What is my role? (Freyja X Astra)

Chapter 04 - Astra learns her role in life.

Astra tried really hard to keep her eyes open but she just could not. Both her mind and body needed rest to be able to process everything that had happened ever since she had woken up that day. So she pulled her head to the pillow, turned around and without saying a word, closed her eyes. Within seconds she was asleep.

Freyja sat where she was on the carpet. Reeling in, taking in everything that had happened since morning - the decisions she had taken for both of them, the closure she had but her family wouldn’t get. Now she had to wait. Either Astra’s family will be back first and they will have to face everything again or they will be called for Aesirven first. She raised her head to look at her new pet, tired and sleeping, her cum leaking from cunt still, all over her thighs. Her pet was a squirter and it apparently did not take much to make her cum. Freyja decided whatever had to be done will be done when the time comes. For the time being, she did not want to spend a single second away from Astra.

Freyja got into bed behind Astra, all naked as the day she was born and tired herself, and covered both of them using the duvet. Her left leg went between Astra’s, her knees grinding her pet’s cunt. Her left hand snaked from behind to land on her right nipple as she toyed with it. Her right hand went under Astra’s head only to end up on her left nipple. Astra was wrapped in Freyja, being played with even as she slept.

Freyja wanted to sleep but she could not control her urge to stop touching her pet. She kept on biting, licking and sucking all of Astra’s left shoulder and neck. Astra was so deep in sleep that she had no idea her body had started grinding itself on Freyja’s knees even in her sleep. Finding that hard spot her lower body kept on gyrating. Nipples forgotten, Astra’s hand snaked down to her cunt where she left feather light touches to her clit. It only made a sleepy Astra grind harder. The moment Freyja felt she was close, she plunged her two fingers in Astra’s cunt again and made her cum.

Freyja was yet to find her release but having made Astra cum twice already, she was content. She fell asleep and that is how Astra woke up 3 hours later, entwined in Freyja, with her two fingers deep in her cunt, keeping it moist. Even the slightest movement made her feel like trying to find a release again. They were glorious. No man other than Freyja’s grandfather had ever touched her. Everyone called him Pippa. It was not uncommon or a crime for Pippa or any man to touch the females around them, no matter their age. Pippa had started grooming Astra ever since she turned 7 so that she could adjust easily in their society which favored men. He had deflowered her at 11, taught her to be subservient to men, to be always prepared to be a cumdump, a fuck sleeve, a hole for any man around her at a moment’s notice. Not that it was any use since everyone knew Pippa favoured Astra and hence, never touched her. Even after Pippa lost interest in her, 2 years after popping her cherry.

Astra slowly removed herself from Freyja’s confines who was still very much asleep. She left the bed, freshened up, fixed her clothes and went to the kitchen. The moment she entered the kitchen, the entire day played in front of her eyes like a movie. She went to the chopping board she had left there in the morning all the while having a monologue with herself mentally.

“Why? Why would I agree to something like this? I let her manhandle me, hit me, touch me and…… Albeit those were the best orgasms of my life. Even Pippa could never make me cum like that, let alone squirt. Did I squirt because I was enjoying it? All that manhandling, that roughness. The control taken away from my hand. Not having to think, to decide anything for myself. Someone else calling the shots for me while I can just be. And her fingers…,” she squirmed where she stood, thighs pressing together trying to create some friction, some relief.

“Her fingers felt so amazing, on my nipples, between my legs. And she slept off like that. JUST LIKE THAT, OH MY GOD. Her fingers were stuffed in my pussy as she slept. No one has ever made me feel that loved, cherished and especially that seen. So it this it for me? This is what I am going to be - the very thing I had decided to never be. I will be subservient now. She called me pet and she treated me like one - equal parts rough and equal parts caring. She is my master now. I will do as she says, I will be her slave. Slave to her eyes, her words, her touch.”

By the time she prepared herself, her food was ready. She set up everything together in a tray and went to her room. Their room now until things changed. She entered the room only to find Freyja - awake, half - sitting, half - lying, supported by the bedrest, duvet covering her to her stomach, breasts our there with nipples pebbling from the cool air, hair in a bun and staring at her intently. Astra could not figure out if she was pleased or angry. Freyja spoke strongly.

“Leave the tray, turn around and bend pet.”

Freyja was worried that the rush from the morning might have ashed off and she would have to face the old Astra again. Instead, Astra did what she asked, following her instructions. She turned around, spread her legs and bent. As an added touch, she held her ass and pulled the cheeks apart, giving Freyja a clear view of her nude yet visibly saoking cunt. If Freyja was surprised by this additional effort by Astra, she did not say a word.

“Is your cunt drenched pet? Were you craving something?”

“Yes mistress,” Astra said slowly. Very slowly.

Freyja drew in a sharp breath. Had she heard correctly? Did Astra just called her mistress? Had she accepted her place in life as her servant, her slave?

“What did you just say?” Freyja asked slowly.

“Yes mistress,” Astra repeated. “My cunt is drenched. I was craving your touch.”

That was all Freyja needed. That submission from Astra. She smiled dangerously.

Now their life begins.