It wasn't as if Mimi was prepared for the life that happened to her. All she had done, after all, was applied for a job, a teller's position at the Glitch Bank. It seemed innocent enough.
But Mimi York just didn't know.
She didn't know, until it happened to her, what went along with being an employee of any Glitch enterprise.
Abner Glitch had a manor house at which he stored female slaves and female mistresses. They performed in the ways he wished them to-the mistresses, of course, taking charge of the employee-slaves and torturing them endlessly.
But then, there was Master Ken, too. He, perhaps, was the worst of the lot, as Mimi discovered. He was the one who, after the women had undergone lesbian sexual degradations, would take each slave and perform even greater tortures upon her.
He was the one who hurt Mimi the way no one had ever hurt her.
What was it, she wondered, that made men and women turn to such a life for themselves?
What was it that made the sadistic and masochistic-present in all of us-become so intense a part of life mat nothing else seems important?
She could not figure it out, and yet she had to live with it. There was no way of escape-she thought-from the Manor House, no way to get away from the brutal beatings and sexual perversions that were present there.
And yet, there was a way of escape...
It was not the usual way one might imagine, though. Mimi was too clever for that, and so she devised another way. By becoming intensely involved in the life at the Manor House, she rose in the ranks, and thereby escaped. It was clever, true-but it also trapped her for the rest of her life.
CHAPTER ONE
The crack of the whip was fearsome indeed and the very first touch of it on her bare skin sent the girl into a state of panic. She struggled against the ropes that bound her wrists to the chair and kept her near-nude body bent over awkwardly. But her struggles were in vain and she felt as though she was in some kind of nightmare world.
Only it wasn't a nightmare. The blood trickling down her back was terribly real. And for the life of her, she couldn't recall how she had gotten there!
The last thing that Mimi York remembered was applying for a job in San Francisco. Stranded without funds after the theatrical road-show folded, she had gone to an employment agency in hopes of finding some temporary work to tide her over. With no family to fall back on, she had been desperate enough to take practically anything to keep body and soul together-and the possibility of a teller's job at the West Coast branch of the Glitch Bank had sounded like a godsend.
A teller there, had to be pretty, and Mimi York certainly filled that qualification. Her body was remarkably proportioned; her face was truly attractive. Her only flaw was the straight blonde hair that always seemed a bit disheveled no matter how short she kept it trimmed. But even that wasn't a major detraction, since the honey-gold color provided an enhancing frame for her creamy complexion and hazel eyes. Upon applying for the Glitch job, Mimi had been quite confident. Confident enough to breeze through the series of interviews that had led her deeper and deeper into the maze of private inner offices. Not once had she even stopped to wonder why a mere teller's job should require so much interviewing. Nor had she wondered why the fact that she was all alone in the world had seemed to please each successive interviewer so much. No, she had thought pretty much only of landing the job with Glitch Industries and making enough money to replenish her wardrobe and head East again for another crack at show business.
Looking back at it now, she realized how stupid she must have been. What a dumb bunny! Oh shit, she couldn't even remember the last office or the last interview. Just the rag over her face and the funny smell. Chloroform, probably. And now she just didn't know where she was. She had no way of knowing how long she had been doped-up or how far her helpless body had been transported. Were they trying to make a whore out of her? Had she fallen into the hands of gangsters who sold innocent girls into a life of prostitution?
Somehow, she couldn't quite believe that. This guy just didn't look like a gangster. In fact, he was a pretty fucking handsome bastard, and well-built. Then too, the weird leather costume he wore was just too freaky; it simply did not fit Mimi's preconceived notion of what a gangster would wear.
Crack! The whip brought a groan to her lips. "You dirty bastard," she muttered.
"Fine talk," the man said. "Maybe a little more of the whip will shut you up."
"Where the hell am I? Let me out of here!"
"Mimi baby, you're at Stormcrest. And you may as well get used to being here, because you're never going to leave. This is your home now."
"My home? Bullshit!"
She could have bitten her tongue. The man had almost seemed willing to talk, but now he was doing all his talking with that fierce whip. Mimi sobbed and howled and had the feeling that she would eventually bleed to death even if the whip didn't strike some vital organ and kill her right there and then.
In a frenzy of agony, she kicked her legs up behind her, hoping to relieve the pain. And hoping perhaps to kick the bastard's balls with her heel. She still had her shoes on-shoes and hose and garter-belt, that was all-and a jab of a high heel would have certainly given her some satisfaction at least.
But it didn't work. The guy stepped back out of range for a moment. The whip stopped flailing. Mimi craned her neck and looked backward, managing to catch a glimpse of him before he moved up close again. She gasped. He had pushed his leather tights down almost to his knees, baring his middle-and the sight of his big thick cock was awesome. Oh, if she could just land a kick on that big hunk of black meat!
Then, suddenly, she couldn't move her kicking leg. The guy had grabbed it, grabbing the heel of her shoe and holding it firm. The whip began again. She felt the head of his cock touching the lips of her cunt from behind and realized that she was about to be fucked. Dog-fashion. Okay, she was no virgin and couldn't gripe about a little lay-but did the sonofabitch have to keep whipping her?
"Please," she murmured, deliberately keeping her tone abject in hopes of placating him. "Fuck me if you want to, but please don't beat me any more."
"Were you speaking to me?" The cock head had slipped in, but it was still motionless just inside the lips. "If so, you'd better address me properly."
"Huh? But-but I don't even know your name."
"My name is Ken and I am the master here. I am the master of Stormcrest. Now do you have any idea of how you should address me?"
"Ken..."
The whip whistled and struck. "Try again, Mimi. Maybe you'll get it right this time."
"M-Master? Master Ken?"
"Better. Much better ... " And with a sudden thrust, the stiff prick plunged in.
"Oh!"
"If you'd rather be fucked than whipped, just say so. It's up to you. I can do either. Or both."
"Please, Master Ken, Please fuck me. I'd rather be fucked than whipped."
"You don't sound very enthusiastic. All the other slaves at Stormcrest deem it a great honor to have the master's glorious cock in their humble cunts."
Mimi shuddered at the strange words. A slave? Was that what she was supposed to be? But she couldn't stop to think about it now, oh no, the whip was killing her, and even though she hated this guy's guts she still had to admit that his big dick was preferable to that big whip.
"Oh yes, Master, fuck me, fuck me. My humble cunt is pleased and honored by your glorious cock."
The whip strokes tapered off again and Mimi was proud of herself. Proud of her acting ability. She had conned the guy into thinking she went for him. He was fucking smoothly. Now it was time to make sure he kept at it.
"I love your glorious cock, Master Ken. My humble cunt thanks you for the gift."
He grunted. "Phony bitch. What an act! Okay, baby, here's my glorious cock..."
"Huh? What-"
"Right up your ass!"
Mimi screamed. The whip cracked. And she felt as if her buttocks were being torn asunder as the great thick black thing left her cunt and shoved savagely into the taut and sensitive flesh of her ass-hole ... thrusting ... thrusting ... ripping her poor ass apart; and in the midst of her terrible agony she wondered if this was the first step in becoming a slave!
"All right, Joanne, this is far enough. Set my chair up in the shade of the tree."
"Yes, Milady." The heavily burdened slave girl put her equipment down. She set up the folding chair and cushioned it with pillows, then tested it with her hand. "Ready for you, Milady Elinor. I'm sure you'll find it comfortable."
"Kiss it. Bend down there and kiss the place where my ass will rest."
"Gladly, Milady." Joanne kissed the cushion. "And may I have permission to kiss your ass too?"
Elinor smiled. "Later, my dear. If you do your tongue exercises well. Do them on my boots today."
The youngster nodded and immediately dropped to her knees in preparation, sticking her tongue out and then retracting it as she waited for Milady Elinor to settle down and offer her boots to be licked.
Parking herself on the folding chair regally, the mistress crossed her legs and presented them to the slave's lips. Her only apparel was the pair of shiny boots that were already being used as the object of worship for the tongue-stretching exercises. They were long and highly polished, reaching up almost to the middle of her voluptuously contoured thighs. Above the boots, all the way up to the topknot bun of her brown hair, she was cloaked only in the sun-dappled shade of the tree.
The crouching slave was less comfortably attired. Despite the heat of the afternoon, she wore a tightly laced corset that confined her from breasts to thighs and squeezed her waist with constricting force. She wore hose and high-heeled shoes, and all had been thoroughly checked for fit and neatness upon reporting for duty. Regardless of her obvious discomfort, though, Joanne was licking eagerly and stretching her tongue with great diligence. As if she was only too well aware of the whip in her mistress' hand.
Elinor flicked the small whip only idly, using it to brush some flying insect away. She glanced down at the slave with certain approval, smiling at the sight. In spite of the feminine garb, there was a hint of boyishness about Joanne. Her hair was definitely boyish in cut, a very pretty dark brown that clung to her skull in gamin fashion. But it was her slender body that gave that impression most, even though her breasts were quite big. The rest of her figure was almost "butchy" in appearance.
The big breasts were hardly unusual on the Glitch estate, and Elinor was used to seeing them. Her own and everyone else's-all the tits in Stormcrest were generously proportioned, with the exception of Master Ken's, naturally, and the puny chest of Lord Abner when he came in on one of his holidays. But all the women," both mistresses and slaves, had been selected for the beauty of their bodies-and dear old Abner was quite fond of oversized tits.
In the distance, Elinor could see one of the new girls, the angelic blonde named Undine. Going through some contortions under Barbara's strict tutelage at the edge of the swimming pool, lovely Undine was a breathtaking specimen of femininity. Elinor was sure that she would become very popular around the place. Innocent-and with gorgeous tits. Milord Abner would love her. But then again, old Abner Glitch loved all the girls-and the mistresses too-nn his own peculiar way!
The old fellow was peculiar, all right, but Elinor had an understanding heart; after all, she was pretty damn peculiar herself-and so were the rest of the Stormcrest women. All lesbians. Sadistic lesbians, naturally, since that was how old Abner got his kicks. And as long as he could afford to keep the estate running as a private vacation spot for himself, who could deny him his fun?
Abner Glitch was a voyeur. Sometimes he peeked from a hiding place and sometimes he watched openly, but it was always the same type of scene that gave him pleasure. He liked seeing lesbians in action. And the more wild the action, the more he enjoyed it. A simple sixty-nine was no longer enough for his jaded mind, and now his excitement came from watching one female dominate another. Once in a while he took an active part himself and became a sadistic master like his nephew Ken, but most often dear old Abner was content just to be a peeper. All the mistresses loved him dearly and were glad to oblige with special shows when he came for a relaxing weekend. Abner Glitch was a big tycoon in the world of high finance, but nobody except the insiders knew what went on at Stormcrest.
With ample money at his disposal, Abner had det up Stormcrest as his own private fun-place and had put his nephew Ken Raleigh in charge. The two of them had located and hired the kind of lesbians who would go along with the idea, and then-with some discreet maneuvering-had worked out a system that would bring in unattached young girls for the experienced lesbians to dominate. Now, happily, with the recent arrival of the innocent-looking Undine and the new one called Mimi-also a blonde but scarcely innocent-there was sufficient material around the place to keep all three mistresses busy and to give dear Lord Abner many hours of pleasure.
Elinor glanced down at the crouching bootlicker again and felt the thrill that always came from being the object of such slavish devotion. She loved being worshipped. Admittedly, she wasn't as sadistic in nature as Georgette or Barbara, but just the same she considered this job as trainer of slave girls the best break she had ever gotten. Where else could she have so much fun and actually get paid for it?
True, she didn't care much for the nephew, but neither did the other mistresses. Ken Raleigh was a creep who didn't really fit in with these delightfully freaky activities; he ran the place only to brown-nose his rich uncle and make sure of eventually inheriting some of that Glitch Industries money. Still, he ran things pretty efficiently, Elinor had to concede, and none of the mistresses could complain. The house and grounds were always in good order for Lord Abner's visits. And the electrically wired fence that prevented escape was checked and tested regularly and with strict attention to detail. So even though Ken himself was a stuck-up louse, everybody shrugged it off and managed to get along with him. Anyway, the staff had no other choice as long as Abner Glitch himself had seen fit to leave his nephew in full charge.
"Lick the heels now, Joanne."
"Yes, Milady."
A wandering ant had left the grass and was crawling up the girl's leg. Somewhat amused, Elinor watched its struggles for a while and then at last knocked it off with her whip. This time, quite proud of her prowess with the weapon, she snapped it smartly instead of merely flicking it. The sudden sting made the slave look up.
"M-Milady?"
"Stupid girl. Go on with your exercises. I was just knocking a bug off your skin. You shouldn't have stopped like that, Joanne. You should have gone right on licking my boots without showing the slightest hesitation. You've been here long enough to understand that by now, I'd venture to say. A slave's purpose is to obey orders, nothing else."
"Oh. I'm sorry. Please forgive me, Milady.
Hit me with the whip again and I won't move a muscle. Except for the muscle of my tongue on your boots." Crack!
The servile tongue kept lapping away, doing the prescribed exercises with gusto and agility. Pleased with the way her message had sunk in, Elinor used the whip in a soft caress of commendation. She saw the slave's eyes peer up at her in grateful humility. Oh yes, Joanne's training was coming along just fine.
But that was to be expected, of course. All the girls succumbed to the rigid discipline in time. Rosalie, Denise, Joanne, Francie-ah yes, all just fine. Stormcrest methods never failed. A little session over at the Whipping Tree always turned the trick if nothing else did. The two new kids would soon catch on, too, although it was hard to tell about someone like that Mimi girl, the one who had been singing and dancing in some sort of theatrical troupe. Any youngster, no matter how fresh and dewy in appearance, was bound to get toughened up by show-business experience. But here on the green lawn of Stormcrest-and in the torture chambers inside the great mansion-the pretty singer and/or dancer would soon become a slave. And as for the other one, that innocent Undine doll, well, the kid already seemed well on her way toward total slavery. Barbara was sure giving her a workout over there by the pool. And of the three mistresses, Barbara usually took the prize when it came to acting like a sadistic bitch. That poor sweet kid would really get it hot and heavy.
Narrowing her eyes against the shimmering heat-waves, Elinor focused on the poolside scene and almost wished she had Undine here licking her boots instead of Joanne. Even at this distance the delicate creature looked simply ravishing; her long blonde hair glistened like pure gold in the sunlight and that smoothly rounded body was an absolute gem. Nor was the close-up view any less perfect, Elinor knew. Undine's face, featuring eyes like large wet violets, could have stood the test of any Hollywood movie camera.
And such natural meekness, too! Elinor could have spotted the symptoms a mile away: she knew a born slave-girl when she saw one. Yes indeed, Undine's obvious masochism would make her a willing member of the clan in no time at all. So graceful, so willowy, so utterly charming!
Elinor sighed. But it was a sigh of warm anticipation rather than regret. Let Barbara have the kid first. Outright cruelty was the quickest way to begin, and that was Barbara's specialty. A few sessions of such treatment would soften the kid up to the point of complete obedience and make her ready to submit to any command. Better yet, it would frighten her enough to make her turn toward some less cruel mistress for sympathy, and Elinor rather liked that idea. As much as it was necessary to gain obedience, her own particular enjoyment came from gaining a slave's devoted love. Oh yes, that innocent angel would be her adoring worshiper in due time. She could afford to wait. Undine...
Even the name was intriguing, and Elinor wondered if the others were aware of its significance. Undine herself probably didn't know, more than-likely. Hmmm. It would sure make an interesting experiment ...
Oh well, all in due time. And meanwhile, why not have a bit of yum-yum with Joanne?
The thought made Elinor smile, even though she recognized that her sudden tingle of sexual excitement had been caused by the girl in the distance rather than the one crouching at her feet. She didn't really mind. Yes, it would be pleasant to have herself a nice gentle orgasm while she looked over there at Undine. Although she did wish Barbara wasn't so fond of metal torture-weapons. Always prodding and pinching with knives and needles and pliers and pincers, that sort of thing. Ugh! That smooth skin was sure having a rough time. Such a sadistic bitch, that Barbara! And golden-haired Undine was so beautiful, so absolutely beautiful.
"Joanne."
"Milady?"
"I think I'd like to be sucked now."
"Oh, thank you, Milady. I'd love to."
"But you've been down there at my boots so long, hmm, you look pretty sweaty and grimy. I wouldn't care to have such a dusty mouth kissing me."
"Oh..." Joanne looked disappointed. "Uh, should I go inside and wash up for you, Milady?"
"Wash, yes, but not in the house; I don't feel like waiting that long. Go do it in the pool."
"M-Milady? In the pool? Dressed like this?"
The whip cracked in abrupt fury. "Don't question me, young lady, just do it. Go jump in the pool, just as you are. And be sure to rinse your mouth out good. Hurry!"
Joanne leaped up and ran. With no pause whatsoever, she jumped into the pool, frolicking a moment and spewing water out of her mouth. Then, eagerly, she climbed out and raced back to perform her assigned task. Soaking wet, she sank to her knees. "May I suck you now, Milady?"
Chuckling at the sight, Elinor dropped the whip to raise her booted legs and roll back upon the cushioned chair, exposing her buttocks to the anxious slave. "Let's see if those exercises did you any good, my dear. Suck my ass first."
And then, with the trained tongue immediately working to prove its worth, Elinor focused her gaze upon the pain-wracked but still remarkably beautiful body that had given rise to this nice feeling of excitement. Such a jewel, that Undine!
But even in the midst of her reverie, Elinor remained conscious of her obligations as a mistress. She stiffened slightly, annoyed by the intrusive lack of finesse displayed by her striving but somewhat unsuccessful pupil.
"Joanne, stop!"
"Ummm ... yes, Milady?"
"Don't be in such a rush to show off your tongue. I already know how long it is, you stupid girl. Treat my ass-hole with respect. Be gentle. Lick all around it first."
"Oh. Please forgive me, Milady. I guess I wanted it so much that I got careless."
"Careless is right. Hand me the whip. And you can start telling me how you'll go about making up for your carelessness. Look at my ass and speak up."
The whip lashed out, but there was no sign of flinching. "Your ass is so beautiful, Milady. It deserves only the best and I swear I'll never be careless again. I'll kiss the soft cheeks, I'll lap all over with my tongue, I'll lick up and down the pretty crack for a long time. After a while I'll go a little deeper-and then ... oh Milady, it's so beautiful, just like a flower ... and I'll sip the honey from it, I'll sip the honey from your ass-hole and-"
"Ah..." Crack! "Do it, slave!"
CHAPTER TWO
With the cute little slave crouched alongside her, the mistress Georgette rested her booted legs upon a hassock and leaned back in her easy chair. Chain-smoking cigarettes as she watched the television program, the haughty brunette made a picture far more striking than anything that appeared on the color TV screen. Dark-haired and dark-eyed-actually the only true brunette at Stormcrest-Georgette had a tawny orange-like skin reminiscent of a jungle tigress.
And a tigress she was, in her own way, a tigress in the body of a woman. It was a slim body, quite athletic, with muscles that rippled under the uniquely hued skin, but there was no doubt of its womanliness. Cupped from underneath by a lacy half-bra, Georgette's big and remarkably pointed breasts were alluringly feminine, as much so as any other bosom on the estate. In her younger days-not so long ago, really-she had won medals as a gymnast and swimmer, but despite the lesbian bent of her libido she had none of the masculine "butchy" characteristics that so often typified the female homosexual. In appearance, Georgette was all woman. Moreover, she was always careful to foster that impression, going in for exotic makeup and apparel and jewelry. Even now, relaxing in the privacy of her own room, she remained in costume.
The other mistresses dressed exotically, too, since it was Abner Glitch's wish that all the lovely creatures of his private paradise wore outfits bordering on the bizarre. The old man was especially fond of high-heeled boots and shoes, and no mistress or slave went about unshod. Unless they were using the swimming pool, of course. Or working in Abner's flower garden, a rather special ritual when the slaves were allowed to appear completely naked. But behind the closed doors of their own bedrooms, the other mistresses took their ease with no thought of costume, lounging around in lingerie or a negligee or in nothing at all, if such was their mood.
Not Georgette, though. Even with only a lowly slave as company, she wore her favorite pair of boots and a combination waist-cincher and garter-belt that kept her extra-long nylons taut and unwrinkled. And as always, a pair of earrings dangled from her pierced ears. Athletically inclined as she might be, Milady Georgette treasured her femininity and displayed it with enhancing cosmetics and garments.
A commercial came on to interrupt the TV program and she glanced down at the motionless slave. Nude but for hose and high-heeled pumps and the rope that bound her arms behind her back, little Rosalie was an appealing sight. Blue-eyed and platinum-haired, the petite slave had a sharply contrasting darkish ivory cast to her complexion. Georgette liked that. An attraction of opposites, no doubt, considering her own ebony hair and sloe eyes. And although their difference in skin coloring was less marked, she was pleased by the harmony of the ivory alongside her own tawny flesh.
The commercial maundered on incessantly and Georgette began to lose interest. Momentarily bored, she lit a fresh cigarette from the butt of the last one, her fourth thus far, as attested to by the number of stubs lying in the impromptu ashtray formed by the slave's upturned palms. Carelessly she dropped the butt in with the others.
A moan sounded. A wisp of smoke was curling upward from the makeshift ashtray. This time the butt had stayed lit long enough to scorch some skin.
Georgette shrugged and turned her attention back to the television set. Again she heard a moan, louder now, and with a frown on her face she looked down again. Smoke was still rising. The cigarette butt had managed to ignite another.
"M-Milady?" The blue eyes implored.
"You're interrupting me."
"I-I'm sorry. But ... but ... "
"It's only a little fire. It'll go out by itself if you just shut up and forget about it." Grinning at the girl's discomfiture, Georgette divided her attention between the TV screen and the smoldering mess of cigarettes. Apparently the fire wasn't about to go out.
The little slave groaned once more.
"Oh shit, you silly child, how can I concentrate on television when you're carrying on like that?" Georgette rose abruptly, no longer interested in what the television had to say. She had a program of her own to put into effect, a program far more important. And infinitely more entertaining!
The sudden flurry of movement sent a chill of fear through Rosalie's body. She hadn't meant to make so much noise; it had just slipped out. She liked Milady Georgette best of all the mistresses and would have been willing to go up in smoke just to please her. But the unexpected pain of the flame was more than her flesh could bear. Master Ken joined Georgette.
Something yanked at her hands, some sort of fastener that she couldn't see or figure out; it looped under her wrists and hauled her upright. Then Ken knocked her down and stepped on her breast. Up again, it kept pulling, tugging her bound arms and forcing her to bend over. A whip began hitting her ass. She whimpered abjectly, torn between the pain of the fire and the new pain of the whip. Bent over like that, she could see that Milady Georgette was holding her in position with one arm and whipping her with the other.
