Lisa and Savanah Pt. 01

Something before you read: my native language is Russian, this story is written by me in Russian and translated by google translate and edited by me. something might be lost in translation, so please don't judge to harsh.

Lisa woke up at 10 am. She stretched out on her bed and turned away from the window, from which the bright sunlight was pouring. "Damn, I didn't draw the curtains yesterday," she thought, "what time did I get back from the club last night? After two in the morning, that's for sure." She looked at the clock on the nightstand next to her bed. "Only 10, it's strange that I got up so early." The doorbell trilled from below. "Who is that?" Lisa thought, slowly getting out of bed and pulling on a pink silk robe. As she walked down the wide stairs, the bell that had woken her rang several more times. Lisa approached the door already very irritated, she abruptly threw the door open and stared at the dark-skinned woman standing on the threshold.

"Well, why do you have to ring like that so early in the morning?" Lisa began without saying hello.

"Good morning, I'm from a cleaning company," the woman answered with an unnatural smile, "my name is Savanah.

Only then did Lisa notice a bucket with some rags and bottles of multi-colored liquids standing at the woman's feet. "Oh, yes, today is Wednesday and the cleaning lady should be here." She looked at the woman more closely, she was a tall black woman with large breasts and wide hips, with a surprisingly narrow waist and hair below her shoulders, currently pulled back into a ponytail.

"Where is Maria?" Lisa asked, having difficulty remembering the name of the Mexican cleaning lady who cleaned her house once a week.

"She's sick and I'm covering for her," Savanah answered with the same artificial smile.

"Okay, come in," Lisa stepped aside, letting the cleaning lady in, "start cleaning downstairs, and I'll be upstairs."

Without saying anything else, she began to climb the steps, "it's right time to take a shower, and then I can have some champagne and a snack," she thought as she walked.

Savanah followed Lisa with a dark look and started cleaning. Cleaning was not her main job, Savanah earned her living through prostitution, let's be honest. No, she didn't work on the streets, but she still slept with men for money. She was a beautiful, exotic and skilled woman in sex and sold herself to rich men who wanted something unusual. Working for a prestigious cleaning company was just a way for her to find people willing to pay Savanah well for the opportunity to use her body. This house was clearly unpromising for her in this sense, there was no one to seduce here. She knew that a lonely, impudent and spoiled bitch lived here, Maria had repeatedly told her about Lisa's rudeness towards her. But she still had to clean well, Savanah did not want to be fired. She dreamed, of course, of meeting a rich sugar daddy who would support her, paying for all her whims, however, the sugar daddy in a white Mercedes still did not appear, and therefore she would have to clean this luxurious house and smile at the spoiled rich bitch. Savannah slowly moved from room to room, the kitchen and living room were already cleaned, the office was next, the sounds of water had been heard from above for quite a long time.

At first, cleaning the office went as usual, Savannah wiped the dust and shifted documents. Having picked up one of the documents near an open safe, Savannah wiped the dust under it and went to clean further, but returned and looked at the document more closely. There was something familiar about it. Savannah wrinkled her forehead, confused, trying to remember why this clearly financial and previously unseen document seemed familiar to her. A few days ago she was cleaning the house of some high-ranking government official, and he, spreading his feathers in front of her, told her that he was investigating some important cases at work, showed her documents that testified to tax evasion, and shoved a similar document under her nose, saying that someone was transferring money to offshore accounts and that because this document fell into his hands, this bad guy would go to jail for a long time. Savanah read the document more carefully. It seemed that she remembered something from the government idiot's stories, it seemed that here, too, someone was transferring money where it was not allowed. And whose signature was there at the end? "ELisabeth Anderson." Savanah raised her head and looked up with a smile, where the sound of water was coming from. Savanah took out her phone and began photographing the pages of the document. This document is not a "daddy" on a white Mercedes, but perhaps it could even be something more...

Lisa got out of the shower. She dried herself with a towel and twirled in front of the mirror. A short, fragile blonde with small breasts and a clean-shaven pubis. Beautiful, slender, young, and even rich. Life is wonderful! Lisa put on panties, a top, and threw on a silk robe. She walked downstairs with a leisurely, lazy gait; she was hungry.

When Lisa went down to the first floor, she heard a familiar sound from the living room: the pop of a bottle of champagne being opened. "What the hell is that!?" Lisa headed for the living room. Entering the room, she saw the cleaning lady comfortably seated in a soft armchair. On the table next to her stood an open bottle of "Crystal" that had been in Lisa's refrigerator just yesterday. Savanah was drinking expensive wine from a narrow glass and brazenly looking at the mistress of the house who had entered.

