Gale made me stand up as she drew velvet curtains along runners and threw a velvet cover over the bed. Other preparations had been made as well, buddha sticks waiting in a bowl to be lit and a small CD player already powered up. Gale lit the sticks, switched on the player. The music was Indian, from some kind of stringed instrument, exotic and oddly erotic. Then my prospective employer sat down on the bed and patted the area next to her.

""This is totally sexy material. Sit down and try it."

She was right, the velvet was smooth and clingy against my bottom and the backs of my thighs. But not as smooth and clingy as Gale was herself. One of her arms snaked around my neck so that her left hand could take hold of one of my boobs, her mouth nuzzled up against mine and her right hand began exciting me all over again. And having succeeded so well the first time, Gale surely knew how to do it again -- and quickly. As soon as I started getting wet again, she started laughing.

"I think you're in love with me, Slave," she teased me.

I gulped. "No". It was a stupid denial.

"Slaves don't get to say no," Gale snapped, her mood suddenly changing. "Looks like you need another lesson all over again."

Her powerful fingers clamped around my right nipple, and then tugged at it as if she was trying to tear the tab off a drink can. There was no choice except to beg for mercy.

"No, please, Mistress, I'm sorry!"

"Then show it by putting your tongue out."

It was useless trying to stop Gale from getting what she wanted, I knew that now. Even when I wasn't sure what she wanted something for.

This time she wanted my tongue out of my mouth so she could lick it with her own. And with the tight restraining grip on the nipple and the fingers plucking at my clit like a virtuoso guitarist, I found myself returning tongue for tongue.

Frankly, if she had a cock, I think I might have gone for Gale right then in a big way.

There was no denying though, the way she made love was far and away more exciting than anything any man had ever shown me. A kind of a steel fist in a silk glove approach which had me collapsing into her arms every step of the way. So I was surprised again when she spoke next.

"Come on, Slave, get your own back." She let go of me and stretched out on top of the bed.

"Come on, I want my tits tweaked up now, and don't be shy about making me feel you doing it."

Well, a slave has to do what a slave has to do. So I got down on top of her and gave her nipples some of the treatment she'd been giving mine. And Gale loved it!

Especially when I started giving those hard little points a lick and a promise.

"Slave, you're starting to learn what's expected of you," she admitted. "Now get down between my legs and show what you can really do."

End of Part One