"March, slave!"
"M-march?"
"Around and around." The whip kept slashing. "Just march and let the fire burn itself out in the breeze. Hup, two, three, four ... left, right, left, right ... "
There was blood now. Rosalie couldn't see it, but the trickling sensation was only too familiar. And that thing that kept her wrists up high on her back, whatever it was, oh, it was practically yanking her poor arms right out of their sockets. All hunched over, she strove bravely to keep on taking one step after another.
The smell of smoke was distinctly noticeable now. Added to it was the stench of flesh being singed, the sensitive flesh of her palms.
Perspiring from the exertion, she began to wonder if the flame would ever die down.
"You see? It's going out already."
It hardly felt like it, but Rosalie was glad to hear the news. She just went on parading around the room, all stopped over, with the ashes smoldering in her hands.
On the TV screen the mood had changed, and now a rock band was blaring out its rhythm. Rosalie's legs caught the pattern of the beat and fell in with it, marching tc the strict tempo of the music and the stricter incentive of the whip on her bare and bleeding ass.
"Now you've got the idea, slave. Good, good. Yes, I'm quite pleased with you. Hmm. I may even let you suck my cunt tonight as a reward for your excellent behavior."
"Oh ... thank you, Milady."
"But meanwhile you must make up for your bad behavior. I mean the way you behaved a few minutes ago. Complaining and whining just because of a little heat. You'll march until the fire is completely out, you hear me?"
"Yes, Milady. I'm trying my best."
Before the session was over, the lovely slave had experienced "steam torture" too-the deadliest way of fucking on earth.
* * *
Elsewhere on the premises there was more marching going on. The two newest girls at Stormcrest were learning how to walk. And they were finding it just as difficult as a baby finds its first steps.
Out of the welter of paraphernalia in the big house, shoes had been dug up to fit the feet of Mimi and Undine. Their measurements had been taken and sent off to a custom boot maker for more suitable footgear, but meanwhile they were practicing with what they had. Both were naked except for the high-heeled pumps that fit adequately, if not perfectly. Mimi's were much too tight; Undine's a shade too loose. But they knew better than to complain. Not with the severe mistress directing the procedure.
Seated upon a soft chair, the towering figure of Milady Barbara dominated the room. A feather-cut blonde with steel-gray eyes, the powerful mistress swished her ever-present whip now and then to punctuate her commands.
"Don't slouch, Undine. Walk erect."
"Yes, Milady. Uh ... is this better?"
"I'd tell you if it wasn't. Don't ask stupid questions, girl. Mimi, you're much too stiff. Let your ass sway back and forth. Those high heels are supposed to make you look sexy-and you're straight as a stick."
"Yes, Milady." Teetering on the heels, Mimi attempted the proper degree of sway but found it difficult even for her dance-trained body. Nervousness, too, interfered with the success of her effort as she eyed the menacing whip in that leather-clad hand.
The mistress wore a silk bolero jacket fringed with rows of tassels. Shiny black boots rose to mid-thigh, clinging to her well-muscled legs like a second skin. From the jacket to the tops of the boots she was naked; her only other apparel was the pair of arm-length leather gloves. Somehow she managed to appear lewd and formidable at the same time, her steely eyes glittering with a light that was both sensuously desirous and awesomely tyrannical.
"Undine, what's the matter with you? Flaunt your body. I said you're supposed to look sexy."
"I-I'm trying, Milady."
"No, that just won't do." Scowling in irritation, the big mistress stood up. "I'll just have to help you." Three strides carried her up behind the naked girl.
Undine's body went visibly tense in anticipation of the whip. But the blow never fell. Instead, the mistress shoved her gloved arm down between the quivering thighs and then up into the soft crotch. Her thumb found an opening and popped in with a slithery pressure that elicited a gasp of dismay from the slave. A second gasp sounded when the gloved fingers curved upward and inward in front.
"Now walk!" the mistress barked.
Aghast at the sight, Mimi kept moving in order to avoid calling attention to herself, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the weird picture. That black-gloved hand was clutching from behind, the thumb up poor Undine's ass and the fingers in her cunt. And as the frightened girl struggled to move and obey the dictatorial hand-movements, she looked like a limp puppet under the control of some obscene puppeteer. A very pretty puppet, Mimi was aware; even at the height of her agony of fright, Undine was breathtakingly beautiful. The tears forming in her eyes looked like dewdrops glistening on violets. And the milky-white skin of her body seemed even whiter in contrast with the jet-black glove that probed with such intimate but forceful precision.
Undine was shuddering as if in protest, but she moved along compliantly. The sway was no problem now; it was governed by the manipulating hand. But her legs were shaking and the wobble of her ankles was plainly visible. Tiny beads of sweat broke out here and there on the white flesh, catching the light of the lamp like jewels.
"There now, do you think you can do it without my help, you stupid girl?"
"I'll try, Milady. Thank you."
The gloved hand let go. As the mistress went back to her chair, Mimi's gaze locked with Undine's in a kind of sympathetic pact. In spite of their fear, they looked at each other with a certain sense of kinship.
But there was more than just kinship in those lovely violet eyes, Mimi realized. She saw something in them that puzzled her, something strangely out of place at such a moment. Then she saw the red lips twitch and quiver; incongruous as it might have been, little Undine was sexually excited!
Mimi could scarcely believe it. But it was true, nonetheless, and she knew that the touch of the marauding hand had brought a sex-charged response from that soft flesh.
After an instant of mutual recognition, Undine's eyelids fluttered and her gaze sank away. But no, the glistening eyes were lowered but still focused. She's looking at my body, Mimi thought, she's looking at me and she feels sexy! She's staring at my cunt! Undine is hot for me!
And for the first time since her arrival in this horrible place, Mimi felt a genuine thrill of pleasure. Still moving around the room, she wondered if the sudden sensation of heat was the result of an all-over blush. It seemed impossible. After all, she was no lesbian. And in the obviously lesbian atmosphere of Stormcrest, she had felt no urge for sex.
Until now...
"You're doing better, Undine. Keep it up."
"Thank you, Milady."
The girl's quavery tone touched Mimi's heart. Such a pretty thing! Was it possible that so deliciously feminine a creature could get sexually stimulated by women? Mimi wondered if her own imagination might be working overtime. Anyway, it was sure something to think about. Especially with that crazy feeling inside herself, the feeling that was churning way down deep in her belly. In her pussy. In my cunt!
"Keep walking, you two." The mistress rose once more and went to the door. "You there," she called. "Denise, come here a minute."
"Right away, Milady." The noise of hastily approaching footsteps was audible. "What can I do for you?"
"Go fetch me a couple of training-bits. You know the kind I mean?"
"Of course, Milady. I'll be right back."
It took only moments, but to Mimi it was like a century as she waited to learn what a training-bit was. She had no doubt but what one of them would be used upon herself.
"Here they are, Milady." Denise paused to catch her breath. "Uh, I'm sorry to interrupt, but Master Ken asked if he might see you downstairs right away."
"Oh? All right. Denise, you know how the training-bits work. Help Mimi and Undine get into them." The mistress spun on her heel and strode out.
Mimi breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall to steady herself, smiling weakly as willowy Undine followed suit. But relief was short-lived as Denise came close with the gadgets in her hand and an intense expression upon her face.
Denise too was a blonde, and quite pretty-but without true beauty. Her hair was cut in a boyish bob and lacked the natural flow and luster of Undine's. Nor were her pale blue eyes any more than mildly attractive. Worse yet, from Mimi's viewpoint, those eyes were cold and unfriendly.
"Hold still," Denise snapped. "I've got to get these things on you before Milady Barbara gets back."
"Aw, relax," Mimi said. "Give us a chance to rest up a little, will you?"
"No. I've got my orders."
Undine spoke up with unexpected defiance. "Mimi is right. Anyway, you're just a slave around here, just another slave like us, Denise. Don't act so uppity."
"Uppity, eh? Shit! Listen, you cunt, you'll act uppity too when you're an old-timer like I am. But right now you'll just be meek and mild and do exactly what I tell you. Or else. And I guess you know what I'm talking about. One word from me-and Milady Barbara will-"
"Okay, okay. Do what you have to do." Undine's balloon of courage had been pricked. "Don't tell me that thing is supposed to go inside my mouth."
"In your mouth is right. And this part fastens under your arms and tilts your head back." Denise lifted the steel bit to Undine's lips. "Let's get it over with, kid. Open up. Open your mouth."
Mimi watched in consternation as the bit was adjusted and the straps tightened until poor Undine's face was pointed up to the ceiling. Such a monstrously cruel contrivance! How could one human being do something like this to another? At that instant, illogical as it may have been, Mimi found herself absolutely loathing Denise.
"Okay, you're next."
Mimi shuddered and opened her mouth. Then, impulsively, before the steel could prevent it, she clamped her teeth down hard on Denise's finger.
"Ouch! You-you bit me!"
"So sorry. It was an accident." Again Mimi opened her mouth, quite pleased with her little show of rebellion. The smug bitch didn't seem so smug any more. "Okay, you can put it in now. I promise I won't bite you."
As the steel plate was jammed into her mouth, Mimi took a last glance at Undine. The poor kid looked miserable. And yet beautiful! And once again Mimi felt the strange sexy sensation creeping through her body. But then her head was jerked back and she couldn't see her friend without straining painfully. Even so, though, she was conscious of the strong bond of attachment that had sprung up between them. Conscious too of the joy of having found a friend in this unfriendly hellhole. She didn't feel so alone now.
But she had made an enemy too, and Mimi came close to regretting her burst of rasliness. She still didn't like Denise, but it had been unwise to antagonize her.
The mistress loomed in the doorway. "I see you got them fixed up, Denise. Fine, fine."
"Thank you, Milady."
"You're a good kid. Stick around." The big mistress snapped her fingers. "All right, you two, start walking around again. A little discipline is good for you." She sat down in her chair and beckoned Denise close. "Come on, honey. You'd like to suck my cunt, wouldn't you?"
"Mmmmm, yes, I'd love to, Milady. May I?"
The mistress raised one long leg and let it dangle over the arm of the chair. She smiled lasciviously and patted her tufted crotch and then pointed to the floor. But the last gesture was unnecessary; Denise was already on her knees and bowing her head eagerly. Sucking cunt. like a well-trained slave. Sucking...
While the two new slaves suffered in silence and paraded around the room. Suffering...
"Mimi! Undine! What happened to the sway? This may be discipline for you, but it's supposed to be sexy too. Everything in this house is supposed to be sexy-and don't you forget it! Let's see those bare asses swing!"
CHAPTER THREE
"Tell me, my dear, is that your real name."
"Oh yes, Milady."
"It's very pretty." Elinor smiled and stroked the blonde head nestled upon her thigh. "Rather odd, though. It has a rather special meaning, you know."
"Milady? I-I don't understand."
"Undine. Yes, it comes from ancient mythology. Undine was a water-sprite."
"Oh..." As though the information was of little import, the beautiful slave turned her cheek a little and went back to nuzzling cunt.
"Hey, aren't you even interested?"
"M-Milady? I'm interested in this. Won't you let me please you by sucking you some more?"
"Oh well, go ahead if you like." Elinor spread her legs wider as the browsing lips began anew.
She sighed after a moment. They were good, those browsing lips. Not great, of course, since the kid had a long training procedure to go through before she might achieve the kind of perfection demanded at Stormcrest. But the ardent kiss was remarkably enthusiastic.
Elinor congratulated herself. Her judgment had indeed been accurate. After a few sessions under tough Barbara, sweet blonde Undine had been ripe for sympathetic consolation. And now the willowy slave was terribly eager to ingratiate herself with a different and less cruel mistress. Even now, the delicious youngster was chewing cunt as though she thought it was something precious-doing it not because she had to but because she loved it.
"Undine..." Elinor sighed again, speaking the intriguing name with pointed affection.
"Milady?"
"You suck so sweetly. But do go on. Gently, though, I don't want to come just yet. Darling, you suck my cunt as if it's something you love."
"Mmmmmm-love."
"Yes?"
"Milady-" The slave spoke even as she rubbed her face in it. "I love your cunt. I could go on sucking it like this forever and ever-mmmm-"
"Forever? Hmm. That might be tough on both of us. It would be tough on me, I'm sure. Sooner or later I'd have to make a trip to the bathroom. Sex always makes me want to pee. But do go on, my dear, you do it so nicely. I'll hold out as long as I can."
"Mmmmmm..."
"Or hold in, I should have said." Elinor chuckled. "Suck, suck, little sweetheart, I like it. And meanwhile I'll talk to you, shall I? I'll tell you about your name. As a matter-of-fact ... " Her voice trailed off.
"Ummm?"
"Funny. Your name. It's exactly what I just happened to mention. About going to the bathroom, I mean. That's what the name Undine is all about."
"M-Milady? Hmmmm?" The girl showed her sudden curiosity but still went on licking cunt.
"Well, the water-sprite named Undine just loved splashing around in her stream. And now the psychologists have given her name to that sort of thing. Only the stream is pee, not water. It's a kind of kick, you might say-'undinism,' it's called. Isn't that interesting?"
This time there was no response? the kid just went on sucking as if she hadn't heard. But Elinor wasn't fooled. Her calculated lecture on the strange facet of Undine's name had been heard if not appreciated. Nor did Elinor feel any disappointment because of the lack of reaction, oh no, she had known that such a bizarre notion wouldn't be looked upon with immediate favor.
Just the same, though, it lessened the pleasure of lying in bed and being sucked. Elinor was ready for a change. She stretched languidly and sat up, dislodging the blonde head from its nest.
"Enough for a while, Undine. I think I'd like to take a bath now."
"A bath, Milady? Shall I draw a tub for you?"
"Do you think you know how? Do you know about bath-oils and scents and what the temperature should be?"
"Oh ... " The lovely violet eyes were downcast. "I'm sorry. There's so much to learn. I guess I'm stupid. Please forgive me, Milady."
Elinor nodded complacently, charmed by the dear child's display of humility. Once again she saw the vindication of her original judgment. This charming child was the kind of masochist who unconsciously sought to be dominated and told what to do. The whip wasn't necessary. The slavisliness lay in Undine's nature.
"I'll forgive you. And to show it, I'll let you go run that tub for me. Use your own judgment. Choose the scent yourself. I won't expect perfection from you yet. So if you make a mistake this time, I promise not to scold you. Now scat! Get to work." Elinor's accompanying spank on the soft ass was only a spurring love-pat.
Apparently overjoyed by such gently reassuring treatment, the blonde-haired slave scampered off on her errand. Moments later, as the roar of the water struck her ears, Elinor found herself missing that stimulating presence. Slipping out of her already half-off negligee, she padded to the bathroom doorway to spy on the naked youngster.
Then, as the roaring taps were adjusted to a calm flow, Elinor quit spying and walked in boldly, suddenly aware of this golden opportunity. She grinned and sat down on the toilet. Golden opportunity indeed! Hmm. How golden could it get?
"Undine."
"Oh! Milady, I didn't know you were-"
"Never mind. Come here. I want to demonstrate something to you. Remember what I was talking about before?"
"About-about my name?"
"Yes. It may have sounded pretty weird to you, but it's really quite pleasant. Many girls even consider it sexy. It makes them hot. This, I mean." Elinor spread her legs and stroked her cunt significantly. "Come close. Put your hand up close and I'll show you."
"M-Milady?"
"Here. Give me your hand. Better get down on your knees so you can be comfy. Yes, like that."
"P-please, Milady, I don't-"
"Hush." Elinor's hands reached out and grasped and carried the reluctantly offered one down between her spread limbs. She held it firmly, pressing the young girl's palm to her cunt. Then, slowly, after a short hesitation, a few drops of piss trickled out from between the fingers to tumble into the bowl with a tinkling noise. Deliberately, Elinor stopped the flow. Undine was quivering, drawing deep breaths in her obvious agitation.
"There now, it's not so bad, is it? Are you disgusted by my peepee, Undine?"
"N-no."
"We'll see. Keep your hand there." Elinor relaxed her restraining arms and leaned back lazily, tense inwardly but trying not to show it. "Here's a little more for you. Ah yesss-there."
"Oh!"
"Lots more. Play in it. Splash in the stream, my Undine, just like Undine of the myth. Yes, yes, that's the way. Carry some in your palm. Rub your pretty titties with it. Go ahead, smear it right in."
Elinor went on pissing, utterly delighted by the way her suggestive commands were working. The girl was actually rubbing her tits with piss. Her face was contorted in a wild expression that could have meant almost anything. As though the enormity of the situation hadn't registered yet. And at last Elinor pissed out the final regretful spurt; then, without even bothering to wipe herself, she stood up abruptly and moved to the bathtub.
Sinking into it, she called for service and snapped the motionless slave out of her trance. Immediately, Undine went into action, approaching the tub to give whatever help was demanded of her.
On impulse, Elinor reached up. "Come, dear, we both need a bath." She yanked the girl's piss-drenched wrist and then they were both in.
"Well wash each other."
"Oh yes, thank you, Milady."
Their mouths met in a hot kiss. Elinor's fingers caressed the slave's body even as her own was being caressed. They washed each other with caresses. Until Elinor got too aroused to go on like that.
"Undine, let's get out!"
"Yes, Milady. Let me help you. There now, shall I dry you off with-"
"Don't dry me. Just suck my cunt. Right there on the floor. On the bathmat, that's it. Oh, you doll, suck, suck, suck my cunt with your beautiful mouth!"
Elinor's sagging limbs wobbled at the frenzied response to her command. She sank to the mat. And then, instinctively, she rolled sideways and swung around and caught Undine's lovely legs and pulled them close. The tuft of hair, dark-damp now but still enticingly pretty, drew her face in. Greedily, just loving for a forgetful moment, loving and not dominating, Elinor sucked the alluring cunt and gave it even better than her own was getting.
"Milady-oh-I love you."
"Darling-"
"I love you, I love you, I."
"Don't talk. Suck."
"Mmmmmm ... "
"Mmmmmm..."
* * *
The frequent whippings had taken much of the starch out of Mimi. Every error of conduct on her part got punished, it seemed, and sometimes her poor suffering ass was whipped for no reason at all.
At the moment, though, she would have preferred a simple whipping to whatever was in store for her. Maybe she would get one, too, but it sure as shit wouldn't be simple. Nothing this bitch of a mistress did was ever simple.
Dangling by her wrists from a rope fastened to the ceiling of the punishment chamber, Mimi rested on one knee and tried to look humble as the mistress glared down at her. Milady Barbara was in a fierce mood, apparently, although Mimi had given her no cause to be. Not yet, anyway, even though it was getting harder and harder to keep her temper as the bitchy mistress lorded it over her.
The mistress wore sheer tights and high-heeled pumps and nothing else but a pair of earrings. She looked mean. But then Milady Barbara was mean-and Mimi had been around long enough to know that now. She was beginning to size up the different mistresses-and this one was sure someone to stay away from.
Mimi felt vulnerable in the awkward position. She had the pumps on her feet, but the rest of her body was naked except for a tiny frilly upper garment that didn't even hide her tits. They stuck out and Mimi was almost embarrassed by the way the mistress looked at them.
But it wasn't her tits the mistress was interested in, it was her mouth. Her mouth and tongue. And Mimi knew she was in for it at last. The thing she dreaded most. The thing that lesbians did. Ugh!
"It's time you learned, Mimi, and I'm going to give you the honor of learning on me."
"Yes, Milady," Mimi said dully.
"Show some enthusiasm."
"Oh. Yes indeed, Milady. I'm enthusiastic. Thank you for the honor."
"Sounds pretty phony. What honor?"
"The honor of learning on you."
"Mimi? The honor of learning what? Do I have to drag it out of you?"
"I-I understand, Milady. I'm to learn how to suck a cunt. And that's an honor."
"It's an honor to suck cunt, any cunt, the cunt of any mistress in Stormcrest. You'll be getting plenty of such honors. You'll be a real cunt-lapper in time. But right now we're talking only about sucking my cunt. Mine. Not anyone else's. Now what kind of honor is that?"
"Milady, it's the greatest honor of all." Mimi struggled to play her part and avoid a whipping. She had seen the rack of menacing weapons against the wall. "I thank you for the great honor of allowing me to suck your illustrious cunt."
"Illustrious-hah! Wise little bitch, aren't you? Okay, since you're so smart, tell me how you're going to do it. Tell me about your technique."
Mimi floundered momentarily, but let her imagination run free hopefully. "I'll kiss your cunt with my lips, Milady, and then I'll stick my tongue inside it and-"
"Shit! You call that technique? You dumb kid, you don't know a damned thing about cunt-lapping. You're just making up a whole lot of bullshit, right?"
"I-I'm sorry, Milady."
"Okay. Now listen. You don't need any technique now. You're just a beginner and you're not expected to be very good. All that will come later. You'll get plenty of practice. You'll do exercises to develop your tongue. You'll get many hours of instruction from each mistress and you'll learn all there is to know about it. Eventually you'll be a highly skilled cunt-lapper, you understand."
"Yes, Milady. I understand."
"Fine. But as I said, right now you're only a raw beginner. No skill at all. Okay. What you lack in skill, you'll make up in enthusiasm. That's all we mistresses expect from a beginner. Plenty of enthusiasm."
"I understand, Milady. Enthusiasm."
"Hah! You don't sound that way, you don't sound as if you understand, Mimi, you stupid cunt, you just don't sound very enthusiastic at all. And that's the way you should be right this minute. Enthusiastic. Even though you're not sucking. Even though my cunt is covered up and out of reach. Right now you ought to be so enthusiastic that your tongue is hanging out." The mistress snorted disdainfully and strode away toward the rack of weapons on the wall.
Mimi suffered in mute silence, wondering how large the whip would be. Not that it mattered much. She had already learned that a viciously applied small whip could do as much damage as a big one. But somehow a big whip inspired the feeling of fear more forcefully, and Mimi still went on hoping and praying for the smaller size.
The mistress whirled. "I think I've got just the thing to make you feel enthusiastic, slave."
Mimi shuddered. She still couldn't get accustomed to being called a slave. But then she saw the instrument in the cruel mistress' hand and her blood froze. The shudder became a long-drawn-out shiver of horror.
She didn't know what it was. But there was little doubt in her mind about how it would be used. J lat loop was just the size to grab the point of a tit. And the two handles were designed for crushing.
"Yes, this should do just fine." The mistress bent swiftly and put the gadget in place.
Then, slowly, she began to squeeze the handles. Mimi screamed. Then she got ashamed of showing her fear and managed to bite the scream off. But the fear was still there, increasing along with the pain.
