The next day I go to fix breakfast, but Toni tells me Mistress Carla wants me to go outside and dismantle the doghouse. In the morning sun I notice that Mistress' car has gone, and so has she. My task is not made any easier by Sophie sniffing at my ass under the edge of my short lace nightie. Just as I am finishing, the big black car comes crunching up the gravel drive. Carla gets out from the driver's seat, as the trunk swings open. Then I am overjoyed to see my own Mistress Gloria step out from the other side. I put the pieces of dog house in the trunk and close it before running to hug the woman I love most.
I am almost as tall as my true Mistress and my tongue eagerly reaches out to meet hers as we embrace. When we finally end our kiss of greeting, Carla says, "Gloria, I think we have cured young Toni of her problem, and at the same time Steven here has acquired a new skill. Steven, show her, in Sophie's mouth." Sophie the dog-woman has circled around to sit about ten feet away, right by her Mistress's car. I back away just a bit from Mistress Gloria, enough to twitch my cock around and fire a load of jism. It sprays a bit, covering her from nose to chin, but most goes into her hungry maw.
Carla continues, "Well I already took Karen and Jose home before I picked you up at the airport. Your new slave is locked in your guest room, waiting for you." And with that, Mistress Carla and Sophie jump back in the big black car and it swings away toward the security gate. That is a relief. It is hard to know what to do when one has two Mistresses at once.
Mistress Gloria tells me, "Cum Steven, Toni and Amanda should have breakfast ready by now. You three eat, while I go to visit the new girl that you all have chosen for me." Around the breakfast table the only topic of conversation is what this new girl will be like. We don't even know if Carla chose the one we recommended, and of all of them all I know is what they felt like, and the girls just know what they tasted like. The tension in the air gets thicker as we wash the dishes. Then we are parted. The schedule calls for me to tidy Mistress Gloria's bedroom and sort the laundry, while Toni and Amanda have to go for their daily 2-mile run through the woods of the estate.
When there are no guests, lunch consists of fresh fruit, which the three of us eat in silence, having run out of speculations about what our Mistress is doing upstairs with the new girl. We all know what is on each other's minds. The guest room is equipped with several hidden video cameras, and we all know how to operate them, but nobody would dare to suggest that we try to spy on our Mistress. The afternoon drags on as I do my daily workout while Toni and Amanda complete their chores. It is 4 in the afternoon when I get a single buzz from the emerald setting on my neck chain. That is the signal to run to the nearest house phone, to receive instructions from our Mistress. "Hello Steven, I want you all to be wearing your floor-length gossamer robes with whatever jewelry I have given you, looking your absolute best at 5:30 sharp. So gather the other two and make sure you are properly shaven and your hair looks its best, and everything is perfect. I will meet you at the bottom of the main stairs."
Those instructions coming from Mistress Gloria are like kicking a wasp nest. The tension is gone and the place is turned into a madhouse of showering and soaping each other (with frequent intimate fondling), shampoo, manicures, pedicures, mutual inspections, pressing the required gowns, a little bit of make-up. I even use a very soft brush to apply a tiny bit of rouge powder on each of Amanda and Toni's clits, while they make noises that sound like something between moans and giggles. I guess I will never know what that really feels like. Getting dressed in our long sheer robes is the easiest part, green for me, black for Amanda, yellow for Toni. We give each other a last-minute inspection and gather at the bottom of the grand staircase of our Mistress's mansion.
I am just thinking that I am missing Crissy standing there with us. She was always the strong one among us, even though my training had almost got me as muscular as her. Crissy never had to raise...
My thoughts stop. There at the top of the stairs are two queens. One is my Mistress, dressed in a sheer white skirt, slit all the way up the front, with about a zillion bucks worth of diamonds hanging everywhere. And at her right hand is a girl about my age with platinum blonde hair. Her skirt is bright red, though as transparent as Mistress'. Everywhere my Mistress wears diamonds, she wears gold, but with some additions. Heavy gold rings hang from each of her distended nipples, and another appears to pierce her clit, holding open the folds of her clitoral hood so that her inner labia make a V that points straight toward her vaginal opening.
