Shaved Heads Part 6-7

This story is authored by Jimmy, please send comments and appreciation to Jimmy


The story which follows bares overtones of similarity to the French classic: “The Story of O” by Pauline Reage, albeit with reversal of gender roles.


Part 6

The time came for me to be delivered to Mistress Grace for the first of five annual months, as my wife/owner had agreed in order to spare me the cane when we were at the Lake Galena Retreat. I was not looking forward to this.

I was not, because Mistress Grace the younger, her mother Mistress Grace the elder and her mother’s sister, Mistress Mary were the three most brutal, sadistic human beings I had ever encountered.

I was mildly submissive to begin with, but under the experience of actual slavery to My Beloved Mistress Annie, I became far more so. For a woman to profit from owning a submissive man, he must not be able to masochistically enjoy punishment. The solution, in my case as no doubt in many others, was to make a small hole at the bottom of my scrotum and another one in my foreskin and connect them with a small padlock whose key was in the hands of my owner. When locked, I couldn’t have a full erection, let alone an orgasm.

Annie had the best of both worlds. Every three or more weeks, she would unlock me and I would fuck her more times in succession than I could count, making her feel as though she had been gang raped by a herd of elephants. On these occasions, she was, as I was, ecstatic. Between these occasions she would have regular sex with her boyfriend, Blake.

One evening the phone rang. Annie answered it. She always answered it in the same way. “It’s your nickel!” “Am I speaking to Anne Marie Montecasino?” “The very same. Who are you? Oh, wait, let me guess. I’d know that giggle anywhere. Grace?!” “Yes, it’s me. I’m calling about Jimmy. You do remember your promise, don’t you?” “How could I forget?”

“You don’t have to come with him if you don’t want to, but I hope you will accept my invitation!” “For how long?” “The whole month! Longer if you like!” “Great! You’re on! I love Florida!”

“Oh, Annie, I have two homes. We won’t be at my Florida home which is, in all modesty, big, but in my Caribbean home which is even bigger! You’ll love it Annie! I promise you will! Oh, do you and Jimmy have passports?! You will need them!”

“Yes! Where, exactly, do you live, Grace?” “Near Ciudad Boba, the capital of the little Island Republic of Feo y Bobo. Can you leave two weeks from Thursday?” “Oh, I don’t know Grace. Tickets on such short notice can be very expensive!”

“Oh, no, Annie! I’ll send you a private plane. My pilot Rhelda will call you when she and Arturo, her copilot, arrive at the Northeast Philadelphia Airport.”

“Grace, I’ll be there with bells on!” “No, Annie, please don’t wear bells. That would be undignified for a mistress. On the other hand, Jimmy’s a lowly slave! Would you please make him wear bells?!” “Grace, that’s the least I can do! Jimmy will wear bells!”

After the conversation, I said, “Beloved, did you know that Feo y Bobo has one of the highest GINI indices in the world?! It’s wealth distribution is more uneven than Saudi Arabia’s! When a wealthy Swiss person feels that his own country’s banks aren’t secret enough, he puts his ill gotten gains in the Bank of Feo y Bobo. Feo y Bobo is the money laundering capital of the world.”

“I knew some of what you are telling me. A part of it is like Palm Beach and West Palm beach Florida: Mansion after mansion with huge luxury hotels. There is a fairly small middle class and the bulk of the population lives in dire poverty on the brink of starvation.”

“It sounds like a great place to have cheap servants one can treat like cattle.” She agreed.

My MistressAnnie told me about a recent conversation she had with Blake. He said, “You’re very quiet tonight, Darling. I suspect that there is something on your mind.” “Yes, there is, Blake, but more immediately, haven’t I asked you not to call me ‘Darling’?!”

“No, you haven’t, but you have asked me not to call you ‘Sweetheart’, which I haven’t since then.” “Don’t you understand, Blake? Words like that imply more than sex. I have told you that the man I love as a man is my husband Jimmy and no-one else and it will always be so! Any indication that you want more will force me to end this relationship. That will make me very sad, but Blake, I am not bluffing! Oh, how I do flatter myself! Oh, my, what a conceited bitch I am!”

He held her tenderly. “How about ‘Pretty Lady’? He asked gently, “May I call you that?” “Oh, yes, Blake! In fact I like that!” “There’s more, here, isn’t there? Go ahead! I’m a big boy! I can take it!” “You may remember, Blake that I told you about my commitment of Jimmy for a month. Do you?” “Yes, I remember. What has that got to do with us?” “I’m going with him!” “I’m sorry to hear that. I will miss you.”

She paused. He said, “There’s more, isn’t there?” “Yes, I’m afraid so.” She said sadly, “In two weeks I’ll stop taking the pill and when Jimmy and I return, I’m going to unlock him until I’m pregnant. Then I’ll lock him again.”

Blake’s eyes filled with tears. “You’re blowing me off!” “No! No, I’m not! There is more to our relationship than sex! We lunch together! We work together! You’re my boss!” She paused again. “Try to understand! Jimmy is the love of my life and the ONLY love of my life! He has been since we met and he will always be the love of my life!

I do love you, Blake, but I’m not in love with you. Our friendship, our lunches are precious to me!” “To me, also.”

On the appointed day, when Rhelda called, we went to the Northeast Philadelphia Airport. Annie was wearing a dark blue short sleeved sweater that came down to about two inches above her navel and brief dark blue sandals and miniskirt that came up to about an inch below her navel. She told me, “Jimmy, the rule about not looking at a female body is now in force.”

“Yes, My Beloved. With your bare belly button, you are unbearably sexy.” “Thank you.”

Rhelda recognized us because I was the only person there, crazy enough to be wearing bells. With her was a big, athletic looking bald Negro introduced to us as Arturo, her copilot. He bowed low from the waste and kissed Annie’s hands, after which he said in a Caribbean accent, “Thank you, Mistress Annie.”

“Arturo,” I asked him, “Are you a Curley?” “Yes Sir!” “Don’t call me ‘Sir.’ I work for a living. I’m a Curley too, Arturo.”

Rhelda said, “Be quiet, Arturo.” “Yes, Mistress Rhelda.” Arturo replied meekly. Mistress Annie said, “You too, slave Jimmy.” “Yes, My Beloved!”

Arturo put our luggage on the plane without being ordered to do so. After we all boarded, Mistress Rhelda ordered, “Fly the plane, slave Arturo.” He said nothing, but he bowed low from the waste and took over.

I listened as Mistress Rhelda and My Beloved exchanged personal stories. I noticed that Mistress Rhelda unfailingly addressed my owner as Mistress Annie although Mistress Annie addressed her simply as Rhelda.

Rhelda was fairly attractive but not beautiful and she spoke English like an American. She had done four years in the U.S. Air Force with an ROTC (Reserve Officer’s Training Corps) commission, during which she was trained as a pilot. After she got out as a Captain, she got a job as a cargo pilot. One day, she read an ad that intrigued her. A personal pilot was wanted by a wealthy man living in the Island Republic of Feo y Bobo. The man turned out to be a very handsome and extremely wealthy racially mixed light brown skinned American Medical Doctor.

