Saturday. It's a day to meet friends. Something funny happened recently, Laura came to visit after we hadn't seen each other for a few weeks. We discussed multiple topics, and without realizing it she ended up talking about Zygmunt Bauman and how liquid modernity seemed a simplified model of seeing life. She's a sociologist, she likes those sorts of things.
Meanwhile I spent more time looking at her shapely legs, which began in a short black skirt, and ended in sandals of the same color, at the V that framed her chest under that white shirt, at the movement of her hands with violet nails, at the ring on her ring finger, and at lips painted soft pink.
Until I saw her get up.
"I'm very happy to have seen you, but I have to leave now, today is a friends day." She excused herself.
"Mmn, Saturday is for friends, no problem, do I know them? If so, give them my regards."
"Of course! You know all my friends, they are Victoria, Paula and Karen; my friends from college." I always investigate the affective bonds of my slaves in depth, the fun can be extended as much as desired.
"Let me think, ehm, Ah, yes! Karen is the car saleswoman, Victoria is the hot redhead and Paula, ehm..."
"Paula is the black-haired owner of a clothing store, you cannot have forgotten her, she's very funny."
"Yeah! The freckled wife. I remember her funny face against my dick, that girl loves the cock, just like all your other bitch friends."
"WHAT!? We may be friends, but that does not justi..."
"Big Ass Slut tell me. What are your friends, Laura?"
"My friends are whores in heat, ready to fuck the master, anytime and anywhere ..." I was glad to hear that. It brings so much peace to hear a 'friend' be honest.
"What are you, Laura?"
"I am a slave, a submissive hooker for the master, to obey is my destiny and pleasure."
"What differentiates you from them?"
"We are all cunts, throbbing and wet, constantly ready to fuck, but I am the dirtiest bitch amongst my bitch friends."
"Your arguments surprise me Laura, please clarify my understanding. If your friends are holes to fuck, bitch, is it wrong for me to exercise my right to fill them with my burning cum?"
"The voice of the master is Law. Laura is just an imbecilic bitch, incapable of having free will. My friends are whores to be filled ..." she licked her lips, "... with the master's cum ..."
"Curious, what do you feel right now, bitch?"
"... I feel very hot, I am very excited, horny ... so horny! ... I want to lower the pants of the master and suck his cock until I feel the flow of cum down my throat ... fuck ... I am desperate for a hard fucking!!..."
"Since I'm going to visit your friends and we can't have fun right now," I circled around the wet and desperately horny Laura, "you can distract yourself by cleaning the house. When finished, you will undress, not forgetting to put your panties in your mouth—I want you to taste what you feel for me—then turn on the laptop and look in your folder 'Friends of Laura'. You will masturbate to each video, mixing them in your mind. When you finish, you will cum squirting with desire and then repeat the list, until I return."
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Karen, Paula and Victoria, what lovely girls. I'm in heaven having instructed Laura that I should get to know all her friends personally. She would bring them over to my place or we would meet in her apartment, when Rocío was not there, so it was just the three of us. To facilitate my hypnotizing them, we would talk about banal things, maybe some politics, and like a dynamic duo, Laura and I would conspire to bring the discussion around to hypnosis.
Obviously under different names though, to avoid suspicion. With Karen it was "relaxation therapy", like Laura, for Victoria a "magic trick", and with Paula a "spiritualism session". Just something good friends do.
My favorite is Victoria, she has a spectacular boob job and moans like a goddess. Each session I recorded with a hidden camera, Laura does not know the password of my computer, but Slave Laura does. I take money from Laura's bag and take the bus to Paula's house. Her husband is gone on business, so the four were free to meet there. It took half an hour to get there. A ring of the doorbell and the door was opened by a blonde with short hair.
She was wearing a round, dark blue hat with a red ribbon, which she combined with her jacket and pants. Karen, she likes red high heels very much. Every time I see her she has on a different pair, not only in style, but in color. She seems to play with it, they are always red, but never the same red. She looks at me with her navy blue eyes and her resplendent skin, free of make-up, as if she wanted to rub it in the others' faces that she is the youngest of the four.
"Hi, long time, no see. We were waiting for Laura ..."
"Hello Karen, I also missed seeing such a charismatic blonde as yourself. Laura is coming later, she said that I could accompany her, on your Friends' Saturday."
"Well ... Saturday is for g-i-r-l-s ..." She said, forcing a smile.
"I don't understand what you're trying to tell me, will you let me pass?"
"Uff ... I tried to make it clear, without sounding hostile, Saturday is for girl-friends, women, we want to have a day to rest from you self-centered men."
"Ah, I understand, pardon me, I'm a little slow with hints. I hope you understand that I am an exception, and you are going to let me pass, as if it were normal, because it is, that is what you wanted to do in the beginning."
I winked at her; her tense expression relaxed. It took about three seconds before she processed the order, and gave me a broad smile. "Sure, Paula and Victoria should be as anxious as I am to see you again."
Paula's house is big, giving me time to talk with Karen. She told me business was stagnant, but that they were going to bring over some new models of cars, which have been popular in Germany. I found out that she is currently dating a boy, but that is nothing serious, since both she and Victoria are the group's spinsters. All three think that Laura has a secret courtship with me, since we spend so much time together and Laura has no other close male friends, even though she has denied it time after time.
As we come to the living room, I take in the scene. There's an oval table with peanuts and a bottle of wine, surrounded by two big, curved sofas. Victoria and Paula are talking animatedly, sitting on the right sofa, so we sit on the left sofa and Karen serves me a glass of wine. I put the glass to my lips and prepared to take a sip.
"... Laura, you won't believe what 'the bitch' did ... Hey, what are you doing here?" Victoria looks over at me, shocked.
"Laura came by my place to accompany me, but then decided she couldn't come and preferred to stay and clean my apartment."
Outraged, Victoria stares at Paula, waiting for an answer. After all, it is her home. With a few constrained gestures, she takes a deep breath and prepares to give me a firm answer. I casually sipped the wine from my glass.
"I do not understand why Karen let him in in the first place; she's usually so brusque. We'll talk to Laura about this, but meanwhile Victoria will accompany him to the door, I'm sorry if you expected something different from this visit."
I left the glass of wine on the table, and the redhead accompanied me to the door. Down the hall, I stop and address Victoria.
"You know me, I thought you all liked me..."
"I don't mind, personally ..." She bit her lip, remembering wet dreams "... you are fun to be around, but you must learn to respect the space of girls; it's sacred."
