Fun(?) at the Poolside

"Alright," Azami said as she got up and walked towards the kitchen. "I'll be right back."

The blue haired girl removed her jacket and put it on the hanger before she disappeared into the kitchen. Minutes later Azami returned with a tray and a couple of glasses on top of it. She put the one filled with water on the table across the sofa, followed by a bottle of red wine and two glasses. Azami sat down on the sofa and crossed her legs, looking at Sora with a smile as she patted the girl's head gently.

"Open the bottle and pour for us, my servant~" she ordered.

Sora would wait patiently as Azami went to the kitchen, taking the opportunity to look around the apartment. It was a nice place, certainly not cheap, but just not as fancy as she expected. It was certainly much more toned down than Azami herself was. As Azami placed the glass of water on the table, Sora would drain it almost instantly, before putting the empty glass back onto the table. The swim, mini-match and walk had been a bit more of a work out than she had expected.

“Urg...” Sora would let out as she was asked to serve, “yes Azami-sama...gahh, I hate doing this...” sheâ€d mutter as she picked up the bottle of red wine. Pulling at the cork, it would finally pop, causing Sora to yelp although fortunately she managed to keep a hold of the bottle.

“Alright, there!” she would say as she poured both of them a glass, before taking a hold of her own and holding it up.

Azami giggled at Sora's clear display of discomfort as she was forced to serve her. The blue haired girl felt satisfaction out of this as her mean side enjoyed this situation a lot. She took her glass and brought her face close to her servant, a mischievous smile appeared on her face.

"To commemorate our temporary relationship as a mistress and servant..." she declared before bumping her glass against Sora's own for a little toast.

Azami drank the wine and let out a pleased sigh. It's been a while since she had someone to accompany her drinking. Now not only she found someone to spend some time together, that very person happened to be her servant too! It's quite the perfect scenario, she could say. After she emptied about half of her glass, Azami put it down on the table and tapped her chin as she's thinking of what she should give to Sora as the girl's reward.

"Hmm... It should be fun~" she muttered, glancing at Sora with a smile on her face. "Spread your legs," she commanded.

When the girl did as she's told to, Azami would slowly rub her foot against Sora's thigh, slowly moving her way to her servant's crotch. Once she found her destination, the blue haired girl would start rubbing her sole against Sora's sex teasingly.

"You seem to enjoy this earler... So here's your reward..." Azami stuck her tongue at Sora. "But remember~ You can only cum with my permission. Is that clear, my servant?"

Handing the glass over to Azami, Sora would let out a slight gasp as the Moon Princess moved incredibly close to her face. Sora had been expecting her to plant her lips against her again, but the blue haired girl had paused right before doing so, almost in a little taunt of power.

“Temporary...” Sora would repeat and emphasise as she bumped her glass against Azamiâ€s. She couldnâ€t deny that the situation did excite her as much as it made her uncomfortable, but the thought of being inferior to Azami long term was more infuriating. This little arrangement though she could pass off as...something else.

Bringing the wine glass to her lips, she tasted the sweetness of the wine as it tipped onto her tongue. Just from the taste she could tell it was an expensive wine; much more special than the usual cheap stuff Sora had become used to drinking while studying to be a wrestler. Her drinks of choice back then had been limited to the few things she could afford. She savoured the taste as she swallowed.

She wanted to drink the entire glass in one sitting, but seeing Azami return her glass to the table, she figured itâ€d seem a bit rude to do so. Placing it there, she looked up to see the mischievous grin covering Azamiâ€s face.
“Y...yes....hime-sama” Sora would let out as her feet apart, knowing at least where Azami was going to be toying with her. Suddenly, she felt the womanâ€s foot against her upper thigh once more, slowly dragging its way upwards. Sora could only look down and watch as her master for the night dragged her foot, agonizingly slowly up, to her most private of places, rubbing her toes and then her sole over it. “Ohhh.....” Sora would groan out as pleasure flowed through her from Azamiâ€s touch, her knees feeling weak as her head softly tilted upwards and her eyes closed, savouring the feeling. She wouldnâ€t see Azamiâ€s tongue mocking her, but the blue haired girlâ€s words came through clear as the hypnotic movements of her foot, back and forth, made Sora slowly rock back and forth in rhythm with her new masterâ€s movements.

As the command came through, Sora would gasp out “Yes....Azami-sama”, her voice raspy as she seemed lost in her own little world, created by Azamiâ€s foot.

Azami enjoyed Sora's reaction from just a simple foot tease very much. She used her toes to lightly tickle the girl's sex before adding more pace to her rubbing. It'd be interesting to see how much longer it'd be until her servant for tonight would ask for her permission to cum. Until that time, Azami would just alter her pace between slow and medium, wanting to tease Sora to the fullest.

"Good girl..." she mused before her other foot began to trail on the girl's belly.