Despite her desire to remain stoic, she began to shed tears. Her head rocked and hung back, her hank of hair swaying back and forth in the agonized movement. She wondered if the metal loop would tighten to the point where it would at last pinch her nipple off completely. The thought was terrifying, and a low moan came to her lips, a piteous sound that she couldn't suppress.
"Ready to talk, Mimi?"
"T-talk, Milady?"
"Of course. About how enthusiastic you are. Aren't you going to tell me?"
The sneering mistress angered Mimi in a hidden place somewhere under the pain and fear. But the vision of her tit turning to a chopped mess of meat and blood was enough to keep the anger down to a secret smolder. At this point there was only one thing to do.
"Milady Barbara, I'm only a beginner, but I swear I'll try very hard to do justice to your cunt. I'll suck it the very best I know how."
"Damn right you will. But we already know that. Now tell me how much you want to suck it."
"I-I want to. Very much. It's the only thing I want in all the world. Your cunt, your wonderful cunt." The pain of her breast had Mimi's voice shaking, but she struggled bravely to keep talking. "It would make me happy, Milady, it would make me happy to get my face between your thighs and-"
"You like my pretty thighs?"
"Oh yes, Milady, I love your beautiful thighs. I'd love to kiss them if you'd let me. But most of all I love your beautiful cunt and I know I'll love it even more if you let me suck it."
The pain lessened. For a long moment the mistress just stood there and Mimi's heart hammered as she wondered if the torture instrument would be shifted to the other tit and used in the same way. She was sure that she would never get through the ordeal without fainting.
Luckily, though, Milady Barbara decided against it. She set the weapon down and glanced around. There was a folding ladder nearby, a ladder used to reach and adjust the hooks on the walls. The mistress pulled it close. Then in a single motion, she shoved the tights down over her hips and to her knees. After that, she simply climbed the ladder to the right step and sat down.
"Here, slave, before you touch my cunt, smell this and know how great the honor is." She bunched the dangling crotch of the tights in her hand and pushed it up to Mimi's face. "Smell it!"
"Yes, Milady." Mimi sniffed and tried not to show any sign of her distaste. "Now kiss it."
Mimi kissed the fabric obediently.
"Okay, now you may suck my cunt."
The mistress' thighs caught Mimi's face between them. Leaning back on the ladder, the powerful woman crushed her legs closer and closer. Then, abruptly, she loosened her grip and muttered a monosyllabic command that required no great intelligence to be understood.
Mimi kissed the hair. It tickled her nose, but the sensation was far from pleasant. And then, quite aware that a display of enthusiasm was far more important than any show of technique, she quelled her disgust enough to plunge her face into the bush of hair and shoot her tongue out of her mouth and into the flesh behind the hair. Flesh that opened like another mouth to suck her tongue in. And dangling there with her arms high, Mimi tried her very best to play her slavish role like an actress. A lesbian actress. A very enthusiastic lesbian actress.
CHAPTER FOUR
The sight that met Rosalie's eyes was fearful. As much as she worshipped Milady Georgette even when they weren't together, right now she was frightened. Milady's costume was so weird!
Facing her directly, little platinum-haired Rosalie could see only leather. From top to toe, just leather, with only a few holes in the face-mask to allow vision and breathing and speech. Through the eye-holes, Milady
Georgette's jet-black orbs glistened and shined even brighter than the polished surface of the leather.
Rosalie dropped to her knees and pressed her humble lips to one boot. "You sent for me, Milady?"
"Yes. I need a mouth."
"Oh..."
"You seem disappointed. What's the matter?"
"I-I was hoping you wanted me. My mouth. Not just any slave's mouth, just mine."
"Hmm. That's nice. It pleases me. All right, Rosalie, I'll keep that in mind after this. Your mouth. When I need a mouth I'll think of you."
"Thank you, Milady."
The mistress took a backward step and sat down upon the edge of the bed. "But even though I approve of the reason, I still think you'll have to be punished. Regardless of the reason, a slave must never look disappointed in the presence of a mistress."
"Oh. Forgive me, Milady. You're right."
"Such contrition. We'll make your punishment mild for that. And besides, I need that mouth of yours and I'm in rather a hurry to use it. So it'll be just a spanking. Come here, girl. Over my knee."
Rosalie rushed to get into position, glad to know that only a hand-spanking was coming her way. But what did the mistress mean by using her mouth? In that leather costume, how could a mouth even touch her?
Then, abruptly, Rosalie forgot about the need for her mouth and just concentrated on the need to take her spanking without offending Milady Georgette in any way. And it turned out to be a difficult task.
The first few slaps didn't hurt much, they seemed to be getting the range, that was all. Easy. Except for the fact that Milady was wearing gloves. For some reason, the gloves stung more. Then, a moment later, the gloves stung a hell of a lot more.
Rosalie whimpered.
"I'm getting to you, eh? Nice soft ass. Oh yes, a spanking is a fine thing for such an ass. Don't you agree with me, my little blonde Rosalie?"
"Y-yes, Milady. It's just fine for my ass. My ass appreciates the care you're giving it." Whack!
From then on the blows came hot and heavy. The pounding palm banged away solidly. Rosalie quivered. The whacking hand got heavier and somehow her ass was now bouncing up to meet each smack. She was getting hot, she realized, getting hot from the spanking. And she knew why. It was because she really loved Milady Georgette.
But even with all her love and all her hot feeling, the pain was still hard to bear. And soon Rosalie's whimpers rose to shrieks; she screamed and sobbed and thought sure she would die from the agony-and yet her ass kept jutting up higher and higher each time to meet that pounding palm.
Then, suddenly, the hand stopped and formed into a cup-like shape on her behind, digging into it, digging into her body both in back and in front. Rosalie's scream dropped to a moan, a low moan of pleasure.
"Up, now. Up and around and down on your knees. I need your mouth."
Dazed, Rosalie scrambled to obey. And then as the leather-clad mistress turned around and bent over the bed, she knew just how her mouth was going to be used. The leather costume wasn't complete, after all. Oh no. The back had been cut out below the waist. Cut out so that all of Milady Georgette's tawny-colored ass was sticking out and waiting to be kissed.
This time there were no moans or whimpers. Only slithery sounds of tongue squirming into ass-hole as Rosalie buried her face in the flesh of the mistress she adored.
* * *
As if it wasn't enough that Mimi should suffer at the hands of the mistresses, now she was in trouble among the slaves too. The slaves' quarters of Stormcrest were somewhat less than luxurious but quite comfortable nevertheless. But the general pervading spirit of the estate just wasn't confined to the mistresses alone. The slaves themselves dabbled in sadism and masochism-and lesbianism, of course-and within their own quarters they continued the kind of fun and games that went on throughout the rest of the house and grounds.
Fun and games-oh sure, some fun. The whole thing disgusted Mimi. Bad enough to have to kowtow to Master Ken and Milady Barbara and the rest of the bosses on the place, but did the slaves have to go in for that sort of thing, too?
So it appeared. And in spite of her irritation with the goings-on, Mimi herself was involved. like it or not, she was one of the slaves and had to act accordingly.
In a certain sense, she didn't really mind. She felt almost protective toward pretty Undine. The delicate creature brought out the warmth in her, and their relationship was a good one. But that was because both Mimi and Undine were recent arrivals on the estate; both were new and felt strange and didn't dare speak up in defiance against the other slave girls. In a way it was like being in a prison-and the old-time convicts knew their way around and were far more domineering than the new ones.
So it was in this case. Both Joanne and Francie had shown great interest in Mimi. And they were showing it now, much to her dismay. They were actually arguing over who would get first crack at her. Although it was Francie who was doing most of the shouting, and Mimi got the impression that Joanne was only trying to protect her.
"Listen, you cunt," Francie was saying, "I've been here longer than you have, so don't argue with me."
"Screw you," Joanne said. "I don't care how long you've been here. Just keep your paws off the kid."
Off in a corner of the big dormitory-like room, Mimi shuddered. It was weird to hear herself referred to as a kid by young girls who were no more than kids themselves. She wished the two of them would just shut up and stop bickering and leave her alone.
But it was apparent that Francie had no such intentions. In hose and garter belt and mid-calf height boots, the tousled blonde seemed to be trying to emulate Milady Barbara in both looks and actions. Actually, though, Francie appeared more feminine than the brown-haired boyish Joanne. Nude but for high-heeled shoes, Joanne was standing up to Francie with bravado.
"Please," Mimi said from her corner. "Why don't you two quit fighting? Wouldn't it be better if we all tried to get along with each other instead? The mistresses make it rough enough on us; why should we do it ourselves?"
"You shut up!" Francie barked. "And don't you dare say a word against the mistresses or you'll really be in for a peck of trouble." Her dark eyes glittered in menace. "You just shut up and get ready for me."
"R-ready for you?"
"You heard me. Just as soon as I kick the shit out of Joanne here, I'm coming after you. Only it won't be to fight with you, hell no, not unless you're stupid enough to try. No, Mimi, you're going to suck my cunt, that's what I want from you."
Before Mimi could think of an answer, Joanne stepped into the breach. "Come on, Francie, stop acting like you own the place. You act like a big shit on a telephone pole, but you're only a fart on a toothpick."
That did it. The ridicule was more than Francie could bear and she swung into action. It started with a simple slap, just a swing of her palm across Joanne's face, but from there on in it was mayhem. The two tussled angrily while Mimi sat on the sidelines and felt a combination of rage and fear and disgust.
Boyish as she was, Joanne was having trouble. She fell flat on her back as Francie tripped her up. Francie landed on top of her, balling her fist and striking hard, and in her struggles to escape, Joanne's body arched up off the floor desperately.
Except for the violence, the two actually looked sexy in the way they were intertwined. Francie had mounted one of Joanne's thighs and now their bare cunts were rubbing against each other. Watching them, Mimi hoped the cunts would just go on rubbing and forget all about her. Maybe the two slaves would be satisfied with one another.
But her hopes were in vain. A wallop of
Francie's fist brought a streak of furious action from Joanne. Squirming like a snake, she got out of Francie's leg-grip and evened the score by getting on top. Only she had no intention of rubbing pussies obviously, and all of Joanne's strength went into the lust of battle.
It didn't take very long. Once on the bottom Francie fought as best she could, but her efforts were useless against the boyish girl on top. Again they could have been engaged in lesbian sex, the butch on top and the femme on the bottom. But Joanne's only purpose was conquest-and she proceeded to slug Francie until there was very little fight left in the blonde bitch.
"Give up?"
"N-no. Never!"
Smack! "I'll say it again. Give up?"
"I won't. You can't-"
Smack!
It went on like that for a while longer. Until at last Francie whimpered and nodded her head in submission.
"Say it. You give up?"
"I-I give up."
"You'll keep your dirty paws off Mimi."
"You can have her. I won't touch her." .
Joanne stood up triumphantly, glancing around at Mimi and then waiting in readiness as Francie got to her feet. But there was no need for such watchful waiting, and the beaten girl shrugged and slunk out of the room.
Mimi's heart plummeted. Glad as she was to be rid of the threat of Francie, now she had the winner of the battle to contend with. Fighting was out of the question, she realized, and she wouldn't stoop that low. If she could have fought one of the mistresses, that Barbara person, for instance, she would have done it happily. But to fight against someone in the same boat as herself?-it just didn't seem right. Besides, after seeing Joanne in action she knew damn well that putting up a battle wouldn't have helped much.
"Hey, relax, kid. I'm not going to hurt you."
"Joanne, what do you want from me?"
"Not the same thing Francie does, I'll tell you that. Listen, sweetie, I got into that hassle only because I wanted to protect you from her. Once she gets her hooks into a girl, Francie is as bad as any of the mistresses."
"Oh. Thanks."
"So calm down, honey. And if you'd rather I just butted out and left you on your own, okay. I just tried to do you a favor, that was all."
"I-I understand, Joanne. Thank you." Mimi was extremely conscious of the admiration in the girl's eyes. "You mean you don't want me for yourself?"
"Oh shit, I didn't say that. Sure, I want you. In this freaky place we're always hot for some loving. Just you wait, you'll soon see. You'll be feeling like that yourself before very long."
Much as she hated to admit it, Mimi had to recognize the truth of the statement. The way she felt about Undine was a clear indication of it. And right now, even though she had no desire for this boyish-looking girl, wouldn't it be smart to play along and make a friend instead of another enemy? She still recalled the altercation with Denise that time with the training-bits. Yes, it would be far better to keep Joanne on her side.
"I guess you're right, Joanne, although it seems kind of strange to me. And believe me, I'm grateful for the way you handled Francie."
"Grateful? Grateful enough to relax a little and have a little fun with me?"
"I-I guess so. Only I'm not sure how. All this is so new to me. I don't know much about making love with-"
"Oh, what the hell, honey, I told you I didn't want the same thing Francie did. I'm not going to ask you to suck me off or anything like that."
"No?"
"Sweetie, it's just the opposite. Let me do you. Let me get down between those pretty legs of yours and make you happy. And I do mean happy."
"You-you want to suck me?"
"Uh-huh. I'm hot for your cunt. And I'm good too; I've got a damn good tongue even if I have to say so myself. You'll see. You'll dig it big."
"Oh ... "
"But like I said, Mimi, I'm not going to touch you unless it's okay with you. No forcing. I'm not like Francie. I'll be good to you, kid."
There was a long silence. Then, "Joanne."
"Yeah?"
"It's okay. Come on."
"You mean it?"
"I mean it. I want it. I want you to be my friend. Come on, Joanne, suck my cunt."
"Yeah-here goes-"
And as the wet lips dove at her, Mimi lay back and gave her body up to them. Pretty soon she lifted her body up a little to give those hot lips plenty of room. And then she began to purr as the long tongue foraged inside her.
"Oooh..."
"Hmmm? You like?"
"Mmmmm, yes, Joanne. Love it."
"Yeah, Such a pretty pussy. I love eating it. I could eat your cunt all night, kid."
"Eat it, eat it, eat my cunt all night. Oh yes, that's grand. Makes me feel like I'm all cunt."
"All cunt. Yeah..."
"Suck. Suck it good!"
"Mmmmmm."
"Oh, you're really something, Joanne. I'll bet you're the best cunt-lapper in the place."
"That's me. The best."
"Mmmmm ... suck, suck, suck!"
Undine was in her favorite place. Given a choice of all the places in the world she might have been at that moment, she would have stayed right there where she was.
No, that wasn't true. Sometimes she forgot that there was another world outside the electric fence, a world where she had been free. It was almost as if this was now her only world.
And yet, given a choice, she might really have chosen to stay right here. In her favorite place. Not just the Stormcrest estate, of course, but exactly here. Between the legs of beautiful Milady Elinor. Burrowing into the beautiful cunt between the beautiful legs of beautiful Milady Elinor.
Undine herself was beautiful and she had been aware of it all her young life. But she didn't think of herself that way any more-unless it was with the idea of being beautiful only to be more pleasing to beautiful Milady Barbara. That made all the difference.
"Undine ... darling."
"Mmmmm?"
"Such a delightful cunt-lapper."
"Mmmmm, all for you, Milady."
"Suck, suck ... but listen, too. I know you love me. That's true, isn't it?"
"Oh yes, so very much, Milady. I love you. I love to suck your cunt and make you happy. That's when I'm the happiest, when I'm doing it for you."
"Little angel. But I must caution you. Much as you love me, you'll have to go on being a good slave to the others. That's very important here at Stormcrest."
"I-I understand, Milady."
"You'll be whipped often, I'm afraid. Milady Barbara and Milady Georgette will demand things from you. I won't whip you myself, of course, at least not much-because I feel about you almost as strongly as you feel about me."
"Oh, Milady, I love you. I love hearing you say that. And I'll try to be a good slave, of course."
"Good girl. That will be especially important quite soon. Milord Abner is coming for a visit shortly, and every slave must be at her very best for the occasion."
"Milord Abner? I've heard him mentioned, but I just don't know who-"
"You'll see. He's the boss. It's his money that keeps Stormcrest operating, so you must be very respectful to him. And very respectful to all the mistresses if he happens to be watching."
"Oh yes, Milady, I'll be respectful."
"Yes, darling, I'm sure you will. You're that kind of person and I love you for it. You were even respectful the other day when I made peepee on your hand."
"Oh..."
"Remember?"
"Milady, how could I forget?"
"Ah, my little Undine. I love your pretty lips on my cunt. But you know something? I loved it when your hand played with my pee.
Isn't that something? like I said, some people get a special thrill out of that kind of thing."
"I-I know..."
"You know? Did you get a thrill yourself?"
"M-Milady? I can't really remember. It's all so mixed up in my mind. But what does it matter if I felt a thrill myself or not? I'm your slave, Milady. I'll do anything to make you happy. If you want to pee on my hand again-"
"Hmmm."
Undine went on sucking. She loved the taste of Milady Elinor's cunt. She loved rubbing her face into the nest of Elinor's cunt. She loved rubbing her face into the nest of soft hair. She loved sinking her tongue into the slippery-wet flesh. And yet, right then and there, she was doing it but thinking of something else. Somehow she knew for sure that Milady was thinking of the same thing. And she wondered how long it would be before the thought was brought out into the open so that they could go ahead and do it instead of just talking about it. After all, her name was Undine-and that had a very special significance now.
But it was a secret significance, too. Their own very special secret. Slave Undine and Milady Elinor had a secret that was all their own-and wasn't it exciting?
CHAPTER FIVE
Denise knew she was in for a rough time. Thus far it hadn't been so bad; she was just lying on her back comfortably and licking Milady Barbara's ass through the hole in the seat of the canvas lawn-chair. No, this part was fine and her tongue was enjoying the little games she made up while stabbing upward into the mistress' ass-hole.
But it was bound to get worse. It always did when Milord Abner was around. Every mistress did her best to put on a show for him-and Denise had been used in such demonstrations often in the past. At the moment, though, she just lay there and licked ass and hoped she looked all right. After taking so much trouble with it, she hoped her blonde hair was still nicely slicked back and neat. And she hoped her eye makeup was still okay; without it her pale blue eyes always looked kind of washed-out-and that would be bad if Milord Abner ever got a close look at them.
Luckily, though, she was under the chair and could close her eyes and just go on tonguing Milady Barbara's ass-hole without interruption. Milady and Milord were having a conversation between themselves. Something about some new plants that Milord Abner had brought in, hothouse plants that required special care. Milord Abner was an amateur gardener; he had a flower bed out on the lawn that he took great pride in, although it was usually left almost untended except when he came in to take care of it personally. And now, judging from what she could hear of the conversation, Denise knew that there were new plants to take care of-and she wondered if they too would require the same type of attention, the kind that was done by the slaves under Milord Abner's personal supervision.
Lying under Milady's ass like this, Denise couldn't see Milord Abner, she could only hear his voice. But she knew what he looked like. Kind of small. Old and ugly, with a big nose-and always in that weird leather costume of his. Denise didn't really mind the old guy. She was very respectful, of course, but Milord Abner wasn't nearly as cruel as the mistresses. Not like Milady Barbara, certainly!
"Milord, wouldn't you care to come closer and see my humble slave at her intimate worship?"
"Uh, yes, thank you, Barbara."
"Denise is quite well-trained, you know. Her tongue isn't the longest, of course, but she's done well with what she has."
"Fine, fine, glad to hear it. I assume Joanne is still best in the tongue department, yes?"
"That's true. Although one of the new girls may soon match her in size. The one named Mimi. A fine natural tongue. It will be great after a few more lessons."
Denise heard the words and felt rage inside herself. It was awful to hear Mimi praised like that. She still wasn't forgetting her bitten finger-and she had vowed to get revenge against Mimi for it. Revenge!
"Tell me, Barbara, how are they coming along in your opinion? The two new slaves, I mean. I've already checked with Ken, but I do like to hear everything."
"Well, I think both will fit in quite nicely. Undine is a meek little thing; she'll give us no trouble at all. Mimi is a stronger type and might need rough treatment before she's broken in, but it's only a matter of time. You might be interested in her yourself, Milord. She used to be a dancer and has an excellent body."
"Oh? You're suggesting I take a hand in her training? I don't often do that."
"I know. But you'll have fun with that one. And even though it's not your particular kick, swinging a whip is an awfully nice way to let off steam now and then."
"Hmm. How right you are! And speaking of letting off steam ... uh, how about yourself, Barbara? Got anything interesting to show me?"
"Always, Milord." Barbara wriggled in her chair for a moment, almost regretful about parting with that hot tongue down there. But she stood up, clambering out of the specially designed chair, and picked up one of the three whips lying on the grass. "Denise!"
"Yes, Milady?"
"Out here. Hurry!"
"Right away, Milady." Denise scrambled.
"Remember that up-and-down boot-kissing exercise I taught you the other day?"
"Yes, Milady. I remember it very well. Would you like to have me do-"
"Not to me. Over thereto Milord Abner. Quickly. Show our dear lord and master how obedient you are." Barbara snapped the whip with a flourish.
Denise dropped flat on her face and licked Milord Abner's boots. The whip struck her back one time. She leaped up and stood at attention. The whip struck her breasts. She fell and kissed the man's boots again. And as if the pattern had been thoroughly ingrained in her, she went on like that. Licking a boot until the whip cracked. Leaping to her feet and standing until the whip cracked again. And dropping down to repeat the entire cycle.
And each crack of the whip was a vicious one. Blood began to trickle and then flow, blood from her tits and blood from her ass. But she went on jumping up and down and suffering from the pain and listening to Milord Abner laugh and compliment Milady Barbara for her inventiveness. Oh yes, Denise was having a rough time. Milord took her inside and tied her to a chair, thrusting a rolling pin inside her cunt, after he had tied her up. Then, with a gun at her throat, he ordered her to jerk him off.
* * *
Never in all her life had Mimi been so miserable. Since being kidnapped and transported to this hellish place, she had gone through plenty of torture. She had much hatred in her heart.
But the grudge she bore against Ken transcended all her other hatreds. The bastard was a fiend. How could she live through such agony? Was Ken trying to kill her?
Mimi was naked except for hose and heels. Naked and firmly bound to another man in a chair-bound at the ankles and bound at the wrists behind her back-and the horrible position made her breasts terribly vulnerable. They stuck out as if they were deliberate targets for Ken's mouth, and he made sure that he did plenty of damage to her soft flesh.
Worst yet, he had fastened some kind of rope around her belly; the end of it came through her crotch from behind and was clutched in his other hand. A yank of the cord pulled it up high into the crack of her crotch, the long crack formed by her ass and cunt, and it hurt like blazes. Then too, each tug of his hand pulled her belly forward, making her all the more vulnerable.
Tears flowed from Mimi's eyes as the teeth cut her tits every now and then. Tears in her eyes and rage in her heart, and yet she was absolutely helpless. More horrible yet, the man didn't even seem to be enjoying it. He was doing it only to teach her a lesson, he kept saying.
