China Maid, Chapter 15

Morning, it turned out, began at six AM just the same as in the U.S..
	The girls showered and changed into their day uniforms to meet Miss Zuang at the breakfast table. Their mistress wore a short robe made of red silk, and although much of her lovely body was on display, none of her servants dared to look at her for too long.
	"Good morning!" Miss Zuang said, beaming a smile. It made Alice blush, and she couldn't help looking at the woman's long legs.
	"Alice, congratulations on your promotion! Today, you will kneel at my side as I eat breakfast. You may close your eyes too, I know you did not get much sleep last night."
	The woman patted her thigh, and Alice understood that she was to rest her cheek against Miss Zuang's bare legs to be more comfortable.
	Alice knelt down, and felt the hard tile against her legs as she assumed her position. While none of Miss Zuang's other servants were comfortable staring at her beauty, all Alice could do was stare at the woman's legs – the kitchen table blocked most of her view upwards. For a little while, Alice savored the feeling of her mistress's soft flesh against her cheek: the warmth of the woman's legs, their total lack of cellulite, and the heat that emanated from them.
	Was Alice imagining it, or was that heat building? She closed her eyes to help surrender to the moment, and to get a bit of rest. Soon, though, she felt a hand running through her hair in a kind way.
	"You may plant kisses on my legs," Miss Zuang whispered so softly that Alice doubted anyone else could hear.
	"In fact, turn around to face me."
	The girl could feel reality drain around her. She awkwardly twisted her body around, and bit her lip when she saw that Miss Zuang wasn't wearing any panties! Alice openly gawked at the woman's perfectly shaped nether lips – they looked like they were begging for her touch. The woman had a certain confidence about her body that Alice envied madly, that she could eat breakfast while a girl viewed her most intimate region.
	Alice started planting soft kisses on Miss Zuang's legs as the woman enjoyed her breakfast of quail eggs and avocado toast.
	She started at about mid-thigh, and subtly moved her way up towards the woman's apex. Alice could feel adrenaline coursing through her body – she was so shy now that doing such a suggestive thing in public was nearly unthinkable. But it was even more unthinkable to disobey her mistress, or to lose any opportunity to worship at her shrine. Slowly, she moved her head nearer and nearer to Miss Zuang's lap. The heat was definitely building – Alice could even feel a bit of humidity against her upturned nose.
	Miss Zuang permitted Alice to get about halfway to her goal before putting an admonishing hand on the girl's forehead.
	"Not at this time," Miss Zuang said gently, but at the same time she said that she was softly pulling Alice's hair, bringing her even closer to the position she wanted to assume!
	"For now, just go lower down my legs. My feet are getting a bit cold."
	The Chinese beauty released Alice's hair, and resumed her breakfast. Alice didn't even dare to bite her cheek in frustration – she was sure Miss Zuang would detect the slightest hint of objection. As Alice kissed her way down the woman's legs, she was utterly confused by her situation. It felt like she had no end of opposing desires: she wanted to lick Miss Zuang's flower, but that would mean disobeying her orders. She wanted to nuzzle at the woman's legs forever, but she also wanted to be seen as an independent, capable girl. She felt constantly stuck between all these feelings, and couldn't imagine a way of reconciling them.
	Before working here, she would have talked about her feelings and tried to find a proactive solution to them. But now, kneeling before this rich Chinese woman, Alice felt that voicing her own needs was totally inappropriate. The closest approximation she could manage was a soft plea; the way a kitten might beg for a bit of cream. The thought of doing anything more direct always seemed to provoke horrible anxiety, and guilt for not serving her mistresses well enough. So, she tried to content herself with kissing Miss Zuang's calves, then down to her ankles. Soon Alice was planting kisses on Miss Zuang's slender, porcelain-complexioned feet while her mind filled with the thought of licking the woman's clit as she sipped her morning tea.
