Buy Weak
“This is it then. This is all you have.”
The headmistress nodded glumly. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know it’s not what you expect but I promise to do better.”
“I don’t want promises,” Jean said. “I want results. You know I have very specific needs. You know I like to try before I buy.”
The headmistress seemed to sink even further into herself. “I know Ms. Aspen,” she said, “but none of the other girls at the school met your specific requirements.”
Jean looked at the one girl standing before her. “She is a virgin, at least.”
The headmistress had the good sense to look hurt at the implication. “Of course she is. I wouldn’t try to trick you like that.”
Jean nodded. That much at least was right and the girl’s demeanor seemed okay. “What’s your name?” she demanded.
The girl wasn’t looking down but she might as well have been for all of what her attitude seemed to say about her but now that she’d been asked a question, she had to speak. “My name’s Tomiko,” the girl said and then she was quiet again.
“Do you know why you’re here.”
Once more, the girl seemed to come to life. “You’re here to buy a slave,” and then once more, the girl went quiet.
“And do you think you’re good enough to serve me?”
The girl gulped. “I don’t know,” she said. “I can try.”
If the headmistress had said that, Jean would have gotten mad but from this girl, I’ll try was a perfectly acceptable answer. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you ... if I buy you?”
The girl shook her head.
“I’m going to turn you into a sex slave. My sex slave. What do you think about that?”
“You can do whatever you want with me.”
Jean was taken aback a bit. It was the first time she’d heard any of her potential pieces of property answer her like that. Usually, it was either defiance or acceptance. This was different. It was acceptance but it was more than that. It was acceptance of everything and Jean could feel her pussy getting wet. “How tall are you?” she asked.
“5′1″.”
“Have you been here long?”
“Since I was five.”
“Any brothers or sisters?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Where are your parents?”
“I’m an orphan, ma’am. I don’t have any parents.”
“Do you wish you had them?”
The girl shrugged. “I don’t see what difference it makes. I don’t have them. I’m all alone.”
There was something in the way she said that last sentence that got Jean’s attention. She wasn’t about to ease up on the headmistress for her blunder but there was something about the girl, something that was just so right. “I’ll take her,” she said.
“Excellent,” the headmistress said. “You won’t be dissatisfied with your purchase.”
“I’ll take her,” Jean said, “but this doesn’t let you off the hook. You fucked up. Next time, I want more girls.”
“Yes, of course, Miss Aspen,” the other woman cringed. “I won’t let you down.”
“You better not.”
Jean Aspen looked at the girl before her. She didn’t want to commend the headmistress too much but this girl, she was just so right. “Come along,” the woman told her newest slave.
Jean Aspen wasn’t much older than her new charge. She’d only recently celebrated her thirtieth birthday, but she’d been collecting girls like this for as long as she could remember.
To tell the truth, it had gone all the way back to grade school. Daddy could have afforded to send her to the best of the private schools, and who knows, maybe if he had, maybe she would have turned out differently, but Daddy had thought his daughter needed to go to public school and so Jean Aspen had done exactly that. It was there in public school that Jean discovered just how powerful money really was.
Kids wanted to be with her. They wanted to hang around her and it was all because she had money. She could be as nasty as she wanted and money trumped everything, and when she found a girl tried to stand up to her, money helped with that as well. More than once, she’d turned the rest of the school against a girl just because she’d wanted to.
Even the school administrators knew what she could do and it was hot for an eleven-year-old to see grown adults cower in front of her. Money really did trump everything.
High school, of course, was more of the same. The kids soon learned that to be popular, you had to be on Jean’s good side. She could make someone popular if she wanted to, and she could take their popularity away just as easily and still, there were kids who tried to resist her, and it was so fun to break them when they did.
And that was when the worst thing that could have possibly happened happened to her. Daddy had a heart attack and died, and suddenly, all of his money was hers.
The blond had actually tried to restrain herself. It wasn’t ethical, she told herself. She shouldn’t do the things she did, and now that she had her father’s fortune, she had to be more responsible with how she used it.
Jean had to admit it. Just like Daddy, she never was very good at telling herself no and so she’d set about to find girls she could control.
