Caroline woke first, she blinked and looked around as she realised she was not alone, Donna was there with her, warm and naked against her own bare flesh.
She kissed Donna's head gently and she mused that having a slave was not at all what she expected, but inn her heart she was absolutely sure that she wanted Donna.
She remembered the previous evening, how she brought Donna to a shuddering climax in the lounge with her tongue and teeth and then when she recovered Donna had taken her by the hand and led her to her own room with its single bed.
"I wish I had a sister like you," Donna had sighed as they slipped beneath the covers holding each other tightly before they fell into a deep and satisfied sleep.
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Stephanie rang at eight thirty, "I'm afraid the Police won't accept Donna staying at your address, I thought they had processed the application but it seems they won't accept it,"
"So where, does she have to return to custody?" Caroline asked.
"No I have a place for her in Charlton Mews, a half way house," Stephanie explained. "It's only temporary," Stephanie reassured her "how was she!"
"Very sweet actually, sod it, I'll miss her." Caroline replied.
Caroline had to wake Donna to tell her the bad news, "Don't you like me miss!" she asked.
"Yes, very much but Stephanie got the paperwork wrong, sorry, it's only a week!" Caroline explained.
But no one had not go the paperwork wrong, it was Felicia's continued concern over Caroline's suitability as a Customer which led to the decision to remove Donna from Caroline's home, until she could be sure that Caroline had not been excessively brutal.
But if only Felicia could have seen them sleeping innocently together she would have cancelled the deal right there and then, simply because she sold slaves, not surrogate sisters.
Caroline lent Donna a suitcase for her new clothes and she relented and found Donna's old clothes "From the dust bin," and after breakfast she delivered Donna to Stephanie's office before driving to work and to her irritation paying twenty pounds to park her VW in the car park next door.
Caroline was lonely. Tuesday dragged into Wednesday and Thursday but on Friday morning Felicia rang, "You are coming this evening aren't you?" she said brightly.
"No!" Caroline replied, "Not after last week!"
"Look I've got a take-off slot at six fifteen for the Jet Ranger from Northolt," Felicia continued, "so grab a Taxi and don't be late, oh and not too much luggage! One Ball gown will be more than sufficient!"
"Oh but I had plans!" Caroline lied.
"I'm sure there's nothing you can't change," Felicia explained, "Dinner is at eight remember, five forty five for six fifteen lift off, Northolt, did you get that!"
"Yes, yes I'll be there." Caroline agreed, as with her heart pounding with anticipation she set the phone down.
But the Taxi was late and the Jet Ranger left without her, so she had to spend the night at the Queens Hotel in a ridiculously overpriced suite on the fourth floor right over the function room where the local Rock and Roll club seemed to be having a dance rehearsal, after a nightmare journey by overcrowded train and two filthy taxis.
It was seven thirty on Saturday morning when a bleary eyed Sarah collected Caroline from the Queens Hotel in her little red supercharged Polo G40 and by Nine Caroline was settled in at the castle and enjoying a late breakfast before signing the last few papers to seal the deal for Donna.
"I'm sorry we had to whisk Donna away," Felicia sympathised, "Is she a real handful!"
"No, she was but we soon came to an understanding!" Caroline said inadequately thinking of how she licked Donna's juices at the same instant as Felicia saw in her minds eye a bound, gagged and helpless Donna being beaten into painful submission by the unrelenting blows of Caroline's whip, Felicia shuddered at the thought.
"Only Donna was very cagey about what she told Stephanie," Felicia explained, "New clothes, and a cuddle is all she'd admit to!"
"Yes," Caroline agreed, "it's early days yet, but, well, I think we'll get on just fine!"
"Caroline, there is just one small matter outstanding that we still need to resolve," Felicia explained as she saw Frank walk in to join them. "Leila complained very bitterly about the way you treated her in the woods, and afterwards."
"Oh dear!" Caroline scoffed sarcastically, "Poor Leila, but I thought you wanted me to assert my authority"
Frank coughed clearing his throat and added, "Very upset she was, having to eat mud off your boot and she says she nearly drowned in a filthy puddle."
Felicia continued "I don't think you really understood what you put her through," she explained "or appreciated how she must have felt," Felicia continued, "Almost naked, outside in the rain, her ankles hobbled, her hands tied, almost helpless, with an unfeeling control freak ordering her to do things she could never do, even to the point that you allowed her to fall and almost drown."
"Yes, I did it to assert my authority like you demanded." Caroline explained.
"But, you took her outside, almost naked, as far as she knew gardeners or walkers could have seen her, or worse, and the state you brought her back in, well we have had think very hard about the ordeal you put her through.
"Yes, so she got muddy and wet, big deal." Caroline agreed.
"Not the mud but the psychology because she hates you now, Caroline," Felicia explained.
"Yes indeed, she really loathes you," Frank added, "Caroline, you went too far, don't you understand?"
"Yes but she was so horrible to me!" Caroline tried to excuse herself.
"Even so, "Felicia continued, "you showed a lack of maturity, of judgement which I hope was naivety, not simple cruelty."
"Ok, yes," Caroline agreed, "well I'm hardly going to make Donna run naked in Hyde Park am I?"
"Well you may say that," Frank suggested, "but when we had Camilla in training, Charles would." He broke off as Felicia shouted.
"For heavens sake Frank that's confidential, I hope you haven't told anyone else!"
"It was all round Merthyr," Frank continued, "the Welsh Guards were on ceremonial, you know guard duty, and Dai Lewis saw everything!" Frank exclaimed, "Morgan Jenkins from Port Talbot pulled her out by her bridle!"
"Please Frank!" Felicia repeated, "Forget that ever happened, she didn't drown, we don't do Pony-Play anymore and we kept it out of the papers, so it didn't happen, all right." Felicia snapped angrily.
"She must have looked a sight though, plastered in mud and pond weed!" Frank added.
"Frank!" Felicia snapped, "I won't tell you again!" she paused, turned towards Caroline and smiled disarmingly, "But Caroline the way you treated Leila, I think I need to know you that you understand how she felt."
"And what exactly do you have in mind," Caroline asked with a heavy heart suspecting Felicia intended to put her through the ordeal she had inflicted on Felicia. "The same as I put Leila through by any chance!"
"Oh no, Caroline how could you think such a thing," Felicia exclaimed, "No, no, but."
