Date: Tue, 5 Jun 2001 06:07:50 -0700 (PDT)
From: Selena Anders <selenaanders@yahoo.com>
Subject: Steven and Carla

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.