Woman and girl hold hands and they began to descend the steps toward us. I find myself staring at the new girl's crotch as the flimsy fabric of her skirt flows behind her... ----------------- This is now Gloria writing. Thank you Steven, for keeping my diary while I was away.
Upon arriving home and being informed that my newest slave is locked in the guest room, I am somewhat irked. I don't like my sex-sluts to be locked up except in serious circumstances. I pause to accept Steven's enthusiastic kiss, and observe his new talent. But as soon as Carla's car departs I head for the guest room. Toni and Amanda are kneeling just inside the front door, waiting for instructions, but I only pause to give them each a quick kiss on the tops of their heads before sending them back to their chores. But I tell them I don't want anyone anywhere near the door of the guest room.
As I let myself into the guest room, I hear sobbing. I look toward the king-size four-poster bed and there she is, nude, with her ankles tied out wide to the posts at the foot of the bed. Her hands are bound behind the small of her back, leaving her lying on them. Her nipples are pierced, and chains extend from her tits to the upper bedposts. A ball-gag in her mouth keeps her sobs down to the level of a whimper.
I leave the door open as I sit on the edge of the bed and gaze at her. Her long platinum hair waves all over the pillows. Her elfin face is covered in tears.
She is about Amanda's height, but more developed in the chest; a full B-cup. She looks at me in terror. "Ssshhhh", I whisper, then I lick my middle finger before reaching down through the middle of the ring that pierces her clitoris. At first, I only let my wet finger glide up and down from the entrance to her vagina to just below her clit.
Slowly the girl settles down. I am stimulating her, but not too much. I tell her softly, "I'm not going to hurt you girl. If I take that silly gag out of your mouth, will you kiss me?" Somehow the girl manages to nod, so while my right hand continues to massage her vulva, my left unties the scarf that has held the ball in her mouth.
As soon as the small red rubber ball pops out of her mouth, my lips cover hers and we share a long hard kiss. I am the aggressor, as she seems too timid to respond in kind. I break off the kiss, "Give me some tongue, girl. I want my slaves to give as good as they get." When we re-connect, her tongue snakes into my mouth and our kiss is much more satisfactory. Finally I sit up, while still toying with the girl's slit. I smile at the pretty girl, "What's your name?"
"Cynthia, Mistress."
"Cynthia? I hate too many syllables. I think I will call you Cyn, but I will pronounce it S I N. Now what is you name?"
"Sin, Mistress."
"Very good!" I suddenly plunge my middle finger deep into the girl's vagina. I am surprised to find it so tight around a single finger, even when her legs are still splayed wide to the bedposts. I lick my way down to her breasts, where my tongue has to dance over the chains that bind her nipples to the bedposts. I hook my tongue under those chains and tug gently, eliciting a low moan. That is good. Slowly this girl is emerging from the combination of sorrow or fear that has had her in tears. I understand. She has left her own family of sex slaves to join another, and has no idea what lies in store for her.
I ask Cyn quietly, "Was that kiss so bad?"
"No, Mistress."
"If I unchain you, will you be a good girl and do what I tell you?"
"Yes, Mistress."
Cyn has been bound with simple clips, rather than locks, clips that she could not reach. But reaching them is simple for me, and in moments She is free. I instruct her to run the water into the big oval Jacuzzi bathtub that sits in the corner of the guest room, next to the toilet and the bidet. Once the water is running, Cyn says to me, "Mistress, I need to pee. May I use the toilet?"
"Of course, dear!" I tell my new slave, and as she sits on the toilet I go to stand over her. "Spread your legs wide for me." I instruct the girl, and she obeys. It seems that Carla has taught her well, but I worry that Cyn's training has removed her initiative and sense of adventure. We shall see. But first we shall taste. I slip a hand down between her parted thighs as she tinkles, and catch some of her pee on my finger tips Then I lift my hand back out of the bowl to my lips to taste her. The piss is bitter, and more salty than I like. "Here, taste yourself!" I order, and thrust my urine-soaked fingers into her mouth. "For the next few weeks you will be on a special diet including a teaspoon of celery seed and fennel at every meal, until your pee is fresh and sweet to the taste."