"P-please, Milord, I've already learned my lesson. I'll do exactly as you tell me."
"You should have been doing it ages ago. You should have been loving your mistresses all this time, not merely showing respect for them."
"I-I understand, Milord. I'll love my mistresses. I'll love them very much."
"You'll suck their cunts?"
"Yes, Milord. I'll suck their cunts."
"You'll suck their cunts and you'll love it. You'll love their cunts and you'll love them for allowing you the privilege of sucking them."
"Oh yes, Milord ... " Mimi kept wailing through her tears, trying to placate the monstrous little sonofabitch who kept yanking the crotch cord and swinging the whip. "I'll love all my mistresses and I'll be very grateful for the privilege of sucking their cunts."
"Asses too."
"Asses too, Milord. I'll kiss their asses."
"You'll tongue them."
"I'll tongue them, Milord. I'll run my tongue into their ass-holes and love every minute of it."
"You ll suck their asses. That's all you are, slave, you're an asssucker."
"I'm an asssucker, Milord."
"A lesbian asssucker."
"I-I ... "
Crack! The whip struck her nipple fiercely. "YYEEEOWW!"
"Speak up, Mimi. I didn't hear you tell me that you are a lesbian asssucker."
"Oh! Yes! Oh, Milord, I am, I am. I'm a lesbian. I'm an asssucker. I'm a lesbian asssucker! But please don't hit me any more, it's killing me."
"Nonsense. It's for your own good. I'm merely teaching you a lesson in self-understanding."
"S-self-understanding?"
"Exactly. For many years you've thought of yourself as a girl who will some day fall in love with a man and get married and raise children. Isn't that true?"
"I-I ... "
"Answer me, Mimi. Let's have the truth."
"I-yes, Milord, it's true."
"Well, now you must think otherwise. You'll never fall in love with a man, not Master Ken and not me. And we're the only men you'll ever see. No, Mimi, you'll fall in love with a woman. Because you're a lesbian."
"Oh. Yes, Milord. No men. I'm a lesbian."
"You needn't try to fool me, young lady. I've been conned by the best of them. I know very well that you don't really consider yourself a lesbian right now. But just you wait and see. You'll be a real lesbian before long. You'll suck cunt and get hot while you're doing it. You'll beg for the privilege of doing it some more."
"I-I'll beg, Milord. I promise."
"Hah! Who cares about your promises? No, Mimi, you don't have to promise a fucking thing. You'll beg to suck cunt and lick ass because it will make you happy. You'll become a lesbian because that's simply the way things are done around here. You'll be that way because I say so."
The whip kept striking and the belly-cord kept cutting into her crotch, but somehow Mimi knew she would live through this ordeal. Even in the midst of her misery, she wasn't so frightened any more. Formidable as he appeared, she knew now that Abner Glitch was just a perverted little man who hid behind the skirts of his lesbian employees and had no real strength or courage of his own.
Mimi knew the type. In the old days he would have been a stage-door Johnny, more interested in looking like a playboy than in actually being one. And she vowed then and there to exploit his weakness some day...
* * *
Milady Elinor's ass was beautiful and Undine adored it with her lips happily. She kissed the round buttocks as skillfully as she could, and wished that she had even more skill to display in this delectable task. She was justly proud of her cunt-lapping ability now; after much practice she was now quite good at it. But as yet she hadn't perfected her ass-loving technique.
Still, even without great skill, she knew she was pleasing her mistress. And she was pleasing herself, of course, since anything that pleased Milady Elinor was just fine. Undine lapped and licked the domed buttocks and slowly edged her caresses down into the dark crack where the final goal waited for her tongue.
"Ah..."
"Milady? Am I doing it right?"
"You're learning, darling. Yes, you're coming along just fine. Point your tongue now."
"Mmmmmm?"
"That's it. Shove it in."
"Ummm..."
"Now wiggle it around. All around inside my ass-hole, wiggle your tongue so that I can really feel it."
"Mmmmm, I love it ... "
"Of course. And it loves you. Oh yes, there's nothing nicer in all the world than a loving tongue and a loving ass-hole. They go so well together."
"Mmmmm ... y s, Milady."
"But perhaps I'm exaggerating a little. There are other nice things too, aren't there?"
"Yes, Milady. Cunt ... "
"Oh? You like my cunt?"
"Love it. Love your ass. Love your cunt. Oh, Milady, I love all of you. Everything about you."
"Everything? Think, now."
"Everything. This ... mmm..."
"Oh, I know you love my ass, you're really proving that to me. But everything?"
Undine was puzzled, but she kept licking. Then, abruptly, the light dawned and she wasn't so puzzled any more. She knew what Milady was talking about. Wasn't it the same thing that they always talked about in such moments?
"M-Milady?"
"Yes, dear. Do you want to stop?"
"Uh ... not really. I love your ass-hole. But could I just talk to you for a minute?"
"Little rascal. You talk very well even when your mouth is down there and kissing my ass. But yes, of course, you may stop if there's something important on your mind. How could
I deny you anything, darling?"
"Milady, I love you so much. You're so good to me and I'll be your slave forever. Your loving slave, your loving cunt-lapper and your loving ass-licker."
"I know. What's so important about that? Did you have to stop sucking my ass just to tell me that you-"
"Oh! Forgive me, Milady, forgive me for interrupting you. That's not why I stopped. No, it was something else. Something that really is important."
"Hmm. In that case, speak up."
"Yes, Milady. I said I love everything about you, remember? Well, I've been thinking about it and I know now that I love your peepee too."
"Undine! You darling!"
"M-Milady? It pleases you?"
"Very much. You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say that."
"Oh. I'm sorry I took so long. But I'm only a slave, Milady, so I was afraid to come right out with it."
"Never you mind. For something like that, I'll always be willing to listen. Next time don't be afraid."
"Thank you, Milady. Then I'll tell you. I loved feeling your hot peepee falling into my hand. And then when I rubbed myself with it ... oh, Milady..."
"You liked that?"
"It got me so excited!"
"Hmm. Little devil. Now you've got me excited. And I suppose we ought to do something about it, eh?"
"Yes, Milady. I'm at your service."
"At my service. How nice. Now get up, darling, and go into the bathroom. Lie down in the tub and wait for me."
"Milady? In-in the bathtub? With no water in it?"
"Hurry! In the tub. Face up. Forget about the water; I'll give you something better to bathe in. Go!"
Undine went. Scurrying in feverish excitement, she raced to obey, stepping over the side of the tub and dropping down into it. The sudden chill sent a shiver through her warm body, a shiver that was painful and delicious at the same instant. Staring upward, she waited impatiently and prayed that Milady would come to her soon.
Then, with eyes wide, she looked at Milady Elinor climbing up over her. Milady looked so beautiful. So exciting! Whatever was going to happen, Undine could scarcely contain herself; she was all but dying for the miracle to begin.
Then the mistress smiled down at her. Somehow Milady Elinor appeared amorous and arrogant at the same time. And Undine's eyes moved down from her smiling face, down across her lovely big tits, down to the patch of dark brown hair, the patch of hair and the flesh of pinkness behind it. Oh, would it never happen? Please, please make it happen, Undine prayed silently.
And then, after a small sigh, Milady wriggled a little and let it happen. A trickle. A trickle of hot moisture from her cunt. A trickle of peepee.
"Did you feel that, my dear."
"Yes. It felt wonderful."
"More?"
"More. Much more, Milady."
The trickle began again and turned into a stream that struck Undine's belly. The stream thickened and gained power and moved up toward her tits.
"Undine, I'm doing it. I'm doing it to you."
"Yes, Milady, you're peeing on me and I love it. Pee on me some more. All you've got."
"All I've got, eh? All right, darling, now you're going to get it. I'm pissing on you!"
The stream flowed and purled and shot out of Milady's cunt and landed all over Undine. Splashes of it landed upon her cheeks. It felt delightful. She managed to move a little so that she could feel more of it that way. Now there was some on her lips.
Somehow, that shocked her a little and she didn't move any more, she just let it hit her belly and her tits and there were only tiny splashing droplets coming up as far as her face.
"Use your hands. Rub it in."
"Mmmmm, love it, Milady."
"Rub it into your cunt. Wait. Let me aim it. I'll piss right into your pretty cunt. There!"
"Oh! It feels so good!"
"Rub it, rub it, rub my piss into your cunt and let me see you come like that."
"C-come?"
"Yes. Now. Climax. With my piss..."
The very words were enough to send Undine to the edge of her ecstasy. And the hot piss and her hot hands and the hot sight of her marvelous hot mistress towering over her like that, so hot, so hot, so hot. . .
"Coming, little one?"
"Oooh!"
"Good. Do it. Enjoy my piss."
Undine had never enjoyed anything so much in her life. She rubbed the liquid deep in the folds of her pussy. And as her climax struck, she licked her lips and tested the taste and realized that it was nice there too. She almost wished she had opened her mouth when she had the chance.
CHAPTER SIX
A telephone call had interrupted Milady Barbara's sport and now she was off in another part of the house, leaving the two slaves behind. Mimi and Undine waited for her return and suffered in their bonds.
Mimi was the worse off. She lay flat on her back on the floor, her wrists bolted down and her ankles held by ropes that allowed some leg movement but not much. The ropes were tied to two metal rings bolted to the floor. As always, Milady Barbara had done a very efficient job and would soon be returning to continue her efficiency.
Undine had a little more freedom; her wrists and ankles were firmly bound, but at least she could wriggle around. And as they waited for Milady Barbara to come back, they were taking advantage of the breathing spell in comparatively good humor. In this weird place, even a few moments without pain was a real blessing.
"I hope she stays a long time," Undine was saying. "Milady Barbara is so mean!"
"Mean is right. She's a fucking bitch."
"Mimi, please, not so loud. Someone will hear you."
"You're right, honey. Okay, let's talk about something else. Something nice, for a change. Are you still having a good time with Milady Elinor?"
"Oooh, yes, I think she's absolutely divine!"
"Oh? She doesn't beat you?"
"Nope. Not ever. She's really sweet to me. We do some wild things together, though, things I never heard of before. But it's always fun with Milady Elinor."
"Hey, you sound as if you're in love with her."
"Well ... "
"Undine, you're lucky. You really have a nice-"
"Hush! Wait. I think I hear someone coming."
They lay there with bated breath, expecting the towering blonde mistress to come striding in to take up where she had left off. But it wasn't Milady Barbara. Mimi's heart sank when she saw who had entered the room.
Denise!
"Well now ... " Denise posed there arrogantly, more like a mistress than a slave. "Look who's here. And all tied down on the floor. What luck!"
"You-you'd better go," Undine said. "Milady Barbara will be coming back any minute."
"Oh, no. I just passed her. She's with Milord Abner and I'm sure she won't be back for a while. So I think maybe I'll have some fun."
"F-fun?" Undine murmured.
"Listen, kid, this is between Mimi and me, so just mind your own fuckin' business, see? Keep your mouth shut and I'll let you alone."
Mimi strained against her bonds, terribly aware of her vulnerable position. Bad enough to be hurt by a mistress; now she was in trouble with a slave. There was a frightening note of menace in Denise's voice, a sound that made Mimi sorry she had ever bitten that finger and made an enemy.
Grinning over her good fortune, Denise prodded Mimi's ribs with the pointed toe of her boot. "Hey, you don't look very glad to see me."
"Please, Denise, don't ... "
"Oh shit, how can I resist?" Again the boot prodded, more roughly this time.
"Stop that," Undine said. "Let her alone. We've got trouble enough without you butting in."
Denise glared at her. Momentarily distracted from the joy of making Mimi cringe, she moved to the delicate Undine and slapped her face. Hard. Once. Twice. A third time-and tears welled up in the soft violet eyes.
"Listen, kid, I told you to mind your own business. So just shut up! like I said, this little spat is between Mimi and me. So keep out of it!"
"Better do as she says," Mimi said, her heart thumping in fear and yet full of pity for her sweet friend. "Undine, just be quiet and let her have her fun."
"Yeah, that's smart," Denise snapped. Once more for good measure, she slapped Undine's face and then turned her attention back to Mimi.
A faint whimper sounded from Undine.
Denise began using her boot again, prodding Mimi's helpless body. The point dug into her naked breasts and brought an involuntary gasp to her lips. She tried to remain silent, trying not to give any satisfaction to the vicious slave who had suddenly stepped into the role of mistress. But Denise was making it rough on her; a sharp kick of the boot caught Mimi under the chin and brought tears to her eyes.
"Yeah, now you're getting the message, baby. Next time maybe you won't be so quick to bite my finger, huh?"
"It was an accident. I didn't mean to. I never wore one of those training-bits before."
"Accident, huh? Shit! That's a fuckin' lie. You bit me on purpose and now you're going to pay for it."
Mimi winced as the swinging boot slammed her nipple. But she knew better than to beg for mercy. It wouldn't have helped. Her enemy was taking advantage of the opportunity to work off her grudge. And with poor Undine watching in horror, Mimi clenched her teeth and struggled to avoid making a sound as the boots kept kicking.
* * *
The conversation between Abner and Barbara was somewhat bizarre, even though it had scientific overtones. Botany was the topic of discussion.
"You're not putting me on, Barbara? You think shit will actually work on my new plants?"
"It's the truth, Milord. I put in a long-distance call to this old gardener friend; he's been raising exotic hothouse plants for years and he knows all about them. Human shit is the best fertilizer."
"Hmm. Very interesting."
"Human shit-and plenty of it."
"I understand. All right, Barbara, let's try it. After all, what can we lose? Just a little shit."
Barbara chuckled. "You know something?
As soon as I hung up I got an idea about how to do it. We might as well have some fun while we're at it, right?"
"Oh? What's your idea?"
"Well, I haven't got it all figured out yet, but in general it's like this. We appoint one of the slaves to do the job, any slave that's been disobedient, since it's going to be a punishment. Rosalie, for instance; she acted kind of snotty yesterday and needs some extra discipline. Okay, we give her the title of 'shit-slave'-and that means she has to deliver the fertilizer to the flowers. She'll wait within call and every time a mistress goes to the bathroom, the appointed shit-slave will scoop up a whole mess of it and run right down to the plants with it."
"Hmm. Hot fertilizer, eh?"
"You bet. And so it won't cool off, maybe each mistress can shit right into her hands. Anyway, we'll work out something like that if it's okay with you. How about it, Milord, want me to make the arrangements?"
"By all means, Barbara. Go to it. Yes, I'd like very much to see a shit-slave in action. But do it soon, will you? My poor plants are dying from lack of nutrition."
* * *
On her knees and licking the boots of her beloved Milady Georgette, petite platinum-haired Rosalie was in seventh heaven. She had all but forgotten the implied threat of punishment from Milady Barbara after her regrettable moment of disobedience yesterday. In the presence of dear Milady Georgette there was only happiness.
Georgette herself was quite comfortable and looking forward to a quiet spell of relaxation. Since the arrival of Milord Abner, things had been rather hectic around the place; she was glad to take a little rest.
At the moment, she was munching a sandwich and sipping a cup of tea. And she was being served by the slave Francie. But it wasn't the sandwich and tea that Francie's service was concerned with, oh no, Georgette had cute little ivory-skinned Rosalie to attend such wants. There beside her, Rosalie was completely at her disposal-while tousle-haired Francie was merely serving as something to sit on.
Francie's head was bent way back and resting face-up upon a leather hassock. Jaws stretched wide to form the most solid and stable of seats, her face bore the weight of the mistress without moving. Not even her tongue was in motion, since Milady Georgette wore panties and seemed interested in comfort rather than sex.
Comfort and food. "Good sandwich," Georgette murmured between bites and swallows. "Rosalie dear, would you like a little taste?"
Rosalie raised her head from the boots, peering up at her adored mistress. "Oh, thank you, yes, Milady. If you think I should."
The mistress smiled and broke off a piece of the sandwich and thrust it into the slave's mouth.
Rosalie swallowed it happily and then went on licking Milady's fingers. All the slaves got plenty to eat at Stormcrest so the sandwich itself had no meaning, but the taste of the delicious fingers was terribly exciting and she sucked them into her mouth, licking the fingertips with her tongue and praying that they wouldn't be withdrawn.
"Such a greedy little slave..."
"Mmmmm?"
"I'll bet you want more."
"Ummm..."
"Well, do you?"
"Yes, Milady. But there's something else I'd rather have. Something better than the sandwich."
"Oh?"
"You know."
Wriggling on her perch and squashing the other slave's face underneath her, Georgette nodded slowly. "I think I do know what you want."
"Oh yes, Milady." Rosalie's beseeching expression could have melted the hardest of hearts. "I want to suck your beautiful cunt, that's what I want. Please? Would you allow me that privilege?"
"You're hot, eh? Not only greedy but hot too. Such a hot and greedy slave girl ... "
"I'm hot and greedy for you, Milady. Please? Won't you let me do it to you?"
"Hmmm. When you beg me like that ... " Georgette rose suddenly. "Take off my panties."
Eagerly, Rosalie complied with the command, aflame with anticipation. She was about to get something much sweeter than a sandwich in her mouth. Oh yes, only the pulpy ripe fruit of Milady's cunt would satisfy her.
Georgette glanced down. "Francie, I want your tongue now. Right up my ass-hole." Then, calmly, she sat right down again, her flesh now bared to both tongues. "Eat me, Rosalie. While I eat my sandwich."
"Oh, Milady
With her legs spread for her favorite little slave to dive between, Georgette ground her body down hard on Francie's face and munched her sandwich. Now she had a tongue up her ass and a tongue in her cunt. All three were enjoying a nice light snack. And Georgette was especially glad to take this pleasant little rest.
And as always in Stormcrest, a mistress took her ease and still managed to make use of a slave. Or in this case, two slaves...
"Hey, what goes on?"
Georgette glanced around. "Hi, Barbara. I'm just getting a little two-headed attention. Want one of them?"
"Thanks, no, not at the moment. But one of them is going to have a special job to do soon.
I was just talking to Milord Abner about his new flowers-the ones that are practically wilting-and we came up with a clever new idea."
"Oh? Do tell."
Crouched in front of her mistress and reveling in the pulpy ripe cunt-fruit, Rosalie paid no attention to the conversation until she heard her own name mentioned. Then, horrified, she felt a tremor run through her body at the thought of the new degradation she would soon undergo. A shit-slave? How awful! And yet, even as she listened to the description of her duties, she was careful to keep on licking and loving and bringing pleasure to the mistress she adored.
Barbara finished her description. "How about it? Think it's a good idea, Georgette?"
"Marvelous. And you're going to begin with Rosalie?"
"Uh-huh. She got fresh with me yesterday, so this will be her punishment. But I've got a hunch that all the slaves will have a turn at it."
"I'm sure they will. Sounds like fun."
"Well, I haven't figured out all the details yet ... " Then, grinning, "Hey, looks like you're having fun."
"Fun is right. Care to join me?"
Barbara shook her head. "No, honey, I just remembered something I'd better take care of. I left a couple of slaves tied up and I'd better go release them."
And as the mistress strode off, little Rosalie put the coming ordeal out of her mind and concentrated all her efforts on Milady Georgette's cunt. Around this place it was better to forget tomorrow and live for today.
* * *
Undine was deliriously happy. And she had it coming to her. After that terrible thing with Denise she deserved some pleasure. Luckily, Milady Barbara had come in and released them from the bonds without doing any more torture, but crouching there and watching poor Mimi get kicked by that bitch Denise had been bad enough. So it was good to be back with Milady Elinor again, back where there was only love.
And such a wonderful kind of love! Undine kept making little sounds of glee as the delicious cunt and ass rocked back and forth on her face. It was new to her, this different kind of lovemaking, and she was really excited. It hurt a little, of course, since all of Milady's weight was on her face and crushing her nose and cheeks and mouth as it rocked, but Undine didn't mind that kind of hurt. It wasn't deliberate. Not like a whip. No, this was just a nice sexy hurt.
"Undine..."
"Mmmmmm?"
"I know you can't talk right now, but I must tell you how good it feels. Shall I."
"Mmmmmm..."
"I'm smearing my cunt and ass on your face. I keep feeling your tongue too. And your nose. That pretty nose of yours feels just lovely in my ass-hole..." Milady Elinor's voice was almost gasping. "Oh, nice, nice, my darling slave, I can just feel your love for me."
Love. Undine glowed. And a few moments later when Milady erupted in a hot climax, Undine loved it so much that she decided she would never again wash her face.
But in the cooling aftermath, Milady Elinor looked at her and giggled a little and touched her cheek. "Darling, your pretty face is so smeared."
"Uh-huh. Smeared with love, Milady."
"Such a darling, my Undine. Hmm ... my Undine. When I call you that I always think of the water-sprite myth. You remember, darling?"
"Oooh, yes."
"Tsk, tsk. Such a smeared face."
Undine couldn't understand why Milady Elinor kept changing the subject like that, but she went along with it. "I'm never going to wash it, Milady. It's smeared with love. I'll let it stay smeared forever."
"Or until I smear it again, you mean."
"Oh, yes. Smear it some more. I loved the feeling of sucking your cunt and your ass-hole at the same time. like I was smothered in it."
"You didn't mind my using you, then? That's what I was doing, Undine. Using your face. I was fucking myself on your pretty face."
"Use me, use me. Any time, Milady. I'm your slave-and isn't that what a slave is for?"
"Such an angel, my Undine. An angel with a smeared face. Hmm. Shall I wash my Undine's face for her?"
It took a moment to sink in and then Undine realized what her mistress really meant. Exhilarated, she set aside her resolution about never washing her face.
"Milady? Please? Please wash your Undine's face?"
"Go, then. Hurry. You know where."
Oh yes, she knew where, all right, and Undine scampered into the bathroom and lay down in the tub as if she had been doing it all her life. Face up, she settled back and waited for that nice thing to happen again.
"Ready for me, sweetheart?"
"Ready, Milady."
And then the naked body of Milady Elinor was getting up over her again, just like that other time, and Undine thrilled at the inspiring view. It was even better now, the view, because Milady wasn't standing so far back this time and her cunt was much closer.
"Undine, my Undine..."
"Yes, Milady, I'm your Undine."
"I'm going to wash your face."
"My face. With your peepee."
"Your smeared face."
"Your hot peepee."
"Ah . . .yesss!"
And it was just a trickle at first, just like that other time; only it soon became a spraying shower and it wasn't like the other time so much, no, it was sloshing all over her face and on her cheeks and mouth and some of it was oozing between her lips, but she didn't dare open her mouth because she had to he very still and let Milady Elinor wash her face. She managed to taste a little, though, and found it nice. Although she had known all along that it would be like that. Nice. Maybe even nicer if she ever got a real taste of it.
