Archive name: Apartment Smother.HTM (M/FF, Farting, Facesitting, Humiliation)

Authors name: Smotherfan (Smotherfan [email protected])

Story title: Apartment Smother

Part of the Reluctant Slave Series

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The doorman at the Heights gave us a funny look when we arrived. Jordan quite deliberately wrapped her arm about my waist and we walked passed him like lovers. Of course we were both women and one was in a school uniform.

“Fancy dress party.” Jordan laughed. “She didn’t know and got pissed.” She added as explanation to the doorman.

The doorman recognised me. “Evening Ms Collin’s.”

I just smile like an idiot.

“Booze.” Jordan laughed.

“What’s on her face?” The doorman asked Jordan, starting to ignore me. He’s bought her story and I was too fucked to argue.

“That, just some party games.” Jordan laughed.

I was steered into the lift. “Which floor?” Jordan asked.

“The third.” I gasped, slumping against the wall.

As soon as the door was shut Jordan was up against me. I was too tired and beat to stop her. “Did you hear that, he wondered what was on your face, imagine what he’s think if he knew that it was my cum, still you can imagine what he’s thinking anyway, two girls coming home together.” As she spoke Jordan hauled up my skirt and rubbed her fingers over my crotch. I almost came there and then. Jordan laughed. “I knew this slave and Mistress stuff was turning you on.”

I said nothing.

The lift arrived at my floor and we exited. Jordan wouldn’t let me straighten my skirt and so I walked down the corridor with my knickers on display.

At the door to my apartment Jordan paused. “There is no one waiting for you?”

“No Mistress.”

“Expecting anyone?”

“No Mistress.”

“Expecting anyone, a over the weekend?”

“I am going to a party tomorrow evening.” I answered

“Were going, you’ll phone and apologize.”

“Yes Mistress.” I whispered head down.

We entered the apartment. It was warm after the street. I am a hot house plant; I like my holidays in hot places and my apartment is always warm.

Jordan handed me her jacket and blazer whilst she wandered about, she flicked off her shoes and then looked at me. “Put everything away and then make me a coffee, come on slave. I just gave you an order.”

I did as I was told whilst Jordan continued her exploration of my apartment. It didn’t take her long; there were two bedrooms, the lounge, small dining room, kitchen and the bathroom.

Before I’d finished making the coffee she was back, standing in the doorway to the kitchen, looking for the entire world as if she’d lived here for ever and acting as if we were life long buddies.

I finished making the coffee and handed the mug to her. “None for yourself?” She asked.

“I didn’t think, you didn’t say that I could have one.” I stammered.

Jordan laughed. “I’m not that cruel! You can do almost anything, just obey my orders when they are given, so if you want a coffee, make yourself one.”

“Thank you Mistress. I need the bathroom, can I come past you please.”

Jordan stepped aside but followed me and when I made to shut the bathroom door she stopped me. “One rule is that you never close a door on me.”

I was aghast, was she expecting me to pee whilst she watched?

“I’m not moving, so you either pee yourself or sit on the john. It’s your choice … and I am not going to argue with you, you know what will happen if you argue.”

“Yes Mistress.” I pulled my knickers down, sat on the toilet and started to pee. I didn’t look in Jordan’s direction. I didn’t want to give her any satisfaction. I felt utterly humiliated and Jordan was quite deliberately turning the key. I finished and in full view of her I wiped myself before dressing again.

“When you’re ready, I want you in my bedroom.” Jordan said, leaving me to arrange myself.

The reference to her bedroom wasn’t lost on me and I started to wonder just how far Jordan was prepared to take this. I had hoped or assumed that my nightmare would have been over soon, but all this talk about bedrooms made me doubt my very sanity.

I found Jordan in the main bedroom, my bedroom. She was going through the wardrobes, looking at my clothes. She saw me in the mirror.

“You have good choice … oh … and get undressed.”

I gawked.

