Chapter 7
Doris was discovering just how enslaved she really was to Cindy.
The attractive gym teacher was attending a new kind of school now - a school which specialized in discipline, humiliation, and submission.
Cindy was her teacher. Cindy had arranged this latest ordeal.
Doris sat naked in the basement of the Warfield residence on a Friday night. She was bound and blindfolded.
It was one month after the first time that William Warfield made love to his daughter. Since then, the incestuous relationship had gone wild.
Warfield and Cindy lived a double life. When Grace or James or other outsiders were present, they pretended to be nothing more than a fond father and a loving daughter. Nothing betrayed their illicit union.
But when they were alone, they lived in a different world. There were strange games, fierce pleasures, torments, ecstasies.
Cindy's submission fed Warfield's dominance. In the last few months, he had done things to Cindy which he had never even dreamed of.
She took it all and begged for more. She urged him to more and more extreme actions. She craved his abuse, his punishments, his sexual demands.
Each of them fed the other's wantonness. In bed, when they rested from a bout of sex, they discussed new ways to excite their passions.
One night Cindy told him about Doris.
It excited Warfield. His penis stiffened, thrusting against the sheet covering it.
Cindy lay on her side with her head resting on a pillow. She put her hand between her legs and touched her pussy while she talked.
She described her relationship with Doris. Warfield questioned her closely, demanding every intimate detail. His cock was red and throbbing.
Cindy wrapped her fingers around his stiff shaft. She fondled his member.
She told him how slavishly devoted the older woman was - of course, to middle aged Warfield, someone of Doris' age was as much of a young girl as Cindy.
His erection heated up, partly from the way she detailed the humiliations and sweet torments she inflicted on Doris, and partly from the artful way she stroked him.
She made him come with her hand. Later, she licked the come off him.
He was thrilled by the concept of Doris and his daughter being together. It did not surprise him that Cindy had dominated the older female.
He asked Cindy just how slavish Doris was. Would she do anything which Cindy demanded? Anything, said Cindy.
If Cindy demanded that Doris give herself to a man, would Doris obey?
That question intrigued Cindy as much as it did her father. She set out to find the answer. She would learn just how strong her hold was over Doris.
When Cindy first suggested the liaison, Doris was shocked. No, no, no - she would never do it, not with a man! Why was Cindy so cruel to her?
Doris became hysterical when Cindy told her that if she didn't love Cindy enough to do this little thing for her, then the romance was over.
Doris got down on her knees. She hugged Cindy's legs. Weeping, she begged Cindy not to leave her. Cindy folded her arms across her breasts and looked down sternly.
She was so excited that she thought she was going to come. She fought to keep her face cold and expressionless. She exulted in her power.
Cindy would not relent and soften until Doris brokenly promised that she would do what Cindy commanded. She had submitted totally.
Cindy was wise. After Doris made the agreement, Cindy tenderly assisted her to her feet, embraced her, and kissed her tears away.
She took Doris into the bedroom of her apartment. Her roommate had gone away on a weekend trip, so there was no one to disturb them.
Tears spilled from Doris' red eyes as Cindy slowly stripped her.
Cindy took off her blouse and shirt. Doris wasn't wearing a bra. Tears spilled on her bare breasts. They shook from sobbing.
Cindy kissed the breasts. The nipples stiffened when she licked them. She took one in her mouth and nibbled it gently.
Doris took a deep breath and sighed heavily. Cindy took off Doris' panties. She put her hand on Doris' thigh. She opened her legs wider.
Cindy caressed her pussy. Doris was melting when Cindy took her to the bed. She had Doris lay down on her back. Cindy stripped.
Naked and smooth and golden, she mounted Doris. She straddled Doris' head and faced her feet. Tear tracks glistened on Doris' face.
Cindy's thighs were warm and smooth where they pressed against Doris' head. Her pussy was poised over Doris' face.
Doris sniffled. She smiled wanly as Cindy lowered herself down. The pussy lips split and spread, exposing wet warm membranes.
Doris forgot her tears and hungrily clamped her mouth to Cindy's sex. Her tongue thrust upward, burying itself deep in Cindy's heated pit.
Cindy used all the tricks of woman-love she knew to drive Doris wild. She succeeded. Doris was hoarse from shrieking in ecstasy.
Now, the night had arrived for Doris to make good on her promise.
Cindy was with Doris at the apartment. Doris felt uncomfortable in the new lingerie and outfit which Cindy had demanded that she buy.
Doris hated to bother with feminine accessories like jewelry, cosmetics, or stylish, sexy clothes. She felt like a stranger in what she wore.