But for now it was enough just to lie in the tub under that hot shower and just let her face get washed. She loved the way Milady was doing it. Pouring out like that. Washing her face with hot peepee...
Washing it with love!
CHAPTER SEVEN
A big business deal at the Glitch Bank cut the boss's holiday short. Abner sat down with his nephew Ken to discuss and offer advice and criticism concerning Stormcrest. He had noticed the too-gentle relationship springing up between the mistress Elinor and the slave Undine, for instance, and suggested that something be done about it. Then too, he was particularly intrigued by one of the new slaves, ex-showgirl Mimi, and had a suggestion for her future training. "Stress the violence," he said. "I'll handle the lesbian angle myself when I get back."
"I'll do that, Uncle Abner. Hmm, let's see. Isn't Aunt Stella due for a little visit shortly? I'm sure she'd make a good teacher for Mimi."
"Fine idea. That sister of mine will know exactly how to bring her along. Your dear Aunt Stella knows all the bitchy tricks of the trade. Yes, the two of them should make a mighty interesting pair."
"Consider it done, Uncle Abner. Anything else now before you leave?"
"Yep. One thing. I know Barbara hasn't worked out all the details yet, but I'd sure like to see the shit-slave in action just once before I go. I want to see how my new plants are going to be fertilized."
Ken grinned and nodded slowly.
And so it was that the "shit-slave" idea was put into operation without delay. Under Milady Barbara's instructions, little Rosalie went right to work.
As always in Stormcrest, even the most bizarre notions were given an extra touch of the bizarre. The shit-slave was to be costumed in white. The costume might vary from day to day, a tight corset one time or just a garter-belt die next perhaps, but always white. And the shit-slave was allowed no gloves but had to keep her hands spotlessly clean from one usage to the next.
Rosalie looked good in white; it brought out the ivory beauty of her complexion. With her blue eyes wide and frightened, the little platinum-blonde slave waited in the upper hallway until the first call for her services was issued.
"Rosalie? In here!"
It was Milady Barbara's voice-as expected-and Rosalie rushed to obey. A turmoil of emotion seethed inside her now that the degrading act was so close. And for a poignant instant she found herself wishing that dear Milady Georgette would interrupt the proceedings and rescue her. A foolish wish, she realized, since Milady Georgette was one of the people watching gleefully from the sidelines along with Milord Abner. For this occasion, this debut of the shit-slave, there was quite an audience.
Once begun though, Rosalie's task required all her concentration and she scarcely noticed the audience. When cruel Milady Barbara commanded, it was best to obey immediately and with total effort.
Milady was on the toilet. "Get your hands under me now and take all I've got." She raised her buttocks up from the seat a little, assuming a half-crouch and allowing Rosalie's hands to take the decreed position.
Struggling to suppress her grimace, Rosalie cupped her palms as the shit fell into them. At that moment the odor seemed more offensive to her than the touch. It took a goodly few moments before the mistress finished.
Then, sharply, "Now go! While it's hot. Carry it down and put it on the plants."
Praying that she wouldn't stumble in her high heels, the newly appointed shit-slave raced down the broad stairway to perform her odious chore. She didn't look at the leering faces. She paid no attention to anything but the successful completion of her mission. She had a job to do, and as a slave who knew what was good for her, Rosalie simply did that job to the best of her ability.
Just the same, though, even as she carried the load of shit to fertilize Lord Abner's plants, she still wished that her service could have been for dear Milady Georgette instead of that cruel Milady Barbara.
* * *
The moment Undine reported to Milady Elinor for duty, she knew something was wrong. But she dropped to her knees in silence and kissed Milady's boots and then lifted her head and waited. Milady wore stockings that were rolled at mid-thigh; she was slipping her hands into a pair of black kid gloves; there was a look of anger on her face-and yet she looked absolutely beautiful. Undine peered up into the naked crotch and licked her lips, eager to suck that delicious cunt but aware that something was amiss.
Elinor's eyes softened as she glanced down at the rapt expression on her slave's face. "Hmm, I see what you're looking at. Would you like a little nibble."
"Oh ... yes, Milady."
"Just lick. Let's not get too sexy. You and I have some business to take care of."
"B-business, Milady?" Undine nuzzled up between the solid thighs and reveled in the nice cunt-taste.
"I'll tell you all about it, my dear. Much as I hate the idea, I'm going to have to hurt you. Master Ken complained that I'm too gentle with you-so this is something we'll just have to bear together."
"Oh..."
"I hope you won't hate me for it afterward."
"No, Milady, I could never hate you. If it's necessary, go ahead and whip me. I'd rather you did it than anyone else. I love you, Milady."
"Little darling."
"Mmmmmm..."
Elinor broadened her stance, still smoothing the gloves upon her forearms. "Suck a little now. Suck, suck, it'll give us both the strength and courage to go on."
"Mmmmm ... yes ... love you..."
"But it won't be a whipping, my dear. If I used a whip on you I'd have to do it hard-much too hard-because I'm sure we'll be observed. No, darling, I don't want to bruise that lovely body of yours. I'll hurt you as little as possible, but we've got to make it look good, understand?"
"Whatever you say, Milady."
"Come then. We're going outdoors."
Outside on the lawn, Elinor glanced up surreptitiously and saw a movement behind the blinds of an upstairs window. As expected, the boss's nephew was watching. She shrugged and turned away, suppressing her wrath, and began to carry out the necessary torture of her beloved slave.
Nude but for nylon stockings and high-heeled pumps, one of the custom-fitted pairs that had come in by mail recently, Undine looked absolutely lovely. Her golden hair was done up in a pony tail, giving the impression of extreme youth. Except for the luscious development of her willowy body, she might have been a fifteen-year-old girl about to be punished.
Elinor had worked out the torture details beforehand. Told to keep her knees stiff, the slave was bent over forward and her wrists fastened by cords to a pair of wooden pegs pounded into the earth. In that position, her ass stuck out and the fringed lips of her cunt were visible from behind.
The weapon was simple, just a straight metal rod with a little ball at the end. Elinor put the ball to the cunt lips and inserted it slowly. The slave's body stiffened at the intrusion.
"Relax, darling. Get loose and it will go in easier. But squirm around and look as though it's very painful. You can scream a little if you want to."
Undine's taut muscles went limp. The rod slithered in easily. Feigning cruelty, Elinor fucked the pink cunt with long strokes of her arm.
"Oooh, Milady..."
"Hurt?"
"N-no. I-I like it."
"You're not supposed to like it, Undine. Don't be so stupid. We're being watched."
"Oh. I understand."
Elinor shoved the rod in harder. Undine wailed aloud and made a pretense of undergoing great pain, but she wasn't very convincing. Again, warily, Elinor glanced up at the window. They were being observed, sure enough, and that bastard up there wasn't being fooled.
"Make it look good, you silly girl."
"I-I'm trying ... "
Elinor shook her head. She pulled the rod out all the way and took new aim. And even though it broke her heart to inflict such agony upon this delicate body, she rammed the blunt end into the slave's ass-hole.
Undine yelped, genuinely hurt. Her body jerked and her right hand snapped back to protect herself, acting of its own volition. The sudden movement was too much for the thin cord; it broke at the abrupt jerk of her arm.
Enraged by the mishap, Elinor saw no alternative but to go on hurting the girl. She kicked the slim legs and shoved Undine to the ground. Then, from above, she went on fucking the agonized ass-hole with the metal rod. Until, after a long time-and a symphony of screams from the tortured slave-she checked the window again and realized that the detested onlooker was no longer looking on. Then and then only did she extract the rod.
"Dry your tears, darling. It hurts me to see you cry."
"Oh ... blub..."
"Here, stop crying, it wasn't that bad. Dry your tears on my ass. Here. Now!"
That did it. Undine forgot her tears and tried to forget the pain in the sudden ecstasy of obeying the command. She licked Milady Elinor's delectable ass and hoped that all their pains would soon go away.
* * *
Everything at Stormcrest went on as usual after Abner Glitch's departure, but it was a lot more relaxed in general. Barbara took a trip to the nearby city and bought herself a new pair of shoes. It was an impulsive gesture, since they weren't the kind of shoes ordinarily worn on the estate. The heels were certainly high enough, but sandals simply weren't worn around the place, and these had only delicate and dainty straps instead of the usual closed toes.
Barbara enjoyed the cool freedom; she was wandering among the slaves being trained on the lawn and the coolness made her feet feel good. For a while she was overly conscious of them, however, and she had inflicted two good whippings before she finally forgot about the sandals.
Then, abruptly, they were back on her mind again-and because of a slave. There was a look in tousle-haired Francie's eyes that she hadn't seen before.
"Francie, what the hell are you looking at?"
"M-Milady?"
"Answer my question? Why were you staring down at my feet like that?"
"Oh. I'm sorry. Was I staring?"
Spat! Barbara swung her ever-present whip. "Damn right you were staring. And I want to know why."
The girl looked down almost shamefully. "Milady, your feet. They're so pretty. They look so nice in those sandals."
"Oh? That's meant as a compliment, I assume. You like my new sandals?"
"Very much, Milady. Could I-uh..."
Barbara sat down on one of the lawn chairs. "Yes, my dear, since it seems to mean so much to you. Kneel down and kiss them."
With a little cry of pleasure, Francie flung herself down and began licking. Her tongue traced the dainty leather straps worshipfully. But soon, almost as if she couldn't help herself, she began licking flesh instead.
Barbara smiled. It was a pleasant sensation, this feeling of a damp tongue lapping her toes. A sensation she wasn't accustomed to. Because of Milord Abner's fetish for boots and pumps, bare feet were somewhat unusual out on the lawn-and her feet were almost bare. She realized that the slave was worshiping her feet rather than the shoes.
"You like my feet, slave?"
"Yes, Milady. So beautiful ... "
"Not the shoes? The sandals?"
"Oh, I like them too. But I've never seen your feet bare, Milady-and I just didn't know..."
"Hmm. After this, I won't keep you from them, my dear. I find I enjoy having my feet licked."
"Milady?"
"Yes, Francie."
"Could I-mh, could I take off the sandals so that I can suck your pretty toes."
"You really want to?"
"Oh yes, Milady. I love your feet. Kissing them gets me all excited. Only I wish they were really bare. I-I wish I could lick the soles."
"You can, Francie. Not now, though. I'd rather not take the sandals off out here. Tonight, though, you may come to my room and make love to my feet all you want to."
"Milady! Thank you."
"Yes, I think we'll both enjoy it. Meanwhile though, just go on as you are."
With the tousled blonde head bent over her feet, Barbara glanced around to see if another slave was idle. She caught a glimpse of Undine just standing there in the distance and rubbing her backside.
"Undine? Come here."
Immediately, the lovely slave approached, her violet eyes timid and frightened in anticipation of some harsh command. Barbara looked at her quizzically, nodding in satisfaction as she sank to her knees by the chair.
"I'm wearing new sandals, Undine. Francie noticed them and thought they were very pretty. Do you agree?"
Undine looked down. "Yes, Milady. I agree. Your new sandals are very pretty."
"Kiss them then. Kiss one of them while Francie goes on kissing the other."
Barbara relaxed as both slaves worshipped, forming a judgment of the two. And it was as she had figured: Undine licked the leather straps in the same way that she had licked any other pair of shoes, but Francie was still going wild in her adoration of bare skin. One was a genuine foot-lover and the other merely an obedient slave.
"That's enough, Undine."
"M-Milady?"
"Let Francie have them both. She's much more enthusiastic about my feet than you are."
"Oh. I'm sorry, Milady."
"You should be. You licked my feet as if they gave you a bad taste in your mouth."
"M-Milady? Shall I do it again and show you-"
"Once is enough, Undine. And as for that bad taste, I'm going to fix it for you."
"I-I don't understand, Milady."
"Open your mouth."
"Y-yes, Milady."
Barbara reached down and plucked a thick blade of grass from the lawn. She made a great hawking noise in her throat and then spit on it. A great gob plopped from her lips to the piece of grass and clung there.
"Here, Undine, chew on this."
"M-Milady?"
"Open your mouth and take it!"
With an expression of obvious horror, the slave let the spit-soaked blade of grass be shoved between her lips. She knelt there looking almost sick.
"Chew it, you stupid girl!"
Undine chewed.
"Swallow it."
Undine swallowed.
"Now get out of here. Go back to your Milady Elinor. I know she's made a pet out of you. You've had things easy around here, if you ask me. Too fuckin' easy. One of these days..." Barbara's voice trailed off as she dismissed the slave with an imperious gesture.
Undine ran, evidently terribly upset by the degradation of the spit in her mouth. She looked sick enough to vomit, and Barbara laughed at the way the stupid girl went racing across the lawn. Back to her precious Milady
Elinor for sympathy, no doubt. "Francie."
"Milady?"
"Still want to take my shoes off."
"Oh yes, Milady."
"You want my bare feet, eh."
"Yes, Milady. Could I."
"Go ahead, dear. You've earned the privilege."
"M-Milady?" Francie was already unbuckling the narrow straps, her fingers trembling eagerly.
"Hmm? What now?"
"Uh, Milady, I love your bare feet and I do want to kiss them. But about tonight-mh, you said I should come to your room..."
"Well?"
"If I kiss your bare feet now, will you still let me come and do it tonight? As Mush as I want?"
Barbara chuckled at the slave's sincere plea. "Francie, I'm very pleased with you. Yes, darling, you may come and make love to my feet tonight."
"Oh, thank you, Milady."
"And many nights to come, too."
"Milady! They're so beautiful!"
"Kiss, kiss."
Francie kissed. She took each foot in her hand and cradled it to her naked breasts lovingly, then lifted it to her lips in a worshipful motion. After that, now that she had greeted each newly bared foot as a ritual, she truly set upon her labor of love.
"Mmmmm ... your tongue..."
"Your lovely feet ... "
"Ah yes, that's nice. I do love the way you lick the soles. Such a nice kind of kiss. Don't you think so, my dear? Francie? Do you like kissing the soles?"
"I love it, Milady. With my tongue. Not just a kiss, though. See? A long lick..."
"Ah!"
"Mmmmmm..."
"Tonight. As much as you want."
"Tonight. like this, Milady. Your pretty toes. I'll take them in my mouth ... mmm..."
"Hey, you'll swallow them!"
"Mmmmm ... love it ... "
And as Francie took her feet between slavish lips, Barbara felt the slow rising of passion in her body. It was almost like the approach of an orgasm. Weird, she thought, that kid will make me come if she keeps on kissing like that. What an absolutely weird thrill!
CHAPTER EIGHT
All the way to Milady Elinor's room, Undine kept wiping her mouth and struggling to stifle her sobs. The door was partially open? she saw Milady inside and couldn't even stop to knock. Near hysterical, she raced in and threw herself at Milady's feet.
"Undine! Hey, what's wrong?" In a flouncy negligee, the mistress was seated at her dressing table. "Honey, what are you so upset about?"
Undine couldn't get the words out. The taste of spit was still in her mouth, the spit of that horrible Milady Barbara, and in all her life Undine had never felt so utterly degraded. Disgust wracked her body and she just lay there and shivered.
Until at last her spasm slackened off. The concern in Milady Elinor's voice warmed her. There was a look of sympathy on Milady's face. And after a while Undine managed to stop sobbing and blurt out her tale of woe.
Milady nodded. "I understand, darling. But aren't you getting all worked up over nothing?"
"N-nothing? Oh, Milady, it was terrible. I had to swallow that blade of grass covered with spit."
"It could have been worse, you know. She could have spit right into your open mouth."
"Ugh!"
"Hugh, dear. You'll soon get over it. And you mustn't ever complain where Milady Barbara might hear you. No telling what might happen then."
"It-it couldn't be much worse. Milady, it hurt when you stuck that long thing up my ass, but that was all right because you told me it had to be done. But this..." Again Undine was close to tears. "Oh, Milady, I wouldn't have minded it so much if..."
"Yes, dear? What were you going to say?"
"N-nothing."
Milady smiled. "I understand. Perhaps it would have been easier coming from me. Is that it?"
"I-I don't know."
"Is spit such an ugly thing in itself? I doubt it. After all, you've tasted my peepee-so why not my spit?"
Undine blushed. She climbed up a little on Milady's alluring body and pressed her cheek to the soft belly-skin; it felt cool and soothing and she realized that her cheek was hot from the blushing sensation. It was true, of course, that she had tasted Milady's peepee. Lying in the bathtub, she had felt it on her lips and even in her mouth while her face was being washed. Funny. Why should she feel so terrible about a little spit?
Because it wasn't Milady Elinor's?
"Darling, you'll have to get over your abhorrence. We ought to do something about it."
"Oh..."
"In fact, I do think it's necessary. And the idea is bizarre enough to appeal to me, Undine. It even gets me a little excited."
"M-Milady? You want to-" Undine had to muster up courage to say it. "You want to do it to me?"
"Hmm. Yes, dear, I really think I should. But I certainly wouldn't do it if I thought you'd break down and get hysterical about it."
"Milady? Would it please you?"
"Well, if you didn't get all upset when it happened, I'd know for sure that you're truly my slave. Mine alone, I mean. It would be symbolic, don't you see?"
"I-I think I understand, Milady."
"And as I said, you've already tasted my peepee, so why not taste my spit?" Milady Elinor stroked Undine's hair in a soothing caress. "Now if I gave you a choice-" Her voice drifted off significantly.
Undine peered up. "Please don't make me."
"Oh?"
"I mean please don't make me choose, Milady. You choose. Whatever you choose is all I want."
"Hmm, such a willing slave. In that case, my dear, I won't have to make a choice. It will be twice as exciting if we do both."
"B-both?"
"Yes. Would you rather not?"
"I-I want to, Milady. Both."
"Shall we start right now?"
"If you say so, Milady."
"No, Undine. Only if you say so."
"Oh. Please. I do say so. You know I want to do everything that makes you happy. I'm your slave."
"Ah! Good."
"How-uh, how shall I-"
"Right here. Just as you are. And there'll be no blade of grass between us. If I do it, I'm going to do it right. I'll spit right into my darling slave's pretty mouth.
"Oh ... yes."
"Turn your face up. Open your mouth." Undine obeyed, steeling herself against the coming ordeal. Much as she loved Milady Elinor, she knew this was going to be indeed difficult. And yet how else could she prove that she was truly a slave? Milady pursed her lips.
But it didn't happen. Undine waited, stretching her jaws wide. But there was no movement, until at last Milady Elinor shook her head abruptly.
"No, darling, I'd better not. It would only upset you. You'd burst out crying, and I've already hurt you enough. I promise I'll never hurt you like I had to out there on the lawn when Master Ken was watching. And in a way, this might be just as much hurt."
Staring upward at the troubled face, Undine felt the warm swelling of love inside her. And suddenly she didn't care, she didn't care about anything but her love-and she wanted it to happen. How else could she prove her love?
"M-Milady..."
"Yes, dear?"
"P-please?"
"Hmm?"
"Do it. Please do it."
"Oh? You mean it?"
"Please ... please."
"You're begging for it?"
"I'm begging you. I'm your slave. Let me show you how much I love you. Give it to me. Your spit. Spit into my mouth. Please?"
"Hmmm-yes, if that's the way you want it. Open your mouth wide, Undine. Open your mouth!"
And then it happened. The gob of white spit tumbled from the pursed lips. Undine tasted it. Somehow the expected sense of nausea just didn't materialize. Nothing upset her. Coming from those lovely lips up there, how could anything upset her? Milady's spit was just fine.
Undine gulped it down and then opened her mouth again in a mute plea for more.
Milady smiled. "More? No, darling, there'll be more another time. Much more. Right now, though, there's something else I promised you. We didn't make a choice, remember? I said you're going to taste both, didn't I?"
"Oh!"
"Go. Into the bathroom. Hurry!"
Exhilarated, Undine leaped up and ran. In the bathroom she started to climb into the tub.
"No, little slave, not there. I'm not doing it just to wash you this time."
"M-Milady?"
"Here. The toilet. That's the place for it. Get on your knees and lean your head back."
"Oh ... like this?"
"Yes. Way back over the toilet." Facing the toilet, Milady moved close. "Center your mouth under me."
Undine obeyed.
"Good girl." Milady glanced beneath her body. "I'm standing backward this time to make it easier for you. I'll do it right in your mouth. Soon you'll learn how to sip it while
I'm sitting the right way, comfortable, you know, but for now this is to get you used to it."
"I-I understand."
"I'm not going to hold back. I'll do it right. I'll piss into your mouth."
"Oh ... yes..."
"And you'll drink it."
"I-I'll drink it."
"As much as you can. The rest will pour down your face and into the bowl. It's a shame we have to waste it, but until you learn..."
"I'll learn, Milady. I'll try very hard."
"You'll swallow? Try to get every drop."
"Every drop. Oh, Milady, please don't make me wait any longer. I'm so excited!"
"Hmmm-begging again?"
"I'm begging for it."
"In your mouth?"
"Yes, in my mouth."
"Here then, little slave. With all my love."
Undine felt the hot liquid gush and almost swooned in the ecstatic pleasure that it brought. She knew at last that Milady Elinor truly loved her. But still she wasn't finished. She still had to prove her love by being tortured by two of the male slaves that Milady had sent for.
In another moment Milady was calling out instructions to the two men. There was a line of props brought into the room by still another slave. Milady was about to enjoy a show that she produced at Undine's expense. She was pushed to her knees and another one of the male slaves was told to mount her shoulders and then was tied to her keeping her down in that position with all of his weight on her. Then at Milady's request he burned the other male slave's breast with a match he was holding. Milady laughed and enjoyed all the pain that was being inflicted on the two slaves. She called out one order after the next making the male slave put them through all kinds of torture with all of his painful props.
* * *
The arrival of Abner Glitch's sister created quite a stir on the estate. Stella was striking in appearance, not like her brother at all. Some years younger, she had aubum hair and green eyes and a remarkably cared-for body. More to the point, though, Stella had the temperament that made her fit right in with the Stormcrest customs.
"No violence?" she asked Ken. "I'm supposed to train this Mimi person without beating her?"
Ken shrugged. "Those are the orders. But I'm not going to be rigorous about them. If the slave gives you a hard time, do what you please."
"Hard time? Hah! No slave gives me a hard time."
"You handle her in your own way, Aunt Stella. But I suggest you lay off the whip. Too many marks, you know, and Uncle Abner might not like it. Anything else, though."
Stella grinned. "Let me at her. I'll be careful-in my own way. And if she's a good enough slave, maybe she won't need any discipline."
