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Babysitting Service 4
By
Jan
After my mother had been introduced to lesbian sex at the hands of my mistress, the next time I was picked up to babysit for Sheila by the female chauffeur she sent me off with a kiss and a rub of the front of my jeans.
When we pulled up in front of the mansion Ms Gardner was waiting for me. Every visit was an adventure. I never knew what she would have planned for the evening's entertainment. This evening Sheila was standing beside her mother all decked out in a fetish outfit like those her mother preferred.
She had on high heeled custom made boots that came up to her thigh and were laced up the front to ensure that they were tight. She had on a black leather Merry Widow corset just like her mother's. The top pushed up her proud little breasts, making them look larger than they were. Her dark hair was down and brushed out to make her hair as full as possible as it flowed over her shoulders. Her makeup was far too mature for a girl her age. The eye shadow was dark grayish-brown and her lips were a scarlet red. There is just something about a 13-year old made up to look like an older, harder women that is so erotic.
Ms Gardner wrapped her arm around my waist and escorted me into the house. Sheila followed, a little unsure of her footing because she was not comfortable walking on high heels. Her ankles wobbled unsteadily.
We headed directly for Ms Gardner's playroom. She explained to me that it was time that she taught Sheila how to be dominant. She figured that I was the perfect one to teach her how to dominate women. As we entered the play room, I took in the room in a glance.
This room was made for entertaining guests. It had a large wide screen television set up as an entertainment center, surround sound system, DVD player plug ins for cam-coders and MP-3 players. There was a sunken conversation pit for lounging around while watching the TV or just conversing. There were four card tables set up for tournaments and a full wet bar for those that wanted liquid libations. Ms Gardener approached the controls for the TV and turned it on.
The screen came alive with a credit announcing that it was Madam Wu's House of Pleasure. The first person on screen was a distinguished looking Chinese woman. She had her dark hair piled on top of her head and she was dressed in a very tight Mandarin collared dress in red silk with a split up the left leg almost to the hip. She had very pointed toed high heel pumps. She had on milk jade earrings and a bracelet on her left wrist. She introduced her guests. They were women from San Francisco high society. I recognized them from the social pages of the newspaper. All of them reeked of money regardless of their age.
It turned out that Madam Wu provided these women the entertainment they craved. They were restrained to walls or over padded saw horses while young Chinese girls flogged them with soft whips and rubber bludgeons that were then shoved up their pussies and assholes. I was fascinated by Madam Wu. Ms Gardner told me that she was from an old Chinese family. She owned the most fashionable restaurant in San Francisco's China Town. Before I went home I asked Ms Gardner for an introduction to Madam Wu.
Sheila and I were both turned on watching the video. Ms Gardner undressed me in front of her daughter before she led us into the monstrous shower near her bedroom. The shower was large enough for a basketball team to shower in at one time. It was completely tiled with a bench to sit on in the middle. Ms Gardner attached restraints to my ankles and wrists. My feet were attached to hidden attachment in the floor that spread my legs very wide and the wrist restraints were attached to ropes that were fixed to pulleys. She pulled my arms up so that I was suspended from the ceiling spread eagle.
I would have been nervous about the vulnerable position I was in if I didn't trust Mss Gardener so much. She whispered in Sheila's ear before Sheila asked me a question. Her question was impossible to answer correctly. The question was, "Have you stopped fucking little girls, yes or no?
If I said yes that was an admission that I fucked little girls. If I said no that was an admission that I was still fucking little girls.
Any attempt to say anything but yes or no was answered by a lash from a soft whip. The whip was not cutting my flesh but it was painful enough to cause discomfort. Shelia laid the lash across my breasts, butt, the backs of my legs and even my pussy as she walked around me demanding me to answer her questions. No matter what I said, it was wrong. She whipped me until my skin was red all over. Shelia attached clothespin like clamps to my nipples that hurt so much that tears rolled down my cheeks.