	Miss Zuang signaled the end of breakfast, popping a single bitten quail egg into Alice's mouth, to share a little of her bounty with the hardworking girl. She slipped her feet into her gold silken slippers and left the table, probably to bathe. Alice felt dizzy as she stood up, and Farrah wasted no time in approaching with a cheeky grin.
	"So, do you like your new role?" she asked, helping Alice to her feet.
	Alice gave a dreamy nod, which provoked a musical laugh from Farrah.
	"I wish you thought of me that same way!" Farrah said, sounding offended in a playful way. Then she added cryptically:
	"But do not worry, we have time."
	That was all the banter that was permitted, and soon the girls were clearing plates and hand washing dishes with their usual expertise. Jocelyn and her friends were all still sleeping off the last night's party, so Farrah and Alice were allowed some free time. They took this opportunity to hole up in the maid's quarters until they were needed later. As usual, Farrah locked the door, and the sound of the latch had an almost Pavlovian impact on Alice.
	While Alice was completely ready to make out, Farrah showed considerable discipline in forcing her to continue her Arabic lessons.
	But even this was a pleasure. Farrah had decided that Alice was a tactile learner and adjusted her lessons accordingly. This meant that Alice learnt best with Farrah whispering things into her ear while they lied in bed together, or tracing her fingertips along the girl's body to point out different parts of her anatomy. For getting an answer right, Alice earned things such as a lingering kiss, or a soft flick of her sensitive nipples. Although they lacked anything to actually write on, they did have some ink that Farrah would use to draw different letters and words and phrases onto Alice's body.
	Alice loved the way the soft brush felt against her skin, and she adored the cute look of concentration that crossed Farrah's face as she would decide the best way to write a certain thing. Calligraphy was one of her innumerable skills and she was a good teacher too: Alice was already able to recognize many words. Still, the ones that Farrah painted onto her toes remained a mystery. She suspected that Farrah had overly stylized them so as to make them illegible to most people. What could they possibly mean?
	Farrah had one of Alice's hands in both of hers, and was drawing the word 'camel' in several different ways onto her palms.
	"We even have a word for, 'a camel who is frightened by anything!" Farrah said, and Alice laughed at the thought of such an animal.
	This continued for about an hour, until Alice heard Delfina's voice through her earbuds.
	"Alice, come meet me in my room, and bring Farrah."
	She sounded half asleep, but commanding none the less. The girls washed up and hurried to Delfina's room, knocking before being granted permission to enter.
	When Alice saw Delfina's grin, she felt pinpricks of anxiety come on. The brunette had on a simple white nightie, and her hair was pulled into a ponytail. She had no makeup on, but was still quite beautiful.
	"Alice, I have a special morning ritual I like to do sometimes," Delfina began to explain, flashing the girls a smile. Her eyes were half shut, and she stretched out along the soft mattress with her legs parted slightly.
	"Farrah, why don't you tell her?"
	Farrah nodded, and turned to Alice.
	"Miss Delfina is a practitioner of the One Taste method."
	Alice furrowed her brows, trying to puzzle together Farrah's meaning. Her tone made it sound like some very serious thing.
	"It's orgasmic meditation!" Delfina cut in, holding back a laugh.
	"Here's what you do: come lie at my side, and put your finger on my clit. Then, with very little pressure, rub it back and forth at a steady speed. And while you're doing that, you have to whisper compliments into my ear. It really helps me get into the mood."
	Alice was dumbfounded. Delfina seriously expected another girl masturbate her in the mornings?? Sure, Alice had done as much for Jocelyn and Miss Zuang, but with those two there was some sort of affection attached to it. Delfina was different: her condescending tone made Alice feel like she was the lowliest of servant girls. Confusing all this was the surge of pleasure that came with obeying an order from her mistress, and Delfina's amazing body that Alice very much wanted to touch. She curtseyed and approached Delfina,  climbing into bed with her.
