Hi, this is Steven again, because Mistress is still away with Crissy. It is my job to keep the daily journal while Mistress is absent. On the morning after Amanda and I had so much fun with the junior glee club, I slowly wake up with Amanda's lips wrapped around my cock. She is taking an early opportunity to practice her deep-throat technique without gagging, so I hold still and resist the urge to pump my hips up against her face. Her hand is lovingly cupping my balls, and each time she lowers her mouth, she takes a bit more of me into her throat.
As the sun streams in through the chintz curtains, I manage to whisper a warning, "Amanda, I'm gonna cum!" Her eyes flick up toward mine, and she manages to smile, even though her mouth is still full of my erection. Her head starts to bob rapidly up and down on my cock, and minutes later I explode in her mouth. Amanda's eyes show me how hard it is for her to take my load of semen, but she persists and swallows furiously until it is all gone. That is why I love her. She loves to give pleasure.
As I catch my breath, Amanda goes to her own drawer and gets out a new package of regular black pantyhose.
She expertly opens it and then snips a hole in the crotch of the hose with a pair of scissors. "Here", she hands me the sheer bit of cloth, "Toni wants you to wear these today." By now I am used to wearing girl's clothes, because Mistress loves to see all her slaves in lingerie, so I carefully pull on the pantyhose, and find that Amanda has cut a hole exactly the right shape and size for my cock to thrust through.
Amanda continues, "This morning, Toni wants strawberry jam for breakfast, served on the head of your cock; plus champagne." I don't mind the jam part, because Toni's soft little tongue feels wonderful on my prick, but I am starting to worry about my 9-year-old fellow fuck-toy drinking too much alcohol. Last night, Toni chose to sleep in Mistress' bed, and I think it was just to assert her authority.
Anyway, Amanda and I run down to the kitchen to get Toni's breakfast, with Amanda wearing only a little lace gown, and me in pantyhose that are too small for me, since Amanda is such a skinny girl. We return to Mistress' bedroom and gently knock on the door. A small but imperious voice answers, "Cum in!"
As we enter, Toni is sitting in Mistress' favorite chair, dressed in a satin robe that is way too big for her. "Cum around here, Steven!" the little girl commands, and I move to her side as Amanda slides her tray onto the breakfast table. Toni continues, "I would like some strawberry jam!" So Amanda carefully removes the top of the jar of the best preserves money can buy, and scoops out a healthy dollop on a dull butter knife. For this I am grateful, because I don't want to accidentally be circumcised again. Toni holds my erection to keep me from twitching, as Amanda smears the jam on top of my shaft. Then Toni bends over slightly to lick me clean.
I can't really say which of Mistress' three female slaves is the best cock-sucker. Crissy is the strongest, and can make me cum the fastest. Amanda is less skilled, but has the most loving patience, slowly bringing me to a state of being totally crazed. Toni simply has the softest lips and tongue I have ever felt, so all I can do as she licks the strawberry jam from my cock is close my eyes and enjoy the moment.
Then Toni wants some champagne, and Amanda reaches to pour the wine into a tall narrow glass. But Toni stops her, "No! I want you to get down on the floor with your ass up between my legs and your shins over the arm of this chair, so I can drink the champagne from your pussy!" Amanda hesitates only a second before adopting the required position, then Toni tells me to pour as much champagne as possible into Amanda's gaping twat. This turns out to be less than one might have thought, but as I am familiar with Amanda's tight cunt, I am not really surprised that it will only hold a few ounces of liquid.
Eagerly, Toni bends over to lick the bubbly from Amanda's cunt. But in her haste, she spills a good bit of the champagne, which runs down the older girl's tummy toward her small tits. The sight of Toni drinking champagne from the vagina of the inverted lovely Amanda would have given me a hard-on, even if I didn't have a case of priapism that never lets my dick get soft. At Toni's command, I keep re-filling Amanda's vagina with champagne, and Toni keeps licking it out until Amanda's orgasm causes her cunt to contract, sending a luscious squirt of cunt cream and wine to coat Toni's face. Toni leans back and laughs, licking her lips; and gives us permission to go and get ourselves cleaned up.