At Ms Gardner's instructions Sheila stuck an enema nozzle up my ass and released the clamp on the hose. I felt the warm water filling my bowel and it felt cold on my lower tummy as the water bag emptied. When the bag was emptied she pulled the nozzle out of my ass. The two of them stepped back as they told me to hold it until Shelia told me to let go. There was no way I could hold it very long.
While Sheila was telling me to hold it, I could not hold it any longer and the dirty water shot out of my ass. At the same time I lost control of my bladder and peed all over the floor in front of me. The shower was filled with the stink of my shit and urine. Mother and daughter turned on the showers to wash the excrement down the drain. Water was splashing against my body from all directions. The dirty water running down my legs from my asshole was flushed away by the shower. When the shower didn't stink anymore they turned the water off before they came close to me.
Sheila stuck a butt plug up my ass. It was designed so that my sphincter would close around the base making it hard to expel without some effort. While I was adjusting to the discomfort of such a large object up my ass Shelia produced a rubber dildo that she rubbed against my pussy until it was lubricated by my own pussy juice before she stuck it in my pussy. She fucked me with the dildo until that was all I could feel. I forgot all about the pain of my skin and the plug up my ass. I was feeling like I was just one big clitoris that was on fire. When I climaxed, juice flowed from my pussy. I lost control of my body and my bowel forced the butt plug out. The large rubber plug fell to the tile floor with a thud sound that echoed against the walls of the shower.
When they let me down I was exhausted. They had to support me as they allowed me to sit on the bench in the middle of the room. While I was recovering, Ms Gardner left the shower, only to return with briefcase in hand. When she opened it, I saw that it contained a variety of cigars and a box of wooden matches with a striker.
She explained to Sheila that the best way to moisten a good cigar was with the juices from a girl. As she was talking she was taking a cigar from its aluminum tube. She rolled it between the fingers of her hand gently before she smelled the aroma. She motioned to Shelia to select one of the cigars for herself. While Shelia was selecting one of the cigars, Ms Gardner took hold of her cigar by the cut end and stuck the closed end into my pussy and shoved it in and out several times before she withdrew it and smelled it again.
While Shelia was opening her cigar, she rolled it and smelled it as her mother had done. When her mother held the moistened cigar under her nose she could smell my pussy juice over the acrid smell of the aged tobacco leaf. While Ms Gardner clipped the butt of her cigar and lit it up, Sheila followed her mother's example and fucked my pussy with the butt of her cigar before clipping it and lighting up too. The two of them stood there puffing on their cigars. Ms Gardner obviously relished her cigar and every now and then would stick the butt back in my pussy for a little fresh juice.
On the other hand it was obvious that Sheila was a novice to smoking and coughed every time she took a puff of the smoke. She began to look a little sick in no time. That did not stop her from moistening the butt and tasting my pussy juice.
Ms Gardner reassured her daughter that in time she would develop a taste for cigar smoke. While I was drying my body and hair, Ms Gardner used the intercom to instruct the maids to remove the toilet paper from the bathrooms. I had no idea at the time why she would do that.
It was not long after the dinner dishes had been removed by the maid that I found out why she had the toilet paper removed. When she and Sheila announced that they needed to use the bathroom facilities they led me to the bathroom with them and after they finished stinking up the bathroom with their excrement, they made me use my mouth to clean their pussies and assholes. Any time they needed to relieve themselves the rest of the weekend, I was their toilet paper replacement.
On Sunday Ms. Gardner had a dinner party for a small group of friends. I was used as the buffet table for the food. The guests sampled the food placed on my naked body. The women took advantage of the opportunity to feel my tits and probe my pussy. When I was allowed to wash up and circulate among the guests, I recognized Madam Wu.
I boldly asked her if I could visit her because I wanted her to tell me all about her family history. Madam Wu was thrilled at my interest in her and the fact that I was a young Caucasian girl. While we talked she stood next to me with her arm around my waist and took every opportunity to slip a finger into the crack of my ass. It was agreed that I could visit her the next weekend.