As it turned out, though, Mimi couldn't have passed the test of being a "good enough slave" even if she had been perfect. Ordered to suck cunt, Mimi obeyed immediately and knew that she was doing at least an adequate job. But the cruel sister of Milord Abner had other ideas.
"As a cunt-lapper, you stink, kid."
"I-I'm sorry, Milady." Mimi went on sucking.
"Yeah, baby, you stink."
Mimi swallowed her resentment along with the copious juices. If anything stank, it was this bitch's cunt. Well, no, that wasn't exactly true, considering the perfumed cleanliness of the hairy flesh-but it did Mimi's heart good to think in those terms. The cunt stank. The cunt of every mistress in Stormcrest stank.
"Oh, that's lousy. You need plenty of training. I guess it's been neglected."
"Ummm, I'm sorry, Milady."
"Yeah. But I'd better give you something to be sorry about. Something you'll remember. Okay, you've sucked long enough and I hardly got a buzz out of it. Because you really don't enjoy your work, that's why."
"I-I tried my best. My tongue has been trained. I do all the exercises and-"
"You stupid cunt, it isn't enough just to do exercises, you've got to learn to. love it. That's the only way you'll ever become a true lesbian slave. And since it's my job to teach you..."
"M-Milady? What shall I do? Teach me."
"I'll teach you, all right. But first you've got to respect me as a teacher."
"Oh. But-but I do respect you. You're Milord Abner's sister and I-"
"Never mind Milord Abner. Respect me. Oh shit, we're just wasting time here. Come on, Mimi, I'll just have a knock a little true respect into your thick skull."
Shuddering, Mimi followed her tormentress down into one of the punishment chambers. With a little help from the other mistresses, Milady Stella soon began teaching Mimi how to show respect.
The slave's hands were bound behind her back. A thick rope was firmly looped and knotted around her knees, biting into the nylon stockings, her only clothing other than garter belt and high-heeled pumps. Then the length of rope was put through a pulley fastened to the ceiling. Her body trembled as the rope tightened and slowly tugged her legs upward.
Similarly garbed, except for boots instead of shoes-and a pair of dangling green earrings that matched her eyes and enhanced the auburn of her coronet-braided hair-Milady Stella stood by as the rope was pulled. Every now and then she prodded Mimi, making a tinkling sound with the bangles on her wrist, green jade bangles that went with the earrings. But soon Mimi's legs were out from under her. Her feet rose toward the ceiling, the pumps kicking, and then when her head swung clear of the floor the rope was tied in place. Upside-down like that, Mimi became a human pendulum. Human?
She bit her lips. No, this wasn't a human being hanging here like this, it was an object, a thing, a nothing-just a nothing thing. A slave.
Milady Stella gave her body a push. It swung out and reached the peak of the pendulum swing. Then it swung back. Smack! Right into an upraised knee!
The crunch of the hard kneecap into her unprotected breasts made Mimi whimper. She was swung out and back again, and this time the kicking knee turned the whimper into a loud shriek.
"Respect your teacher," Milady Stella said sternly. "Once and for all, respect your teacher."
Mimi opened her mouth to plead for mercy but immediately thought the better of it. Beg for the impossible? No, it would be useless. She simply had to take her punishment. And then she screamed again and was too agonized to beg even if she had wanted to.
Milady Stella laughed.
And the pendulum swung...
In a white waist-cincher and white stilt-heeled pumps, the shit-slave waited for her next call. Rosalie was used to her task now, she had performed it often. And yet, of all the calls that had come for her services, none had been the hoped-for one.
Now, however, she was tense and expectant, having spotted Milady Georgette going into one of the bathrooms. Rosalie's tour of duty would be over soon, she knew, since she had already heard Master Ken discussing which slave would be replacing her. That was fine, of course, since nothing could be worse than bearing the "shit-slave" title and doing the revolting job that it designated. And yet, unless something happened quite soon, Rosalie knew that she would be ending her assignment with a certain sense of disappointment. Didn't dear Milady Georgette even care about her?
"Shit-slave! I need you!"
At last! Even the ugly name didn't bother Rosalie this time; coming from Milady Georgette it sounded just fine. She scurried to the bathroom and sank to her knees, pressing her lips against one shiny boot.
"You're not here to lick my boots, girl." Milady Georgette emphasized her demand with a flick of the quirt that dangled from her wrist. "You're here for a different purpose entirely, isn't that so?"
"Yes, Milady. I'm at your service." Rosalie held up her cupped hands meaningfully. "But it's been so long since I've been near you."
"Oh? You missed me?"
"I missed you very much, Milady. I kept waiting and waiting for you to call me."
"I see. Well, my dear, I'm beginning to believe you really mean it when you say you love me."
"It's true, Milady. I'm an obedient slave and I'm glad to serve all the mistresses, but you're the only one I'm in love with. I-I get all excited..."
"Excited? With me?"
"With you, Milady." Again Rosalie made the gesture with her waiting hands. "Excited by my shit."
"I-I. . . "
"Never mind. I think I understand. Hmm. There's something I think you should know, my dear. Of all the slaves, I do like you best."
"Oh! Milady!"
"But that creates a bit of a problem, dammit. I'm not allowed to make a pet out of you; it's against the Stormcrest rules. So I'll have to whip you as hard as I whip any other slave, are you aware of that?"
"Whip me, Milady. Hard as you please. Do anything you like to me. Only please don't ignore me, please don't just pass me by. I love you."
"All right. We understand each other now. You can be my favorite slave, but we'll have to keep it a secret. I'll have to be very mean to you in front of the others. Even meaner than the other mistresses."
Rosalie nodded happily. She knew exactly what her beloved mistress meant. It was like the thing that was going on between Undine and Milady Elinor. Rosalie had heard of that romance with a touch of envy. And now that same kind of wonderful thing was happening to herself!
"Be mean, Milady. Whip me."
"Uh-huh. Get ready now. Here it comes. Get your hands in position for my shit."
For a long time Rosalie remained there on her knees and congratulated herself. She didn't mind being the shit-slave now. It had brought a new understanding. Oh, how she loved dear Milady Georgette! And wasn't it thrilling to know at last that her love wasn't in vain?
"There! I'm finished. Go!"
Rosalie rose slowly, more slowly than her assigned task called for, reluctant to leave the august presence of the mistress she adored. She turned toward the bathroom door and cast a beseeching backward glance before she went out.
Then, a moment later, the quirt struck her ass. "I'm going to whip you into action. Go!"
Rosalie broke into a run. The whip followed her. It hurt. It hurt terribly. And she thought sure she would stumble and fall on the way; the heels were so high! But even as she suffered, Rosalie knew that it was all for the best. This was what Milady had meant about being extra cruel. And Rosalie didn't really mind.
Out of breath, she reached the precious flowers and deposited her load upon them. The quirt kept whacking her ass. She turned and flashed a smile of gratitude.
Also breathless from the exertion, Milady Georgette smiled back and stopped whipping. "You did a good job, my dear. I won't hit you any more. But tell me, what's the next step in your procedure? Can you take some time with me or must you prepare for the next call."
"I-I guess I'd better get ready, Milady. If a mistress calls and my hands aren't clean..."
"Oh. You're supposed to wash your hands now?"
"Yes, Milady."
For a long moment, the dark-haired mistress stood there as if in deep thought. Then her black eyes glittered and a new smile broke out upon her beautiful face, a smile of pure radiance.
"Don't wash them, Rosalie. Lick them clean."
"M-Milady?"
"You said you loved me. All right, prove it. Lick my shit from your hands."
"I do love you, Milady. See."
"Little shit-slave..."
"Mmmmmm. I could be your shit-slave forever."
CHAPTER NINE
The instant Elinor stepped across the threshold of Master Ken's room, she knew there would be trouble. That costume! How absolutely weird! And somewhat ridiculous too, she decided. His leather briefs were shaped like a big stiff prick, but it obviously wasn't full. The leather was hard enough to stand up by itself, but she recognized a certain flaccid softness. The guy sure didn't have a hard-on.
He looked pretty wicked though. Aside from the strange garment around his hips, he wore a big round leather collar that hung over his shoulders. And in his hand he carried a wide leather belt that was obviously doubled for action, and a huge dildo that was ready. It was indeed a formidable weapon, and once again Elinor sniffed trouble in the air. She hitched up her lacy panties and waited for the storm to break.
Ken leaned against his desk arrogantly. "Elinor, I called you in for a business talk."
"Okay. So talk."
"Don't get snotty with me."
"Okay, okay, I apologize all over the place. Come on, what's on your mind, Ken?"
"Hmm. So it's not Master Ken anymore. We'll see. But first-here are my orders. You're to put a little more effort into your training of Undine. You can keep her as a pet, but she's still got to be trained, understand?"
"Sure. I'm training her. Didn't you see me shove that rod up her ass the other day?"
"I saw it. I saw the cord break too. Listen, baby, just don't try to con me. All you were doing was putting on a show for me, you damn conniving bitch!"
"Don't you dare! Don't you dare talk to me like that! Who do you think you are?"
"You want to know who I am? I'll show you." Whack! The belt landed on Elinor's hip. "I'm the guy who's going to wallop your ass, that's who I am."
Elinor saw red. The belt hurt. The thought of beating Undine hurt even more. And as the young man swung at her, she lost all sense of reason. There was a paperknife on the desk, a finely wrought gadget that had the sharp blade and point of a dagger. She dove for it.
"You bitch! You'd threaten me with a knife?"
"One step closer and-"
The words choked in Elinor's throat as the man's leg swung upward in a swift arc. The toe of his leather slipper slammed into her crotch, shredding the lacy fabric and shooting into her cunt. She screamed and dropped the dagger as the belt began walloping again.
"From now on you'll do as I tell you, understand?"
Elinor whimpered. Her arm was twisted behind her back now and she could only bow to his superior strength. "I-I understand, Ken. I'll do as you say."
"Master Ken."
"M-Master Ken."
He bent her over the desk, holding her with one hand and whacking her with the other. The torn panties had fallen away, leaving her behind bare. Ken brought another man in and began the scene. Ken shoved the dildo into the guy's mouth and then shoved Elinor onto him. She was about to get the ass-fucking of her life.
"I'm going to fuck you, Elinor. Not because I think you're worth fucking, shit no, it's only because you've got to learn who's boss."
"You-you're the boss."
"You feel that cock."
"I-I feel it."
"Where?"
"It's ... YEEOW! Oh, my ass, my ass!"
"Yeah, bitch, right up your ass. Maybe a good fuck in your fat ass will teach you who's boss. Now shut up and stop squirming around. Just take it! And if you take it right, maybe I'll let you go on having fun with your little pet slave. Maybe I'll let you go on being a mistress. Maybe I won't make a slave out of you."
"Oh-Master-Ken..."
"Yeah. Right up your ass-hole!"
Later, Ken forced her to fuck the man again, and yet again approached her with the monster-dildo. It was a constant terror to her-and a constant reality.
* * *
"My sweet slave girl..."
"Mmmmmm. Your slave girl."
"My slave girl who loves my feet."
"So much, Milady. I love them so much."
"Good girl, Francie." Milady Barbara smiled as she wriggled her toes in Francie's mouth. "Lick them."
The tousle-haired blonde slave complied avidly. Here in the privacy of Milady Barbara's room, she could kiss these feet forever. Her tongue laved the soles and she could feel the hot thrill way down in her belly. All hot and wet. All hot and excited, just from worshiping Milady's bare feet. Funny she hadn't realized it before-bare feet were exciting. Her moist lips parted around the toes, taking time to suck each one in turn.
"Between the toes, darling. Your tongue."
"Yes, Milady. Pretty toes."
"Darling."
Oh, but it was nice to be called darling by Milady Barbara. That too gave her a hot thrill. But no thrill in the world could compare with this. Francie could no longer crouch on the floor, she had to flatten herself out so that she could bury her mouth in the joyous task. She shivered rapturoudly as the other foot glided over her bare back.
"Francie..."
"Mmmmmm-yes, Milady?"
"Lick, lick. You do love my feet, yes?"
"Love them. Oh, I love your pretty feet."
"Would you like to take care of them for me?"
"T-take care of them, Milady?"
"You know. Rub them with lotion once in a while. Do the toenails. Have you ever given a pedicure?"
"Oh. No, never, Milady. But I could learn."
"Do you want to?"
"You know I do, Milady. Let me try and then you can correct me if I make mistakes."
"I might have to whip you."
"Of course, Milady. I'd expect you to. But I'm sure I'll learn quickly."
"I know you will, Francie. Because it's something you'll love doing. I'll get out the kit of polish and stuff and you can begin right now."
"Yes, Milady. Uh-first could I--uh..."
"Hmm?"
"Could I just lick the soles a little more."
"Darling! Do!"
* * *
"Get with it, kid. Suck good."
"I'm trying."
"Bitch! You're not trying hard enough. Or maybe you're trying too hard, Mimi. Yeah, that's an idea." Stella's hand held Memi's head still. "Listen, forget about trying to please me. Just think of cunt. Think of yourself as a lesbian slave, that's all."
"I-I don't know if-"
"No excuses, now. You're supposed to be an actress, aren't you? Well, act the part of a happy lesbian slave. Dive into my cunt as though you loved it."
"Oh..."
"Do it! Now!"
Mimi tried. For the first time she honestly tried to become what this woman wanted her to be. It would be so much better for her if she could only manage it, she realized. It would mean an end to this day-in and day-out sucking. Sometimes she felt as if her entire world consisted of this one hairy wet place. Milady Stella's cunt.
But trying didn't necessarily bring success. I'm a lesbian slave, Mimi told herself over and over again, but she knew it was a he. Worse yet, so did her teacher.
Two hands went down in front of Mimi's face. Fingers stretched the cunt-lips wide apart. "Get in there," Milady Stella muttered. "Rub your stupid face in it, slave. I'll make a real dyke out of you if it kills me."
Mimi rubbed her nose in the suffocating mess. Hoping for at least a mental respite, she conjured up a vision of pretty blonde Undine. Undine, her best friend at Stormcrest. Undine, who was really a lesbian slave at heart. Oh, if she could only be with Undine now.
"No good. Lousy, in fact. But I've got to admit you were real y n there trying, kid, so I'm not going to punish you for it."
"Thank you, Milady." Mimi breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm too hot to quit, though. I'll have to do it myself. I'll just have to use your face and make myself come. Roll over on your back."
Aghast at the notion, Mimi nevertheless acted promptly and got into position. She looked up to see the bare crotch poised above her head. It looked positively revolting. All that hair. And the big ass-cheeks. Descending...
Mimi struggled for breath. The cunt seemed to be swallowing her. She stuck her tongue out in hopes of finding the right place and bringing the ordeal to a halt more hurriedly, hoping to bring on a hasty orgasm in that heavy body.
But her tongue was disregarded. Only her face was used. Her upturned face. The big body rocked over it. Cunt. Ass. Cunt. Ass. Mimi felt like vomiting. Much more of this would make her heave up her guts.
"Yeah-hot."
"Mmmmmmfffpp?"
"I'm hot, baby doll, I'm hot now and I'm getting hotter. Just hold steady, you hear me."
"Mmmmmm..."
"As a cunt-lapper you're not much good, Mimi, but as a fuckface, well, not bad."
Not bad? Thank heaven for small favors. Mimi held steady and let her face be fucked.
"Now some tongue. Every time I stop rolling, shoot your tongue into me. And do it right! Hot and wet and slippery, that's how I like a tongue. So give!"
Mimi gave. To the best of her ability.
"Up my cunt. Yeah. Now my ass. Hey, get it up in there all the way. Right up my ass-hole. What's the matter, don't you know how to suck ass either?" A sudden lurch jammed wet flesh into wet face. "Some lesbian slave. Hah!"
Mimi groaned..."
* * *
The sun was hot and only a faint vestigial breeze stirred the leaves in die trees. It was a fine day for training slaves, and the mistresses of Stormcrest were taking advantage of it.
Even the Whipping Tree was being used, and from her position on the low diving board Elinor could hear the sounds as the whip whizzed into bare flesh.
Lying face down on the board, Elinor held Undine by the hair. In the pool, Undine kept bobbing up and down as the mistress yanked her high and then let her sink again. It looked like a happy game. But there were terrifying moments when Undine thought sure she was drowning. Sometimes the upward tug came much too slowly.
The dangerous "game" went on for a long time. Then at last Milady Elinor called a halt. "Come up here on the board with me," she said. "I've got something to tell you."
"Blub-yes, Milady."
"Climb right up from there. I'll help you."
The so-called help was a strong upward pull and Undine thought her hair was coming out by the roots. She had never seen her beloved mistress in such a mood. Milady Elinor seemed to be brooding darkly; evidently she had something important on her mind.
With much straining, Undine managed to clamber up over the end of the board. Milady Elinor immediately spread her thighs and offered her cunt and lay back.
"Suck me, sweet slave. Suck my cunt good."
Eagerly, Undine plunged her face into the hairy nest and began lapping. Now that the water torture was over, she could worship her goddess peacefully and with a great deal of loving care. She parted the pink cunt lips and foraged for the clit button with a probing tongue.
"Ah-sweet slave. I'm going to miss you."
"M-miss me, Milady?"
"Yes, dear. This may be our last time together."
"Oh! Milady!" Undine lifted her head. "Suck!"
Undine's head went down again. She sucked avidly but could no longer concentrate on the physical aspect of her effort. Utterly perplexed, she tried to figure out what Milady Elinor had meant.
"Yes, my slave, our last time." The mistress' thighs closed around Undine's head for a poignantly sweet moment, a moment of delightful intimacy.
Undine loved the sensation. It made her feel as if she was part of the beautiful body that she adored. As if Milady's cunt and her own face were all one and the same. Despite the nice feeling though, she waited with breathless impatience for the answer to the riddle.
"Stop awhile now, darling. We must talk."
"Ummm. Yes, Milady." Undine rested her cheek on one soft thigh, moving slightly and caressing it with her face as she caressed Milady Elinor's cunt hair with her fingers. "May I go on touching you like this?"
"Yes, of course. Since it's our last time. Ah, how good you make me feel! And how sad I'll be to part with you. But what must be must be."
"M-Milady? I don't understand."
"Darling, I've made a personal pet out of you, practically, and it's gone too far. From now on I'll have to be like every other mistress and you'll be like every other slave. I'll see you once in a while, of course, but not nearly as often as in the past."
Undine's heart plummeted. She felt as though the world had been kicked out from under her. How could she go on living without loving her mistress every day? Loving her from afar just wouldn't be enough. She needed the closeness, the intimacy, the feeling of being one with this delectable body. She needed it every minute of every hour of every day. And what of the thrilling hours of the nights, the long nights spent in the perfumed ecstasy of Milady's bed?
"Do you understand what I'm saying, Undine?"
"I-I think so, Milady. Is it because of Master Ken? like that time when you..."
"Yes, dear. It's not my idea. Much as I'd like to keep you forever, it just won't do. I haven't been cruel enough to you, I suppose, and it's against the rules."
"Be cruel, Milady. Beat me. Take me over to the Whipping Tree right now and hurt me. But please let me go on being your loving slave."
"Ah, if it were only possible. But it's too late for that, my dear, I've already made my decision. So this will be our last real love-time together. And don't say anything to try to make me change my mind. If you so, I'll just get angry. Let's not spoil it."
"I understand, Milady." Undine went on stroking. She nuzzled in closer. Then, almost coyly, "Uh, Milady, if this is our last time..."
"Yes, dear? What about it?"
"Could we-uh-"
"Hmm. I think I know what you mean. You want to be my Undine again, yes?"
"Your Undine. Could we go inside and-"
"No, darling, the sun is nice and I'd like to stay right here. But if you'd like to be my Undine..."
"Oh. Milady? Out here?"
"Why not?"
"But-but everybody will see us."
"Not if we're careful. I mean very careful. We mustn't spill any into the pool."
"Oh ... "
"Can you manage? Every drop."
"I-I'll try, Milady."
"You were very good the other night. I didn't hear anything splash into the toilet."
"I know. It was wonderful. But I had to gulp it down awfully fast, remember?"
"I remember. How could I forget? And that's what I want now-something to remember you by. I'll help you darling, I'll pee very slowly, just a little at a time, and you just keep sucking and swallowing."
"Uh-huh. Now?"
"Now. Our last time together. I'm going to fill your mouth with my piss, my Undine."
"Yes-oh, yes."
"I'll fill your tummy."
"Fill it, fill it, piss in my mouth. Oh, Milady, I'll always be your slave."
"Move your mouth close. And keep it wide open. Try not to choke or cough, just keep swallowing."
"I love you."
"Ah-darling. Yes, yes, yessss..."
And for a little while Undine put sadness aside and bathed in the warm wet love of her mistress. It seemed so painful to call this the last time. All the more so, now that she knew how. Oh yes, she was good at it now, good enough to gulp down every spurt, good enough to drink the delicious love-piss without losing a drop. What a shame to waste all that skill and knowledge!
CHAPTER TEN
Alas, the exotic flowers wilted and died despite their somewhat exotic mulch, and the project was abandoned. On his subsequent weekend holiday, Milord Abner Glitch went back to tending his outdoor flower garden. Not with his own hands, of course; no, that was left to the slaves.
Naked slaves, for a change.
In a way, it was a frolicsome occasion, and some even enjoyed wallowing in the muck and getting their nude bodies absolutely filthy. Although they couldn't take much time for simple wallowing, not with the mistresses and their whips close by. And afterward it wasn't fun at all to be washed down with the water from the pressure hose; the damn thing really hurt! And Milord Abner was terribly accurate in his aim.
Mimi certainly didn't enjoy it. She had worked up an intense grudge against Abner Glitch. Her hostility had been broad and all-encompassing in the past; it had included all her tormentors. But now it all seemed to narrow down and focus on the one person responsible for everything. Even if it meant her own death, she made up her mind to kill Abner Glitch. Her life at Stormcrest was a living death anyway, she decided, and now she was willing to risk it.
As it turned out, she soon got her chance. Dissatisfied with Mimi's progress under his sister's tutelage, Milord Abner took on the punishment job personally. Only he got careless about it and made a mistake. Better yet-from Mimi's viewpoint-all the other members of the household were involved elsewhere when Milord made his slip.
The cord around her wrist was only temporary; it had been intended to hold her still only long enough for Abner to lock her into the set of chains. But there it was, a weak cord-"the slip twixt cup and Up," as it were-and an enraged and rebellious slave snapped the frayed bond and turned upon her erstwhile master.
In blazing vengeful anger, Mimi slammed her doubled fist into the little man's groin hard enough to lift him off his feet. Hard enough to split his tights. Hard enough to send him prostrate and helpless as she went on hitting and kicking and making a bloody mess out of the president and major stockholder of Glitch Industries, Incorporated.