Amanda and I head for Mistress' bathroom, where Amanda needs to pee. I remove her lace wrap, which is now saturated with spilled champagne, and toss it in the laundry hamper. Then, as is the custom in our house, I kneel between Amanda's knees, ready to clean between her legs after she has finished. Amanda whispers to me urgently, "Steven! We've got to do something! I'm going to call Mistress Gloria. We can't just let Toni sit around all day getting drunk and not doing any of the work!" I have to agree, so I get up and grab the phone that always hangs by the bath tub, hit the speed dialer #1, and hand it to Amanda. I can only hear Amanda's end of the conversation, but I gather that Mistress is not pleased. Amanda finishes peeing, and allows me to lick her pussy clean of urine and champagne, as she gets instructions from our Mistress.
I am still licking my way up Amanda's tummy toward her pointy little tits, as she calls another number, "Hello, Carla? This is Amanda, at Gloria's house. Our Mistress is away, and wants you to cum over to provide a firm hand of discipline here. You know she always pays well. You can? Twenty minutes? We'll be waiting for you!" Amanda hands me back the phone, and I return it to its place on the wall. She tells me, "Follow me!" and dashes out the bathroom door. By the time I follow her she is telling little Toni, "Get a move on, girl! Mistress Gloria is sending Crissy's sister Carla to take charge of us!"
Amanda dashes off down the stairs, with both Toni and me running behind. There is a sense of urgency as Amanda watches the gate monitor camera, and it is much less than the promised twenty minutes before a long low Lincoln cruises up, and Amanda presses the gate opening button before the driver has a chance to announce herself. Then we run out onto the front porch to greet the woman who will be our Mistress until Gloria returns. "Who is this person?" I ask as we take our positions, kneeling with our legs apart and our hands on our heads.
Toni answers me, "She's Crissy's older sister, and she used to be Mistress Gloria's fuck-toy, just like us. But she learned a lot of stuff about how to be a Mistress herself, and made a bunch of money by just investing the way our Mistress does."
The shiny black car with darkened windows glides to a stop in front of the three of us. A woman gets out of the drivers' seat, and I stare at her. She looks like a slightly older version of Crissy, but with sandy hair rather than pale blonde. I completely forget that both Toni and Amanda are completely nude, while I am wearing only pantyhose with a hole cut so my cock can stick through. This woman, who looks like she is in her early 20s, wears only high-cut French lace panties, and knee-high boots, both in brilliant purple. She has a riding-crop under her arm and elbow-length gloves made of the same purple lace as her panties. Without even giving us a glance, she moves gracefully to open the back door of the car. "Sophie! Out!" this beautiful girl snaps, and a woman jumps out of the back seat to land on all fours.
The new woman is shaved everywhere, and her scalp has the same even tan as the rest of her body. She is wearing nothing but a spiked dog-collar, and the sandy-haired girl immediately snatches up the leash attached to it. The bald woman has huge tits that hang almost to the ground as she crawls slowly toward the girl who is giving the orders. Then her nipples do drop to the pavement as she begins to lick the bright purple boots. There can be no doubt as to who is in charge here, and who will stay in charge until Mistress Gloria returns.
The purple-clad Carla turns to face Toni, "I understand you have decided not to do any work while your Mistress is gone, and that you are going to drink all of her wine!" I don't dare to turn to look at Toni's face, to see how she reacts, as Carla continues, "Well, we have a way of dealing with naughty little girls like you! Get over here and lick my bitch's ass, NOW!'
Mistress Gloria has often had us slaves give anal pleasure to each other, but she has always made is seem like fun, and full of pleasure. She has taught us every possible way to love each other, and several impossible ones. But I have never heard her yell the way Carla is doing.
So right out in front of the house, Toni scrambles to mash her face into the rear end of the woman with the huge boobs, who continues to lick Carla's boots as though they were made of ice cream. Carla finally notices Amanda and me; "Hello, I would like you to meet my bitch Sophie. She is very obedient, and will bring you anything she can carry in her mouth. She also has a lovely long tongue, and can use it to lick more than just my boots. She never talks, because she is a dog, and if she tries to talk she gets THIS!" With a sudden swoosh, Carla brings the riding crop down on Sophie's bare bum, less than an inch from Toni's ear. Carla continues mildly, "So if you don't want to be in the dog house, you will obey my every word. Do you understand?"
Carla's smile is lovely, but I can see the angry red stripe on Sophie's bottom. So it is with a bit of uncertainty that Amanda and I both respond, "Yes, Ma'am."
Carla simply walks away, leaving the older woman with her tongue hanging out, no longer able to lick the purple patent-leather boots. For a moment she turns back to Toni, "Don't worry, just keep on licking, and Sophie will let you know when she's had enough." The poor girl has just been transformed from senior slave in charge to ass-licker of our new boss' dog-woman.