Somewhere along the way, Jean had decided she liked Asian girls and not just any Asian girls. Japanese schoolgirls, she told herself. That was what she really liked.
She couldn’t help watching the girl as her limousine bore the two of them home. The girl was looking out the window, trying her best to not draw any attention to herself and Jean Aspen couldn’t help but smile. There would be time soon enough to make the girl scream.
The driver parked in the lower garage and from there, it was an easy walk to the private elevator that would take Jean and Tomiko up to the penthouse apartments.
Jean and the girl rode in silence as the elevator bore them up and when the doors opened, Jean and the girl stepped off of the elevator. “What’d you say your name was again?” Jean asked.
“It’s Tomiko,” the girl said.
Jean remembered that, of course. It was just nice to let the girl know where she stood. It was nice to let her know that she wasn’t important enough to have anyone remember her name. “Well, Tomiko, I imagine you must be hot from that car trip over here.”
“Ma’am?”
“You heard me. You need you to go clean yourself up.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Jean couldn’t help but smile to herself. So the girl was good at taking suggestions. That was good to know. “I want you to go clean yourself up,” she ordered. “Lots of soap and hot water and make it quick.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And when you’re done, I want to see you in my bedroom.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Jean watched the girl go and then she went off to the kitchen to get herself a little snack. Already, she could hear the water running. Good. Of course, it wasn’t going to be good enough. No matter how good a job the girl did, it wasn’t going to be good enough because a girl had to know that each and every time, she had to be at her very best.
Jean heard the water shut off and she smiled to herself. She’d wait just a few moments longer before she made her way to the bedroom.
That was enough time, she told herself, and she started to walk back towards the bedrooms.
She found the girl standing uneasily in the doorway of the bedroom. “I didn’t know which one was yours,” the girl said.
“Shut up.”
“But—”
“Are you dense? I told you to shut up. Do you think I care what you knew or you didn’t know?”
“No, but—”
“And here you are, you’re still talking. What are you? A complete, fucking idiot?”
The girl looked like she was about to say something but at the last moment, she shut her mouth and Jean nodded to herself. Good. The girl got it. Not as quickly as some, of course, but not bad all the same.
Jean looked the girl over. “Is this what you call clean?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Jean sniffed condescendingly. “I guess you and I have different definitions of clean. I want you to go back to the bathroom and I want you to clean yourself again and this time, use some hot water.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And you better not be playing with your pussy while you’re in there.”
“No, ma’am. I won’t.”
Yeah right, Jean thought. It wasn’t like she hadn’t caught girls doing that before, but she had a feeling about this one. She had a feeling that if she said she’d do something, then she’d do what she said.
The girl went back into the bathroom and it wasn’t long before she was back again, her skin still hot from the heat of the water and her naked body glistening with a faint sheen of sweat.
“I suppose that will have to do,” Jean said dismissively, “but next time, you’ll have to do better.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Jean cocked her head just a little. There was a fine line between obedience and insolence but she couldn’t sense any insolence in the girl’s response. “Come here,” she said.
The girl followed Jean to the bed.
“I seem to be a bit overdressed,” Jean said.
“Would you like me to help you?” the girl asked.
Very good, Jean thought. Either someone had trained the girl or she was a natural at this. “Yes,” the woman said. “I would like some help. Undress me.”
For a moment, the girl just stood there and then she started to move. She slipped around behind Jean and she slid the zipper down on her dress and then she was pulling the dress down off her shoulders. For a moment at least, the dress bunched up around Jean’s waist and the girl seemed to take that moment to let her small hands roam over Jean’s torso before she took the dress even lower.
The dress fell to Jean’s feet and Jean stepped out of the dress as the girl’s hands played with her body. Her hands seemed to want to take her panties down but Jean fended her off. “The bra first, my dear.”
The girl nodded and her hands moved to the other woman’s bra. Moments later, her hands were pulling the bra free and then she once more was moving her hands back to Jean’s pussy.
Her hands squeezed Jean’s ass and then she was sliding the panties down.
“What do you want to do now?” Jean asked.
The girl said nothing.
