Here's Chapter 8 in the Blue Water Harbor saga. Enjoy!
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My name is Carla. It used to be Carla Rousseman, but now it’s just Carla. It’s the same name I was given by my parents, but my Mistress took it from me the day she broke me and made me hers. Then she gave it back to me as a slave name. She could have named me anything but she gave me back the name I had before. She’s kind. I love her.
Mistress has told me to write down my story. It’s part of the Pride’s history, she says. I like that – that I’m part of history – but it makes me feel guilty too. Pride isn’t something a slave like me should have. Mistress says I’m allowed to be happy when I please her though. I know that this pleases her, so it’s okay for me to be happy about it.
Like I said, my name is Carla. I’m the owned girl of Mistress Aisha Pashir, and of her wife Ms Jenni Haversham too. Mistress wasn’t with Ms Jenni when she claimed and collared me, though. She was with Ms Angelina – no, not Ms Angelina, just Angelina – then.
Angelina deserted Mistress about a year after Mistress collared me, because Mistress caught her hurting me. That had been going on for months. It started while Mistress was convalescing after that cxnt Lynda Ward – Lynda Sevrin now – almost killed her, but Angelina ordered me not to say anything so as not to bother Mistress, so I didn’t. Then Mistress came home a day early from a business trip and found me hung by my feet with my boobs chained to the floor. Mistress wouldn’t let Angelina hurt me like that any longer. They argued. Angelina called Mistress weak and left. She’s with the Pain Cult now. I hate Angelina – not so much for how she hurt me, but for how she hurt Mistress. One day I’m going to make her sorry for that.
For another year it was just me and Mistress. We were still in Miami then, at the house on Star Island. That was the time they now call the Schism, when the Pride split in two, when the Power Cult and the Pleasure Cult formed. The Pain Cult came later, when Monique Morgaine turned up in Miami, but for a while it was just the two groups. The Power Cult was really small back then, so there weren’t many people around at Mistress’s house. I didn’t mind that. Mistress was the only one I needed around.
I helped Mistress as much as I could during that time. She was away a lot on business so I took care of the house. I cleaned, I did laundry. I did everything Angelina used to do and more. It was my way of saying thank you to Mistress for taking care of me. Later, after Mistress allowed me to wear clothes, she hired a part-time maid to do the cleaning so I had more time for other things. I started to do the household accounts. Eventually Mistress made me her housekeeper. I love that job. It makes me feel like I’m doing something really useful for Mistress and Ms Jenni.
Ms Jenni moved in a few months before we left Miami. She’s Mistress’s girlfriend – wife, now – and she was never Mistress’s slave. Mistress treats Ms Jenni like her equal. I don’t think she really is – not quite, but she’s close. She’s certainly no slave – not like me.
I remember the day Mistress broke me. It makes me happy to remember that, but also sad to remember how naïve and arrogant I was then. I was twenty years old, just finished my junior year at Fordham, and I went to Miami to save the Pride. My Mom and Dad are both part of the Pride – both indwelt even. My Dad’s an investment banker, and the CEO of the Felix Foundation which manages the Pride’s money. Everyone thought Aisha Pashir was making big trouble for the Pride but nobody knew what to do about it. I decided I could fix it – put Aisha in her place. I did it partly for my Mom and Dad, partly out of sheer stupid arrogance, but mostly, I admit, to impress Sean Sevrin. I had the biggest crush on him, even though he’s twenty years older than me. I never had a chance with him of course, and now he’s married to that blonde supermodel bitch Lynda.
I never had a chance against Mistress either. I remember how I barged into her house, laying down the law. A few hours later I was curled up on the floor at her feet, licking her toes. I still don’t remember how that transition happened. All I remember is that being on the floor at her feet seemed like the best place in the world. It still does.
I don’t exactly know why we left Miami. I know it was a little while after Mistress found out that Angelina had moved in with Monique Morgaine. The Pleasure Cult had already moved here to California. Mistress decided she wanted to follow them, but I think it also hurt her to hear about Angelina. She’s never said anything to me about it – I’m just her slave and her housekeeper, not her friend – but I suspect that’s partly the reason we moved.
