I decided to change my mind and continue with Cyn's life.
Lady Cynthia Harmison was a fairly satisfied lady. She hoped that she had met the new man in her life. He had stayed at her home but they were about to spend time at his house. Cyn was still not sure if Julian was the one but the signs were very good so far and she was hopeful.
Julian was doubtful as to his feelings about Cyn's need to have sex with all and sundry but they had talked about it at length without reaching a mutual agreement.
Cyn gave a lot of thought to Julian's concern and could understand why. He was her master and could have forbidden her. Unlike Richard, her previous master, Julian wasn't as strict and really wanted Cyn to be happy under his control. She was seriously considering abstaining from sex without his permission. Probably if she feels that if Julian is the man in her life and they care enough about each other to marry she would refrain from casual sex with others.
Jones, her lady in waiting, entered Cyn's bedroom and and asked her boss if she was ready for her bath. "Yes, Jones, I am. Have you seen my master this morning?"
"Yes, your Ladyship, he asked me to remind you that you and he are going to his place and to be ready, dressed, in an hour. So let us get you bathed and dressed, I can see you've had breakfast so get up, you don't have much time."
An hour later, Cyn and Jones, entered her drawing room where Julian waited for them. Jones always goes where Cyn goes, that is a given.
Cyn was dressed in a tweed skirt and a white blouse and a pair of brogues. Cyn placed her hands behind her back bent her head waiting for Julian to address her. She had been trained to be subservient by Richard and Julian and she was happy with that.
"Good morning, slut, I'm pleased you are on time and ready to go, show me that you have no underwear on then we'll go."
Cyn lifted her blouse to reveal her naked tits and then her skirt to show she wasn't wearing knickers, Sarah Jones was dressed the same but Julian didn't know that or for that matter he didn't want to know that.
They all three walked outside to the car for the journey to Julian's home. Julian was Sir Julian Fellows, a very rich man whose estate was huge. He was big in the City, a financial guru, who traded in billions of pounds sterling. He was a year younger than Cyn, a very good looking man, six foot two inches tall, well built and very fit.
As the car moved to go to Julian's house he suddenly told her that at the end of the week that they would be going to a barbeque at the Somertons. Cyn was not phased by that,5 She was being paraded like a sex toy, an object, to the world, at least in her world.
Wearing clothes while travelling was the norm but at home, anyone's home, she preferred nudity. Julian was agreeable to that. Many men had seen Cyn since her submissive lifestyle began and many men envied Julian. She continued working with Mike twice a week and had learned the business very well, being fucked every time she worked. In spite of her nudity outdoors her skin was as white as alabaster, her tits rode high on her chest and her bald pubic area was as beautiful as ever. Her slit was very pronounced and long, looking at her face on with her legs closed her slit measured nearly two inches a sight that drew the eyes of all who saw her, male and female.
"Will there be many of my friends there? she asked.
"At the BBQ? I don't know, I never moved in your immediate circle before so I cannot answer that but they have the same lifestyle."
They drove in silence the rest of the way, Julian put his hand up Cyn's skirt and fondled her vagina, Cyn accommodated him by opening her legs. At times like that she felt at peace, Julian wasn't trying to work her up just playing with his possession. She loved being dominated, it gave her happiness in the knowledge that she was wanted as well as possessed, Jones, who sat opposite averted her eyes, she had seen it all before but even so her vagina was getting wet.
As they approached his house, inside the grounds, he placed a collar around her neck, it was made of gold and she could remove it easily if she wanted. "that is all you will wear when you are in my house but if you wish you can remove it."
"Oh no Master, if I may I would wear it all the time and never take it off, ever" Cyn blurted out.
Julian smiled a contented smile and stuck his finger into her vagina and then put it into Cyn's mouth. "That will be lovely, slut," he said.
That evening at dinner Julian and Cyn dined alone, Jones had gone to the servants quarters. Jones and Cyn had made love before dinner as they freshened up. Jones and Cyn were lovers of long standing and when alone in Cyn's rooms never wore clothes. They enjoyed scissoring each other, cunt to cunt, even when relaxing.
The staff at Julian's house wore very scanty clothes unlike at her house. The maids who served them their dinner wore very short skirts, minus knickers, and transparent tops showing clearly their naked tits.
"Do all your staff dress so sexily?" she asked Julian.
"No," he replied, "tonight they are wearing more than usual as is the custom in this part of the county but as a courtesy to you they have been instructed to be more modest."
"Oh, Master, please don't alter things just for me, my lady in waiting, Jones, is always nude in my rooms. Tell them to dress as if I wasn't here."
Julian was pleased with her comment and told his butler, Brotherwick, to tell the staff what Cyn had said. Brotherwick smiled and bowed his head saying, "Of course, your lordship, it will be a pleasure. then looking at the naked Lady Cynthia Harmison, he said, "Thank you your ladyship," and he smiled benevolently in his gratitude.
After dinner, Julian had a glass of port and a cigar while Cyn went to the drawing-room for coffee. The maid who brought her coffee was naked, the staff were back to normal.
Julian joined her later for coffee. He was dressed in a dinner jacket, white tie and gray trousers as was usual for him. "Why are you so dressed up, Master?"