“Excuse me, Rhelda, but would that man happen to be Dr. Grace?” Rhelda laughed. “He would be indeed, Mistress Annie.”

One of the things Rhelda liked was that the ‘servants’, actually slaves, were required to obey her, even sexually. She would walk into a room where, say, a middle aged female was cleaning. The woman would run over and get on her knees and bow her head to the floor and raising it, say, “How may I please you, Mistress Rhelda?”

The pilot would say nothing but look down at her own crotch. The servant would fold her hands behind her and take the zipper handle between her teeth and open Mistress Rhelda’s fly, exposing her hairy vagina, since she wore no panties. The servant would then kiss the exposed vagina in front of her, until the pilot spread her legs and opened her wet vagina so that the servant could insert her tongue and pleasure her superior. In order to please Mistress Rhelda or whoever she was serving, she had not only to obey but to convince her superior that she enjoyed it. If her superior was not satisfied, she could send the servant for a whipping with whatever instrument she chose for as many strokes as she chose. She could administer the beating herself if she chose.

“It sounds as though there is no down side for you.” “Actually, there is, but I’ve learned to live with it, even to enjoy it. The Mistress can do with me as I can do with the servants.”

“Where am I in all of this?” “You are My Mistress’s Guest and therefore I must obey you.” “What if I ordered you to jump out of the plain without a parachute?” “That would violate an order from Mistress Grace, who has ordered me to bring you to her home in Feo y Bobo.”

My Beloved said, “I love what you’re telling me! Is there more?” “Just this: When an inferior brings a superior to orgasm, the former swallows the pussy juice or semen of the latter, except for what ends up on his or her face. To have the mark of sexual servitude is considered by the servants to be an honor. To wipe it off would be an insult and would be severely punished.”

“I love it!” My owner said, “Do you know what I’d like?!” Smiling, Mistress Rhelda said, “I can’t guess!” “When I present slave Jimmy to Mistress Grace, he will be wearing bells as he is now and her pilot’s pussy juices will be drying on his face.”

Mistress Rhelda laughed. “Mistress Annie, your slightest whim is my command!” Grinning happily, the little pilot looked at me and then looked down at her crotch. I crawled over to her, put my hands behind me and took her fly zipper between my teeth. I would tell you what four digit number I was factoring, but I don’t remember. When the zipper was all the way open, I could hear her groan softly with anticipation. I hummed with pleasure as I kissed, repeatedly, her hairy bush.

She spread her legs, opening her red, wet vagina. With my lips and tongue I caressed her clitoris and licked the juicy wetness of her whole womanhood. My mouth was getting tired when she groaned with pleasure. I felt her juices flow into my mouth. I obediently swallowed.

“Eat this one, slave. The next one goes on your face.” “Yes, Mistress Rhelda. Thank you, My Pretty Mistress Rhelda.”

Her next orgasm was indeed smeared on my face. She was close to her third orgasm when she said, “You are getting tired and lazy, slave. I hate that! Do me more vigorously and more passionately!” “Yes, Mistress Rhelda. I’m sorry, Mistress Rhelda. Please forgive me!” She put her third, and mercifully her last, orgasm on my face, which now contained two of her orgasms.

“Thank you, Mistress Rhelda, for the honor and pleasure of serving you. How may I serve you further?” She giggled. “Nothing right now, slave. Go into the wash room and look in the mirror!” “Yes, Mistress Rhelda!”

I decided under the circumstances to factor a really big number:8743: It turned out that 8743 = 7 times 1249, which was as far as it went, since 1249 was prime. My face was covered with a sticky brownish substance. The smell of the little pilot would remain in my nostrils for quite a while!

My Beloved said, laughing, “Rhelda, it has been a pleasure doing business with you. Take over the plane now and send me Arturo. Tell him he must obey me.” She did.

He ran over and got down on his knees without being told. Mistress Annie said, “You may look at me slave Arturo as you slave Jimmy may not.”

I was envious, but perhaps it was just as well. If I had looked at her bare navel in her bare midriff I might have needed to factor a five digit number.

“Tell me about yourself, slave. Tell me your life story. Tell me how a big handsome man like you became a slave!”

Arturo, or Art, as she called him, was born into a very poor family, which was typical of Feo y Bobo. His life, as a child and young man was a constant struggle for survival. His father, whom he adored, often quite literally didn’t know where their next meal was coming from. Where he came from, education and health care were as scarce as hen’s teeth. The percentage of High School graduates was lower than the percentage of college graduates in the United States.

To support his family, Art sold himself to an auctioneer. He was bought by a beautiful grey haired middle aged white lady. Annie asked what I was wondering. “Art, was she, by any chance, Big Grace, mother of Little Grace?”

She was. As a tradition, like any new slave he was whipped twenty times with a long fairly stiff switch like instrument of correction which he described as extremely painful. His head was shaved bald and he was locked as I was. Then he was given as a birthday present to his owner’s daughter, the lovely young Mistress Grace, who welcomed him into her household with the same kind of whip as her mother had used.

Instead of twenty blows, she gave him thirty. As he received the blows, in front of a mirror, he could see that she was watching him, with a pleasant expression on her beautiful face. I was thinking, but dared not say, “That sure sounds like Grace!”

Art was assigned to work in a horse stable under the supervision of a nasty little white man with a whip which he used at the slightest provocation.

Mistress Rhelda informed Art one morning that he would have the honor, until further notice, of serving Mistress Grace Breakfast in bed! He thought the first time he saw her that she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life. As he brought her breakfast in, he was nervous and trembling. As he put it down, she said, “Your name is Arturo, isn’t it?” “Y-yes, M-mistress Grace.”

“Message my feet. You’re afraid of me, aren’t you?” His hands trembled as he messaged her beautiful feet. “Y-y-yes, M-m-mistress G-grace. I fear you.”

She burst out laughing, which could not have put him any more at ease. But she said, “Art, I am providing your family with health insurance and enough money to buy all of the food they could possibly eat. This will continue as long as you are my slave. Message my feet faster and more vigorously! Don’t get lazy or tired on me, slave! Don’t you dare! Stop trembling! Be a man!”

“M-mistress, h-how can I thank you?! You are so generous!” She giggled. “Chicken Feed.”

A couple of days later, as she was eating the breakfast he served her, she said, “My pilot Rhelda, Mistress Rhelda to you, thinks you’re smart. I’d like her to teach you to fly. What do you think, Big Fellow?”

He was thrilled. She taught him and he got his license. When he had received it, Mistress Grace rewarded them both. “From now on, Art, you will serve Rhelda breakfast in bed every morning instead of me. In the evenings you will bathe her and all of the time 24/7 you will be her slave, her absolute and abject slave. Do you understand, Art?”