	Per her directions, Alice rested one stockinged leg against Delfina's, and pressed her torso snugly against the girl's body. Alice then put her face on the pillow beside Delfina's ear, and moved her hands down the girl's toned abdomen. Her skin was supple and smooth, and the bed smelled like blueberries, lilacs, and Delfina's sweat.
	"Slowly, Alice. And don't forget the compliments!" Delfina murmured, closing her eyes and relaxing her entire body.
	"Yes mistress," Alice replied in a whisper. "Thank you for letting me... do this?"
	She knew it sounded awkward, and she felt the girl's body convulse into laughter. But then, Alice's middle finger went inside of the brunette girl, and her body convulsed in a different way.
	"You smell nice," Alice whispered.
	Her finger was already coated with Delfina's love juices, and she felt the girl's neat triangle pubic hair rest against her palm. Alice slowly rubbed her middle finger back and forth against Delfina's clit with no more pressure than she would use if she were wiping her own eye. Her clit stiffened beneath the pad of Alice's finger, yielding to her gentle movements.
	Delfina moaned, but still insisted that Alice maintain a steady pace every time she tried to go faster.
	"This isn't just for fun, Alice! It is a meditation – it helps keep me young and sharp," the girl explained in a bratty tone.
	Alice could scarcely believe that having a girl rub her clit in the morning made Delfina any of those things, but she held her tongue.
	"Well, you are really smart," Alice murmured.
	She could feel Delfina smiling, and the girl's pussy contracted a little beneath Alice's dexterous finger. Some of her secretions were running down her nether lips, threatening to soak the white cotton bed sheets. Already, Alice's finger was soaked as it went back and forth within Deflina's slippery mound.
	"Farrah, this is where you come in!" Delfina started, pausing to take a sharp little breath and bite her lip as Alice rubbed away at her love button.
	 "Lie between my legs, with your face right there to collect any of my ... mess. But only get it if it's about to drip onto the sheets."
	Alice felt the mattress shift as Farrah took her position between Delfina's legs, but she was too focused on the task at hand to look and see what was going on. Her mind went into that lovely pink fog, and all she was focused on was repeating one small movement across Delfina's clit again and again. That, and thinking up compliments to give Delfina, which was quite easy.
	"You're like, the most popular girl at our school," Alice murmured, her lips brushing against Delfina's earlobe.
	The aristocratic girl made a lot of mess for Farrah to clean up, and Alice immediately understood that Farrah was using her tongue to gather it all. She could feel Farrah's hot breath against her hand, and occasionally the brush of the girl's hair as she leaned forward to gather some of Delfina's girlcum before it could drip away. All the while, Alice continued giving the girl sincere compliments: from how she dressed to how her feet were so cute. Every small bit of positive feedback from Delfina had an enormous impact on Alice; soon she was craving the girl's approval as though it would somehow satisfy her own desires.
	"OH MY GOD!" Delfina shouted, leaning forward and convulsing her entire body as Alice brought her to a lovely orgasm. She was so wet that Alice's finger made an audible sound that all three girls could hear.
	Alice thought that would be the end of it, but Delfina just leaned back onto the pillows, spreading her legs a little more and urging Alice to continue exactly as she did before. Farrah had quite a lot of cum to lick up, and was careful that her tongue did not enter Delfina's aching pussy. After her first climax, Delfina got a little more talkative.
	"This is too good!.. Alice, you're my little One Taste girl. My personal little. Ah!! My little virgin slay-- I mean maid...."
	The way Delfina was going on, Alice suspected that the girl got some sexual thrill out of talking down to her maids. She continued:
	"Did you know that the Heaven's Gate works better if you're a virgin?"
	Alice almost stopped fingering Delfina when she heard this. It didn't make any sense – what difference did it make if --
	"It's true!" Delfina went on, "you can direct allll that pent up sexual frustration into more productive things. Like waiting on me hand... And foot.. And finger --- AAAH!"
