Charity Events

Chapter 3: A Step Forward

A week had gone by since Janice started to implement her plan. Already, Charity had become more malleable and Janice was pleased with the progress being made. The aunt had read through all of the stories that were posted by her niece to the website. She was amazed at how vivid and erotic each was and how creative Charity's imagination was. At least, she assumed that all of this came out of the girl's imagination. It was difficult to picture Charity having actually experienced any of these. She also discovered, as she expected, that Charity and Janice were the names of the main characters of each of the stories, although each story was set in a different time and place.

She also found the folder on her niece's computer where she stored her stories. There were dozens of them, many unfinished. One in particular amused her. It fairly accurately chronicled the events of the past week in story form. She especially liked it because it allowed her to get inside the minds of the characters. She found that Janice was slowly moving toward enslaving her niece. "Well, she got that right," mused Janice. And she was able to read the thoughts of the character, Charity. What she learned was that the character was in complete turmoil. She felt that it was wrong to submit to her beautiful aunt and yet she was highly aroused by the possibility of becoming a slave. In fact, she was so aroused that she was wet almost all the time now and would masturbate in bed for hours each night to relieve the tension.

"That's good to know," thought Janice. "That offers some possibilities."

Janice called Claire for advice. She and Clair had been friends for several years and had actually been lovers a couple of times since Charles' death. 'Lovers' was the wrong word. There was no love involved. Everything was just two friends seeking pure sexual release.

Clair was in her mid-thirties, blonde, and with a body that most women would kill for. She divorced her husband of ten years over a year earlier. "He was getting in the way of my fun," she explained to Janice one night as she moved her lips from breast to breast and plunged the dildo deep into Janice. "This is fun, but attending to his needs took me away from all of this."

Janice knew that Claire was into the bondage and domination and submission scene. In fact, Claire tried to get Janice to submit to her, but those attempts always ended up being frustrating mental wrestling matches because Janice was too dominant herself. "Just think," thought Janice, "I could be a slave myself at this point."

Janice explained the situation to Claire. She laid out her plan and describe the progress made to date. Then she asked her friend for advice.

"Good for you!" congratulated Claire. "Aren't you the devilish one? I think your plan is working great. And from the sounds of her latest story, it's working perfectly. I wouldn't change a thing. I do have an opportunity for you, though. Claire went on to explain that there was a bdsm party on the upcoming Saturday. If she thought that it wouldn't be pushing it too fast, Claire could arrange an invitation for the two of them. "Maybe you could tell her that you need her to go along as your date to a theme costume party."

Claire described the group as pretty tame. There wouldn't be any whippings or golden showers or the like, but there would be a significant amount of nudity. And most of the bottoms were simply submissives living out fantasies on an occasional basis. The tops would be masters, mistresses and dominant couples. The bottoms were males, females and submissive couples. And every possible combination of tops and bottoms would probably be represented.

Janice thought the party sounded like a great idea and promised to call Claire on Saturday morning to let her know. Claire told Janice to be careful or she might just enslave both Janice and Charity herself. Janice laughed. "Only in your dreams!"

That evening, Janice and Charity went through therir normal routine and, after the dishes were put away, they each went to their respective bedrooms. Janice read an erotic novel while Charity studies. Janice heard the bath water flowing but decided not to intrude this evening. She waited until Charity had returned to her room and the lights went out. Then, fifteen minutes later, she crept silently down the hallway to her niece's room. She could hear soft moans coming from the other side of the door.

She quickly opened the door and switched on the light. "Charity, are you okay? It sounded like you were crying."

Charity quickly pulled her sheet up to provide a sense of modesty and shrieked in surprise at the intrusion. Janice crossed the floor and sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching out to stroke the blonde tresses. "I was worried about you. Is everything okay?"

"Ye.. ye.. yes, Aunt Janice," she stammered. "I'm okay. I'm just fine."

"Are you sure?" asked Janice as she leaned down and kissed Charity's forehead.

"Yes, Miss Janice. I'm sure. But thank you for worrying about me."

"Well I hope you know that I love you," replied Janice. She gathered Charity's hands in hers and held them up to kiss them. Then she smiled inwardly as she saw two fingers glistening with her niece's juices. She snaked out her tongue and licked them, tasting Charity's sweet nectar for the first time. This caused Charity to turn beet red as the blush spread across her face and chest.