She wore a black satin dress. Spaghetti-thin straps held it on her strong shoulders, which were bare. The neckline plunged drastically.
It showed more of her flesh than she cared to show in public. Her small firm breasts pressed against the tight-fitting cups of the dress.
The black satin fit her tightly enough to make her nipples jut out. Doris was just not used to wearing these kinds of revealing garments.
It didn't help that the hem of the tight skirt only reached to the middle of her thighs, showing a lot of leg.
Cindy told Doris that her long strong legs were one of her most attractive features, and she should get the maximum mileage out of them.
Her bottom was another of her more alluring assets, and the skin-tight showed off her rounded firm buttocks to perfection.
Doris felt unsteady and awkward on the high heels she wore.
The heels really weren't very high at all - only about three inches - but Doris almost always wore flat heeled, sensible shoes.
Doris felt like she was walking on stilts. She took small, slow, mincing steps.
Make-up was painted on her face - she hardly recognized herself. Her brows were dark, her eyes were wide, and her lips were glimmering with red gloss.
Doris drove her car to Cindy's house. Cindy was too young to drive, and didn't have a license. Doris drove hesitantly, with sudden stops and starts.
She had always wanted to be with Cindy in Cindy's house - but not like this. Not under these kinds of circumstances.
She felt cheap, degraded - a whore.
Her stomach churned when Cindy pointed out the driveway of her house and told her to turn into it. She parked in the driveway.
Most of the house was dark, but a light shone through the living room window. They went in through the front door - Grace was away, off on one of her trips.
Her affair with James had certainly proved convenient for Cindy and her father. Grace was so involved in her own affair that she hardly noticed what was going on around her. And she took lots of overnight trips.
Grace thought her husband was extraordinarily understanding and modern - and a bit of a chump, for falling for her cover stories and deceptions.
She didn't know - couldn't know - that Warfield knew more about her than she herself did. All her actions were to his benefit.
It looks suspicious for a middle aged man to take a young teenage girl to a motel or hotel - no, the best place for Warfield and his daughter was in their home.
Now Doris had joined the party.
Cindy took Doris into the living room. Doris sat in a chair.
The spacious and elegant room was handsomely furnished and attractively decorated. On the opposite side of the room was an elaborately painted screen.
This folding screen was Oriental and ornamental. It was eight feet high and solid. A landscape was painted on its front in rich colors.
Doris looked around, her face taut with anxiety. She saw no sign of the man who was going to take her - Cindy's father.
She had been shocked beyond words when Cindy told her that it was her own father whom she wanted Doris to serve and submit to.
Cindy laughed and told her not to be narrow-minded. After all, there were many outsiders who would consider her lesbian affair with Doris perverted.
Cindy shrugged it off. Doris was in no position to argue. She needed Cindy like an addict needs dope - but Cindy did not need her.
Cindy was testing her. Very well. Doris would pass her test!
Still, the gym teacher sat with her knees pressed tightly together. She tugged fitfully at the hem of her dress, trying to make it cover more of her.
Cindy made drinks. As she mixed them she told Doris that her father would be along presently. In the meantime, they could relax and have fun.
Doris gulped her drink, hardly tasting it. It was high-proof vodka with a dash of orange juice, but she gulped it like it was water.
She wasn't much of a drinker, so it hit her hard, lighting a fire in her blood.
Cindy looked especially lovely. She wore a clinging cotton dress with a floral print design. The dress hugged her lithe body.
Cindy stood by Doris' chair and fondled her hair.
Cindy said, "You look good, Doris, just about the best I've ever seen you. You should dress up like this more often."
"I don't feel right," Doris muttered. "These clothes just aren't me."
"If you don't feel comfortable in them, then you'll just have to take them off."
Doris stared at her.
"Stand up, Doris. Now."
Doris recognized the authoritative note of command in her master's voice. She rose quickly, wobbling a bit unsteadily from the effects of her drink.
Cindy held her to steady her. She was as tall as Doris. She pulled Doris' head to her and kissed her passionately on the mouth, thrusting her tongue inside.
It was arousing to Doris to feel Cindy's tongue inside her, so sweet and familiar, stirring up her desires. Doris shivered.
Cindy pulled the straps down off Doris's shoulders. She broke off the kiss and told Doris to turn around and show her back.
Cindy pulled down the zipper. Doris got out of the dress. She was naked from the waist up. She wore a pair of frilly, ruffled black silk panties.
She stood there in her panties and her high heels. Cindy touched her breasts, teasingly pinching her nipples, squeezing the soft flesh of the breast.
