New Girl in Podash

Part 3

 Angie entered the small sitting room the next evening, just moments after the dinner bell had rung. The day had gone well, or at least she had thought so. No mishaps at school, and even though she thought it odd no one remarked on her presence, it seemed like a normal day to her.

Returning home, they had been greeted by Miss Ophelia. She informed her succinctly, checking her clipboard. “Girls, your dinner will be served in your rooms this evening. So go on upstairs and get started on your homework. Your father said he would visit you before his dinner. Now hurry along.”

Angie looked from each girl who gave her a puzzled look as they passed by. Once the girls had gone, the older woman turned to her.

“Come along, Miss Angela, we have several things to go over before dinner. Follow me.” Ophelia Tollin turned and started up the central staircase.

Angie followed her; surprised they ended up at her bedroom. Ophelia opened the door, walking in. For a moment Angie considered protesting, but decided not too. No doubt it would do little good.

“Bring a chair, Miss Angela, and place it here, in front of your closet.”

Angie shrugged but picked up one of the heavy, antique chairs that sat on either side of the long dresser. Two other chairs, padded and more plush, sat in the far corner of the room, near a bank of windows. Along with the chairs was a chaise lounge, end tables and lamps. It was a perfect spot for reading.

Ophelia stood in front of her, tapping her foot until Angie realized she was waiting on her to look at her. Once she did so, the woman began talking.

“Master William has decided that he wishes you to wear your dress attire at the evening meal. These,” Ophelia gestured to a small area of pale colored dresses hanging in the closet. “Are the appropriate ones. When you wear one of these dresses, you will find each has a number. Corresponding to that number, is one of these drawers.”

Ophelia moved back somewhat, and pointed to a chest of drawers halfway down the closet. “Each drawer contains the appropriate undergarments for that particular outfit, including the shoes. After you have worn the outfit, you are to place all items into the small white bin in your bathroom. It will be cleaned and restored to the proper place within a few days. Since there are ten dresses, you should have plenty of clothing.”

Ophelia pointed to the opposite end of the closet. “I’m sure you noticed that these are your uniform shirts and skirts. Back here,” she gestured with her hand. “This is your casual clothing. You may wear these items when Master William is away on business, or you are not attending to girls and their lessons. Do you have any questions?”

Angie shook her head, still reeling from she’d just been told. She had thought the restriction before were strict!

“Good. You don’t have much time to shower and dress for dinner with Master William. You don’t need to wash your hair because tomorrow after school I’ll be taking you and the girls to Betty Lou’s. You will get your first trim, and the girls are in need of their school year cut. Master William kept putting it off until you arrived. Very well, then. Good day Miss Angela.”

Angie watched as the other woman walked out. She felt as if the other woman had whipped her she was so acidic and harsh with her words and the way she spoke.

Quickly she stripped her clothes off, placing it all in the bin as directed. She avoided looking at her reflection. The view of her head and face was still too harsh for her to accept easily. Showering quickly, she climbed out. There were bottles of expensive perfume and body lotion, which matched, on the sink counter. Opening a silver box, she found a powder puff. It smelled the same as the perfume. She liked the smell, so used it all very lightly. She did pause for a moment to glance down in the mirror. It was long enough to reveal her freshly shaven pussy.

In the shower, even though it had been a few years, she decided to go smooth once again. Unable to resist, she ran her fingers over her bald mound. Taking a small amount of the lotion, she rubbed in, followed by dabs of powder. After using her deodorant, she was ready.

Inside the closet she deliberated over number one or be daring and skip around? Choosing ten was too predictable a rebellious act, so instead she went with number seven. The lingerie that went with it took her breath away as she pulled the most delicate of silk and lace pieces from the drawer. Sitting on her bed, she pulled on the high cut leg panty. The burgundy color against her skin was dramatic. She was glad she’d shaved when she saw how much over her she was revealing. Next was a matching garter belt. It held up the palest of pink stockings she’d ever seen. The bra was a demi-bra, but it only had the smallest of cups. Her breasts were lifted, but the nipples could not be concealed by the fabric. Considered the other undergarment she’d worn the last two days, she couldn't help but think this was a mistake.

Finally she pulled the number seven dress from its hanger. It was a pale pink, and Angie was sure her underwear would show! Still she put it on over her head, and gratefully realized the only fastening was a small pearl button at her neck. Grabbing the heels, she walked back to the bed to sit down and put them on. With a sigh of relief, she went to the dresser mirror to comb her hair.

