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  ‘Ye...’ he started to say, but was again interrupted by the finger and the soft glossy lips.

  ‘Don’t speak, just nod or shake your head.’

  He nodded his head vigorously.

  ‘Good boy. The first rule we have is that sex should always be used to give pleasure to more than one person. Do you agree with that rule, Andrew?’

  Again, he nodded vigorously.

  ‘The second rule is that we like three people to be involved, for maximum pleasure.’

  ‘But...’, again the finger and the lips, and this time he could feel the slave girls breasts sliding on his legs.

  ‘Do you agree with the second rule Andrew?’

  What else could he do but nod, he was shaking with excitement anyway.

  ‘And the third rule is that sex must always be prepared for, because preparation and anticipation heighten the pleasure. Do you agree with the third rule Andrew?’

  He could only nod.

  ‘Good boy.’ Caroline kissed him, for slightly longer this time. Why did the word ‘boy’ sound as though it had a question mark after it?

  ‘Now we must prepare you, or rather this time Sylvie will prepare you. You will enjoy that Sylvie won’t you?’

  ‘Oh yes please my mistress and owner,’ the slave girl replied. It had the sound of a ritual response.

  ‘But first we had better ensure that you don’t enjoy it too much, hadn’t we?’

  ‘Of course Mistress and Owner.’ The slave kissed Caroline’s breasts while Caroline stroked her head.

  ‘Bring me the toy-box Sylvie.’

  The slave rose to her feet, performed the same combined curtsey and salute that she had demonstrated earlier, and left the room through a door Andrew had not seen used before.

  ‘Now you will find out about preparation, and why it makes everything so much more fun. Poor boy, you are shaking. Never mind you are going to enjoy yourself, and us with you.’ Again she made the word ‘boy’ sound almost like a question. Her hand brushed briefly over his crotch. He started and shook involuntarily.

  ‘Shhh ... it will be worth your waiting. Now look at my little slave.’

  Sylvie had come back into the room, pushing a little trolley. She could have been a waitress in a very risqué restaurant, but what was on the trolley was quite unlikely to have been shown in a public place.

  ‘Good Girl. Now first... we don’t want you to trouble our guest with your chatter. So...’ Caroline fitted a gag around her slaves head. The red ball forced her mouth open and her lips apart.

  ‘Is it too tight dear?’ The slave shook her head. ‘As long as it’s tight enough to stay in.’

  Caroline kissed her slave around the ball gag, and lovingly and lingeringly kissed the slaves breasts. She turned her to show her off to Andrew, as though to display pride of ownership. The slave responded under her hands, pushing her breasts forwards.

  ‘Now we had better make sure you don’t go too far with our guest, or rather go too far too soon!’

  Caroline took another harness from the trolley, and with much stroking and caressing fitted what looked like a tight thong around the girl’s lower abdomen. When she had finished, another bright red ball showed between the slaves pussy lips. There were two brief clicks as this fitting, like the gag in her mouth, was retained with a small padlock. Caroline slid the key on a length of gold chain around her own neck, where it hung between her breasts. She patted the slave on her bottom.

  ‘Now you can prepare our guest Sylvie. You know what we designed?’

  The slave girl nodded her response.

  ‘Good. Now Andrew, can you still walk?’ She helped the boy to his feet. His lower garment stuck out in front of him. ‘Don’t worry, Sylvie will be very gentle with you, and then bring you back here. She is lovely isn’t she?’

  He would have responded that the slave girl was amazingly lovely and sexy in the firelight, but before he could speak a fresh raspberry was pushed into his mouth, and another sip of the golden wine, and he received a lingering soft-lipped kiss.

  The slave girl took his hand and lead him towards the door from which she had pushed the trolley. He could still taste the raspberry and the sugar and the cream, and the delicate aftertaste of the wine.

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  When, after what seemed a time-out-of-time, Sylvie led him back, he was surprised to see that Caroline, although still gloriously naked on the satin sofa, was wearing reading glasses, and was studying a folder of what looked like glossy printed documents and pictures. As the slave girl led her guest back to her, Caroline first looked over the top of the reading glasses, then took them off and laid them down with the folder.

