I did it slowly, setting a hand on her cheek and coming closer until we were kissing.

  It was sweet, and I decided that yes, I liked it. I liked it a lot. So I did it again. And then I wondered if I’d like to kiss Mi-mi, so I turned and looked at her. I didn’t have permission yet, but she understood and said, “I’d love a kiss.”

  I kissed her like I had Tiri, and then I went back and forth a few times before Tiri caught me and said, “Would you like to make Mi-mi feel really, really good?”

  I was able to nod, a clear answer to a question.

  “Excellent. Mi-mi, do you like foot massages.”

  “I love foot massages,” she said.

  “Then this is what we’re going to do. I’m going to shift around a little, and then I’m going to hold Coo. You’ll give her your feet. Coo, you’ll massage until she’s had enough, and then I’ll continue to hold you while Mi-mi gets us a little snack.” It took a little jostling on the bed, but it was nice, being held by Tiri while massaging Mi-mi’s feet. It didn't take long before she was offering sounds of pleasure and encouragement.

  After a while she pulled her feet away then reversed and crawled up my body. She gave me a sweet kiss and then said, “I’ll get us a little snack. We have fruit. Would you like some fruit?”

  I couldn’t answer, but I clutched at her a little bit. She laughed and said, “Tiri will be right here with you, and I’ll be right back.” She had to un-pry herself a little, but she was able to leave me there on the bed with Tiri whispering into my ear.

  Mi-mi wasn’t gone long. When she returned, she held a bowl of fruit cut into finger-sized pieces. She approached the bed and then said, “Open.”

  I opened my mouth, and she gave me a piece, then used two fingers on my chin to encourage me to close. I watched her as I sucked on the sweet fruit before eventually chewing and swallowing.

  After that, they took turns feeding me and themselves.

  Mi-mi had a damp cloth for us to share. She set everything aside, and I opened my arms, asking her to come to me. She did, snuggling in, and said, “You poor thing. I was just like this early in my first time, too.”

  “It gets a little easier over time,” Tiri said. “Or it did for me.”

  “And me,” Mi-mi added. “But I wasn’t really normal until my fourth time.”

  “After my fifth time,” Tiri said, “I asked Lady Olivia to find someone to take me permanently. She picked Lisolte.”

  At hearing her name, I gave a little cry. They both tightened their hold and whispered soothingly. Slowly, I calmed down.

  “Do you know what else I liked?” Mi-mi asked. “I liked when Mellta tickled me.” She pulled away a little and looked at me. “Do you want us to tickle you?” I thought about it then shook my head. Instead I giggled and pointed a finger at her. She laughed. “You think so, do you?” I nodded vigorously. “All right. This is the rule. You two can try to catch me. Once you catch me, you can pin me to the bed and tickle me, but if I get free, I get to spank you.”

  My mouth made an “Oh” shape, but then I grinned and nodded again.

  “I’m not in charge, though. Tiri is.”

  “Did you think you were
going to spank me, too?”

  “Would you let me?”

  “No.”

  Mi-mi laughed. “Then Coo can take your spankings, too. That rule only starts once you catch me, though.”

  Then she jumped away from me and ran to the far side of the room. Tiri laughed and said, “Coo, let’s catch her!”

  Mi-mi ran us all over the room, but eventually we cornered her. She tried to break out between us, but I wrapped my arms around her very tightly. She protested the entire time, but she was giggling, too, and we got her to the bed.

  After that, both Tiri and I pinned her face down on the bed and began tickling her. It didn’t take long before Mi-mi was screeching and screeching, but giggling, too.

  I don’t know if Tiri let her get away, but suddenly Mi-mi threw me off, escaped Tiri, and ran to the other side of the room. She panted heavily, still giggling, until she pointed a finger at me. “I’m going to come sit on the bed. Then you are going to crawl across my lap. If you want your spankings on your bare bottom, you will pull your skirt up for me.”

  I nodded agreement then watched her. Once she was in place, she patted her bottom, and I crawled across her, lying down before pulling the skirt up.

  She took her time, rubbing in between swats. They were nice swats, and I thoroughly enjoyed my spanking. When she was done, Mi-mi leaned down and whispered, “That was fun. I’ve never spanked someone before. You have a cute bottom.”

  I sat up then pulled her into a hug.

  * * * *

  After that, we cuddled, all three of us. There were little kisses, and a lot of touches, but sweet kisses and sweet touches. Tiri and Mi-mi talked, a little about their duties and a little more about their past times.

  They were very kind, and it was sweet.

  Then the door opened. Lisolte stepped in, and I don’t remember traversing the space between the bed and throwing my arms around her. She held me and crooned for a minute, then said, “How was it?”

  “She had a hard time at first,” Tiri said. “But we had some fun, not too much, and we’ve been cuddling for a while. Lisolte, thank you so much. I really like Coo.”