Ms Jenni always knew about Mistress being a Domme though, and keeping slaves. Ms Jenni’s a Domme too, though she’s kind, like Mistress – not a sadistic bitch like Angelina. Some of Mistress’s followers aren’t nice, but Ms Jenni is. She’s strict and she punishes the slaves – me included – if we step out of line, but she’s always fair. I love her – not as much as I love Mistress, but I still love her.
Mistress and Ms Jenni make a great couple. I love seeing them together. They’re very different in appearance. Ms Jenni’s a tall, slim blonde – almost six feet tall, with hair down to her waist and eyes the color of the ocean on a sunny day. She has tiny boobs, though her nipples are really long. Mistress is slim too but she has short hair that’s jet black and her eyes are almost black too. I love those eyes – except when I displease her and she gives me ‘the look’. That look makes me cry.
Mistress is much shorter that Ms Jenni – five feet five – though that’s still taller than me. I’m only five feet two. Mistress usually wears heels too, even around the house – even with a bikini. I’m not allowed to wear heels, except sometimes when I go out with Mistress or Ms Jenni – and I don’t go out much. I don’t like to go out. I did go out the other night with Mistress and Ms Jenni, to a restaurant and a bar on the beach in Blue Water Harbor, and I got to wear heels then – but I’ll get to that later.
I like to stay home and take care of the house. I love the house on the hill above Blue Water Village. From the patio you can see the whole town and even see big ships going by, a long way out to sea. With the telescope Mistress keeps on the deck on top of the cabana, you can watch people on either of the beaches, each side of the peninsula. I do that sometimes.
Mistress gave me my own room here. It even has its own bathroom. The bed’s quite small and the mattress is hard – I love it when Mistress and Ms Jenni take me into their huge, soft bed with them – but it’s much nicer that than the dog crate that I used to sleep in, back in Miami. I’m only little but I couldn’t stretch out in the crate and I used to get cramps a lot. Mistress still keeps the crate in my room, though she hasn’t made me use it in a long time. Every now and then, I sleep in it even though she doesn’t make meh. It reminds me of how much better my life is now. It reminds me to work hard and always please her.
It’s not like I don’t get to meet people, even at home. Mistress has lots of people over to the house.. She has other slaves besides me, but I’m the only one who lives with her. Like I said before, I’m not allowed to be proud about that, but it makes me happy. She also has followers who are part of the Power Cult but not slaves. They spend a lot of time at her house. Some of them even stay over. I get to spend time with them. We all adore Mistress so it’s nice.
Sometimes, if someone pleases her, Mistress loans me to them for a day or a night. I don’t mind that – not even when they use me for sex. I’d be quite happy if it was only Mistress who I serve that way but I know it pleases her when I please them, so I do my best and I enjoy it anyway. Mistress says that serving the Power Cult is serving her, and serving her is what I’m for.
If Mistress wants to punish someone, she sometimes make them serve me. She makes them give me pleasure and I’m not allowed to pleasure them in return. Making them lower than me is her way of humiliating them. It doesn’t feel quite right for me to be superior to someone, but I do it for Mistress and the orgasms are nice.
Mistress taught me I’m a slut. Before I met her, I’d only ever been with men – only two men. I thought I was straight. I’d never thought of making love to another woman until I met Mistress. Then it was all I wanted to do – to make love to her. She made me wait though, for a whole month after she collared me. She said I had to earn the privilege. I remember how I cried with joy the first time I made her cum.
A few days ago, I was serving breakfast to Mistress and Ms Jenni by the pool. They were alone. There were some people staying over but they were still asleep. Mistress had dismissed me early but I suspected she’d played with them until late.
Mistress was dressed in a short white robe. She always slept naked and often stayed that way when she got up but it was cool outside that morning. I’d been up already and noticed the weather, so I had a robe ready for her when she came down.
I even had a tee on. I’m allowed to wear clothes except sometimes when Mistress or Ms Jenni want me naked, but normally I don’t wear anything except my collar when I’m home. This morning though, I wore a big pink tee that came down past my butt. My favorite colors are pink and black. Mistress tells me I look good in those colors. They go with my black hair and fair skin.