“Your job is to please your mistress.”
“I want to please you,” the girl said in a tone that was more of a statement but almost a question.
“That’s right. You want to please me. And how are you going to do that?”
The girl shook her head.
“You don’t know?”
Again, the girl shook her head.
“You already have my panties off. That must give you some idea.”
The girl shook her head yet again but it wasn’t exactly the action of someone who didn’t know. There was almost a hint of I know the answer but I’m just not going to say.
“Do you think I should lie down on the bed?”
The girl nodded.
Jean loved this part. She laid down on the bed and she looked up at the girl. “What do you think I should do now?”
The girl shrugged.
“Do you think maybe I should spread my legs?”
The girl nodded.
Jean spread her legs. “And what do you think you should do now?”
Again, the girl shrugged.
“Do you think maybe you should lick my pussy.”
The girl shrugged yet again.
“I think you should,” Jean told her. “I think you should lick my pussy, so get your ass up here and lick my pussy.”
Tomiko climbed up onto the bed and moments later, she was slipping between Jean’s legs and Jean couldn’t help but moan. For a girl who didn’t know what she was doing, Tomiko was doing one hell of a job.
One of Jean’s hands wrapped its fingers in Jean’s hair. “You better get used to this,” she told the girl, “because you’re going to be doing this for a good, long time.”
It was a couple of days later and Tomiko was sitting in the bathroom. She was naked, of course. Her mistress didn’t let her wear clothes anymore, except when there was some sort of role to play, and always, before the game ended, always she would find herself naked once again.
But that wasn’t why she was in the bathroom.
Once more, the razor went into the warm water and once more, it slipped between her legs.
Her mistress said it was to show her obedience but Tomiko had other ideas.
Once more, Tomiko rinsed off her razor and once more, she let the razor slide between her legs. There was no question as to why she was doing what she was doing. She’d been told to do it and that was good enough.
“Tomiko,” the other woman called out from the bedroom. “Would you come here?”
It might have sounded like a request but it wasn’t a request. Tomiko knew that but she didn’t care. She was going to do what she was told to do simply because it was what she’d been told to do.
She put the razor back and she toweled her pussy dry and she went into the other room where her mistress was waiting for her.
Her mistress wasn’t alone. This time, there was another girl there, a naked, Japanese girl, just like herself. The girl stood a half foot taller than her and had almost no breasts to speak of and her face was rather plain.
“This is Miya,” Jean explained.
Tomiko nodded, waiting for her to go on.
“I’ve had her since before I had you,” Jean said, “but I’ve decided it’s time the two of you should meet.”
Again, Tomiko nodded and waited.
“I’d like for you to put on a show for me and whoever does the best is going to get a big surprise. Would you like a big surprise?”
Tomiko knew what the answer was. It didn’t matter what she wanted. The only thing that really mattered was what Jean wanted and since Jean wanted her to want it, Tomiko’s response was pre-ordained. “Yes,” she said. “I would like a big surprise.”
“Good. Come here and lie down on the bed. Since Miya’s been here longer, we’ll let her go first.”
Tomiko did as she was told to do.
“The object of our little game is to see who makes the other one cum best. I, of course, will be the judge, and of course, the rulings of the judge are final, and there’s one other condition. You can’t go to the pussy right from the start. You must earn the right to go there and I will decide when you can go to the pussy. Is that understood?”
Tomiko nodded.
“We’ll begin then.”
Miya apparently knew what was expected of her because moments later, she was straddling Tomiko’s body, her lips kissing the other girl’s even as one of her hands played with Tomiko’s tits.
“You see that Miya’s been trained,” Jean said, “just like you’ll be. In time, you’ll learn to crave licking a pussy almost as much as you’ll crave having a pretty girl lick your own pussy.”
Tomiko said nothing.
“Do you like it when Miya kisses you?”
Tomiko nodded shyly but even she wasn’t sure if it was because that was what she really felt or because that was what was expected of her.
Jean was rubbing herself as she watched the two girls on her bed. “Should we let Miya show you what she can do to your pussy?”
Tomiko nodded.
Jean moaned as she rubbed her pussy even harder. “If you want her to do it, you’re going to have to tell her what you want her to do.”
