CHAPTER II
by slave hc
by slave hc
I went to my bedroom to shower and change, I’d got the smallest of the 3 bedrooms with a view of the dustbins, nice. Miss Sophie and Saskia, however, had best rooms in the house – and rightly so – looking out towards the pool and the sea. It wouldn’t have been appropriate for them to have anything less. I was planning on taking the Mistresses into town for the evening, to walk along the harbour where all the boats, shops and bars were. Then have a few drinks in one or two of the trendy bars, something to eat at one of the restaurants that took their fancy and finally, if the Mistresses desired, onto a club. To be honest, I really hoped the club thing wasn’t going to happen. I had never been out with Miss Sophie and Saskia, and I had no idea what kind of thing to expect. There would be no doubt that they would look stunningly attractive and wildly sexy, but what should I do if a local guy, or anyone for that matter, got a bit too leery? Did I step in and defuse the situation, did I simply move us away or did I put him down because he had disrespected the Mistresses? I sincerely hoped it would never come to that, but I was going to stay stone cold sober just in case I had to get a grip of a situation.
I waited patiently as the Mistresses showered and prepared themselves. My thighs were still a bit sore from the lashing Miss Sophie had given them and my nipples stung like mad after Miss Saskia had tried to twist them off. But then I thought of what they had just done to me – that countdown to cum – wow, how fantastic that was. The pain disappeared as I day-dreamt about how lucky I was. I heard the clatter of heels on the marble floor and I turned to look.
“Do you like what you see then slave?” asked Miss Sophie.
Frankly, I was speechless. “Answer Miss Sophie, then you ignorant twat!” said Miss Saskia and she grabbed my right nipple through my shirt and twisted. This woman knows how to hurt!
“Err, yes Miss Sophie. I stuttered. “In fact, not just yes, but Hell! Yes!” Miss Sophie was in a fitted classic white blouse and deep red pencil skirt that accentuated her fantastic hourglass figure. In particular, the extra button that was undone allowed a magnificent plunging neckline to be on show to anyone brave enough to look. Unquestionably, Miss Sophie is all woman. Wearing a pair of crazy high stilettos and with her hair and make-up looking just perfect, I was just dumbstruck. Miss Saskia was wearing a mini-dress, her legs seem to never-ever end, particularly so when she wears those stilettos. Those were the very ones she jabbed into my cock earlier – fearsome weapons! Her hair looked great and I have to say, the Mistresses both looked they’d fallen off of the cover of Vogue magazine.
“Come on then slave, I’m in the mood for some fun – I don’t like to be kept waiting!” said Miss Sophie as we walked to the garage. I of course, opened the car doors for Miss Sophie first and then Miss Saskia. The smell of their perfume was heavenly. I got into the car and moved off. A short 10 minute drive and we were there. I parked the car and then, opened the door for the Mistresses to get out. The bar across the road was beginning to get busy with a mixture of the beautiful set and pissed blokes who had clearly been enjoying themselves all afternoon. I noticed almost man move their attention from their mates or girlfriends to soak up the visions of beauty that had just arrived. I have never seen so many jealous stares – half from guys who wished they were with Miss Sophie and Miss Saskia, the other half from the girlfriends of the guys who wear salivating at the beauty of the Mistresses. We walked into the bar and my worries about the drunks getting a bit too familiar came to life way too early. One guy, who had clearly been on the piss for hours tried to pat Miss Sophie’s gorgeous ass as she walked past. I managed to catch his hand before it made contact, twisted it, locked it and pushed. I controlled his fall so as not make a scene, but I felt sure it was going to get ugly. The last thing I wanted this early in the evening was to grip a few blokes so I was very relieved that, the bar’s door staff had seen what happened. They quickly hustled pissed bloke and his mates outside and off they went to pester somebody else. Result. We found a table overlooking the harbour and the waitress came to take our drinks order.
