Haley returned from yoga class with a tall coffee. Her Slave Trainee, Darla, sat on a cushion in front of the fireplace. After breakfast, Darla's prescribed routine was to meditate and recite the 5 sex slave general orders.
Sitting on the balcony adjacent her office Haley pondered her sex slave's first two weeks. The positives, Darla did everything well. She learned how to please a woman very quickly. She was not daunted by punishments or sex acts. Although Darla had not yet experienced Haley's kinkier interests.
The negatives, Darla wasn't sincerely enjoying sex with Haley. She did not appear to dislike it, but clearly her participation was under duress. Haley would give her more time to enjoy lesbian sex. Herself, Haley knew she could never enjoy sex with a man.
What Haley did not have patience for was Darla's speaking out of turn. Although Darla was trying to help, she was violating a general order. Darla must improve quickly, or Haley would be forced to turn on the obedience disorder stabilizer mesh implanted in her brain.
"What are your general orders,"
Slave Trainee?" Haley asked, walking towards Darla.
"Mistress, a sex slaves general orders are:
1- Submit to and accept my Mistress' complete authority over me.
2- Accept all training and punishment administered to become proficient in your service.
3- Acknowledge all orders given. Otherwise speak only when told to do so.
4- Orgasms are a privilege only to be had with permission from my Mistress.
5- Perform prescribed exercise to be mentally and physically fit for my Mistress.
Those are a sex slaves general orders, Mistress."
"Slave Trainee," Haley commended. "Do try to honor all 5 today."
"Yes Mistress," Darla acknowledged.
"I need to shower before my appointment," Haley informed her. "You're going to wash and shave me."
Darla did relish the thought of seeing Haley completely naked. It had surprised her how she found Haley's fitness level to be very sexy. But that didn't mean she relished having sex with her.
Haley grinned as she watched Darla strip off her slave uniform and hurry to the bathroom. Haley has come to see her peach shaped butt as her sexiest asset. Although a big reason why she bought Darla was her slightly above average areola.
When they entered the shower, Haley soaked in the hot water. She smiled as Darla ogled while lathering with a washcloth.
"What do you like about what you see?" Haley asked shyly.
"Mistress," Darla spoke quickly. "Your muscles, they are sexy. Especially your ripped abdomen. You are strong, and beautiful."
"Make sure you wash each muscle, thoroughly," Haley whispered.
First, Darla made Haley's entire frontside soapy. Then she scrubbed and massaged each muscle thoroughly. Her arms were hard, yet feminine. She couldn't get enough of her abs. Tracing each before seemingly polishing them clean. Her pussy and inner thighs were washed without the same enthusiasm.
After allowing Darla more than enough time on her front, Haley offered Darla her back side. Darla diligently washed her neck and shoulders. Haley flexed, spreading her back muscles wide, her lower back skin grew taught against hard muscle.
Darla lathered Haley's backside, methodically working down to her lower back. When she reached her ass, Haley responded by spreading her legs to give her full access. Obediently she washed up and down her ass crack, working industriously versus sensually. While rubbing up and down the length of her thighs and calves, she dropped the washcloth. She finished using just her soapy hands, admiring their shape and strength.
"You are doing well, Slave Trainee," Haley praised Darla, turning around. "Keep it up and I may just reward you. But now, my breasts need some more work.
Darla returned to her nipples, washing them teasingly. As they hardened and grew, she washed her strong breasts, squeezing gently.
Grabbing the shower head wand, Haley rinsed off her breasts. "There," Haley spoke softly. "Now show me how you suck your Mistress' nipples."
Darla hungrily pulled one into her mouth. Sucking her tits, she didn't mind compared to eating her pussy. She made out with each nipple as if she were kissing someone.
"No, no," Haley objected. "Like this."
Cupping Darla's breasts into her hands, they were a bit bigger than a handful, Haley brought one of those prized areola into her mouth. Her tongue dancing along the outer edge, tracing circles around one areola and then the other.
