The office Christmas party was boring, well for me anyway, everyone else was in the conference room laughing, drinking and having what sounded like a great time, me on the other hand had decided to exclude myself, I sat at my desk with my feet up and a glass of Katrina approved soda, resting on my pants – the front shield was good for one thing, I also had a plastic plate of party foods. I was content enjoying my own company.
Sandra appeared from behind the conference room door, she had a small built, black hair, shy, quiet and very cute. She also had a small goth thing going on with the pale look and black eye shadow and lipstick, but it wasn't over done. She is one of the few people I got along with in this office, minds her own business and gets her job done.
"Impressive." Sandra said walking over to me.
"Huh?" I replied.
"The drink." She said pointing to it.
"It's a talent of mine, anyway what are you doing out here, shouldn't you be back in their getting drunk and talking about girlie stuff?"
"Too much excitement for me, they did say something about dragging you in their and making you strip dance." Sandra smiled taking some food off my plate.
"Oh yeah, I'll make their jaws drop alright, they'll be absolutely speechless."
"That's what I thought, to much man for everyone."
"Something like that."
Sandra let out a little sigh.
"What's wrong?" I asked a little concerned.
"Another Christmas alone."
"You need to get yourself a man."
"There's no good ones out their." Sandra sat on my desk, to the side of my feet.
"Well there is, but I'm spoken for."
"Don't flatter yourself."
"Well find yourself a guy, crush his soul and then mould him to your liking." I said with a straight face.
"Arrghhh, that sounds something like Katrina would say."
A shiver ran down my spine, she was right.
"Speaking of which" Sandra continued. "What happened with the sleep over with Amanda and Lauren, they have been extremely quiet since then?"
I thought about it for a moment and finally said. "Sometimes rumours are better then fact, depending on your perspective."
"Uh huh, what ever that means. Anyway, I'm going back to the party, join us."
"Maybe later."
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"Oww my head." Katrina said waking up the next morning.
I laid beside Katrina on the lounge in her office; we had slept there over night as she was in no condition to drive home, nor would she let me drive home. Some how over night her hand had crept down my pants and was resting on my front shield.
"Good morning." I said yawning a little.
"I didn't do anything stupid last night did I?" Katrina said not having the energy to move.
"Not that I'm aware of, a few others were carried out though."
"Steven go clean that mess up out there and then we'll go home." Katrina forced her eyes open
"Its clean, I did it last night while you were sound asleep."
"Fine, let's go." Katrina said attempting to get off the lounge.
"Give me the keys, I'm driving." I said putting my hand out.
"No, you're not driving my car."
"I'm not letting you drive like that, you can barely see straight."
"Don't tell me what to do Steven! Let's remember who the Mistress here is."
"I'm not letting you drive, no matter what you say."
"You know what today is Steven? Your six months is up, I could let you out today..." Katrina fell forward into my arms ..."Fine, you drive." Katrina handed me the keys.
"Like you were going to let me out today anyway." I said taking the keys.
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The morning was crazy; Katrina was packing our bags for our trip to Natasha's place, Jenny and I had to load a large coffin shaped wooden box into the back of Katrina's car, which required us to fold the back seat down.
After that Katrina supervised Jenny have a shower, she wanted her present to be perfect, and Katrina also helped Jenny with her hair and put on her only set of street clothes that she wore when she first came here. Once ready Jenny sat downstairs on the lounge, she was quiet, worried and nervous.
Katrina picked some clothes out for me to wear, matching colours to hers; I was ready to leave within minutes.
"Come on slaves, time to go." Katrina said almost finished with locking up the house.
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The drive out in to the country to Natasha's house was always long and boring, however driving through the mountain areas is downright scary but fun at the same time.
"What's wrong slaves? Neither of you have said anything for hours." Katrina said taking a corner cautiously slow.
Jenny and I didn't answer.
"It will be okay Jenny, just stay out of trouble, do your chores and respect Natasha and Jessica and you'll do fine."
Jenny still didn't reply, she just stared out the side window.
"Now, what's your problem Steven? You have been here before."
"Two problems, Jessica and Samantha." I mumbled.
"They won't do a thing; Natasha adjusted both their attitudes when you left."
"Kicked out, not left."
"Whatever, you'll be okay too."
Katrina made an unexpected turn off the main road and onto a dirt fire trail, she stopped the car behind some trees out of view from the road.
"What are we doing?" I asked.
"Doing the finishing touches to my present." Katrina said opening the door. "Jenny, get out and get undressed."
Jenny got out of the car and took her clothes off, her chastity belt and bra sparkled in the sun. Katrina opened the boot of her car and then opened up the box; she picked up a ball gag and strapped it to Jenny's face.
"Climb in." Katrina ordered.
Jenny crawled into the box and laid down, Katrina restrained her to the box, at her neck, elbows, wrists, waist, legs and ankles, Jenny was completely immobile.
"Good bye my slave." Katrina said giving Jenny a kiss and then locking the door to the box tightly shut.
A tear rolled down Jenny's face, she didn't want to go.
Katrina got back in the car and drove back on to the main road.
The gates to Natasha's estate was left open expecting our arrival, we drove up to the house and parked in front of the garages. It felt good to get out of the car and stretch my stiff legs, Katrina and I walked up the steps and onto the veranda, and she knocked on the door three times.
A few moments later the door opened; on the other side was a young brunette haired girl, brown eyes, about 165cm tall and slim build, in white clothing except the shirt had a red collar, the tell tale signs of a chastity belt and bra were there. I liked what I saw.
"Hello." The girl said
"Hi, Ambrosia isn't it?" Katrina said.
"Abby, Amber is the other one. You must be Katrina and Steven, I have heard a lot about both of you, please come in."
"Likewise." Katrina said, walking through the door, I followed.
"Amber, Abby? Who, what?" I said confused.
"Twins." Katrina replied.