It only took a few whisks of the comb and she was ready. She sat in the straight back chair to await the dinner bell.

Now she was grateful she started early. It had taken her longer to come downstairs. She’d gotten out of the habit of wearing high heels. Added to that was the intense awareness of the way her breasts kept bouncing and jiggling all over the place as she walked down the steps and finally across the hall, she was nearly late. Opening the door, she walked in.

William turned as he heard the door open. He hated to admit how much he’d been looking forward to this moment most of the day. It had been difficult to concentrate on the meetings he’d had today, and several times he’d needed the people working for him to repeat something. He blamed his lack of concentration on the fact he’d gotten very little sleep last night.

What he didn’t want to admit was the fact that his dreams had kept him tossing and turning the whole night, somewhere between full blown wakeful arousal and sleep enthralled near arousal state. Either way, he was tired.

As he watched Angie come towards him, his eyes immediately went to her hair. Ever since he’d first seen Angie with the severe haircut when she just thirteen, he’d gotten hard a rock. Seeing her now was no different. Letting his eyes drift lower, he couldn't miss the way her large breasts were jiggling excitedly beneath the filmy pink material of her dress.

Oh, yes. The dress was as sexy as he’d thought!

Clearing his throat hastily, he spoke. “Good evening, Miss Angela. Would you care for an aperitif? I have a good sherry.”

“Uh, I don’t drink a whole lot,” Angie murmured.

“You’ll be quite safe, and you aren’t driving.” William turned, grateful for the time to quiet his emotions and relax, hopefully. After a minute of so, he turned with two small glasses and held one out. It was a mistake, he knew it, but he couldn't resist watching her walk towards him.

Yes…that is amazing!

Angie accepted the drink, feeling very self-conscious about all the action going on in her bra. She sipped it, and then took several more quick sips. Perhaps if she drank this it would help calm her nerves.

God knew she needed something. All that walking, and subsequent boob jiggling, and she was soaking wet. Her nipples were so distended and hard it was almost painful from all the irritation against the demi cup of her fancy bra. It had been a very, very long time since she’d had a release of any kind. No doubt she was going to have to make use of her “special friend” with the extra rechargeable batteries before tonight was over. Thank God she’d brought it along. But then she’d anticipated that working as a nanny, and generally at the beck and call of her employer—she’d recalled a little bit of her contract—the celibate life was the one she’d be forced to lead. For her, celibate only meant her sexual activities would be sans male, not abstinence.

Dinner passed in a haze.

Afterwards, William escorted her into his den. Immediately she was impressed with the overly large leather furniture. A low fire had been lit, adding the ambience of romance and mystery to the room. William poured her an after dinner liquor, which she quickly discovered was sweet and quite pleasant. When he joined her, he had the drink in one hand and a paper document in the other.

“Here you go, my dear.”

Angie took the drink, and ignoring the wise voice in her head that said sherry and three glasses of wine at dinner were way too much, she sipped it eagerly. The louder voice told her that she was so aroused right now, the extra alcohol would help her sleep.

“I thought we could review the contract, since you seemed a little shaky on a few of the points.” William smiled and sat down beside her.

Quite close, in fact, Angie noted belatedly. There was no space between them.

She took another two sips of her drink. She smiled at William. “The kids, school and wear pretty clothes.” Another sip. “Was there more?”

“Why yes, Angela, quite a bit in fact.”

Angela let her head fall back onto the sofa. “What else could there be? Do I tutor you now?”

“No, but I get to tutor you.”

Angie turned to look at him. “That’s silly. What do I need to learn?”

“Discipline and how to obey your Master.” William told her quietly, removing the now empty glass from her hand.

“Do I have a Master?” she asked, letting her head roll to the side so she could look at him.

“Who am I?” he prodded her gently.

Angie smiled slowly. “Ah, MasterWilliam. That’s in the contract? Isn’t that unusual?”

“No. Most Masters and subs have legal contracts these days. I merely combined it. I needed a nanny, and I wanted a live-in submissive. Why not combine the two?”

“That’s what a smart business person does,” Angie nodded her head. “I was a smart business thing…then I lost it all. Pphhhffft!” Disgusted, she lifted her hand to her upper lip. “Damn! I never could do that right. Oh shit! I said ‘damn.’ Wait,” Angie frowned seriously. “Did I just do that again?”

“We’ll let it go since the girls aren’t here right now. We have more important things to cover.”

Angie shrugged. “Like what?”

