Chapter 6
A slave-girl joins the fun
Six months later the divorce papers had been signed with the settlement agreed without the need for expensive lawyers. Miranda agreed with her mother for Geraldine to keep the house and her inheritance, which was a substantial amount.
Geraldine, the important wealthy woman, was unable to make any contribution to the procedures except to sign papers. So submissive and dependent on her mistress she simply signed, whatever was presented, without reading the documents or objecting.
Miranda's mother had a wealthy man, with a high powered job, to look after her so she was happy too. The house was signed over to Miranda together with the bank accounts and investments. Everything was taken care of without a fuss. Everyone was pleased with the outcome of the plan, even Geraldine.
Her mother had a man with a good salary and a powerful sex drive. He was happy with a feminine woman who responded to him with affection. Sometimes it overflowed in a local park or in the car or anywhere they could escape a stuffy function. Miranda laughed at her mother that the pair of them was at it all the time and her mother enjoyed the jibe.
Geraldine no longer attended functions or meetings having signed resignation letters. She did get out of the house with visits to a pet store, a sex store, and suitable clubs. She enjoyed all of these, even enjoying being shown off in the clubs, but on the whole, she preferred to be at home with her mistress.
Miranda wasn't exactly set for life but she was used to being careful with money, as she and her mother had never had any. She wanted to show off her new home to friends though it didn't work out so well.
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When throwing a party for school friends, showing off her new home, it ended up in a disaster. They were fellow eighteen-year-olds, yet with responsibility Miranda had developed some sort of maturity. She was responsible for the house, careful with money, and cared for her pet.
Geraldine was dressed as a naughty French maid serving food and drinks to Miranda's young friends. The humble position, in what had once been her home, was obviously giving the woman a thrill.
It was humiliating serving these young raucous kids, from the wrong side of the tracks, being treated like a humble maid by them. The shame was arousing her, or so Miranda assumed.
What she had missed was the guys taking advantage of her pet. Once one of them had patted the maid's bottom and gotten away with it, the others joined in, becoming bolder with every stroke of her body. She stood behind her mistress waiting for instructions, while a young student from the university, fingered her.
In this very room she had entertained local dignitaries, though now, she was the entertainment, or at least her body was. As an obedient pet-girl, Geraldine couldn't resist them, she just couldn't say no to her mistress's guests. She had tried to complain to her mistress but had been summarily dismissed, as a show of power by Miranda before her friends.
Geraldine had been an important woman in the community. She had even been on an influential committee at the university, which the two guys with her, attended. Yet here, in her kitchen, she was stretched over the kitchen table, with the little dress up around her waist, exposing her bare ass.
Geraldine knew her mistress was enjoying the attention of her friends and had forgotten all about her. It was dreadful knowing what was about to happen and that she had become so compliant, it was impossible to resist them. She had mumbled complaints but they had brushed them aside, as though she were the hired help, and available for their brutish entertainment.
The two guys were either end of her. One was standing between her legs, ready to fuck her, while the other was holding her head, ready to fuck her mouth.
Miranda was enjoying the attention from a little group sitting around her as she explained an aunt had left a substantial amount in her will.
She could feel an atmosphere, a tension common in a classroom, sensing something was wrong. A couple of glances toward the kitchen, by the guys, told her where the wrongness was. She hadn't seen her pet for a little while and two of the guests were missing. She stood up and marched across the lounge down the corridor and kicked open the kitchen door.
"What the hell is going on here?" Miranda demanded. "Get out you fucking bastards," she yelled at them furiously. The two guys were bigger than Miranda but slunk off at the double, seeming to shrink under the onslaught of anger and vitriol.
"Where are you're knickers!" Miranda demanded, in a voice hardly less angry.
"I don't know mistress, sorry mistress," Geraldine answered, in a little quavering voice.
"Get to your room, now!" she growled. Her voice had hardly been raised above the usual volume, yet the strength and rage had shocked everyone into silence. The girl they had known at school had always been demanding, though not a bully. They nevertheless knew when they were in the wrong, and she was behaving like a parent, so they made a hasty exit.
Miranda marched back into the lounge ready to tear a strip off the so called friends. They had disappeared. They had eaten and drunk their fill, had a bit of fun, all at her expense, leaving the debris of a party behind them.
She hadn't noticed the abuse of her home, as it was gradually being trashed. A beer stain on the carpet, a cushion ripped, empty glasses and beer bottles left anyhow, though now it came home to her in stark clarity. Her eyes alighted on the mantle piece, set above an ornate marble fire place. Everything had been stolen! Even her pet's butt plug key was gone!
The ornaments had been antique, worth something, but she was too ignorant to assess how much. Fortunately her pet wasn't wearing the special butt plug, so a rather dire situation had been avoided.
In resignation she walked down the corridor to her pet's room. Geraldine was curled up naked in her cage, looking sorry for herself.
"Where has everyone gone?" a plucky voice chirruped, from behind her.
Miranda turned on the young girl standing behind her. "Out of here," Miranda fumed. Concerned and protective of her pet, from prying eyes, that would be critical and spread rumours, she tried to block the girls view.
Led by a firm grip on an elbow, the girl stammered out an explanation. "Sorry, I didn't know everyone had gone I was in the bathroom. What happened? Why is your maid in a cage?" Feebie asked, innocently.
"Oh! No! Just look at the place. Do you want me to help clear up, I'm so sorry, I didn't have a drink, it's awful," she apologised, while standing in the centre of the lounge.
The girls concern mollified Miranda but she was still worried what might be revealed about the secret relationship. What would people think if this girl put it around she kept a woman in a cage? It would be discovered she had once owned the place and all this would unravel, maybe ending up in court.
"Do you really want to help?" Miranda asked. Her tone was neutral and careful, trying to remember what the girl had been like in class.