She didn't kill him, though. She could have. Easily. But again, "twixt cup and hp"-who could have foreseen such a reaction on Abner's part? As Mimi's attack went on, Abner managed to gain sufficient breath to allow some motion. And in his first move after the turning of the tables, the man saved his own life.
Mimi stood there poised for another vicious blow, unable to believe her eyes. The little bastard was licking her boot! Down there with his tongue-just like a slave!-just like a damn groveling slave.
"Mimi-I've waited so long..."
"You've waited?"
"For this. For the woman who could conquer me. For you, Mimi, for you. I'm your slave."
Triumphantly, she planted her boot on his neck and crushed his half-hooded face down. "Yes, Abner, you're my slave. And from now on there's going to be a new regime around here. Don't worry, Milord, you'll still have fun.
You'll dance while I call the tune."
"Mimi, I love you."
"You love me, Abner? Bullshit!"
"No. It's true. Let me show you. Let me suck your cunt. Let me be your slave. Your lifetime slave."
"Abner, it sounds almost like a proposal."
"Yes. That too. Will you marry me?"
"Hmph! I'll think about it. But meanwhile get up and get busy. Let's see what kind of service I'm going to get out of my lifetime slave. Kiss my ass!"
"Oh, yes-let me."
"Yeah. like I said, a new regime."
* * *
There were some changes made under the new regime, but nothing interfered with the relationship between Milady Georgette and her slave Rosalie. Freed of her "shit-slave" duties, Rosalie overflowed with love for her mistress and deliberately sought opportunities to show it. And even though Milady Georgette had to be cruel now and then, it was apparent to Rosalie that their love was mutual. Only a mistress who loved her slave would play such happy games!
They were eating bread and honey. Milady was eating it, rather, while Rosalie served her. Then, as Milady Georgette munched her final mouthful, things took a strange turn when Rosalie licked the honey from her own sticky fingers.
"Good?" Milady said.
"Mmmmm, yes. Reminds me of that time when..."
"Rosalie, you're blushing!"
"Uh, yes, Milady. You know why." Rosalie went on licking her fingers significantly. "Remember?"
"Uh-huh. You licked my shit."
"It tasted like honey."
"Oh?"
"Milady, all the time I was a shit-slave I kept thinking only of you. I think of it now. I thought of it when I licked the honey just now."
"Too bad. No more shit-slaves."
Rosalie giggled, still blushing but forcing herself to say the words. "I can dream, can't I?"
For a long moment Milady remained silent. "Come with me," she said at last. "And bring the jar of honey."
Her head spinning, Rosalie followed her sexy mistress up the broad stairway. Into the bathroom. Right up to the toilet seat. Then, with only a quick gesture to guide her, she surrendered the jar of honey and crouched down in the same position she had taken before. The shit-slave position.
There was no race down to the flowers this time. No whipping, although one was available. No, there was only the cupped hands, now full, now dribbling over from its topping of honey.
"Lick it," Milady said. "Lick my honey-shit."
Rosalie plunged her tongue into it.
"Don't gobble, just lick. Just lick enough to show me that you're truly my shit-slave."
"Umumum-always-ummmm."
"Next time we won't need the honey."
"I'll love it all the more, Milady."
"And maybe we won't even need your hands."
"Oh!" Then, softly, "I love you."
"You love my shit."
"I love your sweet shit, Milady."
"You'll keep our secret? You'll be my shit-slave and not tell anyone else about it?"
"Oooh-forever."
"Tell me you love me.'
"Always and forever, Milady. Your shit-slave loves you."
* * *
The job was done. Francie pursed her lips and blew upon the freshly painted toenails. The oxygen intake made her dizzy and the picture turned blurry before her eyes. But she didn't need vision to know of the beauty of Milady Barbara's feet. Not after all this time.
"Milady?"
"Yes, dear. You may. If they're dry."
Francie sighed rapturously. Permission granted. Even though she hadn't asked the question, she had the answer she wanted. The answer she needed. And her lips swooped down greedily to take possession.
"The soles first, girl. In case the nails aren't dry. Can't have you messing up such a good job."
"Uramm, so soft."
"You do love my feet, hmm? You know something, Francie? You're so hot for my feet that you didn't even notice that I've got a cunt."
"M-Milady?"
"Oh, I do like my feet kissed. That will always be very important to us. But you mustn't neglect the rest of me. My cunt is bare right now. Look!"
Francie peered up, almost regretful about being sidetracked from the delight of Milady's feet. But she knew her duty as a slave. She knew what she had been trained to do. And besides, Milady Barbara was so nice.
"Well, slave?"
"Milady, may I suck your cunt."
"Yes."
She called Ken in for the ordeal, and had him tie them together with ropes. Then, while the sucking was going on, Ken pulled down his leather pants and handed out another of his infamous ass-fucks.
"You like that, Francie?" Milady asked, when she realized all that was happening.
"Milady, it feels..."
"Hush. Don't talk. I know you like it. I can tell what's going on in that body of yours." Francie continued lapping cunt, burying herself in the aphrodisiac taste and odor. The foot on her thigh had reached her crotch now. It probed a little, prying her open with wriggling toes. "Oh!"
"You feel it now, my slave."
"Mmmmmm..."
"Feel it good. Feel how it fucks!"
The foot was like a driving spur into her cunt, into the wet moistness of her flesh, and each wriggling motion sent Francie to a higher level of sexual frenzy. She gasped inside Milady's cunt and wondered if she would swoon as the toes rubbed harshly against her clitoris.
"Ah, Francie, now I truly understand. As long as you've got my feet, you're happy. I can make you do anything and love it, just by giving you my feet at the same time. Do you realize what I'm saying?"
Francie shook her head. She didn't understand. But why trouble her poor head with such distant problems? She had a foot in her cunt. She had a cunt in her mouth. She had the hottest feeling she could ever remember. Why worry about things she couldn't understand?
"Suck! Suck while I fuck you with my foot!"
A cry of responsive delight burbled from Francie's lips. But it was scarcely audible and she heard it muffled in a dizzy swirl of ecstatic joy as the active foot wriggled deeper and deeper and squirmed in like a bearer of great gifts, a bearer of happiness.
Francie raised her body a little to get the foot directly underneath her. She kept lapping. And as she felt Milady's climax begin, she jammed her body down hard and took the entire length of die marvelous foot. It hurt a little and she remembered how she had sharpened the toenails. But it was such a delicious hurt!
* * *
Now that Stella's visit was ended, Mimi breathed more freely. She had Abner Glitch conquered and under her control; the old guy was head over heels in love with her and never tired of proposing marriage. But with common sense tempering her youthful impetuousness, Mimi had bided her time until the proper and expedient moment to take over the reins for keeps. She just didn't know how much influence his sister had over him. Nor was she at all sure just where and how Stella fitted in with the operation of Glitch Industries and the sharing of the Glitch fortune.
Somehow, Mimi just couldn't visualize Stella as a sister-in-law. It was even hard to think of Abner as a prospective husband; after all, the guy was twice her age and far from attractive as a lover. As a slave, yes, Mimi could see herself dominating the man for the rest of her life. Or for the rest of his life, rather, since he was getting on in years-and the thought of inheriting even a fraction of his wealth was enough to blur his repulsiveness in Mimi's mind and make him attractive as a provider of financial security if not as a loving husband.
Then too, she was still just one fairly weak girl herself; could she retain control once she had it?
Wisely, Mimi talked it over with Ken before taking the final and irrevocable step. And again her common sense stood her in good stead; it turned out that her judgment of Abner's nephew was quite accurate. Ken knew on which side his bread was buttered. He promised Mimi all his help in the running of Stormcrest. And in turn Mimi agreed to speak up in his favor when the old boy's new will was drawn up. Ken was money-oriented and would stay on at Stormcrest as long as there was a chance to share in the inheritance.
Mimi even considered the idea of eventually taking Ken as a lover if she ever got bored with Abner and with the lesbian fun. Once in power she might even change the place enough to bring in a few male slaves, young boys perhaps, who could be trained to serve an imperious mistress. Or even virile young men to service a mistress who happened to be horny for a genuine stiff cock instead of a soft tongue. But all of that sort of thing was for the future, of course, and now the time had come for Mimi to make up her mind.
Shit or get off the pot, she told herself. Right now she could walk out of Stormcrest a free woman, never to return. Her days of slavery were over. Abner would whine and protest his undying love, of course, since it was apparent that his feeling for her was real; but he would never stop her if she chose to walk out the gate. No doubt he would pursue her as a hopeful swain, a dirty old man, hopeful of becoming her husband, but there would be no more pressure on her. No, the only pressure now was in her own mind. Decisions, decisions!
After due consideration of all the ramifications of the problem, Mimi had it out with Abner. Naked, he lay on the floor at her feet as they discussed the issue. Naked but for panties and thigh-high boots, Mimi sat upon an easy chair and rested her legs on his chest. Even in this position, he was partially aroused and she was glad to see how great an effect she had on him. His hands kept stroking the boots in an almost unconscious but nevertheless noticeable caress.
"Don't get yourself worked up, Abner. No sex. We've got to have a little serious talk."
"Whatever you say, Mimi. But please don't expect me to control my emotions. I love you. Can I help it if just being close to you gets me hot?"
"I understand. But if I do decide to marry you, you'll have to learn control."
"I'll learn it. I'll learn anything you demand of me. Mimi, I never knew what I was looking for, not really. When I was young I had dreams of being dominated by a beautiful girl. But in my position, I just couldn't let that happen. I mean my position in the business world. The more money I made, the more domineering I became myself."
"Uh-huh. But that was phony, right?"
"Yes. I know that now. I took my pleasure by watching lesbians in action, lesbian mistresses and lesbian slaves. A vicarious kind of pleasure, I realized, and once in a while I took an active part myself-just to feel manly, I guess. Anyway, I stopped feeling manly when you broke the rope and turned on me and made me your slave."
"Hmm. You're still a pretty manly guy, Abner. It wouldn't do for you to try to run your business if you felt otherwise. How could you boss such a huge corporation?"
"Darling, have no fear on that score. I'm still a tough old bastard about business and money. Here at Stormcrest I'm your loving slave, but that won't interfere with my financial doings on the outside."
"Good. Sex is fine, but it mustn't ruin your life. I'd never forgive myself if..."
"Mimi? You sound serious. Darling, have you decided to marry me? I want you so much."
"Well, I still have some doubts. Maybe you're not in love with me at all, maybe you're just infatuated with the first woman who was angry enough to strike back at you."
"Please don't say that. I love you."
"You love-me now-I know that." Mimi moved her leg, touching his cock with the toe of her boot. The half-hard male organ sprang to rigid life immediately. "I can see how much you love me. But marriage goes on and on, and it just might get dull for you. Unless I kept doing things to spice it up, of course. Yes, that might be a solution."
"S-spice it up?" Abner sighed happily and wriggled his body to make better contact with the boot. "It's spicy enough already."
"Don't move! Just lie there. If I want to play around with your prick, I'll just do it-but as far as you're concerned, just pay attention to our discussion. We happen to be discussing our possible future together."
"Yes, dear. I'm sorry."
The boot joined its mate on his chest again, and this time he knew better than to stroke it with his hands. Mimi nodded in approval, deliriously aware of how great an influence she had over this business tycoon. More than ever, she could see rosy visions of her future. She could veritably own this man and yet not feel herself tied down to him. Oh yes, it was nice to have a slave. Nice to have many slaves! And for the first time since her kidnapping and arrival here on die fenced-in estate, she began to understand the blessings of power and the joys of its coincident sadism.
Power corrupts. Okay, why not join the party and let herself be corrupted?
"Abner, what if I felt in a playful mood sometime and ordered you to be the slave of another woman?"
"Oh ... " He looked momentarily bleak. "I-I hadn't thought of that. But if you commanded it ... "
"I'm not saying I would. I just might, though."
"Yes. I-I understand. And I'd obey you, of course. Only there's one thing..." His voice trailed off. Then, with an obvious attempt at courage, "Mimi, I love you enough to want you under any conditions. You're the boss. But I'd better say this and get it over with, just so you'll know what's inside me. Please don't ask me to become a slave to any of the Stormcrest mistresses. I think it would upset things around here if I bowed down to Barbara or Elinor or Georgette. Not just for myself, I mean but for the smooth operation of what I've built up here. Is that understandable, sweetheart? Am I asking too much?"
"Poor darling. No, it's not too much."
"Whew, that's a relief! But all these are minor things, as far as I can see, aren't they? Why is the 'other women' notion so important to you?"
"Well, like I said, Abner, I don't want our relationship to get dull-and that's one way of spicing it up. Only I wonder if I could be sure of you then. You say you fell in love with me, but wouldn't you feel the same way about some other girl who held the whip-hand over you? You might just get tired of me and toss me out."
"Marry me, Mimi. A wife can't be tossed out."
"Divorce is so easy these days."
"True. But I swear I'll never divorce you. What's more, I'll put it in writing. I mean I'll have legal papers drawn up that will make you absolutely secure and independent no matter what happens. Even if you should decide to leave me, you'll be a rich woman. And if you stay married to me, you'll eventually own the controlling stock in Glitch Industries and all its subsidiaries. There now, what more can I offer you?"
"You-you'd do all that for me, Abner?"
"Yes, darling. Because I love you. Because I'm an old man who has at last found real happiness. Please don't take that happiness away from me."
"You're very convincing. Would you allow me to run Stormcrest as I see fit? Give me full control?"
"Darling, I'd expect it, not just allow it. You'll be the acknowledged queen of Stormcrest."
"Uh-huh. How about more slaves? Will you bring in some new ones for me to play with?"
"All you want. There are three young girls available right now, free and clear, no attachment, no family ties. Say the word and you shall have them."
"Good. That eases my mind a little. I might raise some of our present slaves in rank, so we'd be bound to need more to keep busy. And I was thinking of taking Undine just for myself alone, not as a slave really, but as my personal maid. How does that strike you?"
"Need you ask, darling? Your wish is my command. You can have a dozen maids if that's your imagine. As my wife you'd have no limits on your activities. IVe got more money than I know what to do with. Maids? Hah! Mimi, you'll live in luxury."
"In that case I'm convinced."
"Oh! Darling! You'll marry me?"
"Yes, Abner-except for one small formality. I want a nice old-fashioned proposal. On your knees."
Eagerly, the man scrambled into position. "Mimi, my darling, I love you. I'm begging you to become my wife. I swear to make you happy until my dying day. I'll be your. . . " His voice broke as Mimi's boot touched his crotch and jabbed gently into his balls. "I'll be your slave forever. I'll go out and make more money, millions of dollars just for you. All for you to have fun with. All for you to use in any way you..."
Leaning back in her chair, Mimi let him run on like that, basking in his sincere declaration of love. The toe of her boot moved up his cock, nudging the sensitive spot just beneath the now-stiff tip. And at the climax of his ardent proposal, a sudden thrust of her leg brought the climax of his physical excitement.
He moaned deliriously.
"Oh, you bad man," she said, smiling. "You came all over my boot. Bend down and lick it clean. Lick your messy stuff off it. Make the pretty leather shine again. Yes, that's the way, my slave Abner. My husband and slave..."
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The wedding was quite simple. The ceremony was performed in the chambers of a high-ranking judge, and Abner pulled enough strings to avoid any immediate publicity. Ken acted as a witness and was more obsequious than ever now that Mimi's power had become absolute in the eyes of the outside world as well as behind the Stormcrest fences.
Everything went smoothly. Mimi and Abner honeymooned on the company yacht, enjoying the privacy of the high seas while Ken returned to the estate to carry out orders. With Mimi's instructions to guide him, he temporarily relegated all the personnel, both mistresses and slaves, to out-of-the-way quarters in one wing of the mansion; then he had a slew of carpenters and painters come in for a few days to do some remodeling. Walls were pushed through and the master suite was greatly enlarged. Although the builders and workmen had no knowledge of it, they were actually constructing a special punishment chamber shut off from the rest of the house. A chamber in which Abner could play the tortured slave without being spied upon by any of the mistresses. The discreet privacy was Mimi's idea and was gratefully agreed to by her husband. No one would know of the great Abner Glitch's slavery but those close intimate friends whom Mimi chose to tell.
The ocean honeymoon was a short one, just long enough to let the house be remodeled. On the yacht, Mimi was deliberately gentle with her worshipful husband, teasing him more than torturing him, but at the same time regaling him with all kinds of wild hints and predictions about what their life would be like once they got off the yacht and back to the sanctuary of Stormcrest. like any good wife, Mimi was careful to maintain the appearances of normal marriage in the public eye; the captain and crew thought them a happy couple, nothing more.
They were happy, all right. Especially old Abner. He spent most of the honeymoon in delirious joy with his head between Mimi's legs. True, he had a hard-on most of the time, a rather painful hard-on, since he was permitted a climax only when Mimi decreed it-and that was seldom. But for an old man who had at long last discovered the excruciating ecstasies of masochism, what greater gift could a young wife give than a permanent painful hard-on?
It was only semi-permanent, naturally, considering Abner's advanced age, but that was still far more than what he was used to. Abner Glitch considered himself the luckiest man in the world to have such a stimulating bride.
The news of the marriage got out, of course, and the couple was surrounded by reporters when the voyage was over. Mimi suddenly found herself famous. Had she been interested in resuming her show business career, the publicity would have practically made her a star overnight. But the young wife no longer cared for that sort of thing. Why worry about pleasing an audience when she had everything she wanted at the tip of her fingers? Yes, oddly enough, despite their difference in age, Mimi considered herself a lucky girl to have such a husband. She could hardly wait to get back home.
Home ... ah yes. Stormcrest. Residence of Mr. and Mrs. Abner Glitch. Residence of Milady Mimi and her ever-humble slave. Home sweet home!
* * *
It was pitch dark in the room. Undine wasn't too happy about that; it made her feel as though she was making love to a stranger. And in a certain sense, it was a stranger, this old friend who was now her mistress. Not that Mimi herself had changed so much, no, it was just the change in her status. Undine still couldn't quite stretch her mind to grasp the marriage and all its implications. One thing was certain though, her own life would be much easier from now on. Mimi had said so. And Mimi's word was law, apparently.
Undine sucked cunt in the darkness, wishing she could see what she was doing. Wishing she could see and appreciate the beauty of her new mistress. Wishing she could see and compare the new with the old. Despite the ease and freedom of her newly assigned position in the household, Undine still couldn't quite forget Milady Elinor and her weird ways. Those days were past, of course, and Undine knew she would never again stoop to such perverted degradation. Even though certain moments were still excitingly vivid in her memory, she knew that the time of such unspeakable depravity was a closed chapter in her life. Never again would she open her mouth and suck cunt for any purpose other than love. Never again would she have to offer her open mouth as a toilet to be peed in. And she was damn glad of that fact! A toilet. Imagine!
And yet, unaccountably, she found herself thinking of Milady Elinor all too often. Often enough so that it upset her; it made her doubt her loyalty to Mimi. Which was why the darkness of the bedroom bothered her at the moment. She wanted to appreciate Mimi's body visually as well as with her blind kisses, she wanted to see as well as taste the glory of her new mistress. She wanted to give Mimi all of die devotion that had once been Milady Elinor's, all of it, all of herself, without reservation.
"Mmmmm ... uh ... M-Milady?"
"Honey, you know my name. You're my friend. You don't have to call me Milady."
"I-I know. You're so good to me, Mimi But I still feel like a slave. I just can't switch like that."
"Oh. You're right, of course. Stupid me. I just didn't think about that."
"You're not stupid. I think you're wonderful. But please give me time to get adjusted, won't you? Anyway, you're Milord Abner's wife, so even as a personal maid I'd call you Milady, wouldn't I? Please let me. I'd feel ever so much more comfortable."
"Sure. It's okay with me. Call me Mimi if you like, but if you'd rather..."
"Thank you, Milady. And thank you, Mimi Now could I ask a special favor of you?"
"Name it, honey. What's on your mind?"
"Uh, it's so dark in here. I can't see you. I can't see your beautiful body. I can't really tell how beautiful your cunt is. Could we have a light on?"
"Nmm. A bright light would destroy my nice relaxed mood. Probably hurt our eyes, too. Tell you what, though, go light that candle on the dresser. I'm sure you'll find a lighter or a pack of matches over there."
Undine uttered a happy squeal and got out of bed to fumble around for a light. "Thanks, Milady Mimi. Candlelight is so romantic. I just love it." She got the flame going and turned around to see her mistress sitting up in bed. "Oh, you look so beautiful!"
"The candle is too bright against the mirror."
"Oh, shall I move it over to..."
"No. I just had an idea. Undine, you've been a slave so long that only some kind of shock will snap you out of it. At least that's my educated guess, and I'm becoming an expert in such matters. Okay, honeybunch, prepare yourself. I'm going to shock you."
"Shock-shock me? How?"
"You'll soon see. And whatever you feel, just try to act casual about it. Nonchalant-as if it happened all the time. Casual, you hear me? Otherwise there might be some unnecessary embarrassment."
"I-I'm casual."
Mimi giggled. "Yeah. I can hear your heart thumping all the way over here." Then, raising her voice to a shout, "Abner? Are you in there?"
"Yes, dear," the reply came from die adjoining bedroom, "is there something I can do for you?"
"There is. How are you dressed?"
"I'm naked, darling. Not a stitch. I figured I'd be ready in case you called me."
"Hmm. Naked, eh? No, that won't quite give the effect I'd like. Abner, be a good boy and put on that hood of yours. Just the hood, that's all."
"Right away, my love."
"Hurry!" Then, softly, "Come to bed, Undine. I'm going to let you in on a secret. But it's a secret that you must promise to keep. Breathe a word of it to anyone and I'll hate you, that's how important it is."
"Oh. Darling Mimi, you don't have to impress me with its importance. Your command alone is enough for me. Nothing in all the world could tempt me to give your secret away, no matter what it might be."
"Yes ... I believe you really mean that."
"I do mean it. I mean it as your friend and I mean it as your personal maid. How could I be a good maid to you if I didn't show complete loyalty and devotion? Command me and I'll obey. And besides"-with a little giggle-"isn't a personal maid something like a confidante? Who else can you tell your innermost thoughts to if not to me?"
"Ahhh ... my Undine, my confidante..."
For an instant Undine was jolted by old memories, memories of someone called "my Undine" doing those weird, disgusting things in the bathroom. On the diving board. Imagine! Right out in the open. What a weak person she must have been to allow herself to be used like that. like a toilet, really; oh damn, why couldn't she just put it out of her mind and just concentrate on pleasing her new mistress?