  ‘Lovely, both of you. Thank you Sylvie. I hope our guest was well behaved? Yes, I’m sure he was. Come over here.’

  She drew the slave girl to her, kissed her round her gag, and caressed her breasts before taking the key from its chain and kissing that too.

  ‘Come here,’ she beckoned to her guest. ‘Would you like to unlock her?’

  She proffered the key. He took it and as he worked out what to unlock and remove, the slave girl squirmed around him. He took off the mouth gag first, and the girl responded by kissing his fingers. After her eyes had requested and received permission from her mistress, she kissed him with the same tongue kiss that the two women had been exchanging earlier.

  ‘Now take off her lower gag too.’

  He fumbled a bit, the task not made easier by the squirming girl under his hands. He managed the lock, but had to place his fingers on her naked smooth pubis to remove the red ball. She placed her hands on his, and made him struggle to pull the ball out of her. Finally she let him achieve the removal, and then kissed his hands.

  ‘Good Girls,’ said Caroline. (Girls?) ‘Now come and see how we have prepared you.’

  With Caroline holding one arm, and Sylvie the other, the shaking guest was led to a three panelled mirror on the far side of the fireplace.

  Between the two naked women, their faces flushed with delight, stood what was apparently another woman, not quite naked and very flat-chested, but with painted nails, and a lightly made-up face with subtly lined eyes. Her rather mousy (although quite long) brown hair was shot through with red and gold highlights, and was looped up behind her ears. She was clad in a very tight flower print bikini bottom, and a twisted scarf on her top which hid, although could not disguise her lack of breasts. On her feet were high-heeled sandals, although the heels much lower than those of the two voluptuous and naked women on each side of her.

  ‘Well done Sylvie.’

  ‘Thank you my mistress and owner.’

  ‘Did she co-operate fully?’ (She?)

  ‘Oh yes. She was a bit startled when I fastened her into the frame, but I soon made her comfortable!’

  ‘Sylvie – I hope not too comfortable?’

  ‘Oh no mistress. The icepack on her groin made her start a bit.’ (A bit!) ‘But it shrunk her nicely to get the bikini on.’

  ‘Yes – it fits nicely.’ Both women ran their hands over the garment and the groin and the bottom being discussed.

  ‘Was there much hair to remove?’

  ‘Very little, and she made no fuss.’

  ‘Good Girls.’ (There it was again – girls!)

  ‘Caroline,’ the new girl tried to say, but all that came out was a whisper. As before, soft fingers and lips prevented more attempts at speech, but this time the finger and lips were Sylvie’s.

  ‘Don’t try to speak dear. The last fruit we fed you had a little vocal anaesthetic in it. It won’t last long, but you won’t need your voice this evening. Just enjoy how you look, and how we look.’

  Hands caressed the new girl; bottoms and breasts rubbed around her; fingers and lips explored her mouth.

  ‘Now we have to make one last preparation – what name shall we give you? What do you think Sylvie?’

  ‘May I really give her a name Mistress and Owner?’

  ‘What do you thi
nk?‘

  ‘I think Cassandra would fit her nicely, with Cassie for short.’

  ‘Just right! Do you think Cassandra will suit you?’

  The new girl didn’t know what to say, but remembered she couldn’t say anything anyway, so after a little pause, nodded rather shyly. The other two women laughed at the response.

  ‘She’s lovely,’ said Caroline, and lead Cassandra by the hand, back to the satin sofas and the warm firelight.

  In what happened after that, Caroline’s second rule was clearly demonstrated. To start with both big breasted women kissed and licked each other, but always one of them kept at least one hand on Cassandra. Frequently a finger or a tongue or a breast was in or against her mouth. Her head was pushed down to lick Caroline’s sex. Caroline encouraged her to use her own tongue, while Sylvie’s breasts rubbed round her shoulders. Then there came a time, when both women locked her in an embrace, and one of them, Cassie never knew who, removed her scarf top. Cassie found her nipples being explored with tongues and sometimes teeth, to the point when it almost hurt.