Tomiko looked up at the woman. She wasn’t really pretty but that didn’t matter. “I want you to lick my pussy,” she moaned. “I want you to make me cum.”
It seemed as if Miya hadn’t heard her.
“Why don’t you tell her again,” Jean encouraged Tomiko.
“I want you to make me cum,” Tomiko moaned again. “Make me cum. Do it please.”
“I think she likes to hear you beg,” Jean said.
“Lick my pussy,” Tomiko begged. “I need it bad. Lick me please.”
“Keep it up,” Jean encouraged her.
“Lick my pussy,” Tomiko begged. “Lick my pussy. Lick me good.”
The girl’s lips slid down off Tomiko’s lips and then they slid lower and lower on her body. Lower over neck and then lower over her breasts. Tomiko gasped as she felt those lips slip down between her legs and then she moaned as she felt that tongue on her pussy.
“Oh geez,” she moaned.
“You like that,” Jean said. “You like the way Miya licks your pussy.”
“Yes-s-s-s,” the girl moaned.
“She’s very good at licking a pussy. It’s the way she was trained to be. It’s the way you will be trained to be, but you realize what this means.”
“What?”
“It means if you want to win, you’re going to have to be even better.”
Be even better. Those words barely registered in Tomiko’s mind. What did register was the pleasure she was feeling between her legs and for the moment at least, that was all that was registering.
Her body thrashed on the bed as the other girl’s tongue finally pushed her over the edge. She was cumming and there was no denying that.
“I think we’ll award that round to Miya,” Jean said, “and now if you would, change places please.”
Tomiko was still struggling to catch her breath but already, her body was complying with the order she was being given. Even as she pulled herself up off the bed, Miya was lying down to take her place.
“And now, if you would, Tomiko, it’s your turn.”
“I don’t know what I’m supposed to do.”
Where one might have thought that those words would make Jean angry, they had almost exactly the opposite effect. The woman got up out of her chair and she came over to where Tomiko was standing over the other girl. Her naked body pressed up behind Tomiko’s and one of her hands stroked Tomiko’s arms. “Sure you do,” she said.
“I do?”
“Would you like me to guide you?”
“Would you please?”
Tomiko could feel the other woman shudder with excitement as her body pressed against hers. “It would be my pleasure,” she said. “The first thing you need to do is to show that you know you’re not any better than she is.”
“How do I do that?”
“I think you’re going to have to kiss her ass.”
“How?”
“Right now, she’s on her back, so you’re going to have to get her to roll over. That means you’re going to have to ask her nicely and see if she’ll do what you want her to do.”
“I should ask her?”
“Yes, of course, but do it nicely. Remember, she’s better than you.”
Tomiko looked at the girl on the bed below her. “I’d like to kiss your ass,” she said.
Miya looked at Jean and then she looked back at Tomiko. “Why?”
Again, Jean’s hand stroked Tomiko’s arm. “Tell her you know she’s better than you. Tell her you know you’re inferior to her, but that you’d like to show her just how inferior you are. Tell her that’s why you want to kiss her ass.”
Tomiko looked at the girl. “I know you’re better than me. I know you’re so much prettier than me. It’s just that ... I mean I have to show you. I have to show you how inferior I am.”
Again, Miya looked past Tomiko to the woman standing behind her.
“I’m not sure she believes you,” Tomiko said. “I think you need to convince her.”
“I’m trying.”
“Try harder.”
“How?”
“You’ll think of something.”
“Please,” Tomiko whimpered. “Please. I have to do it. Let me kiss your ass.”
Again, Miya looked past Tomiko but this time, she got a curt nod from Jean. “All right,” she said. Miya got up on her hands and knees with her bottom facing back towards the other girl. “Here you go.”
“There you go,” Jean purred in Tomiko’s ear. “Would you look at that. What are you going to do with that ass?”
This time, Tomiko didn’t have to ask what to do. This time, Tomiko stepped forward and this time, Tomiko’s hands cupped the other girl’s ass before she bent down and she kissed the other girl’s bottom.
