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I dragged anna upstairs and into the bathroom instructing her to run me a bath. I passed her a jar of bubbles and she added a cap-full. The bathroom filled with steam and the scent of jasmine. I motioned for her to help me take off my robe and then to remove my panties. I like to keep fit and trim so I have no shame in showing my body in front of my slaves. I cautiously tested the water. Not bad, I thought for a first try, a little warmer than I ideally liked, but not bad. I stepped into the bath and lay back. I picked up a soft sponge and a bar of expensive soap and handed them to anna.
"Start on my front, girl. I need to be fresh. We are going for a walk this afternoon."
Her eyes opened with surprise but she said nothing. She wet the sponge and lathered it up and then carefully washed my breasts. I am sure, like me, she considered it a great honour to be so intimate. I let her minister to me while enjoying every moment then I lifted one foot out of the water and pointed to it. One after the other she cleaned my feet. It felt wonderful. Finally I stood up and allowed her to look at what she most craved. More soap was applied to the sponge and she nervously washed me between my legs and into the cleft of my arse. I could feel myself becoming aroused at her touch but fought off the feeling. I stepped out of the bath and allowed her to dry me with one of my softest towels. When I was dry I led her back to the bedroom.
I allowed her the pleasure of helping me dress. A simple black thong and matching bra and then the delight of having her kneeling at my feet as she put on a pair of black hold-up stockings followed by a dark grey, mid-thigh skirt. I stood throughout using her head for support, forcing her to stay steady at all times. Lastly a pastel green silk blouse. I left the top three buttons undone to give a hint of cleavage but no more. Unknown to anna she was to be the star of this afternoon's entertainment and not me. It was warm enough outside that I decided against a jacket. I finished off with a pair of sensible two inch heels. I picked up the end of anna's leash and tugged. She followed me downstairs.
In the hall I looked inside a cupboard and pulled out a pair of cheap flip-flops and tossed them on the floor at her feet.
"Put those on," I commanded. There was no point in damaging a slave from sharp pieces of gravel or shards of broken glass.
"We are going for a walk," I announced, "such a lovely day and the park will be busy I think. You will walk two paces behind me and to my right at all times, is that understood?"
A look of horror came over her face. "But, Mistress," she began with a note of pleading in her voice, "I'm naked."
"As you should be," I simply answered, "now, do you understand your instructions?"
She looked down. "Yes, Mistress." Her voice now was one of resignation to her fate and to her role in life.
With that I took her leash and opened the front door. The sun was shining and I could feel the warmth. It was certainly warm enough not to need a jacket although possibly too chill to be naked. Still the sun was weak enough for no need to make use of sun screen. I walked down the path to the street and through the gate. I could feel and hear anna following behind dutifully. I felt the occasional tug on the leash as she hesitated when someone else passed us on the street but for the most part she kept up.
A neighbour was in her front garden supervising her naked slave who was busy weeding a flower bed and I stopped to pass the time of day. We chatted idly about nothing in particular and then she seemed to notice anna.
"Is that a new slave, Miss Christine?" she enquired, "I don't recognise her."
"Yes I got her a couple of days ago. I sold on the last one and needed a new one. She came very cheap but needs a lot of training."
"I expect you'll make a good profit on her at the end though. You always do." She grinned broadly.
I glanced down at the slave still busy weeding the garden. "And how is yours?" I asked.
"She's excellent so far, thank you. Quite expensive but I've no complaints. One of Mistress L's."
"She always does excellent work with her slaves."
"As do you, Mistress."
I smiled knowing that any slave of mine would fetch a much higher price than those of Mistress L and were probably well out of my neighbour's price range. I bid her farewell and walked on down the street. A few corners and streets found us at the park. How anna was coping I had no idea as I had pointedly not looked round to find out but she had stopped the occasional pulls on her leash. Inside the park it was about as busy as I expected. A group of craftswomen were sitting on the grass chattering and laughing and there were two or three Mistresses with their slaves taking in the sunshine. I led anna across the grass and up a slight rise to where an area of grass made a scoop into the tree line. It was sheltered and a bit of a suntrap and contained my favourite bench with a view across the city. I sat down at one end of the bench and indicated that anna should kneel on the grass beside me. I leant back, closed my eyes and started to make plans for anna's future while I let the sun warm me.
Suddenly a voice interrupted my reverie.
"Excuse me, Miss, may I talk to you for a moment?" a voice said a little nervously.
I opened my eyes to find two women standing in front of me. I was initially confused because neither looked like craftswomen or Mistresses and no slave would be so presumptuous as to address me directly. Then it dawned on me, the only explanation was that they were tourists. A little off from the usual tourist haunts to be fair. The one in front was dressed very much as I was and of a similar age while the one standing slightly behind was younger but dressed in the style of a young girl.
The elder one cleared her throat and spoke again, "I'm sorry if I'm being rude, Miss, but I'm not sure of the proper form. Please forgive me."
"You are visitors?" I enquired.
"Yes, Miss, here on holiday for 2 weeks. We only arrived yesterday."
"Then welcome to our city. I hope you are enjoying yourselves."
I started to work out the body language of the two women. The one in front was clearly in charge and the other, I had already begun to think of her as the 'slutty' one, was in some sort of submissive relationship.
"From what little we have seen we are thoroughly intrigued as well as captivated by your country and its traditions."
"Why don't you sit on the bench next to me and enjoy the sunshine. Feel free to ask me anything you like. May I introduce myself, I am Christine."
She sat nervously beside me while her companion stayed standing by her side. As a citizen of this country from birth I had always been taught that the tourists that visited us were vital to the wealth of our country. They were, while not our only source of income, then certainly our biggest by a large margin.
