Free Slaves of Elysium by W. S. Antony

You thought it was very amusing, for a while.’
    Rebecca blinked at Jeni’s calm summary of the outrageous incident. ‘And you did all that because I told you to?’
    â€˜Yes, miss.’
    â€˜Why? What the hell are you?’
    â€˜Probably a masochist, as you said. Maybe what they call a submissive as well, though I’m not sure what the difference is, exactly. I know I get excited at being ordered about by people in power, by being dominated. Though that was the first time it ever went so far.’
    Jeni felt a strange thrill at hearing her own words. She had gone beyond the need for lies or denial and found a new freedom in talking so openly, even with somebody as unsympathetic as Rebecca. After what she had been through perhaps she could be herself now. But she would not reveal what she and Ash had done. That was between them alone.
    â€˜I suppose you had some sort of ghastly deprived childhood that made you like that,’ Rebecca said. She didn’t sound concerned, just curious. She wanted to equate Jeni’s behaviour with a simple explanation that accorded with her view of society.
    â€˜Oh no,’ Jeni said. ‘I was orphaned when young, but I hardly remember my parents, and almost everybody I’ve ever met has been very kind to me. But as I got older I knew there was something missing, though I couldn’t tell what. It took me some time to discover I liked being ordered about, being treated thoughtlessly.
    â€˜That’s why I came to work for you. It was exciting to find somebody so mean and bossy, who was never satisfied.’
    Her last frank words brought a flush of anger to Rebecca’s cheeks. ‘What are you calling me?’ she said indignantly.
    â€˜It’s the truth, miss. You can’t help what you are any more than I can what I—’
    Rebecca’s slap caught Jeni full on the cheek. Jeni reeled back slightly, touching the red blaze on her flesh, then straightened up, gazing expectantly at her assailant.
    Rebecca blinked at her in disbelief. ‘Oh, god! You really like that sort of thing, don’t you?’
    â€˜Yes, miss.’
    Rebecca seemed at a loss, not knowing how to deal with Jeni’s complete openness, but gradually fascination overcame her resentment. ‘Do you like all kinds of pain?’ she asked.
    â€˜I don’t like stubbing my toe or cutting myself, miss. But when you spanked me with that magazine, knowing it was for no good reason; that was exciting. It’s better when it’s associated with sex, of course.’
    â€˜Why didn’t you find some sort of sadist to serve? I thought that was what your sort did. Then you’d both be happy.’
    â€˜I wouldn’t know how to look for sadists, miss. And I know people like that might be dangerous. I’m not stupid and I don’t want to risk really being hurt. I just want to find the right person for me.’
    â€˜Somebody to be your master, I suppose,’ Rebecca said. ‘And you can be their sex slave.’
    Jeni shrugged. ‘That might be how it works out, miss. I won’t know until it happens.’
    â€˜Meanwhile, you’ve been using me to get your perverted little thrills.’
    â€˜And to earn a living, miss,’ Jeni said with disarming frankness. ‘You do pay well.’
    Rebecca stared at her in silence for some moments, then pushed her bare feet towards her. ‘Kiss my feet,’ she commanded, and obediently Jeni bent over and kissed the smooth skin of her insteps.
    Rebecca smiled. She dug her toes into Jeni’s hair, rolling her head between her feet as idly as one might play with a ball. Then she pushed the toes of her other foot into Jeni’s mouth. Jeni began sucking and licking each one with meticulous care.
    â€˜You really are a servile little slut, aren’t you?’ Rebecca mused.
    Jeni trembled helplessly.
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    They passed an uneventful if not particularly comfortable