“That’s good,” Jean purred. “Feel how good it feels to be subservient. Feel how good it feels to be at the whim of another.”
Tomiko nodded numbly.
“Why don’t you do it again. Why don’t you show her what you really are.”
Again, Tomiko nodded in a near dazed state and then she was leaning down to kiss the other girl’s bottom.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
The girl shook her head.
“In fact, you’d like to do it again.”
Tomiko nodded.
“But you know what you’d like to do instead.”
Tomiko said nothing.
“You want to lick her pussy, don’t you?”
Tomiko nodded.
“Do you think you’ve earned the right to lick her pussy?”
Tomiko shrugged.
And Jean smiled. “That was just the answer I was hoping for, and because you’ve given me what I wanted, I will give you what you want. You may lick her pussy.”
Tomiko wasn’t about to waste any time. She sank to her knees and her face slipped between Miya’s thighs and when that didn’t work, she turned herself around so that her tongue could gain a better purchase on the other girl’s pussy.
“Oh fuck,” Miya moaned and then she moaned again. “Oh fuck.”
“Is she eating your pussy?” Jean asked.
“Oh yeah,” the girl moaned.
“Does it feel good?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Is she going to make you cum?”
“Oh fuck yeah.”
Almost as if to prove the point Miya’s body started to buck and Tomiko grabbed on so that she could keep her tongue on the girl’s slit.
“Oh fuck,” Miya moaned. “Oh fuck.”
Nothing was going to stop Tomiko. She might have been meek before but she sensed the other girl was about to cum and that was all it took. Her tongue became insatiable as it dove between Miya’s legs and the best Miya could do was try and keep up but every time Miya thought she was holding her own, that tongue would make her cum again.
“Enough!” Jean declared and both of the girls looked at her. “I think we know who the winner is here. Tomiko, you certainly have proven yourself the more capable slut.”
Miya tried to look hurt at that pronouncement, but really, with her pussy still basking in the afterglow of the tongue licking she’d just received, it was kind of hard to wipe the giddy grin off of her face.
“Tomiko, it’s time for you to reap your reward. For being such a good pussy licker, you will be allowed to show me what you can do with my cunt,” and with that, Jean took her place on the bed and it was a very happy Tomiko who was crawling up between her legs and pressing her tongue up against the other woman’s legs. “Oh yeah,” Jean moaned as Tomiko’s tongue started in on her pussy. “Oh yeah. Lick that pussy good.”
Whether it was by design or through mere happenstance, that wasn’t all that happened because no sooner had Tomiko taken her place between Jean’s legs than Tomiko felt it, the unmistakable feel of a hand stroking her from behind.
She looked up but almost as quickly as she did, she heard Jean chastising her. “What are you doing?”
“There’s a hand—”
“Do I look like I care about a hand?”
“No, but—”
“But what? You need to do what you’re told to do and you were told to lick my pussy, so what are you going to do?”
“Lick your pussy?”
“That’s right. Lick my pussy. So get to it.”
Once more, Tomiko returned her tongue to the place between Jean’s legs and once more, the hand stroked her between her legs. She knew it wasn’t going to go away but she knew she wouldn’t stop either so she just kept right on licking that pussy.
“Oh yeah,” Jean moaned as Tomiko’s tongue took hold of her. “Oh yeah. Lick me like that.”
Tomiko moaned against that pussy as a finger seemed to push into her from behind.
“Don’t stop,” Jean said almost as if she knew what had just happened.
Tomiko wasn’t stopping. Her tongue kept licking Jean’s pussy and when Jean came, Tomiko kept licking her.
“Oh yeah,” she groaned. “Oh yeah. Make me cum again.”
This time, Tomiko wasn’t about to stop. She’d learned her lesson and even as a second finger slipped inside her pussy, she kept licking the pussy of the person in front of her.
But that didn’t make the feelings between her legs go away. She was going to cum. She was going to cum hard.
But so was Jean and as much as she wanted to cum, she knew her tongue couldn’t stop what it was doing.
It seemed as if her tongue had become locked in on what her pussy needed. The hotter her pussy got, the harder her tongue licked.
