Slave M and Slave G Together
As you can most likely imagine, putting the two slaves together in one room was going to present some problems. Slave m was used to getting herself off as well as receiving an occasional fucking from me. Now they would have each other to play with and I would have divide my time between them, or play with them together as a threesome. The first night when m and g where alone together it was quite intolerable as their appetites for one another were insatiable.
I had taken slave g twice on my bed after her shaving, while m patiently looked on, jealously I might add, although I wasn't sure if she was envious of g or me. Quite honestly it didn't matter as they were both now my property to do with as I wished. I promised slave g that she would be starting her duties as slave m had, in the kitchens, which upset her. I also told her that the next day the same artist that placed my family crest on slave m would be doing the same to her.
I think the reality of being a lifelong slave to me was starting to sink in as the ink did, the next day. I had Anna bring all of g's belongings to me that day, and had them destroyed. No slave of mine would be in possession of anything material. Slave g was sad to know that everything she once owned was now gone, but such was the life of a slave.
As the tattoo artist finished his work the two slaves were comparing their identical markings. There were shared giggles, and laughter which I quickly put a stop to. Anna dragged both Slave m and g to the kitchens. As m was familiar with what her duties were there, she would be in charge of g for the time being. I always read that having a hierarchy among servants was always a good thing as it promoted good behavior.
The job of shaving two slaves was now way too much for Anna, so I arranged to have a specialist come in and remove all their hair permanently. This did not sit well with slave g, her golden frock of tresses so recently shaved although slave m was delighted that she wouldn't have to undergo the shaving continuously. Anna was also relieved and in a private moment, thanked me personally for the service being performed.
I hadn't altogether forgotten about the club that I promised to lend slave m to and set about contacting Werner about arranging it. He was overjoyed at the idea of introducing slave m to the club and guaranteed that no permanent harm would come to her. Now that I had the two slaves it might be easier to part with one for a few days, which, in the end, the arrangement entailed. I also told him about acquiring Gretchen as my new slave g, and he was somewhat shocked at this news. Apparently, being a small local community, he new Gretchen from school. He was anxious to make a similar arrangement with g but I had told him the slave was too fresh to be lent out at this time.
Slave g's first few days in the kitchen were a torture for her as she was newly naked in front of her former coworkers. The same rules applied to g as did with m, no touching but plenty of humiliation. G was subject to all the same humiliations that m was, even the lunch time masturbation. I was privy to a showing as I was passing through one day, and it was quite the spectacle, with slave g turning every shade of red imaginable. I also noticed that slave m was participating in the humiliation which I was happy to see, although I swore I saw some pangs of envy in her eyes, as g struggled to cope with the continuous jeering.
At night they both would come back filthy and reeking of the kitchen as Anna led them to their room. I was going to have to put a door on that little annex as the smell emanating from their little nook was overpowering. Between their filthy bodies, their sexual excretions and the smell of their sweating asses, I was having trouble sleeping. I was going to have to make other sleeping arrangements for them.
The following day the hair removal specialist was coming in from Munich to get started on them. Using a new technique involving lasers, she would greatly reduce the number of treatments each would have to receive. I instructed her to start with m as she was going to more cooperative. I watched for a little while as the freshly bathed m was depilated. The little blue light laser worked over her scalp, methodically, but soon I lost interest and decided to entertain slave g for a while.
Retrieving her from the kitchen, much to the disappointment of the staff, I led her outside. Being in the outdoors naked was something that slave g was not used to and she was holding herself tightly as we walked.
"Walk naturally slave, it's warm and there's nothing to hide your nakedness anymore, you will always be so." G smiled up at me, and slowly dropped her arms to her side as we walked into the forest. The ground was covered in thick moss which cushioned our steps. Slave g was most appreciative of this as her feet had not yet become accustomed to being bare all the time. We came to a small stream with a waterfall and I thought it might be nice to have a clean slave to play with, at least to start. "Go wash yourself under the waterfall slave." I instructed.
The scene was beautiful all by itself, but add a hairless, snow skinned nymph, and it was idyllic. She squealed a little from the coldness of the water. All the streams here are mountain fed, so the water is chilled. When she returned to me she was beaded with drops of water and I couldn't resist a second longer.
I snatched her into my arms and kissed her roughly, there was no resistance. She shivered from the cold slightly so I rubbed her skin until she was warm, then laid her over my lap. She had not yet been spanked by me and this was to be an education for her. "This should warm you up my little nymph." I struck her luscious bottom twenty times. By the end of them she was no longer crying out, but moaning. "You see how a good spanking can be, almost fun wasn't it?" She nodded, but still rubbed her cheeks, which were reddened but not marked.
