I was still very much a novice in the art of being a slave, and I relied on my flatmate Mitzi to help me to please my Master. She had been in Mariano's service for some months, and enjoyed similar conditions to mine – namely, she had a 'normal' job during the week, and lived at Mariano's luxury home most weekends. Our other flatmate, the Costa Rican Paula, continued to keep her distance, and I thought she regarded us as a bit strange. One Monday, however, after Don Vicente had caned me quite fiercely across the back the day before, Paula came into the bathroom when I was brushing my teeth. It was a warm, sultry, New York June evening, and I wore only a camisole top.
'Wow,' she said, 'those are some stripes! I hope you've been to the police?'
I turned and looked at her, and didn't know what to say. Surely she knew that Mitzi and I were slaves – I had been spending my weekend with my Master for several weeks, and Mitzi for a lot longer. Then I saw a slow smile start to spread on her wide, attractive mouth.
'Don't worry, Helena,' she said, 'I'm not stupid, and I'm just kidding, right?'
This was a side of Paula I had never seen – she had always been almost aloof, certainly without either warmth or humour, just someone who was always around.
'Come on,' she said, 'put some clothes on, and I'll buy you a drink. We should get to know each other better.'
I slipped on a miniskirt and a pair of heels, which was my normal mode of dress, and we went out to our local Irish pub, and sat down at a corner table with glasses of beer.
Paula, dressed in jeans and tee-shirt, regarded me with an expression that was hard to read.
'You fascinate me, you know,' she said.
'Oh, why?'
'This scene you're into, it just intrigues me.'
'But you disappear at weekends too,' I said.
'I
did,'
she said bitterly.
'What's happened?' I asked.
'It's a long story,' she said.
'I've nothing to do.'
So she told me: She had been employed at weekends, by a rich lawyer, as a babysitter in a mansion in the Hamptons. It soon turned out that he really wanted her to tend to the sexual education of his two sons, both of whom had recently graduated from high school. She said she didn't mind at all, because they were both handsome young men, and for several months, her weekends had been spent 'looking at their bedroom ceilings.' The lawyer paid her very well. The problem arose during the previous weekend, when he decided he would like to try what his sons had been enjoying, and summoned her to his bedroom late on the Saturday night. She hadn't known that the lawyer and his wife had separate bedrooms, but crept along the corridor in her negligee, and slid into bed with him.
Not ten minutes later, the door burst open and there was an awful roar, as the younger of the two sons, consumed by jealousy, tore away the bedclothes and started hurling oaths at his father, saying he always knew he had to share with his brother, but that his father was a filthy, lying whoremonger. The lawyer's wife, disturbed by the commotion, appeared on the scene, and Paula was ejected from the house, leaving behind her a violent row.
I reached for her hand. 'Don't worry, Paula, you're so pretty. Something else will turn up.'
'You really think I'm pretty?' she asked.
'Yes, and so does my M….friend, Don Vicente.' I almost said my Master. He had seen Paula occasionally when he had picked me up from the apartment.
'The dishy guy with the Lexus?'
'That's him.'
'Hmmm,' she said, 'has he got any brothers, friends, anything like that?' She was grinning, more relaxed than I'd ever seen her.
'Lots of friends,' I told her, 'but they're all………er, well, how shall I say….?' I looked for a way to explain, but she put a hand on mine.
'No, Helena, you don't have to tell me, I get the picture. They are all into……into, well, whatever you call it.'
She sat back and looked at me for a while, then whistled through her teeth.
'Wow,' she said, finally, shaking her head, 'I just don't know.'
'What don't you know?' I asked.
'I don't know what it is that fascinates me about all this,' she said, 'but something sure as hell does!'
'What do you want me to say?' I asked her.
'I really haven't a clue. Part of me wants you to introduce me to this….this scene. Part of me is shit-scared of being physically hurt. I don't know – it's just that I'm amazingly fascinated!' She sat back and took a long slug of her drink, then said, 'Say, isn't there a sort of halfway-house way in to this sort of thing – know what I mean?'
'Not that I know of, but I'll ask Mitzi, see if she knows any more about it than I do.'
We finished our drinks in companionable silence, and wandered home in the warmth of late evening.
Later I spoke to Mitzi, when Paula had gone to bed.
She said she'd think about it, but it wasn't until breakfast the next morning that she put her hand on my shoulder and said, 'I think I know what I can do to help Paula.'
I looked into her big brown eyes expectantly, and she smiled faintly, then asked, 'Got anything planned for tonight?'
I shook my head no, and she sat down opposite me.
'Here's what we do,' she said, 'you remember where we went to the barbecue?'
As if I could ever forget – it was where Don Vicente had taken my cherry a few short months ago, and I still got hot thinking about the way it had happened. Mitzi was continuing, 'Just so long as I can fix it with Mariano, we can take her there this afternoon, and fix her up with his cousin, who owns the place.'
'But….but,' I started.
'But nothing,' she said, 'it might just work – Saul, the cousin, isn't really into BDSM, but told me that he 'gets ever so excited' at the idea of me having been whipped when he saw how I had been marked.'
We all worked only until three o'clock on Tuesdays, and Mitzi and I arrived home at the same time, before Paula.
'I've fixed it with Mariano, said Mitzi, and guess what? He's going to take us out there!'
'We won't all get into the Porsche,' I pointed out.
'Oh, I expect he'll bring the Lincoln,' she said nonchalantly, 'and by the way, we're all invited to dinner!'
At that moment, Paula arrived home, and we rushed to tell her that we were taking her out. She panicked, saying she had nothing to wear, and wasn't prepared, but Mitzi put her hands on the other girl's shoulders and said, 'Don't worry, darling, we'll take care of your preparation. You are the same size as Helena, and I'm sure we'll be able to dress you appropriately.'
We led her into our bedroom, and told her to strip. She took off the suit she had worn to work, and stood in lacy bra and panties.
'Those too,' I said, and she unhooked her bra at the back and slipped the straps from her shoulders, revealing pert, smallish breasts with large brown aureolas. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and drew them down long slender legs, stepping out of them gracefully. She had a neatly-trimmed bush, just a triangle of black fuzz pointing down to the dark brown of her labia.
'We may as well do away with that,' said Mitzi, pointing to it, 'she'd be prettier without it, don't you think?'
I agreed, and Paula mutely consented to being led to the bathroom. I didn't have to use the scissors on her, as the hairs were already short, but once I had removed the triangle, I had an excuse to ease her legs apart, and smooth my fingers around her pussy, ostentatiously to check for more stray hairs. But she knew I liked the feeling of her soft, puffy cunt-lips, and her hardening clitoris was evidence that she too enjoyed my touch. I asked her to turn over, and then actually did find a few small hairs growing around her puckered little arsehole, which had all the appearance of being virginal.
'Can anyone play?' asked Mitzi, laughing, 'Only we've got to be ready in an hour – I just thought you guys should know!'
I finished my treatment of Paula's nether regions, and we attended to our clothing.
Our wardrobes, Mitzi's and mine, had been augmented enormously by the financial help of our respective Masters, and we had little trouble in finding adequate clothing for a summer evening get-together. We agreed on short dresses, and Mitzi chose a peach organdie halter-necked mini-dress, as light as gossamer – she was practically naked. I opted for a tight black silk cocktail dress, with a high neck, long sleeves and a skirt which was tight around the hips, but which flared out to the hem. Through its thin material, the outline of my breasts and buttocks could be clearly seen.
