"You want to touch them, don’t you, baby?" Laura smiled warmly.

Charrice’s voice quivered.

"May I?"

The unexpected politeness of the reply broadened that smile.

"Yes, baby, you may. Touch them. Touch my breasts."

Laura undid the remaining buttons of her silk blouse and freed her swelling mounds from the wire undercups of the pink bra that encased them. She took Charrice’s hands in hers and guided them.

"You like them, don’t you, baby?"

"Oh yes, my beloved," Charrice murmured.

Trembling at first, her small hands found their target. She touched Laura’s breasts gingerly, gently, then, almost with a reverent fear, pulled away.

Laura sensed her apprehension.

"It’s ok, baby. Go ahead. Touch them. My nipples too. "

Charrice, her breathing heavy, could not even manage a reply.

She was irredeemably lost in sensation. Instinct overwhelmed her. The fantasy she feared was just fantasy had suddenly become real. So very, very real.

Her small hands caressed the soft curves of Laura’s fullness, fingers flicking at the tips of nipples harder and more erect than any she had ever seen.

Her head bobbed, then halted.

"Yes, baby," Laura said, slipping her hands behind Charrice‘s head and drawing her close. "Go ahead. Kiss them."

Charrice needed no further encouragement. She buried her face deep in between Laura’s breasts.

The beating of her beloved’s heart rivaled the racing of her own. The dew of her desire collected in tiny droplets and seeped through the lycra patch of her g-string. Her whole body warmed to it.

Her lips smoothed over every inch of Laura‘s breasts. Kissed them. A tongue, hungry and lapping, painted wet brush strokes along every contour, teased at her nipples, then took them into her mouth.

"Mmmmmmmmm… your mouth feels good on my nipples, baby."

"Oh God, Laura," she moaned.

"Suck on them, baby. I know you want to."

Laura was right. And again, Charrice needed no encouragement. Taking the full and pointed nubs between her lips, she suckled hard on Laura’s nipples, savoring each one in turn.

"Mmmmmmm… yes… that’s it, baby."

Charrice was not alone in her arousal. Laura felt it too. But it wasn’t time yet. And a moment later, broke the embrace.

"You know what I’m going to do to you tonight, don’t you, Baby?"

Charrice’s heart pounded so loudly she feared it would burst.

"Yes, Laura, I do," she replied, managing a nervous smile.

A more somber countenance replaced Laura‘s playful grin.

"It will be painful, Baby. Very painful."

"I know."

"Are you sure you want this?"

"I want this more than I ever wanted anything. I belong to you, Laura, and I will wear your collar and your name proudly and with honor."

"Are you ready, Baby?"

"Yes, Laura, I am."

"I’ll be right back, baby," she said. "Take a look around if you like."

"Where are you --- "

The rest of the question went unheard.

A more imperious voice replaced it.

"Remove your clothes, dear. But leave your stockings and heels on."