“Slave, you are becoming stupid. I said get undressed and mean it, I want to see you naked, butt naked.”

“Please …” I started but the look of fury that had spread across Jordan features stilled my protest before it had ever really begun. And I so undressed, stripped myself naked before the gleeful eyes of a teenage who had perversions I hadn’t even known existed.

“Now put your clothes in the linen basket.” Jordan ordered. “You’ll find that I abhor untidiness.”

She made me parade around the room; bend over to show her my butt. I felt like cattle parading before the butcher.

“Not bad slave, you need a bit more meat on you, but I’ve seen uglier BITCHES.” She was sitting on my bed. “Now your next task is to undress me, slowly and with reverence. You will kiss my body, my arms, neck, boobs, anywhere that I indicate. Understand?” She stood up and came towards me.

If she’d intimidated me before then being naked before her cowed me. I almost grovelled just because she was near me. Of course I should have realised that Jordan had an intuitive grasp of domination and how to enforce and then reinforce her will.

Jordan stood an inch away from me, her face in my face, the hazel coloured eyes never blinked. She was beautiful and she was also cruel.

“You may start with my blouse.” She ordered.

I was shaking; my fingers trembled as I unfastened the small white buttons. There were six of them, eight if you included the sleeve buttons.

Jordan gave instructions, her voice was soft but I could almost feel her excitement.

I took off her blouse and on her instructions kissed her arms, elbows, armpits, her neck and her chest right to where her bra intervened. The kisses were only light, the sort your aunt gave you when she visited, but the effect on both of us was immense.

I started to smell Jordan’s excitement. The musky, hot aroma of her cunt was obvious even at this distance.

I removed Jordan skirt next, leaving her in her bra and panties and those absurd white stockings.

“On your knee’s” Jordan ordered, her voice was husky and shaking.

I dropped, I was eye level with her cunt, and the smell was even strong here. She must have been almost cumming. On her instructions I removed those white stockings, showing kisses on her feet, her ankles and up her legs, past her knee’s until my mouth was almost against the sodden mass of her panties.

I was ordered to my feet, this time to release her tits from inside her bra. Jordan was a little bigger than me, with wide stumpy nipples. I hesitated for a moment before kissing them and then on Jordan’s instructions I began to lick and suck.

“Oh yes BITCH, that’s just how I like it. Just imagine that it’s my clit, you know how I like that pampered.”

So I bent to my task, feeling her nipple grow and stiffen beneath my attention. Jordan held my head in place, occasionally she’d grunt her encouragement, not that I needed any for it was with embarrassment that I realised just how wet I’d become.

Abruptly Jordan pulled my face away. She was panting, her face red. “My knickers, take them off.”

I needed no second instruction. I dropped to my knees and just planted a kiss straight onto the crotch of her panties.

Jordan laughed. “Hell slave, you’re starting to enjoy this.”

She was right, how in a matter of a few hours I could find myself in this position, literally grovelling before her, desperate to have my tongue inside her, teasing her and making her climax.

I pulled down her panties, revealing her copper red pubic hair once more. I kissed her again, before her panties had even passed her knees.

Arrogantly Jordan rubbed my face against her pussy whilst I tried to push my tongue inside her. “Slow down slave, you have all night ahead of you … ahead, head, get the joke.” Jordan pushed men away and turned around. “Kiss my arse.” She demanded. She pulled her cheeks apart and I saw the dark pink of her anus, it seemed to wink at me.

I kissed it, my lips pressed against it, then I darted my tongue against it, just the once before withdrawing.

Jordan cheered and applauded me. “Just think slave, you just kissed the part of my body that got you here in the first place.” She laughed again, all the time looking down on me. “Now get on that bed, I need to be worshiped in comfort.”

I lay on my own bed, naked and waiting for my Mistress to straddle me. The humiliation that I felt was hidden by my desire to please her, but it was there all the same. Each act I performed was taking me deeper under her spell, under her control, but of course Jordan knew that and my knowledge made my subservience all the more humiliating.