Ms Jenni had been swimming. She’s a dancer – she even has a studio at the house – but she likes to swim every morning. She says it helps her stamina. Ms Jenni was still naked from her swim. She likes the cold more than Mistress does. I’d brought her a robe too but she didn’t want it. Like I said before, her nipples are really long and she dripped water onto the table every time she leaned forward to pick up her glass of juice.
Mistress looked at me as I poured their coffee and said, “Carla, you haven’t been out of the house in ages.”
I set the coffee cup down in front of her. “I went out on Monday to pick up the dry cleaning, Mistress,” I reminded her.
Ms Jenni smiled. “That doesn’t count, Carla. You need to meet some people and have some fun. You’re becoming a hermit.”
I smiled as I resumed my normal position, kneeling on the slate tiled patio between Mistress and Ms Jenni. “I had a lot of fun last Saturday night, Ms.”
“You spent half the night munching on Brittany Beckett’s pussy while her husband and his friends all fucked you,” observed Mistress.
“It was fun, Mistress. I enjoyed serving Ms Brittany.”
“Brittany – ” I shivered as Mistress corrected me sternly, “ – is getting far too big for her boots. She didn’t even ask my permission to use you. I let it slide that night, but I’m going to have to put her in her place very soon.”
“I’d love to call her out and kick her ass at the next party,” offered Ms Jenni.
“I think it will probably happen without us getting directly involved,” replied Mistress with a smile. “Our resident researcher...Professor Carrington...has designs on Britney, I think.”
“Britney wiped the floor with her when they fought back at the start of the summer,” Ms Jenni said. “I remember she and her group brought Vanessa Carrington up here and gave her to you as a present.” I remembered that day too. Six of them had arrived early in the morning and carried that girl – Vanessa – into the house on their shoulders, all beaten up and sticky with their jizz. They must have used her all night. The thought of that made me shiver again, in a much nicer way.
Mistress noticed and stroked my hair. I used to have longer hair, down to my shoulders back when I was Carla Rousseman, but now I wear it short – shorter than Mistress’s – so I don’t need to spend any time dealing with it.
“She’s come a long way since then,” Mistress remarked. “A few of the girls from the Pleasure Cult – Morgan, Leila – have taken her under their wing and training with her.”
“Has she fought again, yet? Won?”
Mistress shrugged. “There’s a rumor of something at the Eyrie last weekend. I heard she lost...but that was to Monique.”
Ms Jenni’s eyes widened. “She fought Monique?”
“So I heard...and did well too, according to the stories. Even Monique was impressed.”
“Wow,” said Ms Jenni. “Did Monique mark her?”
Mistress sipped her coffee and nodded. “In her navel. I heard that from Anna Sotheby who actually did the piercing. But here’s the thing...Monique was so impressed she didn’t claim her for the night and use her. She let her go.”
Miss Jenni’s jaw dropped. “Seriously?”
“So Anna told me, and she had no reason to lie.” Mistress smiled. “So you see, all we need to do is put Vanessa and Brittany in the same room with one another, and let things unfold.” She ruffled my hair again. “But we were talking about Carla and how she needs to get out of the house.”
“I wouldn’t mind doing that either,” said Ms Jenni as I stood up to refill her juice glass. “It’s been a while since I got some cock, and even longer since I hit on some hottie and strummed her subbie strings.” She giggled. “Especially when she didn’t know she had any.”
Mistress raised a dark, perfectly penciled eyebrow. “You’ve got a short memory, darling. Last night you were riding Matt Fuchs like he was a racehorse. She chuckled as she reached up under my tee and squeezed my bottom. “Though I was neck-and-neck with you, on his wife’s face.”
Mistress Aisha and Ms Jenny are both bi. It makes things easier when they take a couple to bed, like they did last night after they dismissed me – no need to worry about who takes who. Of course, anyone could take me – man or woman – so long as Mistress is okay with it. I’m a slave. I’m there to serve and be used.
Ms Jenni replied, “That doesn’t count. We’ve been hanging out here, with our own people, for way too long. What you said about Carla applies to us too. We need some fresh excitement.”
Mistress chuckled. “Some fresh meat, you mean.”
Ms Jenni laughed along with her. “That too.”