Up went Azami's foot to Sora's chest, giving the girl's perky breasts a few teasing rub before it moved upwards, in front of the girl's face. Her big toe would tap Sora's nose teasingly while she giggled before she would place her toes on her servant's lips.

"Hmm... Why don't you keep rocking yourself against my foot like that, Sora-chan..." she teased while slowing down her rubbing foot.. "Show me how much you want to cum just from my feet... Ohohoh~"

Feeling Azamiâ€s toes and the rest of her foot pressing up against her sex, rubbing back and forth with varying pace continued to excite Sora more and more. As the pace picked up, Sora felt herself losing her breath, unable to contain her gasps as she became more and more aroused. Her knees trembled, shaking until finally she couldnâ€t contain it anymore and with an audible moan, dropped onto her knees, physically unable to keep herself upright on her feet through Azamiâ€s teasing.

Feeling Azami graze her foot up her stomach and over her breasts, Sora would let out another gasp as she felt her breast being rubbed. Azamiâ€s foot traced its way all the way up to her face, causing Sora to open her eyes and look at the sight before her. Azami, with her feet stretch over Sora, exposing her crotch, grinning and giggling mischievously. “Mmmfff...” Sora would let out against the girlâ€s foot, refusing to outright kiss it and worship her. She refused to break so easily...but Azamiâ€s expert teasing made it so, so hard. Hearing Azamiâ€s words, Sora couldnâ€t help but let out another moan as she felt herself becoming wet below, her arousal rising at an ever increasing pace.

"Oh, you're trying to resist?" Azami said in a mocking tone. "Do you prefer to be punished than rewarded, Sora-chan...?" she said in a calm manner, giggling. "I certainly won't have any problem with that..."

Azami used her foot to caress the girl's cheek and face now while her other foot barely rubbing her servant's sex now. She wanted Sora to fuck her foot, to show her that Azami was the mistress in this situation, the one with power. Her toes, meanwhile, would occasionally tap themselves on the outline of Sora's womanhood as she waited for the girl to comply.

"Which one will it be, hmm?" she asked, while tapping her foot on her servant's cheek lightly.

“Mffff....” Sora would let out in frustration as Azami begun slowing down her rubbing, deliberately trying to draw the desire out of Sora. Her bottom lip trembled as Azami changed from rubbing to tapping, as if waiting on an disrespectful child, the tapping against Soraâ€s face mocking her and her resistance.

“Rewards....A...Azami....sama” Sora would finally let up, unable bring herself to resist against her own arousal. Slowly, she would begin rocking herself back and forth, her hips slowly moving, pressing against Azamiâ€s foot in humble submission to her master for the evening. Soraâ€s will hadnâ€t been completely broken, but it had been overwhelmed for her sexual thirst for Azami which, for now, dominated every aspect of her.

"Hmmph~ That's more like it," Azami mused as Sora eventually gave in to the pleasure and began to hump herself against her foot.

She lower her other foot and placed it on the floor while starting to rub against the girl's sex again. Azami was loving every minute of this, her servant being unable to resist her, humping herself for a desperate relief... on her foot! She smiled mischievously and withdrew her foot from Sora's womanhood before getting up from the sofa.

"We should move to my room before you make a mess here~" she chided, picking her glass of wine.

Azami quickly drank the rest of her drink and put the glass back on the table, before she ruffled Sora's hair teasingly. She would then start walking towards her bedroom, signaling her servant to follow her with fingers gesture.

Moving her hips in rhythm with Azamiâ€s foot, Sora lost herself in the pleased feeling. She continued this movement, back and forth, back and forth, at a steady pace, simply searching for pleasure than an outright release. Azami withdrawing her foot came as an unwelcome shock to the raven haired girl, who looked up in wonder. She gasped upon hearing her chiding words, doing more to break her spirit and pride than any action could. The way she talked down to her, not as an equal, but as a child that might make a mess. It struck Sora right to her core, and stunned her, eyes wide at the blue haired beauty, full of grace as she finished her glass of wine and strolled past. Feeling her rubbing her hands through her hair, petting her, caused Sora to moan aloud.

Everything felt weird. She hated the feeling of being such an underling but right now, she was so excited...she had no desire of expressing these feelings of shame, just a feeling of being shackled to the desire for more of Azamiâ€s pleasure. Seeing Azamiâ€s finger beckoning her in a motion, Sora had half a thought of resisting and trying to reclaim her pride, and force Azami to view her as an equal rather than her child or pet. She quickly repressed this, slowly getting to her feet, completely forgetting about the half drunk glass of wine sitting on the table. As she stood up, her body shook with both being naked and the desire and need that was coursing through her entire being. She needed Azami more than anything. She tried to hide the desire and walk slowly to Azami, but through her love-drunk state, she could tell in Azami's eyes and her wolf-like grin that she could tell how totally she had her under her princess power.