All characters are over 18 years old and this story is solely a figment of my imagination.
My language is Spanish, I apologize for any grammatical errors I may make when translating the stories into English).
On the Other Side of the Mirror 3 of 6
Gemma guides me through the corridors of her mansion, corridors that I have often walked through, to the great hall where she holds her parties.
Parties that even though Gemma and I have been lovers for more than four years, I have never attended, I don't like the kind of games that take place during the parties and the kind of people that attend them.
Gemma does not take me directly to the great hall, but to a small room where two dozen other slave girls with their faces covered with hoods of different colors and shapes, are waiting kneeling on the floor.
"You can take them into the parlor now;" Gemma orders handing my leash to a butler of sorts. "This kitty here cannot be taken out of the party without my permission;" Gemma instructs her, referring to me.
Nearly two hundred people are present at the party, who burst into applause as they see the butlers enter leading the hooded slave girls. I try to look around for someone who can help me, but before I can do so I notice hands grasping my waist.
"Attend to the butler while I fuck the pussy;" I hear someone say.
As someone begins to slowly fuck me, I watch as a slave girl pulls the butler's cock out of his pants and begins to suck it. The man who is fucking me doesn't have a very big cock, which together with the fact that he is doing it slowly and gently allows me to be enjoying myself a little bit after everything that has happened these days. Unfortunately, he cums too soon leaving me on the verge of orgasm.
The few moments when I'm not being fucked, I take the opportunity to inspect the room, discovering some familiar faces, but none that can help me out of this mess.
The three women who were with me in the cell are displayed on pedestals along with a dozen other girls, all of whom can be inspected by the guests waiting to be auctioned off in the next few days. Tracy is evidently getting the most attention from the guests, who don't want to miss the opportunity to play with a famous actress.
After two hours of partying and being used by eight guests, I notice large, rough fingers first marking the outline of my slave mark, then moving to my shoulders, marking with their fingers an old scar I have on my right side.
"Very interesting;" says a voice causing my whole body to shudder at the sound. "Very interesting;" he repeats as he notices my reaction.
The man who has been petting me snatches the leash from the butler and hurries over to where Gemma is standing.
"Good evening, Gemma;" greets the man in an angry tone, "Your butler tells me that you are not allowed to take this party slave away to play with her for a while."
"Good evening, Scott;" replies Gemma, "It is not forbidden to take her, the butler is ordered to ask my permission if anyone wants to take this slave girls;" she explains.
"Ok Gemma;" replies Scott lowering the tone of his voice, "I want to take her until Monday when I return to Europe;" he adds to Gemma's surprise.
"I will pay for her of course;" comments Scott, "I had thought about visiting Christine, she always knows how to find the right slave girl to suit my special tastes, but I completely forgot that I was already on vacation."
I watch Gemma's face and I know she is about to make the second mistake, a mistake caused by the person I least expected, but ultimately a mistake that will probably mean her downfall.
It doesn't happen very often, but there are slave girls who manage to escape from their owners, usually most of the time they forget about them and quickly replace them with another slave girl.
But sometimes, some owners too infatuated with that slave girl or simply for revenge, want to get her back, then they turn to you, Scott Drake, the best slave girl hunter in the world. When you deliver the escaped slave girl to her owner, after spending a couple of weeks in your hands, she never has any intention of escaping again.
You are also hired by some clients to tame overly rebellious slave girls, I have hired you myself on a couple of occasions, and just like with runaway slave girls, by the time you finish the training period, the rebellious slave girls have become submissive and compliant sluts, willing to do whatever their owner orders them to do.
"Of course, you can take her, and without paying anything;" Gemma comments you with a smile on her lips, surely imagining everything Scott is going to do to me, "The only problem is that the key to the hood is in the factory;" she adds.
"Never mind;" you reply, "I don't care who the slave girl is, knowing your tastes I'm sure she's a beauty, plus I like to wear hoods when I play with my slave girls, it allows me to imagine I'm fucking someone else."
"Who?" asks you Gemma curiously.
"That redhead actress in the movies;" you reply playing with my nipple rings, "Christine;" you add pulling hard on one of them. "Although I think this time it will be your face, I will be putting on this slave girl as I play with her, marking her skin with my whip, fucking her until I bring her to orgasm after orgasm, never stopping until she tells me I am her Master and begs me to stop."
I notice how Gemma squeezes her thighs, aroused by your words, after seeing this reaction, and how she was letting herself be fucked and dominated by Henry it is clear to me that she is a submissive slut who is looking for a man to dominate her, and I am willing to find him for her.
"You know I don't play in your league;" Gemma comments to you trying to conceal her excitement, "So watch my body closely, as you can only enjoy it in your dreams."
"You never know about that;" you mutter as you close a collar around my neck and remove the gag from my mouth, eliciting a small scream of terror from Gemma.
"Don't worry, she won't make a fuss;" you point out, "The collar inhibits the voice, I prefer it to gags, I like my slave girls to cooperate when I use their mouth;" you add releasing his cock from his pants, right in my face.
"Besides the collar also has other uses;" you comment triggering the watch, causing a shock to run through my whole body. "What are you waiting for slave girl?" you tell me bringing his finger close to the watch again.