“It’s settled then. We’ll have a night out, tonight. Let’s stay local though. How about Combers, down on the beach?”
“Sounds great,” said Ms Jenni. “And you’re coming too, Carla.”
“Yes Ms,” I replied. I’d have been happy just to stay home and take care of the house for them but if they wanted me to go with them, I would.
“We’ll find you a man for the night,” promised Mistress.
“Or a woman,” offered Ms Jenni.
“Or one of each.”
“Or several of each.”
I blushed and they both laughed. I smiled. I knew I’d enjoy it so long as I was with Mistress and Ms Jenni. They knew too.
I spent the day doing what I normally did. I fixed breakfast – lunch, really – for Matt and Valerie Fuchs when they finally got up, and served it to them on the patio. Mistress had already gone out – she had some business meetings – and Ms Jenni was practicing upstairs so I took care of them and showed them out after they’d eaten and showered.
The rest of the day was taken up with my usual chores. I had a cold drink waiting for Mistress when she arrived home – she always texts me when she’s on her way. Mistress gave me a cell phone but I never call anyone. The only people who call me are Mistress and Ms Jenni, if they want me to do something outside my normal routine.
After I gave her her drink, Mistress told me to go get ready to go out, so I did. Mistress gave me my own room on the third floor – or I guess it might be on the second floor. The house is built on a hillside and the front door is on the middle floor. Anyway, I have my own bathroom so I went there and took a shower. I washed and dried my hair too. After that I knelt in the middle of the floor in the bedroom and waited for Mistress or Ms Jenni. One of them would come and tell me what to wear.
It was Ms Jenni who came. She was naked, like she usually is when there’s no reason for her to dress. She smiled at me when she entered the room. I smiled back at her but I kept my eyes lowered. I’ve learned to see really well out of the edge of my vision so I don’t have to look Mistress or Ms Jenni in the eye.
Ms Jenni came over to me and stroked my cheek. That made me shiver. She smelled good. She had perfume on so I knew she had showered too. She went over to the big walk-in closet in the corner. “Come with me, Carla.” I got up and followed her.
I stood in the doorway and watched while Ms Jenni picked through the clothes that she and Mistress had bought for me to wear. I always think it’s funny, how there’s a closet full of clothes but I hardly ever wear anything except my collar, or a pink tee and sometimes black yoga pants when I go out to run errands or when Mistress just doesn’t want me to be naked. Mistress and Ms Jenni like to dress me up when we go out though. They want me to look nice. I like looking nice for them, too. It’s part of pleasing them.
Ms Jenni picked out a couple of dresses and held them up against me, before she decided on a black bandage dress. It was long sleeved with a high neckline and came quite a long way down my thighs. It had a silver zipper all the way up the front. When I put it on and zipped it up, the zipper was just a finger’s width below my collar.
Ms Jenni used a silver padlock to fasten the zipper to the D-ring at the front of my collar. That meant nobody could undress me except Mistress or Jenni who would have the key. I liked that. It made me feel safe.
“Look at yourself, Carla,” Ms Jenni said.
I turned and looked at myself in the full length mirror on the wall. The dress wasn’t very revealing – not the usual way – but it hugged every inch of my body. I wasn’t wearing anything else under it – I didn’t need to. Mistress makes me wear a bra when I work out or when I go out because even though I’m little, I have big boobs. “Take care of them,“ Mistress says, “or they’ll be down around your knees before you’re forty,” I’m a D-cup. Good Jewish genes, my Mom used to say. This dress was really stretchy though and it held me just as firm as a bra would have.
I think my boobs are another reason Angelina hated me – hates me. She’s got some weird thing about girls with big boobs. Mistress says it was something to do with a swimsuit model, back when Angelina was a model too. I can’t imagine Angelina ever being a model. She’s a skinny bitch hag. One day I’ll pay her back for hurting Mistress. That will be a good day.
Ms Jenni stood behind me. She’s tall enough that she can look right over my head. “You look hot!” she said and smiled.
I smiled too. I liked to look nice for Mistress and Ms Jenni. I wanted them to be proud of me. I couldn’t be proud but I could make them proud. “Thanks Ms Jenni,” I said.