	Delfina came again, and Alice felt a surge of pride that she could get such a response out of the girl. But her words stuck in Alice's mind. Was the Heaven's Gate making her into some kind of sex slave? And if so, why wasn't she more offended by that fact? It was certainly hard for Alice to think because of how aroused she was all the time – and seeing Delfina's nude body was beyond distracting. Then to touch her intimately, and for so long, made Alice way too horny to think about any one subject for very long. And her sexual frustration never seemed to lessen or fade into the background completely – it stayed with her.
	Alice realized that she was tacitly accepting Delfina's words to be true; and every time she did it brought a wave of joy.
	"I'll be honest," Delfina said, "the fact that you can't cum without our permission REALLY gets me going. I feel like I cum ten times harder knowing that you can't cum at all. But you still have to work to satisfy me whenever I want... put your virgin lips wherever I want them... Lips that have never touched a boy's... Umh!"
	The aristocratic girl's body was covered in a thin layer of perspiration, making everything more slippery. They all continued this way, Alice's hands and body burning from her continued exertions to please Delfina. All the while, the brunette girl just laid back against some cushions, moaning as two girls served her in the best way possible. For her, the meditation seemed to be about relaxing her body as much as possible – each one of Deflina's toned muscles seemed completely at ease.
	"It's like an energy exchange," Delfina said at one point, and this thought kept bouncing around Alice's mind.
	"I unload all my desires and sexual frustration onto you, and you give me satisfaction and pleasure as a trade! Then, you take all those feelings and use them as fuel, to serve me better."
	After a while longer, Delfina had her fill and told Farrah and Alice to stop. Farrah's face was slick with Delfina's juices, and Alice's hand was completely wet. Both the maids were flushed and sweaty, but Delfina looked like she had been sitting on a beach in paradise. The girl opened her eyes, laughing a little as she eyed the beleaguered maids.
	"Oh, that reminds me. Alice, you remember that I said you could have the rest of that special oil for being so good on the flight yesterday?"
	Alice nodded, overjoyed at the mention of that stuff.
	Delfina reached into the nearby night stand and pulled out the plastic bag that her panties had been soaking in just the day before. It still had a noticeable amount of oil inside of it, and Alice had to restrain herself from lunging at it. The blonde teenager had the same sensation that she did when she was kissing Miss Zuang's thighs earlier – like she was being pulled in so many different directions but she had to be a good girl and stay perfectly still to please her mistress.
	Lazily, Delfina stretched her long legs towards the floor and got up from the bed. Each of her movements was dripping with sexual contentment, and there was a healthy color in her cheeks. She picked up a nearby shoe – a black leather stiletto that she had worn when the girls went clubbing last night. Alice watched what unfolded next with a pained expression, unable to believe that Delfina could be so cruel to someone who had just brought her so much happiness.
	"I went dancing in these heels last night," Delfina said, holding the scuffed shoe out for Alice to examine.
	"And I want you to clean them! But I don't want you to get bored, so let's make it a little more interesting."
	With that, Delfina turned the oily bag inside out and smeared its contents all along the inside of her shoe. She methodically covered the outside of it with oil too, until it took on a slick gleam in the morning light. All the muscles in Alice's neck tensed up as she realized she would be worshiping Delfina's shoe for quite a while to get all that oil off. Was this some kind of chaser for the girl – some added flourish to really put Alice in her place?
	"Here you go," Delfina said, handing the glistening shoe over.
	"Oh, but make sure to clean your finger first!" she added, withdrawing the shoe from Alice.
	Alice knew what Delfina wanted to see, although it stunned her that she was about to do it. It was easier for how horny she was. Alice put her middle finger in her mouth and theatrically licked Delfina's cum from all over it, sucking the salty, sweet nectar from her digit. The brunette goddess seemed satisfied, and handed her high heeled shoe to Alice.
	"Thank you, Miss Delfina," Alice responded.
	She leaned in, smelling the slightly acrid aroma coming from the inside of the shoe. As soon as her tongue touched it, though, her craving for the oil overrode any other thought in her mind. Alice became lost in the sensation of gathering the tasteless oil onto her tongue, and swallowing it as quickly as she could.