Then, abruptly, Undine was jolted back into the present as Milord Abner entered. He was naked and half-aroused, a fearsome sight in the flickering candlelight, looking almost like some kind of sex-mad executioner in that black leather half-hood. His near-rampant cock stirred a sensation of awe in Undine; it emphasized his masculinity in a scary way that was partly thrilling and yet quite revolting. The hardness of the male body had no true sexual appeal for her, only a certain dread, but that alone was enough to give her a creepy slavish sensation somewhere deep down inside. Anyway, this was something new and unexpected, this entry of the husband while the maid was serving die wife, and Undine's weird memories no longer intruded upon her attention. She was terribly curious about what part she would be expected to play in the strange scene that was just beginning. A sex-slave, perhaps? A slave to Lord and Milady at the same time? The thought was repugnant, to say the least-especially because of her complete and total adaptation to lesbian love-and yet somehow she found herself looking forward to it. As though her very antipathy would make her eventual submission all the more exciting. Hmm, maybe I'm just a slave girl at heart, she thought.
The notion struck a responsive chord in her mind. And in her body. But she had to table it for future reference and analysis; Milady Mimi was getting up out of bed and the stage was set and the scene was about to unfold. Alone now on the broad bed, Undine felt naked and vulnerable in the presence of her two superiors. Would they both pounce on her together?
Nothing like that. Not even remotely. No, the scene hadn't even been set, actually, and Undine watched Mimi glide to the dresser and pick up the candle. Just the candle, not the holder. Away from the background of the mirror, its light softened considerably and again Undine got the impression of romance. Gentle romance. Certainly no violence. Which was cause for gratitude, naturally, and yet, once again in some incomprehensible way, she was forced to recognize a twinge of disappointment. Yes, just about the way a true masochist would feel. But the disappointment only increased her curiosity, it seemed, and she waited avidly to see what would happen.
Breathlessly she watched as Milady Mimi moved close to her husband, carrying the burning candle in both hands, the soft yellow candlelight brought out the classic beauty of her face; Undine just hadn't realized how very beautiful her friend was. And aside from the flattering light, just the fact that she was a mistress enhanced her beauty. Or at least it seemed to, and Undine was too smart to let such a significant notion go unheeded. But wasn't Milord Abner strange all of a sudden! He appeared to be shrinking.
Not his cock, no, that was swelling to even more remarkable proportions. A big hard-on. But somehow the rest of him seemed smaller. Or just weaker, perhaps?
"Abner, I've got a job for you," Mimi said. "I need some nice romantic atmosphere. Would you like to hold the candle while my maid makes love to me?"
"Yes, dear, I'll be glad to help. And I hope you and your maid are very happy. Uh, where shall I stand? Close to the bed where-"
"Where you can peek? Oh no, this isn't for your benefit, it's for mine. Mine and Undine's. If there's something I think you should see, I'll let you know."
"Oh. Of course. Whatever you say, darling."
"I say get down on your knees. Right there. With your ass up high and your head down low."
The man's thin bare legs sagged and crumpled under him. And to Undine's utter astonishment, Milord Abner became a slave right before her eyes. He crouched. His head went to the floor, touching the carpet with his hooded forehead. On the way down Undine saw fear in the depths of the eyeholes and a grimace contorting the visible lower half of his face. But his cock leaped to its full erection; he even had trouble getting into the deep crouch because of its stiff length-and Undine knew instinctively that this was a sexually aroused man, a man trapped in an ecstasy of submission.
like me, she thought. Am I like that?
Then, calmly and efficiently, Mimi pushed and twisted the base of the candle into her husband's ass-hole. She waited there a moment longer, testing its solidity and adjusting its perpendicular position by the simple expedient of nudging the man's bare buttocks up a little with her toes.
"Stay like that, Abner. I want the candle straight up and down. Don't tilt it. I don't want the melting wax to spill; let it just drip and make a nice hot seal with your ass. That way you won't have to tense up so hard just to keep it from slipping out."
"Thank you my love."
"All right, Undine, let's take up where we left off. In this romantic atmosphere, you should be able to give me a nice long loving suck."
"The longest and the lovingest, Milady."
As Mimi returned to the bed she breathed a glowing whisper into Undine's ear. "You're doing fine, honey. Just be casual and don't show surprise no matter what I do to him. Don't worry, he loves it. I'll tell you all about it later."
"Uh-huh. I'm casual. Now let me..."
'Wait." Again in a whisper, "I want to tease him. Suck me hard and make a lot of noise while you're doing it. All kinds of noise. Lots of squishy lapping with your tongue, I mean. And smack your lips while you suck and kiss. Sigh and moan a little, too, know what I mean? I want him to hear what's going on. I want him to hear what I've forbidden him to see. Okay?"
Undine nodded happily, freshly inspired with the novelty of the situation. Not terribly excited, actually, but quite intrigued with this the bizarre idea nonetheless. And besides, it was fun to suck cunt and make all these wild sounds on purpose. Sounds of licking and lapping and sucking. And Milady Mimi was helping too, sighing now and then and bouncing on the mattress and thrashing her legs about. The springs of the expensive bed were the kind that never creaked aloud, but still all that slipping and sliding around was plainly audible.
The cunt of her dear friend and mistress was delightful, but Undine couldn't quite concentrate her divided attention. For one thing, the added task of making noise was fun but hardly conducive to the hoped-for state of ecstasy. Then too, she kept thinking about Milord Abner and wondering how he felt down there in such a humiliating position. Mmmmm, yes, how would it feel to be so degraded? Awful, no doubt, and yet the thought of herself like that brought on a surge of excitement. A familiar and very welcome kind of excitement that she-
"Abner!"
"M-Mimi?"
"You were peeking. I saw you. Spying on me!"
"Oh. I-I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. I heard all that hot noise and just couldn't resist it. Will you forgive me please, darling?"
"Forgive you, shit! You've got to be punished for it. And as long as I've got Undine here to assist me, I'm going to make your punishment a fuckin' good one." Mimi sprang out of bed energetically. "Come on, Undine, we've got work to do."
After that, Undine remembered only a vague series of bits and pieces, vague afterward and yet remarkably vivid while they happened. Milord Abner's melted-wax ass-hole made Mimi say something about really scorching his ass; she tossed the candle aside and prodded him into the other room with her kicking foot, beckoning Undine to follow. The room turned out to be a well-stocked torture-chamber, all brand-new; aside from Abner's personal bed and dresser, it contained more whips and gadgets and bondage stuff and pain devices than Undine had ever dreamed of. She knew now what all that sawing and hammering had been for, all those men in overalls coming and going. A private torture-chamber for the head of the house. The nominal head and the true head, she thought with a giggle, and then she rushed to do Milady's bidding and lost track of the details.
There was a hot pan of charcoal, she remembered. A brazier on a tripod. Full of black coals that sprang to fiery life as Mimi lit it with a special igniting fluid and then fanned it with a bellows. That was when she repeated the "scorched ass" threat, and a few moments later Undine found out exactly what she meant.
Milord Abner was meek and shivering with fear. He allowed his wrists and ankles to be bound in a single cluster, doubling up his body into a ball, practically. Then he lay there and let the rope from the ceiling pulley be solidly knotted to his wrist and ankle bindings.
"Help me," Milady said, and Undine stood alongside her and grabbed the rope end; together they pulled down and hauled Milord Abner's body upward. It was still all hunched up in a ball, and the most striking thing that Undine could remember about it was that shiny leather hood, so scary and yet so out of place against his pallid white flesh, more sickening than scary, hairy enough to look pretty silly but not enough to look really masculine.
Then the poor man couldn't hold himself bunched up like that any more, and Undine could have sworn she heard the bones grunt and groan as he fell into a jackknife position. An upside-down jackknife dangling from the ceiling.
"See how the rope works up there, Undine? Something like a window-blind cord. Give it a yank sideways and it locks right there. Then a straight pull unlocks it and he can be moved up or down." Mimi jerked the cord locked in its pulley. "Hold it just to make sure, honey. I wouldn't want it to slip and break his back. My husband is too precious for that. Besides, what use is a slave with a broken back?"
That stood out in Undine's recollections later, too. It was the first time the wife had called the husband such a name. It must have happened before, of course, since it passed between them without comment, but Undine had been flabbergasted. That was silly, really, considering how much had gone on already, but the word slave upset Undine at the time and she was kind of envious of Milord Abner. Which was even sillier, she tried to tell herself. But somehow the whole bit of silliness broke the tension within herself and she began to giggle.
It must have infected Mimi too. She started giggling and shoving the glowing tripod across the floor until it was centered directly under the dangling ass. Then she stepped back a ways, still giggling, and surveyed the setup and at last told Undine to slacken off on the rope a little.
They were both giggling like crazy now, but the noise turned to uproarious belly-laughter as the first sign of motion came from the wax in Milord's ass-hole. The wax of the candle had dripped down into it and congealed there; now the new heat was making it melt and ooze out and drip again. Truly a funny sight, and Undine was glad to follow her mistress' example and laugh till her sides split.
Then the man groaned piteously and everything tot serious all of a sudden. "My poor slave needs some tender loving care," Mimi said. "Flick his prick with the end of the rope a few times. Enough to give him a hard-on. Then lock the pulley and come here and suck my cunt."
Anxious to get the task done and the joy begun, Undine slashed the male organ with die rope-end, doing it viciously but only for the sake of haste. Awkwardly, she missed him completely one time; that irritated her, it made her feel incompetent in the eyes of her dear mistress, and she took a whack at his balls just to make up for it. Only a few blows were necessary, as it turned out, the erection came on swift and strong-but Undine stayed there and added a few more sharp ones for good measure. Not because she felt sadistic, oh no, far from it, she was just taking pity on poor Milord Abner. She knew how much he loved it. How much he needed this final touch before being left all alone to hang there over the glowing coals. Oh yes, she knew and took pity and envied him all at the same time-and that was another one of the mixed-up bits and pieces that stayed with her afterward.
At the time, though, she just finished with
Milord and ran to Milady and dropped to her knees and greedily went back to eating cunt. A soft hand patted her head caressingly, but she heard Milady's voice sounding out, sounding out loud and clear, addressing her husband in a wild way, teasing him sometimes, ridiculing him, but getting sexy too and calling him all kinds of dirty names, filthy names, vile names that made Undine shudder deliciously and suck harder. Such a weird sensation that was, and for an unbelievable moment she would have been willing to trade the nice pat on the head for just one of those crazy names. So terribly exciting in an unspeakable way!
Sucking madly, she deliberately shut the sound out of her ears, pulling Milady's thighs in to act as baffles. Pretty soon the thighs clutched tighter and Undine tilted her head up to deepen the sucking contact as Milady Mimi's body leaned forward and all but rested on her face.
Lost in that hot perfumed feminine world, truly lost for the first time since becoming a personal maid, Undine delved into her overactive imagination and found herself doing all the things she had done with that other mistress-what was her name?-oh yes, Milady Elinor. But it was no longer much fun to think of that one, no, it was only those unspeakable things that they had done together, and now Undine was doing them with Milady Mimi. Because she loved Milady Mimi. Because she was free at last, free of all dark doubts, free to be what she had been born to be. I am Mimi's slave!
And regardless of those other things, the degrading things that her imagination wouldn't let go, Undine immediately set out to make her beloved new mistress conscious of the intense devotion of her personal maid. This was no time for a slave to be thinking of her own selfish needs, it was a time for total service.
"M-Milady?"
"Huh?" Mimi interrupted her tirade. "What is it, Undine? Getting tired down there?"
"Never! I could suck your beautiful cunt forever. But since you're having so much fun with Milord Abner, wouldn't you like to relax and lean back against me? Kind of sit on my face, you know what I mean? You'll be lots more comfortable that way. And besides, your Undine would just love to kiss your beautiful ass for a while."
"Oh? Go, then. Enjoy my ass."
That was it. Bits and pieces, some more significant than others, some more startling, some unbelievably thrilling in an incredibly horrible way, but afterward Undine put the jigsaw puzzle together and knew that it was only a matter of time until all those deliriously depraved things would be showered upon her like blessings from the new mistress. It might take some coaxing and wheedling-or even the request for a favor for the sake of friendship, if that became necessary-but sooner or later
Milady Mimi would grasp the situation and recognize the inexorable hand of destiny.
At the moment, though, Milady was vociferously decreeing the destiny of her husband, and Undine went on plunging her tongue up the delightfully slippery ass-hole but at the same time managed to give ear and pick up more bits and pieces. It didn't make her feel any less devoted now, since Milady's interest was focused on her hanging victim and she needed only a place to rest her body, the deeply inserted peg of Undine's tongue and the firm platform of her face.
So Undine listened and learned that Milord Abner was indeed his wife's willing slave. And that Milady Mimi would indeed take over command of all of Stormcrest. And that she would promote at least one of the slaves to the rank of mistress, now that there were some new young girls due for training. Her old friend Joanne would fill that bill quite nicely, Mimi said, and maybe she would be invited up here to the privacy chamber to help govern the "dirty shit-assed lecherous old sonofabitch" and keep him in line while his wife went "carousing among the lesbians." But most effective of all was Milady's harsh demand that he agree with her. Agree out loud. He did so, of course-pronto!-and then Milady smiled and said maybe all their future family discussions would take place like this. "Nothing like an open fire to preserve peace and harmony, right?" And Undine almost busted out laughing right there in the crack of Milady's ass; it was funny, sure enough, one of the silliest bits and pieces that clung to her memory.
But some of the more serious bits and pieces did more than just cling, they took root in her brain. Even as the business tycoon roasted his ass and hung there helpless at the mercy of his cruel wife, Undine envied him. Not the burning over the fire, of course, since she was appalled by the very idea of such deliberately non-sexual pain. But she envied his marriage, his relationship with Milady Mimi, the solid permanence of it. And yes, she envied him the divine cruelty of this divinity he had been fortunate enough to marry.
Ah yes, how sweet it would be if Milady would offer her maid-slave the same total and permanent acceptance that she seemed to be offering her husband-slave. And the seed that took root in Undine's brain sprouted and blossomed in that direction, upward, out of the confusing "no-no" mystery and into the "yes-yes" clarity of flashing insight. Let the personal maid be unique then, one of a kind: let her be the only person capable of surreptitiously persuading her mistress that the joys of owning such a uniquely depraved slave-maid were unique indeed! Unspeakable-but definitely unique.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Seated upon the lawn chair, Georgette gave the impression of complete lassitude as she leafed through a magazine. But she was far from relaxed. The chair was the specially constructed one with the split in the canvas seat, and down there sticking up from underneath it the tongue of her slave Rosalie was busily making contact. Once in a while Georgette had to tighten all her muscles to prevent herself from squirming around and putting on an indiscreet show for those mistresses and, slaves within range.
The tightening muscles vexed Rosalie. The stiffness prevented that nice soft slithery sensation that came only when a truly relaxed ass-hole welcomed a moist tongue. But she was getting tired of this game anyway; sucking Milady's ass was always a pleasure, of course, but out here in the open like this it just couldn't lead to much in the way of greater pleasures. Rosalie wished Milady Georgette would hurry up and finish reading her magazine. Then they could go inside and have some real fun behind a locked door. Lately Rosalie had become extremely fond of Milady's bathroom and the possibilities it offered. Even now she could scarcely wait to be ordered there, since she had spent so many hours lying on the grass under the chair and preparing both Milady Georgette and herself for the ecstatic time to come. The grass was comfortable and Milady's ass enticingly sweet, but who needed comfort and sweetness when that other wilder enticement was pulling like a powerful magnet!
"Rosalie ... "
"Yes, Milady?"
"Come up out of there."
"Right away, Milady." At last! Rosalie crawled out and waited on her knees, hinting for the anticipated command. "Are you getting tired of the heat out here? Wouldn't you like to go inside and get cool, Milady? Uh, I'll bet you have to go to the bathroom."
The mistress scowled a little and Rosalie felt ashamed of herself for having dropped such a pointed hint. It wasn't within her rights as a slave to make such a blatant suggestion that was so obviously calculated for the purpose of gaining her own selfish pleasure. For a moment she wondered if she might have earned a whipping for her pains. But then the scowling face looked pensive instead and she realized elatedly that Milady had merely been weighing her hopeful suggestion before deciding if it was time for the long stroll back to her own private bathroom where no one could barge in on their highly erotic but admittedly lurid style of mutual lovemaking. Mutual in the sense that the one-way gift from mistress to slave was still an exchange of love. Rosalie had thought about that a lot lately. After much soul-searching, she had been overjoyed to find out for sure that those "togetherness" trips to the bathroom were Milady Georgette's way of demonstrating her love for her slave.
But for now though, despite the wheedling suggestion that hung in the air like a perfumed cloud of wishful enticement, Milady just kept looking thoughtful and at last shook her head. She leaned down a little and her voice sank to a murmur; there was really no one else within earshot, but Rosalie thrilled to the intimate feeling of complicity. And then the bold impact of that muted voice added to the thrill.
"I'm just too lazy to begin that long walk back to our place, darling. Our own very special place, I mean. But I do need to go, now that you mention it. In fact, your very mention has reminded me-so it's really your fault, I'd say. But not a fault that can't be remedied, aren't you glad, my dear? If that greedy hint of yours had made me get up and hurry to the bathroom, I'd never forgive you. Or at least I'd have to deal out some severe punishment."
"You're quite right, Milady, and I apologize. But if you do have to go ... " Rosalie peered up quizzically.
"I said the fault can be remedied. Right out here. Just he down where you were a moment ago and be a penitent enough slave to save me a trip indoors. Do you understand what I'm talking about?"
"Oh! Milady! Right out here?"
"Yes, my little shit-slave, right out here. But we must be very discreet about it. Think, darling, won't it be exciting to have our own private kind of fun out in the open and still manage to keep our secret?"
"Oooh ... "
"But you'll have to take it all, you know. We mustn't leave any telltale traces in the grass. You won't be able to quit halfway and flush the rest down the toilet. So it's all or nothing, my dear-and I've got plenty. Or at least that's how it feels. A good load. Can you swallow it all? Can you be my convenient shit-slave as well as my loving one?"
For a long and intense moment, Milady's dark eyes held Rosalie's in a glittering grip that was almost hypnotic. Then Rosalie nodded and lowered her gaze submissively and crawled back underneath the split seat. It took her a few minutes of fidgeting around to get adjusted in the best possible position to take Milady's gift of love without leaving any incriminating evidence behind afterward. Then, pressing a kiss up into the dark crack, just a fleeting touch of her lips to gain Milady's attention, Rosalie whispered the words that turned her already pounding heart into a veritable bongo drum.
"Milady, your shit-slave is ready..." And with open mouth she waited breathlessly for the lovemaking to begin.
From a distance, any onlooker would have seen only an ass-licking slave returning to her assigned task after a brief respite. Seeing the mistress pick up her magazine again, some might have come to the conclusion that the two were engaged in some kind of marathon. Certainly a long and possibly tedious performance of the same thing over and over again. Too much of anything could become dull, and Milady Georgette and her slave Rosalie had been at it for hours now with no noticeable change in what they were doing. Or so it seemed to the various members of the Stormcrest household who happened to be inquisitive enough to keep tabs on such activities.
Little did they know...
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Standing and watching in approbation as Joanne began her assigned and cherished duty of keeping Abner busy, Mimi felt at peace with the world. Or almost at peace anyway, especially about her smoothly successful takeover of Stormcrest and the continued smoothness of its operation thereafter. Things in general were going well. Joanne was working out quite satisfactorily as a mistress; better yet, she appeared to take genuine delight in torturing the former master of the house. Mimi had never forgotten Joanne's fight to protect her in those earlier days, and was glad to pay her debt of gratitude so munificently. Joanne was certainly happy with her lot. At the moment she was gleefully but gravely kicking Abner's cock with the pointed toe of her boot. And since the hunk of male meat stood up stiffly without a sign of flagging, it was apparent that her sadistic performance was making a big hit. Joanne was a good sadist, good by instinct if not by experience, the type of sadist who knows intuitively how to be truly kind to a masochist. Abner was on his knees with his bound wrists caught up by a rope from the ceiling; his body was taking plenty of bruising kicks from those sharp-toed boots, but he was clearly relishing Joanne's kindness. And despite appearances to the contrary, Mimi recognized a peaceful serenity in the bizarre scene.
Reason indeed to feel at peace with the world. Abner Glitch worshipped her completely and unequivocally and yet meekly accepted a substitute tyrant whenever his wife happened to crave the softness of her own sex. Peace in the family. And peace in the household too, what with three new girls undergoing slave-training and thus keeping the old mistresses too busy to be bored enough to have time for catty gossip and possible resentment of the new boss who had once been their underling. Barbara and Georgette and Elinor were gradually growing accustomed to the new regime, and Mimi even had plans to invite Stella for another visit, just to get the ins and outs of that "sister-in-law" relationship squared away. Peace, then. Oh yes, she felt at peace with the world.
Almost. . .
Mimi smiled at Abner's plight and waved good-bye to Joanne and went into her own luxurious bedroom. Naked but for a tiny frilled cap and apron and a pair of high-heeled pumps, Undine was moving around and setting things in order just as any less exotically costumed personal maid might do. But there the resemblance ended. By now Mimi was only too well aware of the grotesquely freakish but obviously compulsive tastes of this most personal of personal maids. And that, dammit, was a detriment to her peace of mind.
Too bad. She had tried so hard to give dear
Undine a sense of freedom. She had honestly hoped for a friend rather than a slave. A friend and confidante. Undine was all of those, of course, and Mimi cherished her. Cherished her enough to go all out to keep her happy, a self-imposed task more difficult than she had bargained for. Keeping lovely but lewd Undine happy had required a reappraisal and readjustment of her own sexual attitudes. Somehow she had just never conceived of equivocating sex with a trip to the bathroom. And yet both were natural functions of the human body, so why couldn't Undine put them together if the spirit moved her?
Trouble was, though, the spirit moved her all the time and Mimi still hadn't gotten over her initial prudishness. Not completely, anyway, although she did find it uniquely exciting once she got the first trickle squeezed out and could just relax and let it pour. And lately even the prospect of the act was often sexually arousing, especially when Undine's strange thirst needed quenching so badly that her invitation to the bathroom became a coquettish production. like now, for instance. Yes. Undine was already on her way, and through the open bathroom door Mimi saw her kneel down and lick the toilet seat with her tongue. It was Mimi's private bathroom, used by no one else, so the licking of the seat had unmistakable significance, a cleansing and an entreaty both at once. And deeper yet was the more obscure concept that the intimate licking was actually Undine's way of projecting herself into the role of toilet-seat, into the wishful need to become a human toilet and thus woo and win the love of her mistress.
Mimi needed no wooing though; she too was already on her way-and with more promptness than prudery. What the hell, her back teeth were practically floating anyway, so why not give the sweet kid a break?