Jordan straddled me carrying a pair of my tights. “Put your hands around the bed head.” She ordered.

The bed had an imitation old fashion style bed head made from wrought iron. It had been Paul’s idea, though he had never got beyond holding onto to it whilst he’d fucked me. Typically Jordan was taking things one step further.

“Mistress, I won’t fight you.” I whispered, offering her my absolute subjugation.

“I know that slave. This is more or my amusement.” She was straddling my face and just sat down. “Start the worship slave.” I heard her laugh.

I started sliding my tongue inside her, she was saturated and her viscous fluid was soon sliding into my mouth. As I tongued her so Jordan slid over my face, allowing me to breath.

She tied my wrists behind the bed head. Experimentally I tried to move my arms, I couldn’t. Jordan had done a good job. I wouldn’t escape now until Jordan decided that I could.

She started to cum whilst I had her tiny clit between my lips. Jordan pulled my face into her gaping pussy and for the second time she shot her climax into my mouth.

“Very good slave, you do learn quickly and with more practice you’ll get even better.” Jordan climbed off me; there was a thin sheen of sweat on her body. “Back in a minute, don’t go away.” She laughed at her own joke.

It wasn’t a minute, at least it seemed longer, but I had no way of judging time. I just had to lie there, waiting for Jordan’s return and the stage of her humiliation of me.

When she did return she had a glass of wine in one hand and her mobile phone in the other. She was already talking to somebody and the conversation was getting heated.

She put the wine glass down on the bedside table.

“Just a minute mum.” Jordan turned towards me. “If you make any sound, any sound, you’ll wish you have never been born.”

I said nothing. Jordan once more straddled me, this time facing down my body. She didn’t quite sit on my face; instead she directed my face between her bum cheeks, she’d spread her legs wide and so her anus beckoned. “Lick my arse.” She ordered and then flicked back on her phone.

“Mum, you still there.”

“Yeah, I’ll stop the night at Jasmine’s.”

“She’ll lend me some clothes.”

“Yes, fresh knickers as well.” Jordan twisted round and smiled. I knew who would be supplying the underwear and it wouldn’t be Jasmine.

I drilled my tongue into the tight hole of her arse, trying not to think of what usually passed through it.

All the time Jordan carried on her conversation.

“Well if you need to contact me, use my mobile number.”

“Why was I late ringing? Because of that BITCH teacher, you know the one, Ms Pretty Knickers Collins. She kept us both behind.”

“No, you needn’t complain. I can handle her.”

“Yeah, by mum, see you.”

Jordan broke the connection and exchanged the wine glass for the mobile. She sat back, driving me further between her arse cheeks.

“You know slave, I like how you lick my arse, do it some more.” She waggled her arse, pulling my face with it. “What’s it like to lick my arse?” She didn’t really expect me to answer. Jordan was gloating over me.

Suddenly I felt a hand brush my naked breast and it took my breath away.

“What’s wrong slave, does this turn you on?” She pinched my nipples and if I could I’d have screamed. She started just to touch me and with each passing second I got hotter and hotter. “I’d forgotten our little session in the lift, is your cunt wet, should I see?” I couldn’t stop her and in truth I didn’t want to. All she had to do was touch my pussy and I’d come.

I felt Jordan stretch down my body; I felt her hand upon my stomach, the fingers splayed for balance, I sensed her other hand hovering above my open legs. She just had to touch me; instead she sat back and smothered me.

Beneath her I groaned my frustration, the sound smothered by her arse.

“What’s wrong now slave.” She said sarcastically. “I’d have thought you had everything that a slave deserved, an attentive and gentle Mistress, what more do you want?” She lifted her arse off my face and I could breathe again. “Well slave, answer me?”

“Please Mistress, I’d like you to touch my … my pussy.” I felt the colour rise in my cheeks.