  ‘Darling Cassie, I think we’ve made you wait long enough,’ Caroline whispered in her ear, and hands slid round her bikini bottom and gently eased it away. Fingers massaged the revealed balls and penis, which stood urgently upright from the smooth crotch. The fingers were supplemented by Sylvie’s questing mouth and tongue. When Cassie had almost completely lost control, the fingers and mouth were removed, and she was laid back on the sofa by the slave girl, so that her mistress and owner could first stand and show Cassie her proud breasts, and then slowly and gently slide on top of her. It was the slave girl’s fingers who guided the penis inside Caroline, and it was the slave girl who kept up the attention to Cassie’s nipples while Caroline rode her up and down.

  After her tumultuous climax, Cassie felt almost neglected for a brief spell while the two other women bought each other to further climaxes, but always at least one hand was kept on part of Cassie’s anatomy.

  ‘Cassie dear, did you like that?’ Caroline asked a quiet interval.

  The nodded reply was followed by an all encompassing kiss from Sylvie.

  ‘I think she did – my mistress and owner.’

  ‘Do you think we should encourage her more?’

  ‘Oh yes mistress.’

  ‘You feed her then, while I attend to the fire.’

  While the naked Caroline, having put on a leather apron and gloves and a protective mask for her face, carefully placed more logs on the fire, Sylvie fed the naked Cassandra with strawberries, and raspberries, and cherries and golden sparkling wine. The places she made Cassie eat from included her mouth and between her breasts, and Cassie twice had to grasp a strawberry with her teeth from between the moist lips of Sylvie’s vulva. It was after this that the flaccid penis started showing more signs of erection.

  (This was reinforced by the sight of the naked Caroline in her mask – which for some reason she had forgotten to take off!)

  ‘She is lovely and young and strong!’ said Caroline, blowing softly into Cassie’s ear. Then, to be fair, she removed her mask and kissed her slave girl. ‘You should have her now.’

  This time it was Caroline who laid the almost breathless Cassie on her back, almost smothered her with lips and breasts and, as Sylvie climbed onto the entirely defenceless body, slid the young penis into the slave with firm but gentle fingers.

  With Caroline sometimes rubbing her breasts into Cassie, and sometimes exchanging passionate kisses with the mounted Sylvie, and sometimes tweaking and nibbling Cassie’s nipples, the threesome achieved Cassie’s second climax of the night, and even when that was over Caroline and Sylvie drove each other to a further mutual and heightened orgasm, not forgetting to keep a hand, or a leg or a mouth touching Cassie.

  ‘Is she asleep?’ Cassie heard Caroline whisper. Cassie opened her eyes and blinked.

  ‘Hello little girl – did we wear you out?’ There was a soft giggle from Sylvie.

  ‘Would you like a bedtime drink – a warm one?’ Cassie pulled her thoughts together as much she could and nodded.

  ‘Come with us.’ Sylvie helped her put on a fluffy warm gown. (It was a pale pink colour she noticed. Caroline wore a darker one, almost purple; Sylvie had a lighter lavender shade.)

  The fire had burn down to a soft glow.

  Sylvie took her hand and led her after Caroline back through the double doors into the empty dining room and through another door into a large and comfortable kitchen. There was a large range on the far wall, which was sending out an encouraging heat, with some easy chairs in front of it. Sylvie busied herself making cocoa.

  ‘Wh...’ Cassie tried to speak.

  ‘Shhh dear.’ She felt Caroline’s soft finger on her lips and almost shuddered as her body remembered. ‘You won’t be able to speak properly until the morning. Don’t worry, it’s nothing permanent. Let’s have our cocoa, and then we’ll all get some sleep. You don’t need to worry about the morning. Just come down here when you are ready, and Belle Newcombe will get you some breakfast, or lunch, or brunch, or tea or whatever you want. We can have a long talk later on. Will that be alright?’

  All Cassie could do was nod.

  She saw Aphrodite asleep in a basket near the range, her striped ribcage rising and falling, and was grateful that the cat was as content as she was. The cocoa was warm and comforting. When it was finished, Sylvie led her upstairs back to her room. ‘Do you want a bath?’ Sylvie asked. Without waiting for a response she went through into the large bathroom, and Cassie heard the sound of running water. She fell on the bed, and was almost asleep when the slave girl helped her out of the gown, and into the warm bubbly and scented bath. She was asleep a few minutes later when Sylvie came back, woke her briefly, helped her out of the bath, dried her with large fluffy towels, and let her collapse into the large bed.