I had her kneel on all fours facing the waterfall, and entered her from behind. The sudden nature of my entry caused her to yelp, but soon she was pushing back against me to meet my thrusts. I could sense she was getting close to her peak as I came violently inside her, pulling out roughly, my seed spilling from her.
She groaned as she had not been satisfied, deliberately I might add. I gave her a strong swat on her thigh which brought her back to her senses. "Your pleasure is not important as it compares to mine slave g, remember that." She meekly looked at me through her lashes and nodded.
Upon arriving back at the castle I harshly dumped slave g back in the kitchen telling them to work her hard, she had disappointed me. I didn't see m anywhere so I assumed that she was still being depilated upstairs.
I arrived in my chambers to find the specialist just packing up. She was happy to report that the first of three treatments for m was complete. She would return the following morning for slave g. The bad news was that I would have to allow what hair was going to grow on m to grow without shaving as she would need to see what remained in a week or so. I didn't like the idea of a stubbly slave, but if this was the price of permanent hairlessness then so be it.
Slave m's skin was reddened by the treatment, but she had said it was not sore and that she was excited to be hairless forever. I smiled and stroked her rubbery head, surprised at how warm it felt. I was assured that the redness would fade by the next day. I was paying this specialist three times her normal rate to make house calls, so she was at my disposal for as long as need be. I reminded Anna that there would be no more shaving the slaves, explaining the reason. She seemed overjoyed by the news.
I called Werner at the club and told him that he could expect slave m tomorrow afternoon. She would be delivered personally by me, naked as requested. I wondered just exactly he had planned for her, but as long as no harm came to her, I was fine with it. I spoke with m about her upcoming commitment and she was suddenly terrified.
"I have to go stay with that horrible little man!" She yelled. I gave her a smack in the mouth, chiding her for her lack of respect.
"I think I have been entirely too tolerant of you lately, slave m. I will not tolerate being spoken to in that manner by one of my slaves!" I took her by the arm and pulled her through the house and out into the garden. She knew where we were going by the look in her eyes. As we approached the old wooden door, she began to struggle. "Will you hold still m!" I yelled. She immediately stopped her fighting, and began sobbing instead. I opened the old door to my grandfathers dungeon and pushed m in front of me into the darkness. I lit one of the old lanterns and pulled her over to the old cross that was now slung with spiders webs. The manacles were placed on m's wrists, the sobs now building into a full on cry.
"Did you think that I would allow you, my slave, to yell at me, regardless of what I was asking you to do?" I slapped her hard on the side of her breast. The strike was so hard that her crying stopped immediately and was replaced with a look of shock. "You will obey me in all things, is that understood slave?"
"Yes Sir." She mumbled, her eyes now searching the floor.
"What!"
"Yes Sir!" She yelled, I smiled at her enthusiasm. Leaving her manacled on the cross in this dreary place would probably have been enough, but I wanted to leave her with something to remind her of her transgression. I gathered an old quirt from the workbench, and slapped my palm with a few times as I approached her. I had never used anything but an open palm in my punishments before this, and the sight of me with this tool frightened her. I moved the leather patch on the end to her mouth.
"Kiss the crop m, kiss it before it kisses you." She ever so gently placed her lips against the business end of the quirt and kissed it, twice. "Impressive slave." I smiled, now prepare yourself. I didn't want to hurt her, only wake her up. I gave a few sharp snaps to her breasts with had her writhing to get out of the way. I was devious though and kept changing the direction in which the blows would land. I then placed the crop against her hairless vulva and tapped a couple of times lightly, her eyes grew as wide as saucers. One quick snap of the tip over her clitoris had her jump, rattling the manacles on her. I repeated the gesture a couple of times, observing her face. She was getting aroused. Well, no harm in that. I increased the intensity of the blows until she was moaning in a passionate plea, and pushing her sex lewdly towards me. I could smell her aroma as she longed for each snap of it. "I think you are getting entirely too much pleasure from this treatment, slave m." She smiled wickedly, as she peered at me through her lashes, the only hair she was allowed to keep.
I continued until I knew she was just about to have her little orgasm, gasping and moaning. There was one final snap, much harder than the others, which I thought would end her little display of sexual arousal, but it had exactly the opposite effect. Her instant gasp was followed by an intense shudder that rocked her from the middle out, her mouth gaping in an elongated "O" which could only make me smile. She was a pain pig. "So slave m, where are you going tomorrow?" I quizzed, as I released her from the cross.
"To your friend Werner's club." I patted her on her dome.
"And what are you going to do when you get there slave m?" I looked her square in the eyes, something she was not accustomed to.
