I thought of all the smart-ass responses to that one. I could see Emily giving her pretend-vacant smile and saying with her head cocked to the side: "We get ridden a lot. Is that the same thing?" But I held my tongue -- no sense in inviting more tears now.
"Ride? You mean ride naked? That doesn't sound like fun." I wondered if this LaFontaine House provided the kind of leisure time a girl would need to go riding. Sophie gave a little girl frown at my answer and we moved on.
Two of the stable hands were casually looking us over. One of the perks of their job was that from time to time two nude sluts holding hands would show up to watch them work. But we were safe. They knew better than to do more than look and crack a few quiet jokes. I was sure their eyes were focused on her. They'd seen me plenty of times before. And she did have those tits!
"Oh. I just thought. You know. Cause I rode a lot as a girl. My mother wanted me to. Said it would build the muscles I needed in my legs and in my core. You know for ...."
Now I laughed with her. "Yeah. I know. She wanted this for you then? Knew what you needed?"
Sophie smiled and nodded. "My Mom was great!"
I took her back to the house and introduced her to the girls. Some of their eyes got big too when they saw her body. But I made it quick, and avoided Martha and her unshaven cunt. I got Sophie settled into her little room for a nap. "Master's going to let you eat your dinner alone up her tonight. Keep you from the distraction of the other kitty-kats you just met. Then I'll come up around 6 or so and you can tell me that story. OK?" She nodded as she pulled the covers up over her nude body. Suddenly I could see she really did need sleep. "Six or so. Because I have to get it all written up before I can get to bed. And I've got my own training tomorrow." But she was already sleeping.
The girls were full of questions about her at dinner, as I knew they would be. But I had very few answers. Other than telling that she was a Sophie, that she had come from a house named 'LaFontaine' (which drew blank looks from them all), that her former Master had been called 'Mr.', that she had been through some sort of ordeal involving "his memory", and that Master had had me shave and fuck her there was nothing I could say. I certainly was not going to tell them about Master Joshua's blowjob and the cleaning -- that was master business, not mine.
"So. Master Mr. Master -- he didn't have her pussy shaved?" That was my good friend Emily. Once she said it he would forever be known in our house as 'Master Mr. Master', that is so long as Sophie and our own masters were not around.
"Nope."
"Must be a funny place. Low standards." She giggled and went on "Plus I don't know about her -- has big tits for Rogonfeldt." Emily looked around the table, batted her eyes and said innocently "Sorry Rainee." Rainee was the only other Rogonfeldt girl with large breasts, or at least she was until Rafa joined us recently. And now Sophie had them too -- maybe the whole character of the house and its girls was changing?
Rainee snorted and laughed at the same time. "Hell I'm offended by her not by you. Her tits are bigger than mine." She continued laughing and said "Least slut Sophie looks like a woman. Hell with all ya'll some days I have to check for a cunt to make sure you're not teenaged boys" We sniggered appreciatively at her dirty joke. "And you see her ass? Pure Rogonfeldt ass. Master John knew what he was about getting her." A few of us nodded. "But I've got 2nd place tits now, not even counting Rafa! I wish he'd left her little coochee bearded, then Martha would be pissed too."
Martha joined in "Damn! You plotting against me Rainee? A slut's really gotta watch her back with girls like you around." This got a real laugh. The two of them had been casual but consistent lovers (with John's approval) for the last year of their training.
We all knew that Martha was about to be sold. In fact Martha, Emily and Juliette had been at auction a week earlier. All had demanded outstanding prices -- even by the high standards of Rogonfeldt. The $2.5 million for Emily set a house record we were all proud of, and Juliette's price was just under $2 million. For Martha the bidding had continued beyond the day of auction among 3 potential buyers. She alone was still unsure where she'd end up, but it looked like her price too was going to be well over the 2 range. All 3 girls would likely be gone from Rogonfeldt in the next few weeks. Which was sad.
I turned to Martha, "Tomorrow still the big day?"
"Maybe. Master told me tomorrow or Wednesday should be the decision."
"Still the Frenchman?"
"Master says it's between him and a master from Brazil. Both are new at it, new money I guess, so it's an opportunity for me to be first slut in the door."
I said "Both are also handsome and rich and, from what I saw, not too rough on girls. You're going to be so happy."
"Lucky! No wives!" That was from Juliette. "Emily and I got masters with wives, kids and full stables of sluts. Should be a blast. I'm back at square-one slutwise." I knew she meant it to be funny but it made us nervous -- the thought of a slut complaining in advance about her new master. Emily pouted to be included in the complaint through no fault of her own.
Renee turned the conversation back to Sophie. She asked "How's she fuck?"
Me: "I hate to tell you but: great." That got some 'oohs' from the girls -- who were probably imagining what I had already imagined all afternoon, making love to the new slut.
Emily said "Let's see how she does in a blowjob trial with those little lips." We snickered and then Emily said "Oh. I am such a bitch!" But she was a funny bitch and a loving girl who I adored.
We went on like that for a while. But when the clock on the wall said 5:50 P.M. I was off like a rocket. I figured that was close enough to my 6 P.M. date time.
I'd been so sad for the last 2 weeks. Emily, my number one friend at Rogonfeldt, was leaving for a new Master in India. I loved Martha too and, as stated, she'd be leaving soon for parts unknown. In addition we were losing Juliette (to a Canadian financier) and Wendy was already gone. Wendy had made a fool of herself at her branding (which I hope to tell you about at some point) and had been sold off quick right afterwards (for a bargain price!) to a mining magnate from South Africa. The masters had needed at least 4 new girls and grumbled constantly about the poor quality pussy that had presented so far. Of course Master John created a sensation with his first selection -- Rafa, the girl who flunked the blowjob trial she'd been in with me and Wendy. But that created its own stress as Rafa was now in hospital for an operation on a malformed trachea. This apparently had been the source of her problem handling Baby on the night of the trial.
But despite all the bitching from us girls, things were starting to look better. We did after all have Rafa -- and she was an extraordinary slut by any standard, at least so long as we could trust the doctors to fix her medical issues. And now somehow we'd ended up with Sophie, about whom I was, let's just say, more than eager to learn more. So it was with some good feelings that I went off to visit her.
I found her sitting primly on the side of her bed, her dinner over and cleared.
"Welcome again, new girl!"
"Thank you.....Chloe? Right?"
I nodded and asked if her meal and bed were OK. Trying to keep things neutral before we went into whatever story had been deemed so unusual by Master John.
Sophie interrupted my thoughts: "I was wondering over dinner, I mean I know we have work to do but it would just take a minute and I ...."
"What on earth Sophie? What only takes a minute?"
She pulled herself together and looked me in the eye.
"I saw your brand. You bent over near the stable to pick that flower for me. It is soooooo pretty! Oh, I mean the brand -- well the flower too but I meant the brand." We shared a laugh at that. "And I was wondering if, if its ok with the Masters, and with you too I mean, if I really could look at it, you know, more closely."
I laughed and shifted myself in front of her, turned my back and bent over for her. "Of course honey! I'd love to have you look. Just got it 2 weeks ago!" I was so proud of it then, and so happy she liked it.