"Oh, you're okay," smiled Janice. "Just a little late night fun and relaxation." Then Janice pulled the sheet down revealing her niece's nudity and causing the blush to deepen even more. "Scoot over. I'll help you."

"But… but… but…" stuttered Charity as she tried to pull the sheet back up. But Janice had a tight grip on it and pushed the bed covers even lower to fully expose the girl.

"No buts about it. Now scoot over."

"Yes, Miss Janice," replied Charity with a mixed feeling of dread and arousal.

"That's better," said Janice as she positioned herself to 'help' her niece. Janice started to reach toward Charity's sex but the girl immediately drew her hands together to protect her most private spot.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea, Aunt Janice," she protested. "I don't love you that way."

Janice rolled her eyes. "Who said anything about love? This isn't about love. This is about recreation and fun. You weren't in bed with anyone you loved when I came in a few minutes ago. I thought your generation was supposed to be more open and adventurous."

"Maybe I'm in the wrong generation?"

"Oh stop being such a ninny!" Janice slapped the backs of her niece's hands and then pushed them apart. "Put your hands behind your neck and I'll take over from here."

Slowly, Charity's hands rose and she clasped her fingers behind her neck. "Don't move them," warned the older woman.

Janice started by placing her palm on Charity's belly. This caused her niece to jump slightly in surprise and to let out a soft groan of despair. Janice started moving her hand in ever-widening circles, marveling at the feel of the soft, supple flesh. Eventually, the circle widened until the hand reached the small patch of blonde hair and the hand jumped off the track to slide down over the pubic thatch.

Janice kept sliding lower until her hand cupped the pubic mound with her fingers resting on Charity's labia. Despite reading about how wet Charity was all of the time in her latest story, the older woman was still surprised at what she found. Her niece's sex was well lubricated and slippery with her juices. Janice tightened her grip slightly to enjoy the feel before starting to work.

She let her fingers glide up and down the slick petals, occasionally dipping a finger inside. Charity groaned again, but Janice could not tell if it was out of despair or arousal. She let a finger find and then circle the girl's clitoris before plunging the finger deep inside the wet sex. This caused Charity to suck in her breath.

Janice watched Charity's face the entire time. Eyes were shut tightly and the brow was furrowed. Cheeks were flush and the luscious lips were parted slightly. Janice noticed that the two beautiful breasts were artistry in motion. The heavy mounds would rise and fall with each breath and quivered with her niece's tremblings.

Janice leaned down and flicked her tongue once over each nipple, eliciting a moan from the girl. Then, she blew on the tender little buds and watched them stiffen even more. "Magnificent!" she thought.

Her finger would alternate between sliding deep into the wet velvety folds of Charity's sex and strumming the sensitive clitoris. Sometimes, the finger would plunge in quickly while, at other times, it would move deeply in an agonizingly slow way. When it toyed with the vulnerable clitoris, it would sometimes flick back and forth over the fleshy nubbin and sometimes would move in a circular motion. All of these motions seemed equally acceptable to the subject of the ministrations and, soon, Charity was arching her hips upward to meet the motions of the finger.

Janice sucked Charity's left nipple into her mouth and then continued to suck, drawing more and more breast flesh into her mouth. She used her tongue to flutter over the captive nipple and then closed her teeth around the breast meat, letting them scrape lightly along the flesh as it was allowed to slice from her mouth. Janice repeated this action on the right breast as her finger continued its work down below.

Charity was constantly moaning at this point and her belly was quivering, signaling that she was close to climax. Janice stepped up her assault, using two fingers to plunge into her niece's wetness and focused her tongue and teeth on just the nipples. Finally, Charity's entire body tensed as she let out a long, low groan. Janice bit down harder on the nipple and continued to toy with the clit, prolonging the orgasm and giving Charity the most intense climax of her life.

Janice finally stopped the movement of her fingers and simply cupped the steamy sex for a moment. Then, she repositioned herself so that she was lying alongside Charity, holding her, and comforting her. She kissed Charity on the lips and held her lips there for a long moment.

"Beautiful, pet," she murmured as her future slavegirl simply whimpered and tried to recover from the intense sexual experience.