“Yes, My Beautiful Mistress Grace! I do understand.” They both thanked her. Miss Rhelda said, “Not a day will go by when your face will not be covered with my woman juices or your nose will be free of the smell. Understand, slave?” “Yes, Mistress Rhelda, I do understand! And Mistresses Grace and Rhelda, I love you both!”

I needed to go to the bathroom, but I forgot to raise my hand. “May I..” My Beloved slapped my face with both hands, several times, as always with full force. When she stopped, we both saw that Art had his head on the floor in front of Miss Annie’s feet and that he was whimpering.

Mistress Annie said, “Oh, Dear! Oh!” Clearly, she didn’t know how to react. She left it to me. “Talk to him, Jimmy! Comfort him!”

I put my hand gently on the back of his head and said, very softly, “Art, it’s okay. I was supposed to raise my hand before I spoke. I didn’t mean to, but I disobeyed My Mistress! I deserved the slaps! I want us, you and I, brothers in bondage, to be friends, buddies.”

He lifted his head and said, “Mistress Annie, you must think me less than a man.” “Oh, nonsense, Art! Please don’t be upset!” “Alright Mistress Annie.”

Annie waxed philosophical: “What do you think about the fact that I could slap Jimmy several times with full force, with impunity? I want you to be honest with me, Art!” “You did nothing wrong, Mistress Annie. Although he did not intend to, he disobeyed you, and as he said he deserved to be punished.”

“But on a basic philosophical level, is it really alright for a human being to be owned like a table or a chair, Art? I want to know, in all honesty, what you really think!”

“Mistress Annie, things are as they are because God made them the way they are. None of us has the right to say that God could be wrong. God gave you and Mistress Grace great beauty, because he loves you. In addition, he gave you slaves like me and Jimmy to serve you and to give you pleasure. It is right because it is God’s will!”

“Take over the plane now, Art and send me Rhelda.” “Shall I tell her that she must obey?” “I think she knows that, but yes, tell her anyway.” “Yes, Mistress Annie!”

Mistress Annie had an evil, even fiendish, grin on her lovely face as Mistress Rhelda approached and started to sit on a chair. “On your knees.” Mistress Annie said casually. She looked Mistress Rhelda in the eyes, then looked ostentatiously at her own crotch and then again at Mistress Rhelda, who, now on her knees, apparently got the message. She put her hands behind her, took the zipper between her teeth and opened the fly of her superior. I was forbidden to look directly. I raised my hand. “What, slave Jimmy?” My wife/owner asked, very impatiently. “M-may I watch, please, Beloved?”

“Okay, Lowly One, but what will you be factoring.” “1273, Beloved.” “Tell me when you get it done.” “Yes, My Beloved.”

The little pilot was unexpectedly passionate as she kissed my wife’s hairy pubic mound, “Oh! Oh! M-mm-mmm.”

But the best was yet to come. As expected, my wife spread her legs broadly displaying her wet red vagina. As Mistress Rhelda lapped my wife’s wetness, She groaned with pleasure, “Oh! Ah! Oh! Y-you are my Goddess!” In no time at all, SHE had an orgasm!

“How’s this for timing?!” I exclaimed, “1273 = 19 times 67.” My Beloved laughed, “You’re easy, Rhelda! I haven’t dismissed you Rhelda! Get back to work!” “Yes Mistress Annie.”

She made Mistress Rhelda swallow her first orgasm and placed the second and the third on her face. She ordered her to look in the mirror, bringing Mistress Rhelda to about her sixth orgasm.

My Beloved asked, “Rhelda, would you please explain our hostess to me? Tell us about Grace!” “Certainly, Mistress Annie. I should begin by telling you that to me Mistress Grace is a Goddess, whom I am honored to worship! She doesn’t treat me like a slave although she could if she wanted to. Sometimes she honors me as you did. I haven’t the vocabulary to express the passion of my love for her.

But you don’t need to hear any more about me. Mistress Grace, her mother and her aunt are three peas in a pod. Young Mistress Grace is an incurable social worker, She finds men and women who are promising but damaged: promising because they are smart but damaged by addictions or poverty.

It may be a little bit self serving, but she believes they need freedom from freedom, that is they need to be completely controlled by someone who will love them.”

I raised my hand. My Beloved said, “Speak freely, Jim.” “Thank you, My Beloved! Mistress Rhelda, my experience with Mistress Grace, Mistress Grace and Mistress Mary is one of continuous and savage cruelty! How can I reconcile this with your picture of a compassionate Mistress Grace?”

“Be careful, Jimmy” My wife/owner interjected, “Remember that you are taking to a superior. Remember whose juices are drying on your face.”

“Mistress Rhelda, I meant no disrespect.” Mistress Rhelda laughed, “That’s okay, slave Jimmy. To control, it is necessary to be strict even cruel. To do that effectively, one has to enjoy it. So maybe you’re right. Perhaps she is a little bit sadistic.”

“Forgive me, Mistress Rhelda, but Mistress Grace is not a little bit sadistic. She’s a lot sadistic!” Mistress Rhelda laughed, “Okay, Jimmy. Have it your way.”

“Take the plane, Rhelda. I’m going to sack.” “Yes, My Beautiful Mistress Annie!” Although he hadn’t been ordered to, Art ran over to my wife and got down on his knees in front of her.

“I beg to be honored, although I know I am not worthy.” “What?” She said, “I don’t understand! Speak freely, Jim.”

“He wants to, forgive the vulgarity, eat your pussy, swallow some of it and put the rest on his face, like you honored Mistress Rhelda and she honored me.”

“That’s an honor?!” “That’s the way we Curleys see it!” “Oh, Arty, I’m very flattered! But I’m plum out of spunk. Could I give you a rain check?” “A what?” I said, “Another time, Art.”

Mistress Annie said, “So you don’t go away empty handed, Art, how would you like to pamper my feet? Jimmy will direct you.” “Thank you Mistress Annie! Thank you very much!”

“My Beloved” I asked, “Could I have the honor of serving one of your beautiful feet while slave Arturo serves the other? I know how you like it and I could teach him.”

“Alright, slave Jimmy, but if either of you fails to please me, it will be you, Jimmy, who will be punished!” “As I will deserve!”

Art was on my right, with her left foot in his hand. I removed her right sandal and he removed her left one as she lay back comfortably and closed her eyes. I held her foot up to my nose and smelled it. Art could see that I loved the slightly sweaty smell of her foot. He was about to put her foot into his mouth when he looked at me and saw me shake my head negatively. He followed me as I gently rubbed her feet. After a while, I tapped him on the shoulder and held her feet up to my mouth and began kissing the bottom of her foot. Art did likewise.

I had seen earlier that 1249 is prime. A prime number is one that is divisible only by itself and 1. The lowest primes are 2, 3, 5, 7, 11, 13, 17, 19, 23, 29, 31 etc. All primes beyond 2 are odd numbers, since even numbers are divisible by 2 and so by definition they are not prime numbers. It is easy to prove that there are infinitely many prime numbers. It is believed that there are infinitely many pairs of prime numbers, such as (5, 7), (11, 13) and (17, 19) for example, but no-one has been able to prove or disprove it.