I was full of excitement the following Saturday as I took the bus into the city. I found her home without any trouble. She had one of those restored old Victorian homes on the hill overlooking China Town. When I rang the doorbell I was greeted by a very sweet looking young Chinese lady. When I announced who I was she told me in a Chinese accent that Madam Wu was expecting me and to follow her to the parlor.
When Madam Wu entered the room she looked regal. She still had her hair up just as she had the night I had met her. This day she had on her typical Mandarin collared dress. This one was in green silk with colorful golden dragons on it. Her trademark jade bracelet was on her left wrist and matching earrings. She excused her maid with a request for her to bring tea for us.
She motioned for me to have a seat as she gracefully sat in her chair with her ankles crossed, knees turned to the side very ladylike. She asked me why I was interested in the history of her family.
I told her that my family was only second generation from Europe and I was fascinated to learn about families that had lived in the area for more than a hundred years.
She smiled at me very sweetly because she was very proud of her family history. When the maid brought in a tray with a tea pot, cups and a plate of almond cookies, she poured us cups full of green tea.
I sipped my tea and complimented her on the taste of her tea. She beamed with pride as she thanked me before starting her story.
She told me her family story started with the 1849 gold rush. It took more than a year for the news of the gold strike in California to cross the Pacific Ocean and for the Chinese that had hopes of striking it rich to sail back to San Francisco. They found out when they got here that they could not buy land. There were no jobs other than coolie labor in the mines or building the Union Pacific Railroad. As California filled up with thousands and thousands of people, the demand for food and services began to increase. Her Great-Great-Grandfather came to California and started growing vegetables and rice in the swampy central valley on land no one wanted. It was not long before he had enough money to buy a wife from China.
In those days the Chinese were held on Angle Island until they were cleared by customs. There were mail order brides, families and girls being sold into the sex trade coming through Angle Island. As the family grew and the family resources grew, they invested money in a number of ventures. Banking for the Chinese laborers was the first non-agricultural ventures. Her Great-Grandfather was one of the first to open a restaurant in China Town. In the early days there were no anti-drug laws. Whites were drinking laudanum openly while the Chinese built opium dens where they could smoke opium and sleep it off while being looked after by people they could trust. Some white men and women got a rush out of slipping into China Town and getting high in an opium den. The family was trusted by both the Chinese and white communities so they operated a den until drugs were outlawed.
When the whites developed a taste for Chinese cooking and started visiting China Town to eat, some Chinese may have resented the whites coming in, getting drunk and loud, but it made the family richer. When they finally were allowed to buy land they bought rich soiled land in the central valley and Salience valley to grow vegetables sold in the family restaurant, then all over the country when refrigerated freight cars were developed. Madam Wu was the only family member willing to devote her life to the restaurant business. Her brothers and cousins controlled the agricultural business and banking interests. They don't advertise how much of the local banking interests they own. The white businessmen might resent it and try to exclude them if they knew how much they owned.
Italians are very proud that Bank of America started in San Francisco as the Bank of Italy. It would have shocked them to know how much of the Chinese investment was. They openly owned the China Town Bank. They never failed to take advantage of any downturn in the economy to buy stock in troubled banks. They always used front men to hide the fact that they were getting control of banks. Very few boards of directors ever knew that the controlling interest was in the hands of one Chinese family.
Madam Wu confided that she had a master's degree in business from Cal Berkley. She deliberately uses Pidgin-English for the tourists while working at her restaurant. They don't need to know how educated she is.
When I asked her about her personal life Madam Wu gave me a warm smile. She told me that one of her aunts had introduced her to the joys of lesbian sex when she was nine-years old. The males she knew were chauvinists and expected women to stay home, raise children and keep their mouths shut. When she rebelled the brothers agreed that she could run the restaurant.
Her stock in the banking and agro-business makes her wealthy without even counting the revenue from the restaurant. She deliberately chooses to live well but not flaunt her wealth.
