Miranda sat listening to music feeling bored. She dare not invite so-called friends over, after what happened last time, so she had to content herself with playing with her two slaves. Feebie, a school friend from the past had joined her and pet-girl, after the party, so it hadn't been all bad.
The added responsibility of caring for her was easy enough, for she was a natural submissive. The two of them came into the lounge taking up their positions, at her feet, indicating they had completed the household chores. Miranda ignored them, trying to think of a game to play. Partly to keep them occupied, as well as a pleasant distraction for her.
"Slave-girl!" she said, to get Feebie's attention.
Slave-girl was squatting on the floor at her feet wearing the chains of a Sirik. Most of her other outfits followed a harem slave-girl theme, as that was her favourite fantasy. She straightened up, pushing out her large breasts and opened her knees wider, to show off her sex to her mistress.
"Go get changed into your new outfit, and hurry back," Miranda ordered. She knew the girl wouldn't like this, and it was the main reason she bought it. The visit to a friend's sex shop yesterday had been one of their special days out.
Miranda stroked her puppy-girl to keep it happy. Puppy-girl had settled down to accept the slave-girl at last, though she still had to make sure it had plenty of attention. They both accepted their place at her feet and competed against each other when pleasuring their mistress, of which, Miranda took full advantage.
"Time to teach the slave-girl some new tricks, puppy-girl. Don't fret, you're still my favourite slave," Miranda cooed. "Who's a sweet, lovely little puppy-girl then?" She asked, while stroking her breasts.
"Puppy-girl is, mistress," Geraldine yapped, in her usual little puppy voice.
It was still amusing seeing this older woman submitting so completely. She was once a wealthy socialite used to entertaining important personages of the community, in this very house. Recently the house had been turned over to Miranda by Geraldine, her puppy-girl, together with all her wealth.
The once important woman was now her sex toy, ready to do anything Miranda wanted. In a way this was disappointing. That was another reason she wanted to re-train Feebie. She needed a challenge and something to do with the empty days of ease.
Feebie came into the lounge looking self-conscious, in a French maid's outfit. Miranda smiled at her. How could she be looking so awkward wearing clothes? It was probably after becoming used to wearing next to nothing all day, as well as it not being her particular fantasy attire.
Miranda wondered how the girl would take to being re-trained. She remembered the girl was clever, a bit of a swot back in school, and should have finished her degree with honours. It was that bully, Judy, who ruined her chances. Instead of completing her own course work she had spent too much time on Judy's essays and other assignments.
"What do you think of the new outfit, slave-girl?" Miranda asked.
"It's, err, interesting, mistress," Feebie answered.
"I want you to speak with a French accent. You can do that can't you?" Miranda asked.
"Oui, mistress," Feebie answered, trying out an exaggerated accent.
"That's very good, maid. Curtsy when your mistress speaks to you," Miranda encouraged.
"Oui, mistress," Feebie answered, this time with an elaborate curtsy. She lifted the hem of the short black dress with both hands, dipped her head, and bent both knees, with one leg behind the other.
"Don't worry. You'll still be my slave-girl. I just want you to be more flexible. Fetch me a drink, maid," Miranda imperiously ordered.
"Oui, mistress," Feebie answered, with a steadier curtsy.
With a drink in her hand Miranda looked her maid over. "Let's have a look at the outfit. You look lovely in it, maid. Lift the hem up, higher," Miranda told her.
Her full figure filled out the dress, leaving her looking voluptuous. Her breasts spilled out over the scooped top. Her legs looked longer in high heels and stockings, held up by suspender straps. The black contrasted well with the white fleshy thighs. Miranda wanted to caress them but resisted. The full white panties were pulled up tight over her sex.
Geraldine nudged Miranda with her nose, indicating she wanted attention. "That's enough, puppy-girl. Your turn will come. Does puppy-girl want to wear paws?" Seeing the woman's indecision, she added. "Not now you don't, mistress wants puppy-girl to play with her soon," Miranda told the woman.
"Thank you mistress, puppy-girl loves playing with her mistress," Geraldine eagerly responded.
Geraldine settled down at her mistress's feet to lick them. Automatically Miranda put a hand on her head to stroke it. "Mmmm, that's nice, puppy-girl," she said, in the usual condescending tone. Both had settled into a routine, knowing each others needs.