“Two vodka tonics please, and a bottle of water for our slave” said Miss Sophie. Great, now even the waitress knew I was a sub! We stayed, drank and chatted for a while. I felt completely at ease with the Mistresses, they didn’t ignore me or treat me like their doormat and it felt like I was out with a couple of my best friends rather than my owner and her friend.
“Let’s move on” said Miss Saskia and we made our way up the street. All the designer stores were there and that was to be my next surprise. I’m not what you would call rich, but I’m not exactly poor either, so the windfall that had made these 48 hours possible had the flex to buy the Mistresses something rather special that I was going to love as much as I hoped they would. We stopped outside a shoe store – my fetish had always been for women in boots or heels, so I hoped the Mistresses would indulge me.
“Miss Sophie, Miss Saskia,” I said, “it would give me the greatest pleasure if you were to allow me to buy you a pair of either Jimmy Choo or Christian Laboutin shoes or boots?”
“Slave hc, this isn’t necessary, you know that? Said Miss Sophie with her eyes looking deep into my soul.
“Yes Miss Sophie” I replied. “But to be at your or Miss Saskia’s heels is my favourite place in the world – so why not?”
“Come on then Saskia, in we go!”
About one hour later, we walked out of the store, with me carrying the Mistresses purchases and them striding ahead of me. We stopped at restaurant and went in to eat. I had no idea what was the Mistresses preferred food, but a bottle of champagne was clearly their preferred drink! Me? Water - again. To be honest, I had lost my appetite and all I wanted to do was to see the Mistresses in their purchases once more. Miss Sophie had chosen a divine pair of Laboutin ankle boots, whilst Miss Saskia had gone for the longest pair of thigh boots I had seen courtesy of Jimmy Choo. But we enjoyed a long and for the Mistresses, boozy dinner – I stuck with water, but what a great evening that was.
“Where now Miss Sophie? Onto a club or back to the villa?” I asked.
“As much as like would like to see what this town has to offer, it has been a long day and this Mistress can think of nothing finer than reclining whilst her friend tongues her to an orgasm. That sound okay to you Saskia?”
“On the condition you reciprocate!” replied Miss Saskia.
I just didn’t have the nerve to ask if I could join in. That would have been wrong and could well cause me a lot of pain, or – worse! Something like that throw away line could find me struck off the list of slaves that the Mistresses allowed to serve them. I didn’t want either of those things to happen, so I just kept quiet.
Some 15 minutes later, we were all back at the Villa, the Mistresses purchases in their respective rooms and I was wondering what was going to happen next.
“Goodnight slave” said Miss Sophie as she lead Miss Saskia into her room.
“Yes, goodnight slave – and no wanking!” added Miss Saskia. The door to Miss Sophie’s room remained open and I could not resist watching. She unbuttoned her blouse and placed it on a chair. Next, she unzipped the pencil skirt and with a shake of her sexy-oh-so-gorgeous hips, it fell to the floor. There she was, in just a matching black bra and panties with a pair of ankle boots. Dear God, just how gorgeous can one woman be? Miss Saskia unzipped her dress and stepped out of it, again wearing just a tiny bra and g string with her cock scratching stilettos. Miss Sophie lay on the bed and Miss Saskia began to lick her body. God, how I wished it was me doing that. Miss Sophie, judging by the moans and giggles of pleasure was clearly loving it. Suddenly she pushed up, turned round and then rolled Miss Saskia over so that it was Miss Sophie on top and Miss Saskia below. She planted her pussy on Miss Saskia’s face.
“Lick it bitch – and let’s not forget who is THE mistress here.”
Miss Saskia knew the score – Miss Sophie owned us both, but in very different ways. I would never be allowed to do what Miss Saskia was doing, but I would have given my everything to be given the chance. Miss Sophie sat back and sat up, she was in complete control and Miss Saskia was working hard on getting the result she knew Miss Sophie wanted. Miss Sophie leaned across her bed to her case, giving Miss Saskia a chance to catch her breath and pulled out a small vibrator.