“Like me telling you how beautiful you look tonight.” His hand came up and lightly caressed her cheek nearest him. His thumb rubbed back and forth over her lower lip. “No lipstick.”

“I forgot,” she apologized quickly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s all right. You can’t be expected to remember everything at once. The lipstick rule is really more a Podash one than mine. Besides, I like your lips naked. They look so vulnerable like this, and quite kissable, in fact.”

Angie felt the tension in the air for the first time. Somehow it made it through the fog in her brain. “Oh,” was the only thing she could think of to say.

“Yes, oh indeed,” William replied. He wasted no more time. He leaned over and kissed her open mouth. His tongue delved deep and quick.

Angie’s tongue met him, and soon she was stroking and caressing equally. She didn’t realize he’d released the button at her neck until she felt the cool air on her shoulders. Before a protest could form, the dress was at her waist, holding her arms down.

“God, Angela! You are so beautiful!” his hands lifted. His fingertips lightly, like the bat of a butterfly’s wings, skimmed the surface of her skin, moving down from her collar bones. The touch skimmed down and up over the mounds of her breasts. His fingers began to flick the hard taut nipples roughly, and then faster. The eager nubbins already poked out three-fourths an inch, but he continued to pester and work them for even more response.

When he cupped each breast like a precious orb, Angie groaned and she let her body shift sideways. Under his weight, she lay back. Seconds later, his mouth captured her right nipple, showing it a new kind of stimulation.

Angie couldn't stop the writhing, and then the jerking of her hips. It had been too long. The lavish attention on her breasts, where she was most sensitive, was too much. Her body gave way and she orgasmed on the leather sofa beneath him. She tried to make sense, but she was still half naked on a sofa with a stranger, who by the way had just given her the most intense orgasm she’d even experienced. And sweet heaven above, he had not yet touched her pussy, let alone he still hadn’t stuck his cock in her!

She tried to wiggle her hands free, but she couldn't. She wanted to touch him, free his rod for her enjoyment, and his too. His mouth continued to suck and lick from one breast to the other. She felt worshipped, which was new. “Yes,” she murmured, hoping he would take things to their natural conclusion.

William had other plans for this first night. He continued to fondle, cup and caress her lovely breasts. Slowly he began talking to her. “You have nice breasts, Angela.”

Angie squirmed, but he wouldn't let her take charge. She had a lot to learn still.

“As my submissive Angela, we’ll begin your training soon. Then your pretty big tits will be center stage all the time. That’s what they want, you know. These magnificent mammary glands deserve to be worshipped.” He reached under the seat and pulled out a vibrator. Without pause he flipped her skirt upwards and pulled her panties aside. Coming to sit on the sofa, he placed her one leg over the back of the sofa and the other across his thighs. Nothing else was said as he worked the bulbous head in her juices and then pushed it inside her.

Angie’s eyes closed as she savored the feeling of fullness. It wasn’t him, but it was something.

He started the buzzing first and then adjusted the extra rubber attachment. It rested against her clit. The vibrations were mesmerizing and intoxicating. The look her face told of her response, and her inability to stop it.

William began working the dildo in and out, adjusting the vibration now and then. He watched as she writhed on the sofa, setting her massive breasts to bouncing and jiggling. They knocked into each other, and would set the whole process off again.

God! It was so erotic!

“Shake those big titties for me baby!” he whispered to her softly.

As if the words released her constraints, Angie shivered and shook and came in a massive orgasm. Over and over her body quivered and shimmied. Each movement only served to heighten his arousal. There was nothing more he wanted to replace the fake cock with his real hard flesh. Logically he waited.

He waited until Angie had stopped moving. Her breathing was calm. The vibrator came to life again, still buried deep inside her, pulsating wildly against her clit.

“Oh, God!” Angie cried out. She struggled to pull her arms free, but the dress was still too well caught beneath her. All she managed to do was bounce and shake her breasts violently.

William groaned as he watched her gyrations. Each big boob bounced and jiggled independently. Her nipples seemed longer and he wanted to suck them deep into his mouth. He started to tell her his needs. “I want to suck these long, thick nipples of yours, pretty baby. Suckle me like a wet nurse, sweet one. Let me suck, and bite and chew these thick, rubbery buds. If I pull you deep enough in mouth, I bet you’ll feel it all way down to your womb. Your cunt will spasm and you’ll come so hard—”

He had to stop speaking abruptly. The hard jerks and contractions of her body surprised him. More than anything he wanted to be inside her and feel her sweet, tight pussy milking his cock.

God! She was driving him crazy for sure!

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