Eve was sound asleep, her subconscious mind reliving the events of the previous evening. She became aware of the telephone ringing beside her bed. She reached across with half closed eyes and answered it.
"Hi Eve" the voice at the other end cheerfully said. It was Irene.
Instantly she was wide awake.
"How did you enjoy your introduction to the Lifestyle last night?" she asked.
Eve hesitated. Her mind was still digesting the events of the previous evening. Did she have too much to drink? Where did she get the courage to ask Michael if she could serve Him? Did He have some special power over her? Normally she wouldn't let someone treat or use her like that. Not on a first meeting anyway. Maybe it was all a dream. Her hand slid down over her tummy and beyond, the absence of pubic hair told her it hadn't been a dream. Her hand lingered between her legs.
After a long pause, Eve took a deep breath, "Yes I did enjoy thanks Irene. It was a tad different and unexpected."
"Listen Eve," Irene continued hurriedly, "Master Michael wants to see you again. This afternoon if you can make it."
There was silence as Eve thought. Her mind was spinning. She had nothing planned for the afternoon. There was a feeling of excitement in the pit of her stomach as she relived the moment when He had slid his hand between her legs without warning. She could still feel His fingers kneading her labia as she rolled the soft puffy flesh between her own fingers.
Just then Irene broke her train of thought, "Eve if you want to learn more about the lifestyle, come around at 2 o'clock this afternoon. I will leave the front door open. Don't knock, just come in and prepare yourself in my bedroom. Master Michael and I will be in the dining room having lunch. You know how He expects you to enter the room, when you are ready, adopt the Karta position at the doorway and ask if you may come in O.K?"
Eve said nothing.
"I must go now Eve. 2 o'clock this afternoon. He wants to see you. It's up to you, Sweetie." Irene said.
There was a click as Irene hung up the phone. Eve looked at the bedside clock. It was 11 am Sunday morning.
Should she go? She wanted to. But she couldn't explain why. She had behaved like a slut. She had let a total stranger feel her up in front of her best friend and yet, none of them had thought twice about it. She had allowed them to shave her and closely examine her most private parts. She had enjoyed it. She remembered the safe, warm feeling she had felt when she was with Master Michael and Mistress Irene. It was the first time she had abandoned her sexual inhibitions. She had consented unconditionally for them to use her body. She had accepted herself for what she was. A woman. A sexual creature. They had not been judgmental. They had simply enjoyed her sexuality; and so had she. She felt liberated.
If she went Irene's house, they would tell her what to do. So long as she obeyed, she could do no wrong. She knew exactly what was expected of her; she was a slave. There was no confusion. She would let them expand her sexuality in any way they wished. They would use her for their pleasure, and if they didn't enjoy her, they only had themselves to blame. She would be pleasing. She would live out their sexual fantasies; her fantasies. She would explore and understand this suppressed part of her mind. She would become a Kajira, a sexual slave. Master Michael would be the implement through which she would achieve this. Her reward would be her self discovery. Yes, she would go there this afternoon!
She crawled out of her bed and went into the bathroom. As her nightdress slipped to the floor, she looked at herself in the mirror. From the waist down saw the image of a pre-pubescent girl, only the flair of her hips and rounded bottom indicated she was older. Her clean shaven labia were clearly visible for the first time in years. They were darker than the surrounding skin. The redness resulting from the touch of her own fingers a few minutes earlier. She showered, washed and dried her hair and thought nothing more of it.
She wandered naked into the kitchen to make some brunch. Smiling inwardly as she accepted her own nudity for the first time. She made no effort to cover herself up.
Just before 2 o'clock, she slipped a sweatshirt top and bottom over her naked body and drove the familiar route to Irene's house.
The front door was unlocked, as Irene said it would be. She entered quietly and went to Irene's bedroom. As she undressed she could hear the voices of Master Michael and Mistress Irene in the dining room. She could also hear the chink of the sterling silver cutlery on the bone china plates as they ate Sunday lunch. She removed her watch, rings and earrings. She looked at her naked form in Irene's mirror, pulled back her hair, took a deep breath and padded quietly down the passageway to the open doorway of the dining room.
She knelt down, with her thighs parted, then swept her body forwards so that her right cheek and breasts touched the polished wood floor. Her thighs and backside towering above her. Her long brunette hair cascaded around her face onto the floor. She stretched out her arms and pressed her widely spread fingers against the timber. She could smell the floor polish.
She took a deep breath, waited for a break in the conversation and nervously asked. "Master Michael, may this girl please enter the room?"
The conversation stopped completely and she heard Master Michael's chair creak as He turned around. She didn't move.
"Well look who has come to visit Us, Irene!" He said in a surprised voice.
"I'm so pleased eve chose to come today, Master." Irene happily replied.
"Yes girl, enter." He said. "Come to Me."
She rose and walked across the room. Her eyes were lowered, not daring to look higher than the table level.
"Greetings Master Michael." She said as she bowed to Him, then turned to Irene.
"Greetings Mistress Irene."
"Welcome eve." They said in unison.