"What the hell is that?" - Lisa screamed furiously. - "What are you doing? Do you even know how much this bottle costs?"

"No need to scream" - Savanah answered in an absolutely calm tone - "we need to have a very serious talk. Someone behaved very badly..."

"What are you talking about?" - Savanah's calm, confident voice discouraged Lisa.

Savanah took a sip of champagne, put the glass on the table and took from it the document she had found in the office.

"Let's talk about this", - she turned the document to Lisa, - "someone doesn't want to pay taxes, you can be severely punished"

Lisa broke out in a cold sweat, she signed these papers a year ago, and her accountant told her not to tell anyone about it, he said that this way she would get more money. Lisa's parents left her a large fortune, she herself did nothing, the company registered to her dealt with finances or loans, she herself did not know for sure. Sometimes she met with a manager or an accountant when she had to sign something. She simply had a tidy sum of money coming into her bank account every month. Even with her luxurious lifestyle, she could not spend it, the balance in the account was growing larger and larger, and there were also other accounts that she did not touch at all. A year ago, an accountant came to her and said that if he signed this document, there would be more money, but this had some drawbacks. Lisa was in a hurry then, she had to meet a friend in a cafe and she had no time to go into details. More money means better, she decided then and signed. The accountant insisted that she put these papers away and not show them to anyone. Lisa did so, hid them in the safe, but yesterday she was looking for some other paper and had to rummage through the safe from top to bottom, apparently she forgot to lock it. Lisa looked at Savanah in horror.

"Someone does not want to pay taxes", - repeated Savanah, - "and if I tell my friend about this, you will be heavily fined and sent to prison, and I will probably get a reward."

"I can pay", - Lisa caught what she thought was the hand thrown to her, - "how much do you want? Will five thousand be enough?"

"Even the fine will be much more", - grinned Savanah, - "and add the trial, lawyers, prison."

"Okay," Lisa gave in, "fifty thousand!"

"It's better already", - the black woman thought, -" although you know, it's not even about the money. It's about justice. Some people work from morning till night, and you do nothing and even break the law. I think prison is the place for you."

"No, please", - Lisa begged, - "I'll fix everything, I'll pay taxes and I'll pay you. Don't tell anyone about this, I don't want to go to prison."

Savanah took the glass from the table and took a sip.

"How do people drink such sour stuff?" - she looked at Lisa.

Savanah felt an indescribable pleasure. At first, she really wanted to shake a decent amount out of the little scum, and fifty thousand was already more than she had hoped for. But the sight of the frightened, apologetic blonde responded with something inside her, some kind of sexual excitement. Savanah felt the area between her legs getting wet, a wet spot was starting to spread on her panties. Maybe there was something more to be gained from the situation?

"You know, it's good that you repent", - Savanah said thoughtfully, - "I'll give you a choice of two options. Option one: I call my friend and give him the document. I get a reward, you get a fine and go to jail. Justice is restored, I'm happy with the money and a clear conscience."

"And what's the second option?" - Lisa asked resignedly.

"And the second option," Savanah continued, - "I move into this house, live at your expense, say for a year, and you", - she paused significantly, - "you become my slave for the same year."

"In what sense a slave?" - Lisa was taken aback

"Literally, you will do everything I order, you will be my thing", - Savanah answered in a calm voice

"No way, prison is better", - Lisa's eyes flashed with hatred, - "I'm not a thing!"

"Do you think it will be better in prison?" - Savanah smiled, - "do you expect a spacious cell with a soft bed and a cheerful girlfriend with whom you will chat about fashion all day long? Normal people hate people like you and will put you in a cell with some frostbitten woman, and you will lick her ass after she takes a shit, because your tongue is softer than toilet paper, and every evening you will lick her stinking cunt, and she will stick her fist in your cunt for fun. And then she will rent you out to others for a couple of cigarettes. Do you want to go to prison for ten years?"

"I don't want to", - Lisa said quietly, - "but maybe I should pay you money anyway?"

"And what will I do with it?" - asked Savanah, - "how will I use it? Or should I indicate "payoff from a criminal" in my tax return? No! There are only two options. Choose!"

"Can I think about it?" - Lisa babbled resignedly

"Of course you can, you have five minutes", - Savanah grinned, - "And in the meantime I'll look for the right phone number", - she picked up her mobile phone, - "by the way, keep in mind that if you become my slave, you will lick my pussy and ass regularly, I'm not inviting you to a fairy tale. But it will not be behind bars, but in this house, and not ten years, but only one year."