“Oh my God,” Jean moaned as her body writhed on the bed. “Oh my God. Fuck yeah.”
Tomiko couldn’t have put it better herself. Fuck yeah, she thought as those fingers had their way with her.
“Oh fuck,” Jean screamed as her pussy came yet again.
She couldn’t have put it better herself, Tomiko thought as her pussy tightened around the fingers buried within her pussy. Oh fuck.
Jean sighed. “I think I need a bit of a break after all that.” She looked at the newest of her recruits. “Tomiko, would you be a dear and go and get us some tea?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And Tomiko, remember? Bring some milk this time?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Jean watched the girl go and then she turned her attention to Miya. “And you, my dear, you’ve got some catching up to do.”
Miya ducked her head. “It wasn’t my fault.”
“It wasn’t your fault?! Whose fault was it then? Hers? What did she do wrong? As far as I could tell, she did everything right.”
Miya at least had the good sense to look ashamed. It wasn’t like she hadn’t tried.
“Oh don’t worry,” Jean said. “I’ll still keep you around. It’s just that if Tomiko continues to perform like she did, I can’t promise you you’ll stay number one.”
“I know.” It was a terrible thing to have to admit, but Miya knew she’d been beaten. Still, one time was only that. One time. There would be more chances for her to prove her worth. It was just that ... it was just that the new girl was good.
Tomiko reappeared in the doorway to the bedroom with a silver tray in hand, a pot of tea, and three cups. She put the tray down. “Would you like me to pour?” she asked.
“I would,” Jean said. “Did you know we were talking about you?”
“About me,” Tomiko squawked. “Why would you talk about me?”
“You did a very good job here today. We were saying that we hope you keep it up.”
Well, one of us was saying that, Miya said as she took her cup. But you better watch your step, girl.
“That’s very kind of you,” Tomiko said, “but I’m sure I don’t deserve the praise.”
“Don’t argue with me.”
“No, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am. I shouldn’t have done it, ma’am. It won’t happen again, ma’am.”
“It had better not,” Jean said as she took her tea. She took a sip and she looked at her newest charge. “I’m wondering what I should do with you next.”
“Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ll deserve it.”
Jean laughed. “Would you listen to this girl. She’s perfect.”
Yeah, Miya thought sourly as she took another sip from her tea. Perfect. Too perfect.
The women continued to talk but in time, both Jean and Miya seemed to fall out of the conversation. The cups they were holding were in danger of falling to the floor until Tomiko rescued them and put them back on the tray.
For the first time since either of them had met Tomiko, Tomiko’s voice took on just a bit of steel. “I’m in control here,” she said. “I am. Not you.”
Neither woman said anything, but then Tomiko hadn’t expected them to.
“I drugged your tea. Did you know that. It was so simple and you two never suspected that poor, simple Tomiko would ever be capable of such a thing, but you understand now, don’t you. I’m not the weak one. You are.”
In spite of herself, Jean found herself incapable of moving or speaking. The best she could manage was the blink of her eyes.
“You bought me because you thought I was weak. You used me because you thought I was weak, and I was and I am, but look at you now. You are weaker than me.”
Again, all Jean could manage was the blink of her eyes.
“Did you know I did the same trick on the headmistress. I drugged her tea just like I drugged yours. I made her think I was an orphan. I made her think I was the only candidate for you, and it worked.
From now on, I will be your number one slave girl. No one is better than me and you know it. Every time you order me around, it will get you hot. The more you order me, the hotter you get. The hotter you get, the more you want to do for me because when your slave is happy, it makes you happy. Do you understand?”
Jean nodded.
“And you,” she said, turning her attention towards Miya. “I didn’t expect you to be here so you’re a bit of a bonus. From now on, I am at the center of your life. My welfare is your primary concern. You want to help me out in all things. It makes you feel good to help me out. It makes you feel happy, and you want to feel happy. More than anything else in the whole wide world, you want to help me because helping me makes you happy.”
Miya nodded and Tomiko looked at her new slaves. There wasn’t much to do but wait for them to come out of the drug on their own. Well, that and maybe she might play with herself now although come to think of it, there’d probably be time enough for that later.