Is 1249 part of a pair of primes? To spare myself pain from the pleasure of kissing my wife’s foot, I decided to find out. Since 1249+2 = 1251 =3 times 417 = 3 times 3 times 139, I needed to try 1249-2 = 1247. But 1247 = 29 times 43. That was disappointing.

I realized as I kissed my wife’s beautiful foot, how passionately I loved her and how wonderfully fulfilled I felt being her slave. After Art and I finished kissing and started licking, humming with pleasure, my owner awoke briefly, smiled and said, “I think I have died and gone to heaven! Each of my feet is being worshipped by a handsome young male slave.” She went back to sleep and awoke only as we landed, not at the Ciudad Boba airport but at Mistress Grace’s private landing strip.

Part 7

A few years earlier:

Shannon was a strikingly beautiful, red headed, blue eyed prostitute with home doubling as place of business. She was 5’ 11’’ tall and she wore a black cocktail dress with bare back and shoulders and a brief miniskirt with shiny black calf length boots.

The second thing anyone saw on entering Shannon’s abode was a collection of long vicious looking knives on her bureau. These were in case a john was reluctant to wear a condom.

It was a day like any other, when Shannon was relaxing alone, between customers in her comfortable recliner chair, that she heard a knock. “Come in?” She smiled as she heard the door handle move. She was about to open it remotely, when to her surprise, she heard a female voice say, “It’s locked.”

Shannon hardly ever heard a female voice and when she did she shooed them away. The politest comment she would make was, “Get lost, Bitch. I don’t do dykes!”

But this time something was different. The voice was high pitched and a little bit squeaky, like a timid little school girl. It might be fun to beat the crap out of this little piece of shit. She remotely opened the door and said, cheerfully, “Come on in, Bitch.”

Two women walked in. One was a short attractive brown eyed brunette and the other was a strikingly beautiful heavily built blue eyed blond of medium height. Shannon sensed menace as the little one said, angrily, “On your feet, slut! Show some respect!”

Shannon laughed, at least in part to hide her fear. “Respect?!” She exclaimed, “Respect for what? A little pipsqueak like you?”

Like lightening, Mistress Rhelda pulled Shannon’s recliner out from under her, toppling her over. The big blond giggled like a school girl. The little brunette straightened out the recliner and solicitously offered it to the blond, “Why don’t you sit here, Boss, while I teach this Amazon a lesson.”

“Thanks, Rhelda, but be careful! I think this bitch is crazy!” Shannon charged without warning but Rhelda punched her in the stomach, forcing Shannon to double up in pain and fall to the floor. She heard the blond say, “Kick her in the head, Rhelda.”

“Yes, Boss.” She obeyed. Shannon lost consciousness and when she came too she was in terrible pain. Rhelda was carrying her knives out of the room.

The blond in her chair said, in her school girl voice “Get on your knees in front of me, Shannon.” Fearfully and tearfully, Shannon obeyed. Without her knives, she felt completely helpless.

The big blond spoke. Her tone was gentle, even apologetic. “Shannon, my name is Grace, Mistress Grace to you. This other lady is my friend and helper, Rhelda, Mistress Rhelda to you. Now it’s all very simple, Shannon, you will do whatever your mistresses tell you to do and Shannon, I do mean WHATEVER. You are in pain now, but it is nothing compared to what you will feel if you ever dare to disobey your mistresses.”

“Are you t-taking me away f-from here, G-grace?” Mistress Grace slapped Shannon’s face with full force several times. Shannon held up her arms and started to move away to stop her. This apparently enraged Mistress Grace, who screamed at the top of her lungs. “HOW DARE YOU TRY TO STOP ME, YOU PITIFUL WHORE? GET DOWN THERE AND TAKE IT, YOU STUPID SLUT!”

The terrified red head obeyed and received without resistance, several more painful slaps. She was relieved that Mistress Grace had returned to her normal tone of voice. “Those slaps were because you dared to address me as Grace rather than as Mistress Grace. Your Mistresses will not tolerate disrespect or disobedience. Do you understand, slave Shannon?”

“Y-yes, M-mistress G-g-grace. I understand.” “Kiss my hands until I withdraw them.” “Yes, Mistress Grace.”

Shannon felt a strange feeling of pleasure, as though she were worshipping a Goddess. Then Mistress Grace withdrew her hands and said softly, sweetly, “Don’t get off of your knees, Shannon. Crawl over to Mistress Rhelda and do whatever she wants you to do.”

“Yes, Mistress Grace.” She obeyed. Mistress Rhelda made Shannon kiss her hands until they were withdrawn and then she said, “Lick my dirty boots, slave Shannon. No wait! I changed my mind! Put your hands behind your back. Yes that’s it. Now take the zipper handle of my fly between your teeth. Open it slowly, gently. Yes, that’s it.”

Mistress Rhelda wore no panties. “Kiss my pubic hair, Shannon, and don’t insult me by pretending that you don’t like doing this. Show your enthusiasm! Be sincere!”

Shannon hummed with pleasure as she kissed Mistress Rhelda’s hairy Bush. Then, Mistress Rhelda spread her legs, opening her red wet vagina. Eagerly, Shannon stuck her tongue in and licked the wetness of the clitoris and the walls of Mistress Rhelda’s vagina.

Very sincerely, Shannon said, “Thank you, Mistress Rhelda for the pleasure you have just given me.” “You are welcome, Shannon.” Shannon was genuinely pleased that these two powerful ladies were pleased with her.

“Okay, girls, let’s go home.” “Yes, Boss!” “Yes, Mistress Grace!”

As they locked the door behind them, Shannon saw her opportunity to escape. She broke into a run, moving as fast as her long legs would carry her. She wondered why they were not chasing her and why they were, in fact, laughing!

As she ran, she saw a very large muscular black man at the side of the hallway in the direction in which she was running. As she tried to run past him, he grabbed her in his powerful arms and fastened her hands behind her with handcuffs. He held her helpless until Mistresses Grace and Rhelda arrived, at their leisure.

Giggling Mistress Grace asked, “Are we having fun, Rhelda?”

Laughing, Mistress Rhelda said, “I don’t know about you, Boss, but I sure am! Good work, Arturo! Where did you find this rag doll?” Without waiting for an answer, she went on. “I don’t know. It looks useless to me. Maybe we should just throw it in the trash. What do you think, Boss?”

Giggling, Mistress Grace said, “Oh, I don’t think we should throw it away, Rhelda. We can always use another footrest.”

Shannon was brought to a car with four seats. The big black man named Arturo had put on a cap with visor which read, ‘Property of Mistress Rhelda.’ He was in the driver’s seat, after holding the doors for each of the two ladies, bowing and kissing their hands. Mistress Rhelda sat next to the driver and Mistress Grace sat behind him next to Shannon.