“Now why should I do that?” Jordan climbed off me. I was soaked in seat where she had been sitting.

“It would … it would give me … relief.” I struggled to both think and find the right words.”

“Relief from what can I ask?” She gone to the bottom of my bed and was staring between my open legs. She must see how excited I was.

“Please Mistress, sexual relief.” I found the courage to say.

“And why should I give you sexual relief. Why should a Mistress serve her slave? I thought that it should be the other way round. It has been up to now, why should I change that?”

She stroked my inner thigh, also to the edge of my sex. In frustration I tried to push down to reach her, but with my bonds I was at my limits. I cried out in frustration. “Please Mistress, I beg you, please. I’ll do anything you ask, but please, pity, please.” I was almost sobbing with hysteria.

“You’ll do anything I ask?” She laughed. “You are doing everything that I ask. You have sucked my pussy, licked my arse, and made me cum, what else is there? Tell me?”

“I’ll become you slave.” I yielded.

“You are my slave, look at you, butt naked, and on your own bed and you’ve just spent the last hour licking me. What else can you do for me?”

“Nothing!” I yielded.

“Exactly, so anything I do for you is a reward for services rendered.” The hand touched my thighs again. I opened my legs as wide as I look and just looked desperately in her direction.

“Services rendered.” Jordan’s hand just parted my sex lips, a finger brushed my clitoris and I came. She kept her hand between my legs until my moment had passed.

“Lick this clean!” She demanded, pushing her goo covered hand into my face. It was my goo, my cum, but I didn’t hesitate.

After I’d finished Jordan suddenly untied me. “You look a mess, take a shower and then make us something to eat. I like omelettes if you have any.”

A half hour later I was washing up when Jordan called me over. I was still naked whilst Jordan had found one of my better wraps and was wearing that, beneath that I knew she was naked.

“Kneel down.” She said, pointing to the floor at her feet.

I did so, wondering what was coming next. I guessed that it would have something to do with me pushing my face between her legs. I noticed that she had her mobile in her hand.

“I’m going to call Jasmine and see if she wants to come over.” She looked at me, waiting to see how I would react. “I’m going to offer you to her, I don’t know how she’ll react, whether she’ll want to use you or not.” She paused again, watching my face for reaction. I needed to keep my face blank. “If she does want you, then you’ll treat her as you treat me, absolute obedience. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Mistress, I am to obey Jasmine and deny her nothing.”

“Excellent, now lets go back to the bedroom, you can lick my arse whilst I make the call.”

Jordan tied me back to the bed. She seemed obsessed with having me helpless or perhaps she wanted to show off to Jasmine by how much she’d beaten me.

I didn’t object and raised my face into her arse when she instructed me, starting my darting runs at her anus. Once more I heard a one sided phone conversation.

“Jaz, its Jordan.” She began excitedly.

“No, I’m at her place, you should see it, it’s fabulous.”

“What am I doing … right now I’m having my arse … yeah, I said arse … I’m having my arse licked.”

“Come round, you could try her, she’ll let you … shit Jaz she likes it, I even brought her off.”

“Listen, I told mum that I was stopping with you … no, I plan to stay here … it has nothing to do with her … listen she calls me Mistress, as in slave and Mistress.”

“No … no way … I thought that you could stay …” Jordan’s voice dropped and almost simpered. I realised that she was almost pleading with Jasmine to stay with her. I must have stopped licking her because she casually slapped the top of my head and then left the hand hovering above my head until I returned to my task.

“How … tell your mum that you’re stopping at mine … because I’d like to spend the night with you.” She hit me again, this time I guessed it was out of frustration. She didn’t want me to hear her pleading with Jasmine.

“She’ll be wherever you want her to be … of course not … she’s a slave …”

“She’ll do what I tell her to do … so what do you say … say yes … please!”

“YES!” Jordan bounced up and down on my face. I forgot all about her arse and just tried to stop her crushing my face or even breaking my nose. “Get here as soon as you can.”