Ms Jenni put out shoes for me. They were open toed sandals – I’d already painted my toe nails and my finger nails cherry red – with ankle straps and five inch stiletto heels. I put them on and they made me feel like I was on stilts. I’d still be shorter than Ms Jenni of course – she was five feet eleven, barefoot – and I knew Mistress would wear at least four inch heels. She’s five feet five so she’d still be two inches taller than me. I like to be the smallest when I’m with Mistress and Ms Jenni. It feels right.
Ms Jenni added bracelets on both my wrists, with rings on them in case she or Mistress wanted to restrain me. They could fasten my wrists together or cuff me to a table to keep me from wandering off. Not that I would. My place is always with them. A sudden chill went through me. “Ms Jenni?” I asked.
“Yes Carla?”
“You won’t leave me alone when we’re out, will you?” I don’t like to be alone. People might want to use me. That’s ok when they have Mistress’s permission – or Ms Jenni’s – but if I’m on my own, they might try to use me without asking. Then I have to fight them. I don’t want to fight anyone – except Angelina – but if they don’t ask Mistress or Ms Jenni, then I don’t have a choice. It’s only happened once – some blonde bitch named Robin, from the Pain Cult. She would have beaten me and claimed me for the night but then she called Mistress a cxnt. That made me mad and I knocked her out. I don’t like fighting. I might not get mad enough to win, next time. Then I’d be claimed for the night. I didn’t want to spend a night away from Mistress and Ms Jenni.
Ms Jenni kissed me. “No, pet. We won’t leave you alone. One of us will stay with you the whole time.”
I smiled again. “Thanks Ms Jenni.”
“I’m going to go get dressed too. Do your makeup and meet us downstairs in the den.”
I didn’t need much time for my makeup. I added some eyeliner – I have dark eyes and Mistress says they look good when they’re lined out – and some lipstick that matched my nail polish. Then I went straight downstairs so as not to keep Mistress and Ms Jenni waiting. I had to walk carefully in those heels, especially on the stairs. I’m most comfortable barefoot but Ms Jenni wanted me to wear the heels so I did. I was kneeling there – it wasn’t easy in that dress and those heels – when Mistress and Miss Jenni came down.
Mistress was wearing white, like she usually did. This time it was a strapless tube dress, shorter than the one I wore. Mistress isn’t as curvy as me but she has nice boobs, a really tight butt and long legs to kill for. She wore high heels like I thought she would. They were red like my nails. She also had gold hoop earrings and a gold necklace. I couldn’t wear jewelry like that. I’m just a slave. It wouldn’t be right.
Ms Jenni wore a midnight blue dress that was sleeveless and just a little bit sheer. It came all the way down to her ankles but it was slit up the left side to her waist. I could tell – anyone would be able to tell – she was naked underneath. She wore high heels – white ones – that made her taller than Mistress but there was no getting around that, unless she went around on her knees and she shouldn’t do that. That’s only for slaves like me.
It was just past sunset when we got into Mistress’s white Porsche 911 convertible. Mistress drove, with Ms Jenni in the passenger seat and me in the back. It’s a tiny back seat but I fit if I lift my knees up.
Mistress turned left out of the driveway and went up the hill, rather than down the hill toward the village. She and Ms Jenni had obviously changed their plans but they didn’t tell me and I didn’t ask. It isn’t my place to know such things.
We drove over the ridge toward Blue Water Harbor. I don’t go there very often. When I go out, most times it’s just into the village, to the store or the drycleaners or the hairdresser when Mistress tells me I need a haircut. I’d been to Blue Water Harbor once before though, on a night out with Mistress. Ms Jenni hadn’t been with us that night – that was the night I’d had the fight with that bitch Robin.
I shivered again. The people in Blue Water Harbor aren’t like us. That’s where the Pleasure Cult lives – I could see David and Jane Masters’ house on the beach as we drove down the big hill – and the Pain Cult too. Monique Morgaine’s house is hidden in the woods, up the valley. Robin had been from the Pain Cult – her upper lip, her tongue and her pussy were pierced. That’s what the Pain Cult does to girls they beat in fights. Whoever beats them gets to choose where to pierce them.