	The oil was without taste, but Delfina's shoes certainly had a sour and bitter flavor that mixed with the girlcum that Alice had in her mouth already. Gritty flecks of who-knows-what had gathered in the area where Delfina placed the balls of her feet, and Alice had no choice but to swallow it all along with the oil. She worshiped the footwear, wanting the oil so badly that she could ignore how debasing this act was. Their size was printed in golden text near the heel: 42.
	Delfina walked away to have a shower, and Farrah busied herself elsewhere in the mansion. Alice was left alone, happily licking Delfina's high heels, without a thought in her mind except getting the girl's shoes immaculately clean by running her soft tongue over every bit.
	When Delfina came out of her shower she was in the nude, and Alice could only marvel at how perfect her body looked. Her boobs seemed to defy gravity and even logic – with small nipples and no tan lines. Water glistened all the way down her graceful anatomy, giving her a nearly radiant glow. Delfina grinned to see Alice still at her demeaning task.
	"You probably got the oil off of them," Delfina said, reaching her hands out expectantly.
	Alice felt about as vulnerable as ever, kneeling in front of the girl and handing her some footwear she had just devoured like it was her favorite dessert. As soon as Alice handed over the stiletto, a profound wave of shame washed over her. It was made even worse the way Delfina towered over her, smirking and seemingly delighted by the fact that the class valedictorian's new job entailed licking her shoes clean.
	"Well, you did a good job here," Delfina said, with thinly-disguised mockery.
	"But what about my other shoe?"
	Alice lowered her gaze down towards the other high heel which was lying nearby.
	Licking this one would be nowhere near as fun, not without the delight that came from getting that oil. Was Delfina just using the oil as some sort of gateway drug to get Alice used to doing humiliating things?? But the girl's haughty grin left no room for argument, so Alice only murmured "Yes, mistress," and began the act of licking her other high heel clean.
	The worst part was the posture that Delfina made Alice take while she performed this job. 	Alice was to remain on her knees with her bottom in the air and her head bent low so she could lick the shoe without lifting it from the ground. This caused her skirt to ride up, revealing her pussy, and her back was turned towards Delfina so she didn't even know if the girl was watching. The taste of leather and Delfina's feet coated Alice's tongue and invaded her senses. After quite a while, Alice presented the shoe to her mistress.
	"Alice, this isn't even remotely clean! Will I need to get my riding crop to keep you on task or something? I guess I'll have to watch over you this next time."
	With that, Delfina sat on the side of her bed and rested her bare feet on Alice's back, to be more comfortable as she watched the girl's work.
	The threat alone would have been enough to light a fire beneath Alice, who was now practically assaulting the leather shoe with her tongue. It wasn't so much the pain that she was afraid of; it was the humiliating arousal that was so closely linked to pain within her mind now. She couldn't imagine anything more degrading than getting off while Delfina hit her with a riding crop, and as she licked the girl's worn stilettos clean all the while!
	Unfortunately, that's exactly what happened. The next time she presented the shoe to Delfina, the girl was unsatisfied with the job.
	"Alice, this is really unacceptable. I will need to show you a correction."
	Alice grimaced as she heard Delfina walk to a nearby drawer, pulling out her beloved torture instrument. She heard a swish coming through the air, then felt an explosion of pain on her exposed butt. It was followed by another, and another, each causing her to cry out. This only seemed to incense the girl, who targeted the soft flesh of Alice's thighs, the backs of her knees, and even struck her far too close to her rosebud.
	Every spike of pain brought with it a new, primal sexual desire – although Alice was near to tears from Delfina's assault, her virgin pussy was completely wet. It felt like she was betraying herself, which added a new layer of torment to this humiliating scene. But the brunette girl seemed content with only ten strokes, then expected Alice to show contrition for the inconvenience she caused.