Lisa stood in front of the black cleaning lady and almost cried, she felt cornered. She understood that if this woman really had someone to call, then all the prospects described to her were quite possible, which meant she couldn't let her make a call. She needed a little more time, she needed to talk to the accountant and the lawyer. She had to agree, even if she had to serve this black woman for a few days, but she would find a way to contact the right people and find a way out. But she didn't like the words about pussy and ass. Lisa had lesbian experience, albeit small, who didn't experiment in college? And even ropes and handcuffs were present in the experiments several times. But licking a black pussy and ass? No problem, at least they'll last a couple of days. Savanah, meanwhile, pretended to look for a number on the phone, and watched the blonde: despair, fear, hope, disgust, hope again, determination. All these feelings were easily read on the young face of the still mistress of this house. Apparently she hopes to outsmart Savanah. Savanah smiled to herself. Everything will not be so simple, girl.

"Okay, I agree to become a slave", - Lisa said quietly.

"Okay, then ask", - Savanah smiled

"Ask what?" - Lisa didn't understand

"Ask me to be your Mistress", - Savanah turned on the camera on her phone and got ready to film

"Be my Mistress", - Lisa squeezed out of herself

"No, no, no", - Savanah stopped her, - "first take off your clothes, a slave must be naked, kneel down, and then ask, and beg, and so that I believe it." - Savanah turned on the recording.

Lisa looked with hatred at the woman sitting in her chair. It's okay, it's only a few days, she said to herself and began to undress. The robe, top, and then panties fell to the floor. Lisa knelt down.

"Please, be my Mistress", - Lisa tried to portray pleading eyes like a cat in a cartoon, - "I want to be your slave, please let me be your thing ..."

"Better already", - Savanah said approvingly, - "do you really want this? Keep in mind, this is the last time I ask your opinion, if you answer "yes", I will give orders, and for failure to follow orders - punish."

"Yes, I am sure", - answered Lisa, looking into the eyes of her Mistress for several days.

Savanah's panties could already be wrung out, she was getting great pleasure from watching how this rich bitch breaks and humiliates herself, but she wanted more.

"Okay", - she said slowly, - "but before I agree to accept you as a slave, you must prove that you are worthy of this."

Savanah rose up in the chair, ran her hands under her skirt and quickly pulled off her wet panties. The panties flew on the floor, and Savanah sank back down and spread her legs wide. Lisa, kneeling, watched with wide-open eyes as strong black legs spread apart in front of her and a pussy of the same color with a triangle of hard curly hair above it appeared between them.

"What are you staring at?" - the voice of the Mistress was heard, - "come on, prove it! Or should I call after all?"

At this, Savanah, with the fingers of her left hand with nails painted a defiant red color, spread her labia. Lisa doomedly began to approach the bright pink pussy, flowing with juices. It looks like she'll have to endure a lot these few days until she can contact her lawyer. Approaching the pussy a few centimeters, Lisa felt an unpleasant sour smell, it seemed to be a mixture of sweat and female secretions..., and then a strong hand lay on the back of her head and forcefully pressed her face into the pink wet flesh.

"Lick, bitch", - a voice came from above, and the hand grabbed Lisa by the hair and began to rub her face on the black woman's pussy. Up and down the crotch, - "Lick, bitch, or it will be worse!"

Lisa was confused and scared, Savanah was clearly stronger and there was no way to resist, she stuck out her tongue and began to lick the black woman's pussy, the grip on the back of her head weakened. Lisa finally managed to sigh, her nose was full of pussy juices, her mouth also quickly filled with an unpleasant taste. Savanah was flowing very abundantly, Lisa had to constantly swallow what got into her mouth, her face was also wet. The hand lay on the back of her head for some time and then disappeared. Lisa decided to open her eyes and looked up, she saw a hand with red nails holding a phone pointed at her, Savanah was filming a video. Lisa closed her eyes and concentrated on the pussy, her tongue had long been completely inside the pink flesh, and rubbed itself against the clitoris. She felt the black woman's legs tense, the hand that returned to the back of her head pressed her face hard into the pussy, and her legs squeezed her head from the sides, a literal stream of juices gushed into her mouth, and a drawn-out moan came from above. The juices poured into Lisa's mouth in spurts, the trembling in Savanah's body gradually subsided. Lisa swallowed everything that was in her mouth in a few gulps. Her legs loosened and she fell to the floor, catching her breath. Savanah was also coming to her senses after a violent orgasm. It was definitely the best orgasm in her life. Although the petite blonde's caresses were clearly inept, Savanah realized that the reason for everything was the feeling of superiority, from which she had already become insanely excited even before she had pressed the slave's face between her legs. She really wanted to repeat everything, Lisa was sitting on the floor in front of her with disheveled hair, a wet face and a touchingly dazed look.

