Date: Sat, 17 Aug 2002 16:58:28 -0700 (PDT)
From: Selena Anders <selenaanders@yahoo.com>
Subject: Steven 15: Cynthia

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...
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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.