Being a slave-girl is emotionally and physically exhausting. After three days of being used as a naked plaything by twelve different women, I was spent. April and Stefania loaded me into the car, and I passed out from fatigue long before we ever got home.
I'm not even sure how I got into the house. When I awoke, I was lying in April's bed with no memory of how I got there.
"Stefania carried you in," April explained, "She's a lot stronger than she looks.
"And who undressed me?" I asked. I had been respectfully clothed when I got in the car, but I realized that I was now stark naked.
"That was mostly Stefania," April explained, "although I helped a little bit."
"Should I be helping to unpack?" I asked and I groggily began to sit up in the bed.
April placed a hand between my breasts and pushed me back down.
"You can help with the unpacking and the laundry tomorrow," my mistress insisted, "For right now, I am ordering you to get some sleep. Slaves need to be well-rested if they're going to be doing manual labor. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Mistress," I replied.
It didn't take me long to drift off to sleep. In my dreams I lived in a foreign country where wealthy people owned slaves, it was illegal for slaves to wear clothing and naked slaves could be found on public streets and in public buildings. In my dreams, April or her mom would take me out in public, naked, with a leather slave collar buckled around my throat, and pull me along by a leather leash. People would greet my mistresses and say things like, "Your slave is so adorable! May I touch her?"
When I awoke from my dream, I placed my hand gingerly around my throat and was slightly disappointed when I realized there was no slave collar.
* * *
"When we are done here, I take you down to laundry room," Stefania said as I stood in the bathtub and she shaved my loins with a safety razor.
"I have already unpacked and taken dirty laundry down there. You will sort laundry, delicates will be one pile, jeans and t-shirts will be separate pile, towels will in another pile. I will supervise. If you make mistake with the laundry, I will have to punish."
My legs were spread wide and Stefania took her time shaving my pubic area, running her fingers from the top of my slit down to my asshole, examining me carefully for any pubic hairs or stubble that she might have missed. My labia were visibly swollen, and my sex was wet. And Stefania had accidently slid her thumb across my swollen clit three times already. And then her talk about punishing me made my poor, needy sex throb even more.
I kept my hands obediently behind the back of my neck as Stefania shaved me, however, I found myself gasping involuntarily as industrious fingertips touched me in my most intimate places. My heart pounded and my vagina pulsed with feverish, libidinous yearning.
April likes to keep her slaves in a constant state of sexual frustration and yearning. She says it helps to keep slave obedient if they're constantly craving a sexual reward from their mistress. As I stood naked in front of Stefania with a constant wet pulse between my legs, I felt inclined to agree. I would do anything April asked of me if she would just give me a little sexual relief.
I was panting lustily and my legs were trembling, when I heard April's voice calling from down the hall, "Cheryl! I've got bad news!"
April opened the door to the bathroom, popped her head in and said, "Cheryl, you need to get dressed. My Uncle Ed is coming over."
My mouth hung open for a few seconds, and then (much to my surprise) Stefania and I simultaneously asked, "Who is Uncle Ed?"
"Uncle Ed is a relative," April responded, "Ever since my Aunt Nancy died, he's been emotionally needy. He's been traveling around the country, dropping in on family and friends. He just spent a week with my cousin in Reno and now he's coming here."
April took about a second to savor my exposed nudity and then she added, "Uncle Ed isn't cool with homosexuality or BDSM, so Cheryl, you need to get dressed, and we need to hide all the bondage gear."
Down the hall I could hear Mrs. Ladd call out, "Cheryl should probably stay with her mom for a few days."
"Stay with my mom?" I asked, somewhat crestfallen at the idea of being forced to wear clothing and act like a normal, boring, conforming member of American society.
"Would it not be better for her to say with Prue?" Stefania asked, "She has asked more than once if she can have alone-time with Cheryl."
April's eyes lit up and she said, "Good point! I forgot all about Prue!"
Then April stuck her head out into the hallway and called out, "I'm gonna call Prue! Cheryl can probably stay with her until Uncle Ed leaves!"
April got her phone and called Prue. I was stunned at how eager Prue was to let me stay in her home. I first met Prue back when we were both students at Fairhaven High School. I had no idea that Prue had a crush on me back then, and apparently, she
still
has a crush on me. I was April's slave, but if April was willing to lend me out, Prue was happy to take me.
April dressed me, giving me a pair of panties, a bra, socks, running shoes, hip hugger blue jeans and a crop top that left my midriff bare. April was expecting I'd be gone for anywhere between five and twelve days, so she also packed me a bag with several changes of clothes.
* * *
Prue lived with her mother, in a single-family home in the suburbs. Her home was in a very friendly-looking neighborhood where many of the residents rode bikes or jogged and were very approachable. It seemed as if everyone welcomed you and had a smile or a friendly wave for you, even if you were a total stranger.
Prue's mother was no exception to that rule. She dispensed with formalities and insisted that I call her Nat.
"My friends all call me Nat," she explained, "and seeing as how you're friends with my daughter, I'm sure we'll become friends too."
Nat was an excellent host. She asked me if I had eaten breakfast yet, and when I told her I hadn't she got me a mug of coffee and then she sliced a bagel in half, toasted it and spread generous amounts of cream cheese across both halves before handing it over to me.
"Your mom seems nice," I told Prue, after her mother had left the room.
"My mom is a real people person," Prue conceded, "She likes having guests over. She'll smother you with attention if you let her."
"I see no downside to that," I replied as I licked cream cheese off my fingers.
"So," Prue said, raising her eyebrows at me, "you're in no rush to get back to April."
I took a sip of coffee and considered my words carefully. I loved April, and didn't want to say anything negative about her, however, I was already forming a strong emotional bond with Nat. I loved them both in different ways.
