I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story...
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She starts to walk passed me but stops. I curtsy as she enters your home. She suddenly turns to me, the front door still open, she pounces like a cat. She grabs me so fast I cry out, a little yelping noise echoes in the foyer. I feel her hand reach down and take my harnessed penis and balls in it. She quickly cups and pulls down on the cock cage holding me tightly in place. She pushes up her face, inches from mine.
"Hello, Princess, my little darling baby doll sweetie honey sissy fuck."
She is beautifully made up. Her eyes flash a wicked smile as I catch just a glance of her beautiful face. I avert my eyes to the floor quickly. Her hand, pushed up under the short skirt of my maid outfit raises it and exposes the little bulge inside my pink lace panties. She tightly cups me her hand. I wince as she pulls just a little harder. I feel her manicured nails dig slightly into and around the base of my balls. Her fingers are up under the permanent gold ring I wear in place behind my balls and penis cage.
"Hello, Mistress Barbara."
I whimper, stifle a painful moan. I see you at the hall doorway out of the corner of my eye.
"Barbara, stop fucking with the help."
You giggle as you move toward her. She quickly releases me, tosses me from her hand. Her eyes still fixed on my face, she turns to you.
"I like this little one, Marisa. You know I do. He was my first. I haven't forgotten that. First one I got to make cry and dance just for me and only me, I may want to play with him again. I know Charles likes this one too. He likes this little piece of candy mostly because Princess is your favorite."
She turns to you. The two of you do the air-kiss hug. I hurry to close the door. I am ignored. The two of you drift into your den.
"Princess, two Manhattans."
It's all you say as your voice trails off into the den area.
The two of you dressed beautifully for a day in the city, both in sexy but in no way over the top skirt and blouse outfits. Tailored, form fitting, men will be looking intently. Barbara wearing knee high, stiletto heel boots, they click loudly as she crosses the wooden floor of the hallway. As soon as the two of you enter the room I hear Barbara's girl like chirpy voice.
"Mary, hello. Are you joining..." She is cut off in mid-sentence.
"Don't talk to that bitch. Don't."
Anger fills your voice.
Mary is standing next to your chair. She wears six inch heels, almost punishment like in nature, a short red dress barely covers her rear end. Exposed are the lace tops of her thigh high stockings with seams. She is made up startlingly slutty, huge eyes, black and cat like, bright red lipstick to match her all red outfit and her shiny pointed toe 'fuck-me' shoes. Her hair is in a sexy up-do, large red hoop earrings almost meet her exposed soft shoulders. She is the perfect high class hooker persona.
"I mean it, don't talk to this bitch! She's being taught a lesson."
You sit next to her, pat her butt, let your hand rest on it.
"Well, haven't things taken a turn around here."
Barbara laughs, sits across from you. She eyes Mary intently.
Mary looks off into the distance, somewhat removed from Barbara's comment but keenly aware of it, aware of the two of you.
"You know Barbara, when you find a good little bitch it doesn't matter whether or not it's a boy or a girl."
Your hand runs down Mary's ass and up under her skirt, up her inner thigh. You feel her struggle to maintain her posture. You pet her exposed thigh below her panties.
"It could even be an old lady like this cougar bitch, you just have to exploit it before someone else does."
Barbara giggles. You laugh. Mary's face flushes.
"So, you like girls now, Marisa?"
Barbara leans forward as I enter the room quickly and efficiently. I dip and offer her one of the drinks on the tray. I hurry to you, offer the tray. You take your drink as I offer it to you, dismiss me coarsely with your hand. I hurry from the room.
"I like submissive play things, Barbara. You know that. I like, as you do, sobbing little bitches that know their place. I like 'oh mistress, please, please, mistress...' bitches, crying for me, begging me. I like having them do things for people I send them to. I like all of the above."
You feel yourself get just the hint of wet as you say that. You take your hand from Mary's thigh, reach up and run your index finger across the lips of her pussy. You can feel her through her panties. You quickly remove your hand from under her skirt.
"This one has entered a new phase around here. She's lost all privilege. Who do you answer to, Mary?"
"You, Mistress Marisa."