She put her hand inside Doris' panties. Doris stepped carefully on her high heels as she spread her legs wider apart.
She closed her eyes and moaned softly when Cindy fondled her labia. Cindy's touch was soft and gentle. She stroked the pussy lips lovingly.
Doris' nipples were hard and her pussy was warm and moist inside.
Cindy lifted her dress, bunching it around her thighs. Doris got down on her knees at Cindy's command. Cindy ordered her to take off her panties.
Doris reached for Cindy's hips. "Not so fast," Cindy said. "I want you to take my panties down with your mouth, not your hands!"
Doris pressed the side of her head against Cindy's warm hips. Dreamily she rubbed her cheek against Cindy's silken panties.
Doris stuck out her tongue. She licked a wet line on Cindy's smooth inner thigh. She pushed the tongue under the leg opening of the panties.
Using her tongue, Doris worked a fold of the panties between her thighs. White teeth gripped black silk panties.
By lowering her head, she was able to tug the panties down off Cindy's hips. The panties fell quickly once they passed the tops of her thighs.
Cindy stepped out of the panties, leaving them on the floor. Still holding her skirt bunched up, so that she was nude from the waist down, she sat on the armchair which Doris had just vacated.
She spread her legs, flashing her pink pussy. Color rose into the pussy lips as she stroked them. Doris licked her lips; her mouth watered.
Cindy leaned forward, her breasts straining against the fabric of her dress. Her nipples were hard. She put her hand on Doris' head.
She pulled it between her legs. Doris gasped with pleasure and deep need as she pressed her face against Cindy's crotch.
Cindy lifted her feet from the floor, swinging her long tan legs over Doris' shoulders. The backs of her knees rested on them.
Cindy's shapely calves and her feet were draped across Doris' bare back. Cindy crossed her ankles and pressed her pussy harder against Doris.
Her thighs squeezed Doris' head. Doris frantically kissed and licked her pussy. Juices oozed from the pink membranes.
Doris lapped them up. The labia were soon coated with her saliva. Her tongue rose upward to caress the throbbing clitoris.
Cindy clutched the arms of her chair so tightly that her knuckles whitened. She shoved her hips back and forth, and ground her pussy into Doris' mouth.
She was the aggressor. Juices from her exposed membranes smeared all over Doris' face. Doris worked her tongue on the pearly clitoris.
Cindy climaxed. Her thighs tightened their grip on Doris' head. Her membranes sealed Doris' nostrils and mouth, temporarily smothering her.
Cindy shook as she orgasmed. She slumped back in her seat, gasping. Her thighs fell open and Doris came up for air, panting hoarsely.
When Cindy caught her breath, she got up out of the chair and took off her dress. She wore a white bra, which she immediately removed.
Doris worshipfully looked up at her. Cindy spread her legs and put her hands on her hips and let Doris take a good long look.
She patted Doris on the head. "That was very nice. You're doing fine, and I'm very proud of you. Just keep on doing like you're doing."
Cindy told her to stay on her knees. "Close your eyes and keep them closed - and don't think I won't know if you take a peek."
"I won't peek, Cindy. I promise."
As she crossed the room, Cindy's long golden legs flashed, her buttocks rolled, and her naked breasts jiggled.
She opened a cabinet drawer and took out some items which had been put there in advance. She brought them over to Doris.
Her eyes were still closed. Cindy wrapped a black scarf over them, blindfolding Doris. She knotted the scarf at the back of Doris' head.
"Cindy? Why did you do that? I didn't open my eyes!"
"I did it because I wanted to, Doris. Now, shut up."
Her feelings hurt, Doris kept silent. Her breasts jiggled as she breathed. Being blindfolded had increased her submission and her vulnerability.
She turned her head this way and that, trying to locate Cindy. Cindy took hold of her wrists, pulled her arms out in front of her, and tied Doris' hands.
Doris bowed her head in submissive resignation. Her bound hands rested on her thighs. "You don't need to tie me, I'll do what I promised."
"I know that you will, Doris. Now, you're my captive - my prisoner. So it really doesn't matter what you do, because you're helpless to resist."
Cindy took hold of Doris' upper arm. "Stand up, slave."
Doris stood. Cindy took hold of her panties and pulled them down off Doris' hips, yanking them down to her ankles.
"You won't need those," Cindy said. "Trust me, Doris. I'm going to take you downstairs. We'll go real slow, so you won't walk into any walls."
Cindy led Doris out of the room like she was a blind woman.
When they were gone, William Warfield emerged from behind the Chinese screen in the living room. He had enjoyed a front row seat for the show.
The next act was ready to begin.