“Did I tell you to stop? Hissed Miss Sophie and she positioned herself back on Miss Saskia’s protruding tongue. She turned the buzzing toy on and began to rub her pussy with it. This, along with Miss Saskia’s tongue was enough to get to her to where she wanted and her legs shook as came, sitting hard on Miss Saskia’s face.
“Hmmm, that was good Saskia, good girl. Now roll over and stick your ass in the air for me” ordered Miss Sophie. She licked two of her fingers and pushed them deep into Miss Saskia’s pussy. Miss Saskia let out a deep moan and began to push back every time Miss Sophie pushed forward. Miss Sophie then stopped and licked her fingers again before pushing all four of them into Miss Saskia. Miss Saskia was gone now – really going for it as Miss Sophie brought her to the edge.
“Go on, cum for me, cum for me, I want to feel it, cum, go on cum, cum for your Mistress”
Saskia was loving this and tossed and rolled around on the bed until her ecstasy subsided.
“Slave, get in here, I know you’ve been watching” ordered Miss Sophie. Oh shit, I was worried, had I done something that was out of order? I walked in, my hands in my pockets hoping to hide my erection.
“Get your fucking hands out of your pockets when you’re speaking to me!” barked Miss Sophie,
“Now, kneel in front of me” she continued and then pushed the fingers of the hand that had done all the work on Miss Saskia into my mouth.
“Lick them clean slave, taste what you’ll never have!” I did as ordered, this was torture – and Miss Sophie knew it. When I had licked every drop of Miss Saskia’s love juice from Miss Sophie’s fingers, I moved back and knelt with my head bowed.
“Thank you Mistresses” I said. Miss Sophie then grabbed my face with her right hand and looked right into my eyes from no more than a couple of inches. I could feel the warmth of her breath, the depth of her soul searching but also, the icy-cold glint in her eyes.
“And thank you for today slave hc, I have had a great day. Let’s see what tomorrow will bring, but I warn you slave, I have the feeling that I will really have to hurt you to enjoy myself tomorrow – I feel the need to inflict some pain on you. So think of that whilst you try to sleep tonight, think of what we are going to put you through tomorrow. Think of your agony and my smile. I own you; you are mine to do with however I please. And don’t think that gifts will get you out of this slave. Oh no. It is going to come to you tomorrow as sure as night follows day. Prepare yourself tonight because I want to see how far you can go – and then I’m going to push you further. Do you understand slave?”
“Yes Miss Sophie” I replied.
“Good, then go to bed and enjoy the feel of crisp cotton on your skin – because sleep won’t come easily to you tomorrow. Wake us at nine with coffee, have breakfast ready by the pool for ten and have your courage and fortitude ready for what will come next.”
With that she pushed me away, dismissing me with a wave of her hand. Miss Saskia followed me out of Miss Sophie’s room.
“Slave” she said.
“Yes Miss Saskia” I replied. She moved close to me and put her mouth against my ear, flicking it with her tongue.
“Would you like to fuck me slave, now, in my room?”
“Oh God, Miss Saskia, you know I would but…” and before I could finish and say I was the property of Miss Sophie and so couldn’t possibly do as she asked she said in her most mischievous and sadistic way:
“Then dream on, wanker! I’m going to tell Miss Sophie what you just said. She’s going to have your balls for that! Miss Sophie’s slave asking to fuck her friend – oh dear slave, that is not going to please her you know! You are toast – and you know what, I get to help toast you!”
“But Miss Saskia”” I started to say, but she cut me off with a slap around my face.
“Shut up slave! Just think about how pissed Miss Sophie is going to be with you when she hears that tomorrow morning. Sleep well!”
Oh fuck, I really was in deep shit and I hadn’t done anything – Miss Saskia can be an evil bitch at times. But Miss Sophie owns me and I am hers. Whatever she decided to do with me was going to have to be just fine or the other option was to lose the honour of being her number one fan, devotee and dedicated slave. I went to bed. Sleep wasn’t going to come easily, but I needed to rest before tomorrow if I was to withstand the torture that was coming my way…
TO BE CONTINUED
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