I watched the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, a silent countdown to the night's festivities. The anticipation coiled in my gut, a delicious tension. After a light dinner, I retreated to my room and called Sophia inside.
"Ready for tonight? Then let's pay a visit to Aunt."
Sophia nodded, her expression a mix of trepidation and curiosity, and followed me out.
I knocked on my aunt's door. "May I come in, Aunt?"
"Please come in," her voice replied, a soft invitation.
My aunt's room was dimly lit, the lights muted, with a few scented candles casting dancing shadows. As Sophia and I entered, my aunt looked surprised, a slow smile spreading across her face.
"Aunt, this is your surprise," I announced, my gaze sweeping between her and Sophia. "The things you endured with my mother, you will now do with Sophia. And the person who makes the other the sluttiest will get my dick first. But before that, I have a gift for both of you."
I produced two leather dog collars. I wrapped one around Sophia's delicate neck and the other around Lily's. On both, the word "SLUTS" was boldly emblazoned. It was a simple collar I'd acquired from the market; I'd wanted to customize them, but time constraints had prevented it.
"I'll give you both new, customized ones in the coming days," I promised.
They both looked at the name tags, a flicker of something akin to perverse happiness in their eyes. "Thank you, Master," they chorused.
"Now, you both can continue. You can use the tools."
I took a seat on a chair in front of the bed, observing. Both Sophia and Lily climbed onto the bed, reaching into a drawer and pulling out an array of gleaming tools.
Sophia, with her dark hair pulled back neatly, was still in her classic maid's uniform. Her cheeks were flushed with a mix of excitement and anticipation, and her eyes, usually demure, were timid as she glanced at Lily.
Lily, on the other hand, was a vision of seductive elegance in a silken nightgown. The fabric, a deep, rich crimson, flowed over her warrior's physique, clinging to her generous curves before falling in soft drapes to the floor. Her face, still holding the faint flush from our earlier encounter, was serene yet undeniably aroused, her lips slightly parted. The dog collar around her neck, emblazoned with "SLUTS," stood out starkly against the elegant fabric, a brutal yet beautiful testament to her transformation.
"Now, begin," my voice cut through the soft rustle of silk and the clink of metal tools. "Let's begin. Sophia, remember your role. Lily, show her what you've learned. Make each other plead, and the winner gets my dick first."
Sophia, still a little hesitant in her maid's uniform, picked up a gleaming silver clit ring. Her eyes flickered towards Lily, then quickly back to the array of instruments, unsure where to start.
Lily, however, exuded confidence, a predatory gleam in her eyes. She didn't waste a second. She reached out and grabbed Sophia's hand, pulling the younger maid closer. Sophia gasped softly, a faint blush rising on her cheeks as Lily's dominant presence enveloped her.
"Master said to show you," Lily purred, her voice husky, her gaze intense as she locked onto Sophia's. "And I intend to. Pay attention, Sophia. You're going to learn how to truly serve."
Without breaking eye contact, Lily leaned in, closing the distance between them. Sophia's breath hitched as Lily's lips, soft and demanding, pressed against hers in a deep, consuming kiss. It wasn't gentle; it was hungry, possessive, a clear assertion of Lily's role. Sophia, initially rigid, slowly began to melt into the embrace, her hands hovering uncertainly before finally coming to rest on Lily's waist.
As their mouths battled, Lily's free hand, no longer hesitant, moved with practiced ease. Her fingers, long and elegant, found the hem of Sophia's maid skirt, pushing it up, then sliding underneath. Sophia's small gasp was swallowed by the kiss as Lily's fingers trailed up her thigh and above her panties, nearing her hot core.
Lily's touch was firm, knowing. She found Sophia's warm, slick pussy, pressing a finger against her clit through the thin fabric. Sophia jolted, a muffled moan escaping her lips as her body arched instinctively against Lily's hand. Lily's fingers began to rub, a slow, deliberate circle that made Sophia whimper, her hips beginning a subtle, involuntary grind against Lily's palm.
"Mmmph... Ahh..." Sophia's moans were muffled by the kiss, but her body's response was undeniable. She gripped Lily's waist tighter, her fingers digging into the silk of the nightgown, utterly lost in the sensations Lily was expertly coaxing from her pussy.
Lily pulled back from the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting their lips for a moment before snapping. Her eyes, dark and smoldering, never left Sophia's flushed face. "This is how you obey, Sophia," she whispered, her voice a low growl, "completely. Feel it. Feel your Lady taking you."
And with that, Lily's fingers, slick from Sophia's growing wetness, slipped past the fabric of her panties, plunging deep into Sophia's warm, welcoming vagina. Sophia's back arched violently, a raw, sharp cry tearing from her throat, her body shaking as Lily began to expertly finger her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
As Sophia bucked beneath Lily's expert fingers, a strangled cry escaping her lips, Lily's smirk widened. She leaned down, pressing her lips to Sophia's ear, her voice a husky whisper that cut through the maid's frantic gasps.
"You like that, little maid?" Lily breathed, her fingers quickening their rhythm inside Sophia's pussy, hitting her g-spot that made Sophia's hips thrust upward uncontrollably. "Feeling your Lady own you? Feel how good it is to submit."
Sophia's legs, clad in their neat white stockings, began to tremble uncontrollably, scuffing against the fur blanket. Her maid's uniform was rumpled, her apron askew, a stark contrast to Lily's composed, albeit aroused, dominance. Her cries became more frantic, a desperate string of "Ohh... Lady Lily... please... too good..."
Lily didn't relent. Her mouth descended to Sophia's neck, biting gently, teasingly, just beneath Sophia's own collar, making the younger woman arch her back even further. Her fingers, now slick and bold, plunged deeper into Sophia's pussy, reaching a new depth that made Sophia scream, a raw, uninhibited sound.
"AHHHHHHH! Lady Lily! I'm... I'm going to cum! Oh, God, I'm cumming!" Sophia shrieked, her body convulsing, her hips hammering against Lily's hand.
And then, with a long, drawn-out groan that ended in a sob, Sophia's body seized. A powerful gush of liquid, warm and sticky, erupted from her, soaking the silk nightgown beneath her and splashing onto the fur blanket. Her muscles clamped down around Lily's fingers, squeezing, milking every last drop of pleasure. She sagged, utterly spent, her head lolling to the side, breath coming in ragged gasps.
Lily pulled her fingers out with a wet squelch, the sound echoing in the room as Sophia's pussy, red and swollen, was visibly gushing, leaving a glistening trail down her thighs. Lily's eyes, bright with triumph and a satisfied lust, met mine across the room.
"She's ready, Master," Lily declared, her voice a low, throaty purr, gesturing to the trembling, still-cumming Sophia. "She understands what it means to be a slut for her Master. Please give me your dick, Master."
"Sophia, don't you want my dick?" I countered, my voice laced with a challenge, letting my gaze linger on her spent, glistening pussy. "Look, Lily is far ahead of you now."