8. Two Angels.
Sarah's email arrived just after 4pm, making my heart beat a little faster.
slave P
Having seen your performance serving Master Jonathan I am most disappointed. However, I can understand and have some measure of sympathy.
Please ensure you perform better this evening when you are used again. During your owner's use you were happy to please, even in the shower cubicle. Continue with that standard and do not let them down again.
My relationship to you is irrelevant. Your duty is to The Code.
You will, of course, be punished in due course.
Sarah R.
I read the email four times. I'd thought about writing to her in the afternoon to plead for a way to keep in our minds as sister and brother but had talked myself out of it each time.
Duty. I thought, shaking my head; still cautious that I might be listened to. The camera light was still off. I'd checked the others around the house that I could easily see. I would need a ladder for the one on the ceiling over my shower.
I hoped they were all off then again at the apparatus. Cuffs and chains were waiting, crop hanging on a hook on one of the stands. Blindfold hanging from the rail. I was hard. Sarah knew. She's going to know more again later. I thought.
No judgement.
No damage.
Jonathan's words echoed in my mind.
"Surely she can't judge me for this." I said out loud. Glancing at the camera by my desk. Still off.
I gave up on working and made the bed and vacuumed the floor; then showered in preparation for my evening. Anxiety was abating thanks to her email and excitement was once again, rising. Sarah was being an angel. I thought.
At 6pm an SMS arrived.
ETA 15
I undressed, folding my clothes onto a shelf in my wardrobe; then taking the blindfold knelt by the bed facing the camera on the end of the rail. As I expected. On.
I turned to face the door, sighed and placed the blindfold over my head and waited.
After a few minutes I heard a key in the lock. Footsteps came towards the bedroom and I felt a presence in the room. I bowed down, hoping I was in the right place which I thankfully was. I felt the ground and found feet which I started to kiss. Verbal worship didn't come easy to me but I managed to offer myself.
"On your back." A woman's voice was unexpected.
I rolled over onto my back.
"Clean me."
Her sex descended to my face as she sat against my mouth. I licked and cleaned her everywhere, noting the taste of semen oozing from her sex. I cleaned her anus, delving deep into her with my tongue. She orgasmed several times before settling onto my mouth and depositing her nectar into me.
"Kneel up." Came the voice.
I knelt in silence.
I could feel her presence in front of me. Close. Observing.
"Wait there."
The sound of something unzipping came from behind me then she was back.
"Excited?" She said.
"May I speak?" I ventured quietly.
"Yes." Her voice was relaxed.
"Very excited, Mistress. You tasted wonderful."
"Would you like to release yourself? You seem very tense."
"Yes please, Mistress."
There was the sound of fumbling, perhaps in her handbag, I thought.
"Go ahead."
It took hardly any strokes to release my semen. Catherine and Christopher had implanted their instructions which became to me, another fantasy to masturbate to. It took no imagination on my part to know what I was to do with it. She handed me a glass tube which she had obviously caught my seed in.
I held my head back, taking the liquid into my mouth, I swallowed it.
"Good." She said.
"When your next visitor tells you to release yourself later; do it slowly and hold your seed on your tongue for your owners to see. You must also give life to the fantasy you are thinking as you're doing it."
"Give life? I don't underst..."
"Talk through the fantasy."
"Talk through it?" You mean, narrate?"
"Yes."
"So they know what I think about when I do this?"
"Every time. Be clear and precise. We know sometimes it's the same fantasy and that's okay. We still want hear it."
"All of them?" I shuddered.
"Don't try to hide any of them. Your owners want to know everything. Do you understand?"
"I understand, Mistress."
"When you hear the front door close, you can remove your blindfold."
"Thank you, Mistress."
And, seconds later, she was gone.
I took the blindfold off and looked around. Everything was exactly as I had left it. I stood up and looked around the room. The cameras. All off.
I looked at my watch. 7:15pm. Still blinking, I went to the bathroom and stood in front of the bathroom mirror to examine myself as I had after my cleaning of Mistress Melissa. The inside of my mouth tasted of my visitor and I wanted it to linger. The same feelings were back. I took a sip of water, deciding to let the smell and taste continue and then went back to the bedroom.
The laptop had changed.
The same machine sat on on my desk connected to the usual large monitor screen but now the screen saver was showing rolling scenes of the mistress on my face, my masturbation and drinking semen.
"How the..."
I watched the slideshow through two cycles. In the space of a few minutes, someone had edited the video feed into this and pushed it to my laptop.
"Surely it's not those two doing this." I said to the room.
Buzz.
Another SMS.
ETA 10.
I let the thoughts drift away to concentrate on my next appointment.
My second visitor was equally quiet, but this time, a man. His use of me was, as Jonathan had said, on the bed face down, hands cuffed and winched; after which I cleaned him and took him into my throat. He didn't urinate into me though I had expected to be dragged to the shower to take his nectar.
I was hard again. The thought of having to masturbate, on camera whilst giving a running commentary wasn't easy to come to terms with.
"How do you want to do this? Standing? Kneeling? It's up to you, slave." He said, tugging his boxer shorts over his member.
"Can I kneel on the floor, at your feet please, Master?"
"Your choice."
He helped me off the bed and I knelt on the floor at his feet.
"Wait until I get the camera ready." His voice seemed practiced, like this wasn't new to him. "Lights, camera, action."
