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Rick looked at the big mansion one last time before going in. It was the biggest one he had ever seen in his life. This magnificent piece of architecture stood atop a hill, offering a beautiful view of the lush green countryside.
It had three floors and was built of stone. Surrounding it was a vast garden with cobbled pathways and a grand fountain on the front. It was raining heavily now and the water bounced off the slanting stone tiled roof.
Rick stood there admiring the beauty of the house and the richness that radiated from it. He had come here as a last resort. His life was in ruins and filled with debt. Everyday he would have to hide and run away from the goons sent to take back his money. He couldn't leave his house at all on some days and so could not make both ends meet on many occasions. He frequently robbed for food. More complications began as he was now on the Police Wanted List for robbery.
This was when he met an old friend Albert. Albert was ashamed to see Rick like this and offered to help. He told Rick about a place where he could hide till the heat was off. But he did warn that the owner of the house was not a very kind woman.
"House? Looks like a palace to me," Rick said aloud.
He carried his rain drenched body to the front door. He had not taken any extra clothes or luggage to avoid suspicion. Water was dripping off his hair onto his wet face. He wiped it off with his hand and adjusted his looks as he approached the door. He was pretty handsome for his young age but was not a person who took any care in those things.
He knocked the door and waited. He could hear a distant sound of footsteps and it grew louder. The door opened and Rick almost fell backwards. He rubbed his eyes and stared without saying a word. Standing before him was a perfectly naked woman with long, very straight jet-black hair. She had small breasts and a shaved pussy. She looked very cute.
"Madam will be here in a moment. Please wait outside till she comes," the woman walked towards the interior after saying this.
Rick just stood there open mouthed. He could not believe his eyes.
"You must be dreaming!" he told himself.
He waited there for about fifteen minutes, observing the interior of the house. The floor was completely of polished wood and the rooms were spacious. It was filled with plush furniture and beautiful other things.
Rick was waiting for some person to come from the inside. But he wheeled around when he heard a car pulling up the drive way. He watched patiently and waited. The car pulled up and the chauffer came around and opened the door.
The first thing that Rick saw was a pair of stiletto heels placed on the driveway followed by the legs. They were the most beautiful ones that he had ever seen. They were toned, properly tanned and absolutely perfect. The smooth texture glowed dimly in the moonlight. Rick was still staring at the legs when the woman stepped out from the car.
She was wearing a rich black party dress. It was really tight and showed her perfect body with a prominent bulge where her breasts would be. She was extremely beautiful. Her brown hair sexily covered one side of her face. Beyond it Rick could see expertly put make up that made her look even better.
The Chauffer handed her the keys after locking the car and took leave. Rick felt his adrenaline pumped when he saw her turn towards him. She walked slowly with short steps towards him, placing the high heels gently as she walked calmly.
Rick cleared his throat as she came nearer.
"Good evening ma'am. My name is Rick and my friend Albert told me that I would be allowed to stay here for a while," he stammered.
The woman walked coolly past him. Rick turned around to see that the naked woman that he had seen earlier was holding the door open. She turned around and closely examined Rick.
"Yeah, he telephoned. Come in," she said.
"Thank you so much for you help," Rick added.
Then he began to follow both women inside. He had just put a foot inside when he was startled by the woman's voice.
"I don't want you to dirty the floor with that," she said.
"Sorry," Rick said and he took off his shoes.
"Take off all of it! " she ordered.
Rick slowly took off his shirt and then confidently proceeded to enter the house. Both women were still looking at him.
"What did I mean when I said all of it?" she asked.
Rick gasped in amazement.
"What do you mean? No, I cannot do that!" Rick argued.
"Perhaps you should talk to Albert," the woman handed over her cell phone.
Rick hurriedly dialed the number and desperately waited for him to pick up.
"Hey Albert it is me," Rick said.
"Rick, I want you to listen carefully. You have to face this. You are on the police wanted list for god's sake! You are left with no other option. Either you spend years in jail or a few days here. Rick, do not waste your only chance," Albert trailed off.
"Jail would be better," Rick shot back.
"Rick you will stay indoors all the time. No one is going to see you and the world would never know. Look at the riches around you. I leave the final decision with you. Choose well," Albert hung up.
Rick looked at the phone for a few seconds. His eyes wandered all around him.
"It is dark, no one will see you. It will only be a few days," he tried to convince himself.
Finally he looked back at the two women standing at the door. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath and yanked his clothes off in one go.
"You are a mess. Marsha, take care of him will you?" the clothed woman said and walked away.
"Follow me please," the naked girl said.
Rick's face was now red with embarrassment. He took deep breaths and tried to forget about the situation he was in. He slowly followed the girl into the house. He was greeted by the warm floor.
"My name is Marsha and I work as a servant here for my mistress," the cute girl said.
"I am Rick," he said, trying to make a conversation to forget his surroundings.
Marsha led him to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and motioned for Rick to take a bath. She picked up a razor and a bottle of shaving cream.
"Mistress does not like body hair," Marsha said.
She took a brush and helped him foam his entire body. Rick found it really hard to take the embarrassment and shame. He really could not believe this was happening. He tried to comfort himself.
"How long have you been here?" Rick asked.
"About a year," she said.
"Why do you stay here?" he asked.
"I am from Scotland and came here a few years ago in search of work. Mistress promised to help me and send money back home. At least I have a job now," she said as she slowly began shaving Rick's body hair.
"What do you do here?" he questioned.
"I do all the house work here. If I keep my mistress happy, she takes me out and treats me well. She sometimes has a bad temper and whips me till she blows off the steam," Marsha narrated.
"What? Why does she do that? Why don't you protest?" Rick asked.
"Slaves are not supposed to complain," she said in a cold tone.
"A slave? Slavery is abolished. This is illegal!" Rick raised his voice.
"Unless you want everything to be legal and go to jail, I would recommend you to stay here," Marsha said.
Rick just stared back at her in utter disbelief. He could not understand everything. He felt Marsha move on to his pubic hair after completely taking off his chest hair. He winced as he felt the cold razor touch so close to his sac. No one had ever touched him like that.
"Don't worry. You will not feel that bad once you get used to this," she comforted.
"I won't be here for long!" Rick laughed.
He laid back and felt really strange when Marsha began to shave even the small hairs on his legs. But he did not complain. He just wanted to get over with all this and go back to lead a normal life. Finally when she was finished with him, he felt very naked as every single hair from below his neck had been removed. His body felt smooth and slippery.
Marsha dried him up and gestured him to follow her. She led him to the living room where her mistress was sitting on the couch and leaning back with crossed legs. She was still wearing the dress and the high heels. Marsha walked over gave a deep bow and left.
"Feeling strange?" mistress asked.
"Yes," Rick replied.
"My name is Amanda. But you must call me mistress from now on. Understood?"
"Yes," Rick said again.
"Now, I told you that you must address me as your mistress. Every single sentence that you say must be followed by the word mistress," she explained.
"Yes mistress," he said.