	"Th-thank you, mistress, for correcting me," Alice murmured. She was so turned on, so ashamed, so angry. And all she could focus on for the entire ordeal was Delfina's black high heels – an errant fear flashed through her mind: what if she equated these feelings with women's footwear?
	"You're welcome, Alice!" Delfina said cheerily, brushing the tip of the riding crop across all the fresh red marks on the girl's backside. This caused goosebumps to go up Alice's spine, and she bit her lip at the sensation of it all.
	"I just hope you can learn a little faster, or I might need to buy a heavier riding crop! Did you know they make ones with little sensors that measure the force of the blow? It's a little technical for me, but that's interesting right? It would be like measuring my golf stroke!"
	Delfina laughed at her own joke, and dismissed Alice. The girl practically sprang to her feet, dusted off her skirt, and left before Delfina could think of anything more to inflict upon her.
	As the distance grew between her and Delfina, Alice began to wonder what Delfina meant when she said it was an 'energy exchange.'
	There was a clear difference in their relative status: Delfina seemed calm and at ease, while Alice was sexually frustrated and constantly on edge. Delfina took purposeful movements while Alice scurried around doing whatever the girls asked of her. Delfina wore comfortable, flattering outfits while Alice ran around in a maid's uniform with stiff high heels and a hard corset. And each of their little encounters seemed to entail Delfina pushing Alice's physical limits, and deriving pleasure from it.
	Was it seriously possible that Delfina was feeding on Alice's energy? She was certainly mean enough to be a vampire, but Alice just couldn't process it. Her feelings were too complex,  and it was uncomfortable to think about how she might have been complicit to some degree. She instead focused on keeping her steps perfectly equidistant as she walked down the hallway, enjoying the sensation of a hard corset biting into her waist. Her skirt would regularly brush against the tender welts on her butt, causing little pinpricks of pain that kept her on the edge. She was constantly reminded of being on her knees, with Delfina standing behind her but even her imagination had turned against her.
	In no version of Alice's thoughts was she an equal or a classmate with these girls anymore. She no longer pictured them hanging out together; instead she saw herself waiting the table while Jocelyn and Ciara had dinner together. She thought about Anna, and the spirited banter they had with each other. She could still picture herself joking with Anna, but strictly as the girl's employee – as a maid dutifully massaging her stockinged feet as she relaxed in her palatial home. And Delfina had shifted from her nemesis to her mistress, why else would she gladly accept her outrageous impositions? The thought should have infuriated her: imagining Delfina practicing her riding crop swing on Alice's soft flesh, but just she found it exciting. The unfairness of it all just made it that much better. These girls deserved whatever they wanted, and it was Alice's delight to provide it for them.
	From somewhere deep within Alice's subconscious came a thought of fleeing. Aside from the excruciating pain of leaving Farrah, all she could think about was being caught, and punished, and disappointing her mistresses. Any thought of escape seemed to end with her failing publicly, then accepting the strict discipline that came from a show of resistance. From there, Alice's imagination ran riot with what that punishment would entail. Who would administer it? What would she be wearing?
	When Alice got to the living room, most of the girls were dressed with small day bags packed. Jocelyn had on a yellow micro bikini that was downright scandalous, and Ciara had on a one-piece bandage swimsuit that wrapped around her youthful body a few times. It exposed a lot of her skin. Anna stole the show, though, with a thong-cut one piece bikini made of slick black material that looked like latex. It was like a second skin, and reflected light in such a way that demanded Alice's eyes linger on her every curve.
	Apparently they were going to take their breakfast on the way to the yacht because everyone was in a hurry to get out the door. Delfina and Miss Zuang joined them, although Miss Zuang was wearing a robe so Alice couldn't see what her swimsuit looked like just yet. After loading their bags, they were all on the way to the East China Sea, which would involve a helicopter and even a seaplane to get to the yacht! It seemed a little excessive, but as soon Alice had Jocelyn's feet in her lap, her thoughts all centered around the most pleasing ways to touch them.