When she finished telling her story the tea pot was empty. She casually asked me if I would like to get high with her. I had never used drugs before but figured it would be sexy to find out what it was like.
She rang for her maid to remove the tea set and bring her opium pipe. She got out of her chair and joined me on the couch while she waited for her pipe to be brought to her. She stroked my hair lovingly because my hair is very fine. She started feeling my breasts because she was drawn to my breasts. My breasts are not much larger that a C+ but they are very large next to most oriental women. She skillfully removed my blouse and bra so that she could feel my breasts. We were only interrupted when the maid brought in the opium pipe and materials needed to smoke it.
She filled the little bowl of the long stemmed pipe with pot and lit it with a butane-lighter. She held the precious smoke in her lungs as long as she could before she expelled the almost invisible smoke. Then she passed the pipe to me. I held the long pipe by the stem and inhaled the smoke. I held the smoke down as long as I could before coughing it out. We passed the pipe back and forth until it was exhausted. She placed the pipe on the table in front of us.
I was beginning to feel the results. A feeling of relaxed pleasure swept over my body. I was aware of what she was doing but it was as if I was watching from another location. She finished undressing me. When I was totally naked she reached for her shoulder and unbuttoned her dress. When she had the front open she folded back the flap like a military uniform to expose her left tit. For a woman her age she had a surprisingly youthful tit.
When I saw it I could not resist sucking on her tit. She stroked my hair while I sucked on her nipple. When she had enough of my sucking on her tit she pressed on my shoulders until I slid to the floor in front of her. Her dress may have been below the knee but the split up the side allowed her to pull it aside to show me that she did not have panties on. I was thrilled at the sight of her pussy. It did not have a lot of hair on it but all of it was straight and pointing towards her opening. I knew what was expected of me.
I placed my hands on her legs. My right hand was resting on bare flesh and the left hand was resting on the cool silk dress. It was very exciting to lick and suck her pussy. It smelled of sandal wood along with the familiar odor of a female pussy. She lied back against the back of her couch and closed her eyes as she was consumed by the thrill of sex.
When she recovered from her climax she had me stand up in front of her. She seemed to be pleased that my vulva was shaved clean. There was not showing as much as a pimple with a root of a hair on it. She sucked my pussy while I stood there resting my hands on her head. Just when I was about to cum she stopped sucking my pussy. I wanted to protest and beg her to make me cum, when she turned me around and bent me over at the waist. I caught my upper weight with my hands on the table.
She grasped my ass cheeks and spread them apart. She was extolling the beauty of my ass while I would feel her warm breath on my asshole. I knew what she was about to do and pushed my ass backwards to expatiate her rimming my asshole. While she was doing that she reached under me and stuck a couple of fingers up my pussy while using the other two fingers to stimulate my clit. There was no stopping my climax this time. I would have cum even if she had stopped.
When I came I could not support myself, so Madam Wu pulled me back onto her lap. I cuddled up on her lap in a fetal position like a baby. We more or less drifted into a sleeping stupor for awhile. When we recovered I hated having to get dressed and go home. I knew I would have to visit Madam Wu many more times.
The next time I was invited to Ms Gardener's, my mother was invited too without my knowledge. As soon as I arrived Sheila assumed control and was dressed up like a dominatrix. I was not aware that my mother was in another room watching everything through one way glass. I was subjected to all kinds of humiliations at the hands of the younger girl. I was whipped and fucked with dildos both hand held and strap-ons. Cigars were wet in my pussy at her discretion. Cigar smoke was blown into my lungs, pussy and asshole by Sheila.
Sheila led me to the dining room where I lied on the table to act as the buffet table again. When mother saw me lying on the table with food all over my body, she picked up a plate and proceeded to fill her plate with a variety of delicacies. Before the meal was over mother put on one of Ms Gardner's strap-on dildos and fucked my ass using bean dip as lubricant.
Mom enjoyed making me her submissive sex slave after that dinner.
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