The small brunette said, simply, “Home, slave Arturo” “Yes, Mistress Rhelda!”

The big blond lady put her arm gently around Shannon and said, softly, “You may speak freely, Shannon. You have a very high I.Q. Did you know that?” “Yeah.” “You were above average in High School, but still way below your potential. You were a basketball star! You were a beautiful, brainy athlete! And what came of all of that?”

Shannon was amazed to see tears in the eyes of this beautiful powerful woman. “I’ll answer my own question: You became a cheap sleazy whore! You did because you lack what you need to bring it all together: discipline and strength of character.”

Shannon said, “With all due respect, Mistress Grace, These are my decisions and I have the right to make them! You have raped me and kidnapped me! That’s against the law!”

“Where do you think you are, Child? Do you think you are in The United States of America? This is Feo y Bobo, Child! The last time I was in a court, the judge stood up, respectfully, and thanked me for the honor of my presence.

What rights do you have? None but those we choose to give you, which is none, period. I am going to mold you, with whips, canes and other pain producing implements. I will give you the discipline you need to reach your full potential! You will come to love me and I you.”

Shannon wept. “I’m scared.” She said, pitifully.

“I know.” Mistress Grace said softly, sympathetically, kissing Shannon on the cheek.

Back to the present!

In front of us as we walked on the sand was a very strange looking enclosure. In front there was a large opening. Before that on the left was a long thin building, with a roof slanting to the right from about 3 feet high to about 5 feet high. Lengthwise it was parallel to the cement path and it was open to the right.

My wife/owner said, “You may look, Jimmy, but do not speak!” “Yes, My Beloved!” “You may do both, Art.”

“Yes, Mistress Annie! Thank you Mistress Annie! And now Jimmy, YOU will do as I do! YOU will follow ME!”

It was then that I saw the most beautiful and at the same time the most terrifying sight that I had ever seen in my life! Mistress Grace walked through the aforementioned opening. She wore a cocktail type dress with bare back and shoulders. Her breasts were covered, but her cleavage was open in an oval shape. She wore a brief miniskirt and brief high heeled sandals.

In her right hand, she held a whip that appeared to be of the kind described by slave Arturo earlier. In her left hand she held a leash, the other end of which was attached to a collar around the neck of an emaciated human male, naked from the waste up and as hairless as I was. He was crawling on all fours. She was walking him like a dog.

Out of the long shed came 5 emaciated men, dressed and hairless as ‘The Human Dog.’ They were at the end of chains attached to collars around their necks. They bowed their heads to the cement floor as the beautiful queen ignored them. As soon as she passed, they got back into their shed and disappeared.

Mistress Grace looked at slave Arturo and he immediately fell rapidly to the ground, prostrating himself. I immediately did the same, burying my nose in the hot sand.

Mistresses Annie and Rhelda went a few steps over to the cement walk. I heard Grace say, “Oh, Annie, every time I see you, you are more beautiful than the time before!”

Mistress Annie replied, “Oh, look who’s talking! Grace, it’s wonderful to be here! Thank you so much for inviting us to this lovely place!” Grace giggled. “Oh, you ain’t seen nuthin’ yet!”

There was a loud clap! Art got up and ran over to Mistress Grace and bowed down at her feet. She sat on his neck and remained there as he stood up. I immediately tried to do the same with my wife/owner but she said, “No, Jimmy! Rhelda!” I obeyed.

Giggling. Mistress Grace said, “This is what God made men for: To serve their superiors as beasts of burden!”

As we passed through the amazing display again, the same group of chained slaves came out again and bowed to the cement floor until we all passed.

“If you don’t mind my asking, Grace,” Mistress Annie said, “What’s the story on those guys? They look as though they haven’t eaten for a month!”

“They are on half rations, because they are being punished. I’m killing two birds with one stone, here.” Grace giggled, “First I’m punishing them and second, I use them to scare the other servants, who are afraid that they may become Scrawnies.”

“What are they being punished for?” “Oh, various offenses: Slow or sloppy housecleaning, slow service, spillage or insufficient enthusiasm when being honored. The second one from the right had the effrontery to wipe Brad’s semen off of his face.”

“I’m guessing that they are sentenced at the whim of you or Brad, who I gather is your husband, the dude who owns all of this.” “Yes, Brad is my husband, but no he does not own anything. He is my slave, a Curley and so he owns nothing.” She waved her arm and said, “I own all of this!”

“Even so, he is number two, isn’t he?” “No, he’s number three! The Captain is number two.” “The Captain?” “Captain Rhelda! Who else?!”

“How long do the poor emaciated guys have to stay there?” “As long as it suits the whim of the one who sent them: Brad, Rhelda or me, or you, Annie, as long as you are here! Two of them have been there for more than a year.”

I was horrified to hear all of this. Mistress Grace was, if that were even possible, more evil than I even thought she was.

We entered Mistress Grace’s huge luxurious mansion. I heard Mistress Rhelda say, “Put me down slave. Thanks for the ride on your shoulders.”

It was the first time I could remember being thanked by a mistress. “You are more than welcome, My Pretty Mistress Rhelda and thank you for the pleasure and honor of serving you.”

Mistress Grace said, “Good manners, Annie! Good training!” “Thank you Grace!” I could see that my wife/owner was proud of me. I was proud of myself.

Mistress Grace said, “Slave Gretchen, this is My Guest, Mistress Annie and her slave, your Master, Jimmy. Carry their luggage up to 3L on the third floor and serve them however they wish. On the way, show them the indoor dungeon, as well as the outdoor one.”

Slave Gretchen was a woman in her fifties or sixties, overweight and grey haired. On introduction, she curtseyed to Mistress Annie and kissed her hands. And then, to my surprise, she did the same to me! I was pleasantly surprised by how much pleasure it gave me to have my hands kissed!

When we arrived at 3L on the third floor, slave Gretchen opened the door and bowed to us as we entered.

My beloved summarized both her and my impressions of the accommodation in one syllable: “Wow!”

My Beloved said, “Relax, Jimmy. Sit in this comfortable recliner and enjoy!” “I hear and I obey, oh My Beautiful Goddess!”

My wife/owner supervised Gretchen unpacking and putting away our stuff. After she finished, slave Grechen got down on her knees in front of me and said, “Master, how may I serve you further?”

“Nothing right now, Slave. Please leave until we send for you again.” “Yes, Master. Oh, but Master, w-would you please honor me? I beg you!” “No. Get out of here! Now!”

I glanced at My Beloved several times thinking that she would be angry that slave Gretchen approached me instead of her, which was clearly wrong, but My Beloved was amused rather than angry.

After slave Gretchen left, closing the door, My Beloved said, softly, “On your knees.” As I did, I received more killer slaps than I could have counted.

I groveled: “I most humbly apologize for letting slave Gretchen report to me, when she should have reported to you!”

“Oh, that’s not why I slapped you! Can’t you see that, given the way Grace has been treating us, she considers Gretchen to be her best. I happen to know that Gretchen serves Big Grace and Mary, when they are here! You humiliated her by not even allowing her to suck your cock. Some exalted master! You have the manners of a pig!”

