It had been an odd couple of days for Linda. Blissful, orgasmic, intensely satisfying, to be sure. She hadn't left the Penthouse in 48 hours, and she had no particular desire to leave anytime soon. She'd had more sex, more fulfilling sex and more sexual partners than in any other period of her entire life. And she certainly had no regrets. But no matter how satisfying it had all been, there was no getting around how very strange it all was. Take, for example, how many teenagers there were around here. The Mistress certainly liked them young. And there was the fact she still hadn't met The Mistress yet. Kelly and Heidi kept promising that introductions were forthcoming, and those two seemed to be running the show, but something always seemed to come up.
Linda was sitting on a couch, looking out a window taking in the view of the skyline as she reflected on the last two days. She wasn't the least bit worried; Mistress knew best, after all. Of that she was sure. But she longed for the opportunity to show Mistress her devotion. The mere thought of it made her all wet all over again. So wrapped up she was in the view and her arousal, she didn't notice Emma enter the room until she dropped next to Linda on the couch.
"How are you?" Emma asked, a knowing smile on her face.
Linda smiled back, "Wonderful!"
"It is wonderful, isn't it," Emma's fingernails stroked lightly on the back of Linda's neck.
"You aren't wearing your wedding ring?"
Emma nodded, "My ex-husband and I divorced about a year ago."
"Did Mistress make you leave him?" Linda had a few guys she dated off and on and on some level, she still desired them. But if Mistress told her no more men, she'd have no choice but to comply.
"Oh no, not at all. I'd been divorced 7 months before Mistress found me. If anything, Mistress helped me get over it."
"So She brought you here?" Linda asked.
"Not exactly. Mistress found Kelly first; in fact, Kelly was the first ever to be found. She's Mistress' favorite, you know," Emma said with motherly pride. "Kelly brought Heidi to Mistress, then Heidi brought me."
Linda nodded. Emma continued, "The girls have brought in just about all of their friends, and a few of the friend's mothers, if Mistress likes them. And I've, of course, brought in some of my friends, like Abby. I think you've met Abby."
Linda had indeed met Abby, the beautiful black woman she'd seen when she'd first arrived at the Penthouse. She shivered with joy as she recalled their "formal" introduction.
"You know you have to bring in what ever friends of yours Mistress may want?" Emma asked.
"Of course, I'd be happy to, if I ever get a chance to meet Her," Linda said. "Who is Mistress?"
Emma looked confused, "Mistress is ... Mistress."
The reply was eminently reasonable, Linda knew, even if it was a little mysterious. It was time to change the subject, "So why did you and your husband get divorced?"
"Well, we'd been having problems for a while," Emma shrugged, "money, that sort of stuff. He worked for the Army, in one of their R&D labs. I wanted him to go into the private sector, and he'd get 3 or 4 offers a year from defense contractors, but he never took them. We always were having trouble making ends meet, and these companies would offer him huge salaries because, to be fair, he was really talented. But he wanted to stay with the Army. I thought he was being selfish and needed to start thinking about Kelly and me.
"So there was all of that," Emma dropped her voice. "And as it turned out, I didn't like some of his ideas on how to raise Kelly."
"I don't understand," Linda said. Emma started to reply, but cut herself off when another woman entered the room.
"We're about to start the ceremony," she announced.
Linda stood up, and looked around.
"What is it?" Emma asked.
Linda made hand gestures around her face, "I'm looking for a mirror. I wanted to freshen up a bit."
"Mistress doesn't like mirrors," Emma said matter of factly.
The two followed the woman. In her short time in the Penthouse, Linda had picked up some of the vernacular: A "party" was a gathering of Mistress' thralls. Each woman at a party was expected to have sex with as many other women as possible for Mistress' entertainment and glorification. If Mistress was pleased, she'd invite one or some of Her slaves to entertain her personally. A "ceremony" was performed for the purpose of preparing women for future parties. Parties were thrown whenever it pleased Mistress, but a party always followed a ceremony. As far as she knew, Linda was the only woman enthralled to Mistress without benefit of a ceremony. Maybe that's why Mistress had refused to meet with her?
All Linda knew about tonight's ceremony was that it involved two new women, that they were guests at the hotel, and they'd somehow caught Mistress' eye. Linda accepted that this was more than she needed to know; Mistress was under no obligation to explain anything to her.