Carla approaches me, "So you are the famous Steven of the perpetual prong. I'm looking forward to getting to know you much better. But first I want you to open the trunk of the car, where you will find the parts of a pre-fabricated dog-house. Just set it up over there on the lawn." She hands me the car keys, and I run to do her bidding. The dog-house is not large, and is easily assembled by just slotting the boards together.
The two sides of the roof are each painted with the single word, "Bitch".
By the time I am finished assembling the dog-house, Carla has sent Amanda inside with two bowls and a can of dog-food. Amanda emerges with one bowl full of water and the other full of Alpo, which she places at the dog-house doorway. Carla turns to her bitch-woman Sophie, and removes the collar, then transfers it to little Toni's neck. Carla speaks, "So, little girl, you want to act like a bitch? Then you can sleep like one too!" Toni is already on her hands and knees, licking Sophie's ass, but a sharp jerk on the chain draws Toni away from her task and toward the dog-house, where Carla clips the end of the chain to a ring just above the door. Finally our temporary Mistress says simply, "You others, cum with me."
So we leave poor little Toni chained like a dog next to her bowl of Alpo, and follow Carla into the mansion. Carla leads the way followed by Amanda and me, with the crawling Sophie bringing up the rear. Once the frond door is closed, Carla turns to us and gives us another surprise, "I think I should like a good game of tennis! Which one of you is the better tennis player?"
I shut up and leave it to Amanda to explain, "Neither of us has been here long enough to have had much practice. The only person who can give our Mistress a good game is Crissy, but they are both away."
"Fine!" Carla says, "Then it will have to be two on one; you two against me. Now you two go and get on your tennis costumes, and meet me at the court with rackets and balls as soon as you can."
I have had only 3 tennis lessons since arriving here, so I am not very good, even though our instructor loves to have me fuck her silly at the end of each class. I really have no tennis costume, and just wear the lingerie of the day. But Amanda always wears a long white diaphanous robe, and a wide-brimmed straw hat for tennis, to keep the sun off her lily-white skin. I get the rackets and balls while Amanda puts on her clothes, and the two of us head for the tennis court together.
Carla awaits, looking like a big bronzed female beach bully in lingerie. Sophie squats by one net post. Carla chooses the heaviest of the collection of rackets I brought, but gives Amanda and me the opportunity of first serve.
It would be too embarrassing to describe the following game. It was as if Amanda and I were always deliberately hitting the ball into the net. And at the end of each point, Sophie would run across, and expertly grab the errant tennis ball in her mouth.
When the score is 6-love, 6-love, 6-love, Carla finally decides to have mercy on us. Amanda is exhausted from chasing balls she can't quite handle, and falls to the ground. Sophie the dog-woman with the huge breasts comes over to her on hands and knees, and lifts her skirt with her mouth, and starts to lick Amanda's slit in the blazing afternoon sun.
Carla came over to me and looked me up and down like a piece of meat. She tells me, "Well, you aren't much at getting a racket up, but I see one part of you is still ready for action. Cum here!" She abruptly turns her back on me and walks over to the post that supports the tennis net. She puts her hands on top of it, waving her ass at me. "Do me lover! Show me you can do at least one thing right!"
I'm hot. I'm tired. I'm humiliated in a way Mistress Gloria would never do. And I'm angry. So I march up to the bent-over woman, quickly plunge both of my thumbs into her waiting, pouting pussy, and brutally part her lips to reveal the dark canal. I may not be a tennis expert yet, but I can sure hit a cunt with my cock. I waste no time driving into her, and I am glad to hear her shriek that could be either delight or pain. I don't care whether she likes my fucking or not. It it's good enough for my real Mistress, it's good enough for Carla. She yells and screams unintelligibly, and that just gets my blood going more and more. I fuck her so hard she starts to make tiny steps toward the post, until her lower belly is up against the steel, and I am still slamming into her. Carla's final shriek cums as she spews a torrent of fuck juice on the side of the tennis court. My cock falls out of her as she slumps to her knees, totally spent.
Sophie the dog-lady hears her Mistress's cry and turns away from Amanda. Then she trots over and starts to lick Carla's puddle of love liquid up off the asphalt.
I go and help Amanda to her feet and together we leave Mistress and Bitch to do what they will, as we head for the house. It is time to do our homework.