“You’re right! I’m very ashamed of myself!” “You should be! What are you going to do about it?” “I’m going to get her and bring her back and make it right, with your permission, of course!” “Granted!”

I found her vacuuming another huge suite. When she saw me she quickly lowered her head to the floor in front of my feet and said, “Master, how may I serve you?” “Come with me to my room, please!”

“Yes, My Handsome Master!” Did I say ‘Please’? Does a master or mistress ever say ‘Please’ to a slave? Was it kosher?

As I walked, I noticed that she was crawling on all fours. I was tempted to tell her to stand, but I had already committed the indiscretion of saying ‘Please’ and so I let her crawl.

My instinct told me to hold the door for a lady and let her go through in front of me, but I knew that in this wonderful new world, all of the rules were different. I let her reach up and open the door and I pushed through and let her enter on all fours and close the door behind us.

My wife/owner laughed. “You bastard! You made the poor woman crawl!” “No, I didn’t! She just did it. And now, slave Grechen, get on your knees in front of me!” “As my master wishes!” She obeyed.

“You have done a good job of unpacking,” I generously praised her, “And I know that Mistress Grace is pleased with you. I will honor you, my lowly little slave.”

I loved being a master! I loved the feeling of power and of being feared. I knew, now, what pleasure I gave my wife/owner, whom I loved more than life itself.

Gretchen bowed her head to the floor as My Beloved came over, unzipped my fly, unlocked me and zipped me up again. This was the first time since I was first locked in the medical office of Dr. Laura Washington, that my cock and my hands were free at the same time.

I lifted slave Gretchen’s head with my foot. When I had her attention, I looked down, smiling, at my crotch. Smiling she put her hands behind her back and grasped the zipper of my fly, opening it slowly, gently.

Whenever I was unlocked, my manhood sprang up quickly as it did this time. I said, “I’ll have three orgasms, the first in your mouth and down your throat and the last two on your face.” She was breathing heavily, as she said, “Yes, Handsome Master. Th-thank you, Handsome Master.”

I could feel the passion as she kissed my manhood and licked and swallowed the pre-cum on the tip of my penis. In no time at all, I ‘came’ and shortly thereafter, I could tell that she was having her orgasm just after tasting and swallowing mine.

Her second and third orgasms preceded mine. “Oh thank you Master! M-may I look in the mirror, please?” “Sure, why not?!” I said graciously.

She must have liked what she saw, since she had a fourth orgasm. I know that I did! Her face was dripping with my semen! She thanked me profusely.

“That will be all, Slave!” my wife/owner said loudly, coldly. “The minute the door closed behind her” My Beloved said, “You have just received a serious demotion: From Exalted Master to lowly slave!”

Reality was back. I got down on my knees in front of her. As she locked me again, I asked, “I know I am unworthy, My Beautiful Goddess, but may I have the honor and pleasure of kissing your beautiful feet?!” “No, you are right: You are unworthy. Tell me how you felt, being a master instead of a slave!”

“It was wonderful! I felt a masculine power beyond what I had even thought possible.” I suspected but dared not suggest that my wife/owner might enjoy a brief reversal of roles at some time in the future.

A loud bell rang throughout the mansion. It was 5:45 PM. A few seconds later the doorbell rang. “Come in.”

The door opened and there stood one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen in my life. She appeared to be barely out of her teens, if even that. She was naked except for the apron she wore around her waste. She had red hair and she was almost six feet tall. She smiled confidently and said, “Allow me to introduce myself. I am slave Shannon, your cook. And I believe that you are Mistress Annie and you are her slave, My Master, Jimmy.”

“You are correct, slave Shannon. Why are you here, Shannon?”

“Mistress Annie, I am here to tell you that the bell you have just heard means that dinner will be served at 6:00. You appear to be already dressed for dinner, but there is a tuxedo in that closet which is about the right size for your slave, My Master.”

“Would you dress him? He’s too clumsy to put it on himself.” Slave Shannon laughed. “Of course, Mistress Annie.” As she did so, she said, “He may be clumsy, Mistress Annie, but he has beautiful firm male buttocks! May I kiss them, please?”

“Yes, but don’t dilly dally. We don’t want to be late.”

At dinner was a tall handsome bald man with light brown skin named Brad, Mistress Grace’s husband/slave. When he was introduced to us, he bowed to Mistress Annie and kissed her hands and shook my hand. Also in attendance were Mistress Grace’s mother, Mistress Grace senior and her Aunt Mistress Mary.

Mistress Grace senior said, “It’s nice to see you, Annie, and slave Jimmy, it’s always a pleasure!” “The pleasure is mine Mistress Grace.” I descended to my knees and kissed her hands until she withdrew them which she was in no hurry to do. She said, as I was kissing her hands, “Your beautiful, gifted cook has prepared a beautiful, delicious steak dinner. What a pity it is that my son in law will not be able to enjoy it, since his dinner is the dirt on the bottom of my shoe.”

To say that I was horrified would be a vast understatement!

Mistress Grace the elder withdrew her hands as Mistress Grace the younger descended to her knees in front of her Mother, pleading pathetically, “Oh, no, Mommy, please don’t do that. Oh please, I beg you!” I could never imagine Mistress Grace the younger in such a pitiful circumstance!

As she was on her knees, kissing her mother’s hands, Mistress Grace the elder and her sister were almost doubled over with laughter. Mistress Grace the elder said, “I’ll tell you what, little daughter: How would you like to take his place?” The two ladies laughed even more loudly as Mistress Grace the elder withdrew her hands and slave Brad lifted his wife up gently and said, “It’s okay, Beloved. I am pleased to do anything that will please your mother or your aunt, whom I love and worship.”

Now there, I thought admiringly, is a real gentleman!

As we ate what was indeed a delicious dinner, at one point, I heard Mistress Grace senior say, “My shoes are clean now. Clean Mistress Mary’s. She’s on my immediate left.” I heard from under the table, “Yes Mistress Grace! Thank you Mistress Grace!”

He apparently confused his left with her left. I heard a terrifying scream of pain as she jabbed his chest viciously. “Left, You Moron! Don’t you know your left from your right?!” Whimpering, the poor man said, “I’m most humbly sorry, My Beautiful Goddess. P-please forgive me.”

Mistress Mary said, laughing, “Shut up, Weasel! Get to work on my shoes!” “Yes, Mistress Mary! Thank you, Mistress Mary!”

My Beloved and I took a walk naked on the beach in the evening as Mistress Grace Junior suggested. My Beloved said, “Wasn’t that a hell of a meal, Jimmy? And wasn’t that a beautiful cook?”

“I think she’s the most beautiful female slave I’ve seen!” “Considering the number of female slaves you have seen, that is not a high complement!” “Okay, how about this? The four most beautiful and sexiest women in the world are you and Mistress Grace the younger and Slave Shannon and Mistress Nora.” “That’s better. Anyhow what have you learned from all of this, Jimmy?”