The Jacuzzi tub is filling as Cyn's pee trickles to a stop. "Mistress, where is the toilet tissue?" she asks me. "Just take a handful of shampoo and release it by the water out-take." Sin fills her hand with shampoo and dips it down into the water where the water is sucked from the tub to be warmed and blasted back into the tub mixed with air bubbles from the Jacuzzi nozzles. In seconds the tub is filled with a mountain of bubbles. "Shut the water off, then cum and remove my clothes." I tell her as soon as the tub is full enough.
Sin approaches me and with great simplicity removes my jacket and skirt, then unbuttons my blouse and pushes it off my shoulders to the floor. I watch the beautiful way she moves, so smoothly like a dancer. As she reaches for the clip of my front-closing bra, I ask her where she learned to dance. Sin looks into my eyes, startled. My bra falls away as she tells me, "I was going to State Ballet College since I was 8. Then just last year, my mother told me she could not pay for my lessons any more. The next day a man came to my ballet class. He seemed to know all about me having to quit at the end of the year, so he offered me a job dancing in a club. I just had to keep on with my lessons, so I took the job."
By the time Sin finishes telling me this, she is on her knees, peeling my lace-top stockings down to my feet, where I step out of them and my pumps. I take her hand and lead her back to the tub where the shampoo suds are spilling over onto the floor. We help each other step into the water and I sink down into the foam, but I do not allow Sin to do the same. "You need to pee?" I tease her, then pee on my breasts right now." Sin is obviously confused by my command, and I am sure that she is more used to being pissed upon than pissing. But she straddles me and after several seconds a yellow stream erupts from between her labia, splashes against my chest, and runs down into the bath water. The temperature of her urine exactly matches that of the bath.
Our bath is long and luxurious, as I explain to Cyn the rules of my household. She is free to do as she pleases, except when I require certain things, usually sexual, from her. It is too soon yet to tell which domestic chores I will ask her to perform, but I make it clear that she should volunteer to do whatever she sees a need for. If she thinks a chair needs to be fixed, she can do that, or be assigned to scrub the bathrooms.
I require her to soap me all over, including the deepest reaches of my anus, and I do the same for her.
Eventually we a squeaky-clean, both inside and out, so I lead her to the closet where we may dress each other in sheer fabrics and costly jewels. She will not always be dressed this way, but I want her to make a good first impression on Toni, Amanda and Steven. Finally I am dressed in white, with enough diamonds to choke an insurance adjuster; while Cyn is arrayed in sheer red and a fortune in gold jewelry. Usually I demand that my slaves be bare of pubic hair, but Cyn's long waves of red hair are so perfectly reflected by the patch at the top of her thighs that I allow her to retain a tiny triangle of curls pointing down to the top of her slit.
It is almost the appointed hour of 5:30, when I will introduce Cyn to her fellow fuck-friends. I take her by the hand and guide her down the hallway to the top of the stairs, where we turn around the banister post and gaze down on my 3 darlings. In other circumstances I might have been insulted by the fact that all eyes were on the girl beside me. But I had gone to every effort to present Cyn at her most beautiful self.
Toni and Amanda's eyes are all for the numerous piercings and gold adornments that hang from their new friend. Steven's gaze darts back and forth from me to the little bit of pubic hair visible at the top of the slit of Cyn's skirt. Slowly the two of us descend the stairs, with me taking Cyn by the hand and measuring the pace. My sex-slaves simply stare, letting me know that I am getting exactly the effect I want. On the bottom step I pause.
"This is your new sister Cynthia, but I choose to have her be called simply Sin. It is good to be home, and now each of you my kiss my pussy, and then greet Cyn in the same manner." First Toni gives me a chaste kiss then moves to do the same for our new girl in red. Then Amanda follows. But Steven the bold makes his kiss a long, leisurely tongue trail up my slit to lick the underside of my clit. Then Steven moves to Cyn, and from the way her fingers tighten on mine I know that he has done the same to her.
My new family is off to an excellent start.