"Stand with your feet apart and knees together, like a gangly girl, I know you can do it," Miranda told her maid. "Put a finger between your teeth, now giggle. No! Like Genie in class, you remember her? The stupid girl, sat next to Jane. That's it!" Miranda laughed. "Swivel your hips and practise it," she ordered.
"You can work your way up my thighs now, puppy-girl," she sighed.
"Keep going till I tell you to stop, you too maid," Miranda laughed.
Feebie felt so belittled she wanted to cry. She should be getting ready for the Business Studies second year exams. Instead, she was here, dressed as a humble maid. Practising the role of stupid bimbo made it worse still.
It was her own fault, for she had indulged too often in a favourite fantasy game, over the last few weeks. It had become so well ingrained it was difficult to say no to the one time school friend. Miranda had treated her like a slave-girl so effectively she now thought of Miranda as her mistress, and couldn't escape from behaving like her personal slave.
Even without wearing chains she deferred to Miranda completely. Dressing up as a French maid had never been included in her fantasies, yet because her mistress was pleased with her, she tried hard to get it right. She just couldn't help herself from obeying the girl. Especially with that important woman pandering to her every word, how could she demure, with such a powerful example leading her on.
Feebie stood in a cute little girl stance, swinging her hips. She raised a finger to her lips, and pouted, with an endearing look through long eyelashes. She giggled while looking vacant, as though a thought had become mislaid in a tiny mind. Repeating the action over and over again brought an awful perfection to the movement.
She imagined how it would be to think like a dizzy blonde bimbo, a mindless creature used to obeying and not thinking for its self. She looked at puppy-girl, knowing this was a good role model to follow. She could feel her thoughts receding into a muzzy fog as the role was perfected.
Puppy-girl was licking her thighs nudging her pussy with her nose, obviously wanting to progress, though Miranda kept her back. "No! Not yet, puppy-girl, be good," Miranda warned her.
She no longer had to raise her hand, to the pet, for she had learnt to obey so well. It had been fun though, spanking an older woman, who had been so self-important and wealthy. The look of humiliation on the woman's face had been amusing and very satisfying.
Geraldine whined like a naughty little puppy not getting its own way. As a puppy-girl the woman took her example from a pet dog, Suzie, she owned last year. Like most of her behaviour during the last six months, she modelled herself on the pet bitch. She identified with it closely, after being on a leash, petted, playing fetch, sleeping in a cage, and being groomed by her mistress.
Geraldine had nothing. Not the house, money or the smallest of possessions. If she was dressed to go out, or wearing a puppy outfit with a tail, it had all been bought by her mistress. Like the pet Suzie, she too was a pet, owned by her mistress. With no decision making and nothing to worry about, pet-girl had ceased to think about anything at all, except pleasuring her mistress.
A dim memory of someone talking about a slave sale, kept her on her toes. The idea of the mistress becoming bored enough to sell her on to a stranger, was frightening. If she had misbehaved during the day, Geraldine would wake up in the middle of the night sweating.
She imagined standing naked in front of strangers, being auctioned off to the highest bidder, as insignificant as any other possession in the house. Before the final price was declared, and the hammer fell, she awoke trembling. Trembling with arousal had been surprising at first, but she became used to it. She would lie quietly playing with her sex, until falling back to sleep.
"Fetch another beer, maid," Miranda smiled at her slave-girl. Crooking a finger at her meant for the empty bottle to be removed. Slave-girl quickly snatched it up from the table, only to drop it on her mistress's knee.
"You clumsy idiot! Stand still," Miranda ordered harshly. The girl had been hoping from foot to foot in anguish from what she had done. Puppy-girl was alternately, licking mistress's knee, and barking threateningly at Feebie.
"Calm down, puppy-girl," Miranda told her, and eventually had to push her away with a shove of her foot. "Stay!" she added.
"Here, maid," Miranda demanded, patting her lap.
Feebie went to sit on mistress's lap, misunderstanding the order, though Miranda put her right, by grabbing a fist full of hair. "This will hurt, but not as much as my knee, you careless idiot, slave-girl," Miranda spoke, with a hard edge to her voice. "Count, slave-girl, and thank your mistress for correcting you," she said, with a smack to girl's fleshy bottom.
"One! Thank you, mistress," Feebie cried out.
Miranda pulled the girl's panties down and slapped her bottom again. It hurt her hand, so she decided to get a paddle for next time. She had spanked the woman, in the beginning of her training, but hadn't needed to for a long time, so this would teach them both to behave.