“I’ve learned that 1107 = 3 power 3 times 41, where 3 power 3 means 3 times 3 times 3. I’ve also learned that 4252 = 2 times 2 times 1063, which can be carried no further since 1063 is a prime number. Also I learned that 3189 = 3 times 1063, of all things which, as we have just seen, is a prime number. Whenever I find a prime number, I need to know whether it is the upper of lower half of a pair of primes: 1063+2 = 1065 = 3 times 5 times 71 and so 1063 + 2 = 1065 is not a prime number. Ah but what about 1063 – 2 = 1061? I’m glad you asked! 1061 = 1061, Prime! Voila! A pair of primes: {1061, 1063}! What do you think, My Beautiful Beloved?”

“I can summarize my reaction in two unladylike syllables: Fuck you, Jimmy!” “That was four syllables!” “But only two were unladylike.”

“You own me. You can fuck me anytime you want to.” “You are unlocked. How about right now?!” I did the dirty dead.

“I probably shouldn’t ask this,” She said, “but what did you think about the scene with slave Brad?” “I was scared, forgive my Rumanian, shitless. I could hardly believe what those awful women did to that poor man! What do you think?”

“I think it was a put up job. It was all an act. Mistress Grace Junior has been very nice to both of us. I think she’s setting us up!” “For what?” “I have no idea!”

“I have a theory.” I said. “I’m listening.” “Mistress Grace junior is very lonely. She has no equal except you. She’s being nice to you because she loves you and she wants you to love her. As far as the dinner scene was concerned, she was appalled to see how her husband was mistreated in front of you.”

“You are a smart man, but boy are you naïve! You are a typical male. That’s why it’s right that we ladies are mistresses and you guys are slaves. If you’re wrong, I will feed you my dirty shoes.” “And if I’m right?” “I won’t feed you my dirty shoes.”

Life for Masters Brad and Jimmy continued to be easy and pleasant. A couple of days later, Brad and I were sitting comfortably naked and unlocked by the side of the Olympic sized swimming pool.

“May I speak freely. Master Brad?” He laughed. “Sure, if you’ll address me as Brad, not Master Brad. Jimmy you and I are equals. Of course you can speak freely. You don’t need my permission!”

I spoke freely! “Frankly, Brad, I was appalled at how you were treated at dinner, the evening before last! I’ve heard of mother in law problems, but that was ridiculous!”

“What you may not understand, Jimmy, is that to me, my wife, Mistress Grace the younger, is a Goddess, whom I exist to love, serve and worship! But, Jimmy, if she is a Goddess, what is the woman who gave birth to her?” “A Goddess.” “And what is the sister of a Goddess, Jimmy?” “A Goddess!” “And how must I treat a Goddess?”

“You must treat a Goddess with love, obedience and worship, Brad! But shouldn’t even a Goddess have some compassion for us lowly slaves?”

“No, Jimmy! They owe us nothing! We owe them everything. God created us for their pleasure and amusement. When I lick the dirt off of the bottom of a Goddess’ shoe, I am being demeaned, degraded and humiliated, which constitutes for me a form of worship which gives me great joy.”

“I’m guessing that a lot of this magnificent estate actually belongs to Mistress Grace, senior and/or Mistress Mary.” “You are wrong, Jimmy. My owner owns all of this!”

“Then why is she so submissive to her mother?” “I don’t know for sure, but I believe that even the most dominant person has a submissive streak.” “You could be right, but I haven’t seen any sign of it in Mistress Annie or her mentor Mistress Nora.”

“Jimmy, can’t you see the difference between our owners? Mistress Annie is a lawyer, brilliant as well as beautiful! She reeks of self confidence! What has Mistress Grace Junior accomplished?” “Well, she’s a billionairess. That’s not bad for starters!”

“How did she get that way? My Beloved adores Mistress Annie! My lonely owner loves your owner and she wants to be loved by her!”

“I guess that explains why she has, at least so far, knock on wood,” I knocked on wood, “been so kind to me! Despite the recent horror, you have a nice life here!” “Yes, I have. I will admit it.”

He paused. “Do you see that old man over there, cleaning the pool?” “Yes, Brad? What about him?” “He is slave Roy. He could have retired almost three years ago. He preferred to stay here as one of Mistress Grace’s slaves. My Beloved Owner and I celebrated by having sexual intercourse and having slave Roy clean both of us with his mouth.”

Brad startled me by clapping loudly. Slave Roy responded immediately running over to the two naked men. Brad jerked his head slightly toward me. The elderly man fell to his knees in front of me. I looked at my manhood.

Wordlessly the old man licked the pre-cum of the tip and swallowed it. Then he ran his tongue along the base of my manhood after which he sucked me dry. This was the first time ever that I had received a blow job from a man. I felt as though I had lost my virginity.

I ordered slave Roy to lie on his back and open his mouth. I masturbated, using his mouth as a target, usually but not always missing. I did this twice. His reaction was typical. “Thank you, Handsome Master! Thank you!”

All things considered, it was a fine vacation. My beloved told me one night, “Mistress Grace is having a party next Saturday night. Her slave Shannon is going to give a high diving exhibition. There will be male waiters with shaved heads serving drinks, wearing tuxedos and aprons. Some of the guests will bring some of their own male servants to help out. Would you like to be a servant?”

“Why would I?” “You would, because you are submissive to women and there will be many attractive bare backed, bare shouldered, bare legged wealthy young women for you to see and serve.” “Sounds good, but what if I say no?”

“You will do it anyway. You are my slave and you will do whatever I want you to do. I’ve already volunteered you. Mistress Rhelda has given me permission for you to wash your face. So ordered!”

At the party, Mistress Rhelda took charge of the servants. Like most of the other female guests, she was bare backed, bare shouldered and bare legged. She called out orders like a Marine Corps Drill Sergeant.

Brad and I, tuxedo and apron clad were briefly chatting . “Oh, oh!” He said turning half way around apparently to avoid being seen. “Do you see that little black number over to the far left.” “Yes, I do! She’s really adorable! What about her?” “She’s my cousin! If the bitch sees me she’ll find a way to humiliate me!”

“She’s looking directly at us and smiling. Oh, oh!” “Oh, oh what?” He asked nervously. “She’s summoning us with her hand. I guess she wants both of us.”

“No, no, Jimmy! You don’t want to go! I’m warning you! She’s a bitch!” His admonition had an effect opposite to what he intended. I said, “Oh, nonsense, Brad, Anything she wants from me will be a pleasure!”

When we arrived at the seat where she was sitting, Brad put down his tray of drinks, descended to his knees and said, “Cousin Shiketa, you look lovely as usual.” He began kissing her hands.

She had a playful gleam in her eyes. She had what could have been a modest African accent. “You know, Brad, I would like you to address me not as Cousin Shiketa, but as Mistress Shiketa.”