  Cassie never remembered what Sylvie did then, but she fell asleep with the sensation and memory of gentle fingers running over her skin, and soft lips on hers.

  Sylvie covered the sleeping girl with the duvet, and went to the door. Caroline stood there watching her new guest. She smiled happily, kissed her slave girl, and led her to Caroline’s own bedroom.

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  Chapter Three

  Doubts and Decisions

  The dreams were amazing, like nothing he had remembered before, swirling blonde hair, breasts and soft bodies against his. (His breasts?) Being tied up and having his entire body touched, rubbed, smoothed, decorated, being prepared for someone else’s pleasure. Entering another body and becoming part of a surging uncontrollable mutual passion. Fingers on his lips. Painted finger nails. His painted nails?

  He woke to sunshine filtering around think velvet curtains. He looked around the room, stretched and got out of bed. He was naked and hairless all over, and he did have painted nails!

  There was a gentle knock on the door. ‘Hello. Are you awake?’

  He panicked, got back on the bed, and pulled the duvet round him.

  The knock again

  ‘Hello.’

  ‘Yes?’ His voice sounded croaky.

  ‘Can I come in?’

  ‘Oh, yes.’ he replied, kneeling on the bed and pulling the duvet up to his shoulders. (His chest and nipples were sore.)

  The door opened and Sylvie looked round into the room.

  ‘Would you like some coffee?’

  ‘Oh – yes please.’

  Sylvie came into the room. She was wearing her grey slit skirt again, a pinkish grey blouse and an elegant silver bracelet that matched her collar. Had he really seen her last night wearing nothing but chains? She brought a silver tray, with a coffee pot and milk and sugar and placed it on a small table. She poured a mug of coffee and came over towards the bed. He tried to hold up the duvet with one hand, and take the mug with the other, and didn’t succeed. Sylvie didn’t register the boy’s embarrassment, but turned to the window. She pulled a long cord, and the curtains pulled open witho
ut a sound. She fastened each side with a braided loop. Sunlight flooded the room.

  ‘Caroline gave you this room because it faces south west. You saw the evening sun yesterday? Well, it’s nearly mid-day now so you are getting the sun direct. Is it a bit bright for you?’

  She pulled another cord and the vertical blinds moved to an angle which blocked the brightest of the light.

  ‘There you are. We thought we’d better wake you up, because you must be getting hungry. When you are ready just come down to the kitchen.’

  ‘But my clothes, and toothbrush... and things....’

  ‘Oh don’t worry you’ll find everything you need. There’s clean everything in the bathroom, and clean clothes in the cupboard and drawers. You should find things to fit you. Can I pour you some more coffee?’

  ’What shall I do about these?’ he showed his fingers to the girl.

  ‘Don’t worry, no-one will mind. But If it worries you I’ll clean them for you?’

  ‘Um..’

  ‘If it makes you happier we’ll clean them.’

  She went into the bathroom, and came back with a bottle and a bag of cotton-wool balls. ‘Come here.’ She sat on the bed and pulled his left hand towards her. ‘You just drink your coffee. Have to be careful doing this. Don’t want to damage my own nails. You have no idea how long it takes to paint them by oneself. Of course it’s quicker if someone does them for you.’

  She deftly moistened cotton-wool with nail varnish remover, and wiped clean each finger in turn. The touch of her fingers on his had a calming effect on his mind.

  ‘And the other one.’ He changed the mug hand to hand, and Sylvie took his right hand.

  ‘Toes to? Although no-one will mind at all. It was such fun painting nail varnish on you!’

  The boy pulled the duvet more tightly round him as he remembered. Had that really happened?

  ‘I could see you were quite fascinated by the whole process. Caroline said you would be. Well, if you want....’ He pushed his feet out from under the duvet.

  Sylvie knelt down beside the bed. More memories from last night came back to him, as he looked down on the blonde head, and the swell of her breasts in her blouse. Part of him swelled in reaction to sight, and the touch of her hands on his feet and toes.