"Did you choke there?" - Savanah asked mockingly, - "I don't see a puddle on the floor... Did you drink it all?"

Lisa nodded slowly.

"Well, you're a real slut", - the Mistress mocked enthusiastically, - "you don't have much experience, but you'll make up for it quickly. That's it, don't cry, I accept you as a slave. Now you're mine for a whole year." - "Or maybe longer," Savanah added mentally.

Savanah stretched in her chair like a cat, then picked up a glass of champagne and drank it to the bottom.

"Well, what are you sitting there for, slave?" - Savanah got up from her chair, - "give me your phone and bank card, you won't need them next year."

"Is this necessary?" - Lisa began

Bach! Lisa received a noticeable slap on the cheek. Then she was grabbed by the hair and her head was thrown back.

"Remember, bitch", - Savanah looked Lisa in the eyes, - "I am your Mistress and Goddess, no objections, no discussions, I say - you do it! Phone, card! - Savanah raised her hand for another slap."

"Yes, yes, now, they are here, in the robe," - Lisa began to chatter. Still looking into Savanah's eyes, she felt the robe and took out a cell phone from her pocket, in the pocket of the cover of which lay a card from a bank account.

"PIN number?" - asked Savanah, taking the phone from Lisa's trembling hands. Lisa gave it.

"Password on the computer in the office?" - Savanah continued interrogating, - "where are the other tablets, laptops?"

"There is no password," - Lisa quickly answered, - "the laptop and tablet are in the bedroom."

"Okay, we'll deal with this later," - Savanah headed for the exit, - "sit here and don't move, I'll be right back."

She left the living room, walked across the hall to the kitchen and opened the door to the pantry. It seemed she saw something useful here. Ah, that's what she needed, Savanah took a ball of strong rope and a roll of duct tape from the shelf, and then returned to the living room. The blonde was still sitting on the carpet in front of the chair, tear tracks were visible on her cheeks.

"Well, I need to leave, go home for things, and stop by a couple of other places," - Savanah approached Lisa, - "you look so tired," - she ran her hand through Lisa's hair, - "let's go upstairs, I'll put you to bed, get some sleep."

"Thank you," - Lisa tried to get up, but the fingers on her head instantly squeezed her hair and returned her to the floor.

"I didn't say to get up off your knees, you will crawl like this," - Savanah said softly, - "and take my panties with you, but you will carry them upstairs in your teeth. Understood?"

Lisa silently lowered her head and carefully took Savanah's panties by the very edge with her teeth. Savanah immediately tugged her by the hair and dragged her up the stairs and into the bedroom. Entering the room with a smile, Savannah looked around the furnishings, the huge bed, the giant mirror on the wall, looked into the spacious dressing room, looked around the bathroom with a shower stall and a hydromassage bath the size of a small pool. Lisa obediently waited for her on the floor next to the bed. Savanah jerked the blanket off the bed.

"Get in and lie down in the middle, arms and legs apart," - Lisa obeyed, her cheek still burning.

She left her panties on the floor and climbed onto the bed. Savanah deftly tied the rope to her wrists and ankles. The knots weren't too tight, there was clearly no way to get out of them. Unlike Lisa, Savanah had a decent amount of BDSM experience, though mostly on the other side. Having tied the girl's limbs, Savanah passed the ropes through the corners of the bedposts, and then, resting her foot on the bed, pulled hard - Lisa was instantly stretched to the sides, Savanah tied the ropes in a knot in a taut state, now Lisa could only twitch slightly.

"You swallowed everything I came in your mouth", - Savanah began, sitting down next to her on the bed, - "I really hope that it was tasty for you, since this will be your daily delicacy. Tell me, did you like it?"

"Lisa silently shook her head," - the taste in her mouth was terrible, and her face was all in dried black juices.

"Well then, I'll help you get used to it", - Savanah smiled, she picked up her panties from the floor, rolled them into a ball, then spread her legs and wiped her wet pussy again, although there was already a huge wet spot on her panties, -" say Aaaaa", - Savanah squeezed Lisa's jaws, forcing her to open her mouth, and when she succeeded, she pushed her panties in there. Then she took some duct tape and securely sealed Lisa's mouth.

Savanah silently got out of bed, took the blanket and made the bed, completely covering the small blonde.

"Get used to the taste of your new favorite dessert," - Savanah said cheerfully. And then she added in a serious voice, - "try to sleep, then you might not have time for it."

The bedroom door slammed, and Lisa was left in silence and darkness, the only thing she could feel, besides the weight of the pulled blanket, was the smell of black cunt on her face and the taste of it in her mouth. Tears rolled from Lisa's eyes again, and then she suddenly fell asleep.