“The slightest whim of my beautiful cousin is my command. Although I am unworthy of the honor of even humbly serving, I will be honored to address you as Mistress Shiketa!”

“Where are your manners, Brad? Aren’t you going to introduce your friend?” “I’m sorry, Mistress Shiketa. This is Jimmy. His wife and Mistress is Mistress Annie, Mistress Grace’s very dear friend.”

She withdrew her hands and pointed them toward me. I got down on my knees and moved to kiss her hand, but before I could she withdrew it. I moved to the other hand, but she withdrew that one too. Laughing, she said, “Who do you think you are, white boy? You can’t just go and kiss a lady’s hand! You are a servant, white boy. If you want to kiss the hands of a guest, Beg! If I like your groveling, I MAY let you kiss my hands.”

I was locked and I was having trouble holding down the tension. “Oh, my beautiful Mistress Shiketa, I know I am not worthy to place my lowly lips on your beautiful hands. But I most humbly beg.”

“That’s it?” “Yes Mistress Shiketa.” “Permission denied. Both of you losers take your trays and distribute drinks to your betters. Keep your eyes on me in case I want you for something. Now scoot!”

Brad and I said as one, “Yes, Mistress Shiketa.”

Brad and I came to the bar for more drinks, but Mistress Rhelda said, “Brad, Jimmy, go up there to shine shoes and boots and do whatever the guests want!”

As one, we said, “Yes, Mistress Rhelda.”

My first customer was an overweight middle aged bearded gentleman, whose boots I polished as efficiently and quickly as possible. He pointed wordlessly to a couple of spots he thought I had missed.

My next customer was a very fat homely elderly man wearing sandals. As he sat in the throne like chair before which I knelt, he said, “Kiss my feet, boy!” “Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.” His feet smelled like the bottom of a bird cage, but I hummed with pleasure because I knew that that was what he wanted. I was thrilled and my lock was strained as I saw the little Mistress Shiketa standing in my line. Two distinguished looking middle aged white guys stepped aside to let her pass. When she sat in the chair she said, “Take my sandals off, white boy, and clean my dirty, smelly, sweaty feet with your tongue! And let me know that you like it!” “Yes, Mistress Shiketa! Thank you, Mistress Shiketa!” If I ever needed a number to factor it was now. I chose 2431. It turned out that 2431 = 11 times 221 = 11 times 13 times 17.

At dinner, Brad and I had the honor of waiting on the head table at which sat Mistresses Grace, Grace, Mary, Annie and Rhelda.

After Dinner, The guests assembled in the huge slanted auditorium overlooking the Olympic sized swimming pool. There was plenty of room for the Curley waiters to sit, but we were required to stand. Mistress Grace the younger stood up and announced over the loudspeaker, “Ladies and gentlemen, it is with great pride that I introduce my cook, the beautiful Shannon!”

The tall redhead ran out wearing as brief a bikini as I had ever seen. Her luscious buttocks were bare except for a string between them. Shannon ran up the staircase to the high diving board, ran to the end of it and did a perfect back flip smoothly into the water.

She climbed out to the sound of thunderous clapping. She curtseyed and then ran up the staircase and did another different beautiful dive. She did one beautiful dive after another for over an hour.

At the end, a bejeweled, bare backed, bare shouldered matron, with a young Curley waiter, undoubtedly hers, behind her, came up and said, “Oh, Gracie, you must be so proud!”

“I am!” Grace had tears in her eyes.

It was the night before My Beloved and I were to be flown back to Bucks County. Mistresses Grace and Annie were sitting naked on a veranda facing the ocean. Brad and I were kneeling, also naked, by the ends of the veranda. I was by Mistress Grace, who ignored me except to hold her hand out for me to kiss. Annie did the same with Brad.

Grace said, almost tearfully, “Oh, Annie, I’m going to miss you! I love you so much! I will lend you one of my slaves until you return next year, anyone except Brad or Rhelda.”

My Beloved chose as I hoped she would and without any hesitation she said, “Oh, could I borrow Shannon, Slave Red?” “Of course! Brad, fetch her.” “Yes, My Beloved!”

When the beautiful redhead arrived she placed her forehead on the cement in front of Grace’s bare feet. Grace tapped her head with her toes. Apparently this was an understood signal between Mistress Grace and Shannon, who started kissing Mistress Grace’s foot with as more passion than I even thought possible. After a while, Mistress Grace withdrew her foot and extended her other one for kissing by ‘Slave Red’.

Annie said, “Grace, why don’t you visit me in Bucks County from time to time. You have an open invitation!”

“Oh, goody! I will! Lift your head up, Red! I promised my beloved friend Annie that she could borrow until next year’s visit, any of my slaves except Brad or Rhelda and she chose you.” Shannon burst into tears! “Oh, no, please Mistress Grace. I don’t want to leave you! Oh, please, Mistress Grace, I beg you!”

Mistress Grace said, “Brad, fetch the whip!” “Yes My Beloved.” “Shannon, undress!” “Yes, Mistress Grace”

Mistress Grace said, “I am very angry with you, Shannon! How dare you interrupt your mistress?! How dare you?! And your behavior insults my very dear friend, your Mistress Annie. What must she think of me, with such a badly behaved slave?!”

When Brad returned, he found his wife in a bad mood. “What took you so long, slave?” “I did it as fast as I could, My Beloved!” “Don’t you talk back to me! Don’t you dare! Whip Shannon until I tell you to stop!”

Shannon got down on all fours for Brad’s convenience. She offered no resistance or even motion as he whipped her for a long time.

Annie said, “I have a cheerful note I would like to add, here: I got a phone call from my law firm and I am getting a double promotion! I’ll be the youngest senior partner in the firm’s history!”

I raised my hand. “Speak, Jimmy!” “Doesn’t this mean that Blake will no longer be your boss?” “Yes! In fact, now I’LL be HIS BOSS!”

I believed, but dared not say that I had some of the credit for this wonderful news. By becoming and remaining Mistress Annie’s slave, I afforded her membership in the Ladies Society of The Lake Galena Retreat.

My Beloved said, “Thank you, Grace! You are very kind! What about Jimmy and Shannon? Master and slave, or Mistress and slave?” “That’s up to you, Annie. For what it’s worth, Shannon and the man who is whipping her are master and slave.”

As my owner and I lay for the last night on the wonderful huge bed in suite 3L on the third floor, she said, “I’m not sure I made the right decision, choosing Shannon, but it’s too late to change it now!”

I said, “I think you made the right decision!” My wife/owner burst out laughing, “Surprise! I’ll bet you do!” She laughed some more. Then she said, seriously, “I’m afraid Shannon could be a Trojan Horse!”

“What? What are you talking about?” “Here’s the way I figure Grace figures it: You will fall in love with Shannon and leave me and she, Shannon will deliver you to Grace.”

“I think you need the services of the lovely Dr. Laura Washington, to cure you of acute paranoia.”
 

This story is authored by Jimmy, please send comments and appreciation to Jimmy