Robin had wanted to claim me. I know she would have pierced me too. I would have had to wear the ring or the barbell or whatever for a month. Mistress wouldn’t have liked that. She might have punished me for losing, though I bet she would have found a way to punish Robin if she’d beaten me. Besides, Angelina probably put Robin up to it. I know Angelina wants to get her hands on me and hurt me again. If I meet Angelina in a bar or a restaurant or on the street, I’ll make her beg for mercy, but if I’ve already lost a fight, then I can’t do that. There are rules.
We parked the car on the street that runs along the beach front, next to a restaurant named Waves. It seems like all the bars and restaurants in Blue Water have beach or water names. I’d never been to Waves before but I Mistress and Ms Jenni had. They’d talked about it. Mistress said it was the best restaurant in town.
We walked a short distance down the path to the restaurant, which overlooked the ocean at the south end of the beach. It was difficult for me to walk in those heels but Mistress and Ms Jenni walked slowly so I could keep up.
I noticed when we walked in that the restaurant was almost full. Mistress must have made a reservation though, because we didn’t have to wait for a table.
It took a while to reach our table because Mistress and Ms Jenni stopped to greet a few people. I knew some of them from parties at the house. They were members of our cult. Others though, I didn’t know. I know all our people so I guessed they had to be non-aligned. Most people, even if they aren’t formally members of a cult, at least have a preference. There are a few who like to switch back and forth. I don’t understand that, but it’s their choice.
Some of the women at the tables we passed reached up and showed one or both their boobs to Mistress and Ms Jenni. That’s a kind of salute among the Pride and their followers. The men don’t do it, but men aren’t so important in the Pride so that doesn’t matter. The women do it to show respect – not necessarily allegiance, just respect. It’s also something the Power Cult and the Pleasure Cult do to show that they haven’t been claimed lately by the Pain Cult. The nipples are a favorite place for the Pain Seekers to pierce their prizes, though they also pierce people in the pussy, the face or the belly button.
It’s complicated though, because sometimes people get piercings for other reasons. I have a ring in my belly button but it’s not from being claimed by the Pain Cult. Mistress made me get it because she sometimes likes to fix me in place on all fours in the middle of the table at a party.
One of the women – Priya Ramiswami, a tall beautiful Indian woman who was sitting with her husband Sanjay – had been up to the house. Priya had fought and beaten Emmy Clark the previous weekend. Emmy was a Pleasure Cult member who worked for the local garden firm. Priya had brought Emmy up to the house for a party on Saturday. She’d used Emmy hard in front of everybody. Mistress had liked that.
Mistress rewarded Priya now by baring her own left breast and bending over so Priya could kiss her on the nipple. She kissed Priya on the lips, then kissed her husband too. She smiled at them both as she straightened up and covered herself again. We moved on. Mistress didn’t reward anyone else that way, even though several more women bared their boobs. She just smiled and greeted them politely.
There was one girl – I didn’t know her but she was sitting at a table with Filomena Delarosa who ran the flower store in the village – who didn’t bother to acknowledge Mistress. I don’t know if Mistress noticed that, but Ms Jenni sure did. As we passed their table, Ms Jenni grabbed her by the back of her hair – the girl had a long brown ponytail – and jerked her head back. “How dare you, Leah!” she hissed as she back-handed the girl across the face with her other hand. The slap knocked the girl – Leah – right out of her chair. She went sprawling on the ground at Ms Jenni’s feet. The whole room went dead quiet.
Leah looked up at Ms Jenni, horrified. I honestly think she hadn’t noticed us walk in. Her mascara and eye liner was smudged and her eyes were puffy, like she’d been crying recently. Maybe somebody had already taken her tonight and she was upset about that and distracted. I don’t know, but maybe.
Anyway, she looked at Ms Jenni and then at Mistress and her eyes bugged open wide. Right away she rolled over onto her back and spread her legs wide. She was wearing a green sundress and it rode up around her hips. She was bare underneath it.
“I’m so sorry Ms Aisha,” she replied. Her voice was trembling. She was afraid Mistress or Ms Jenni was going to kick her ass. I could see the fear in her eyes. She got on all fours and crawled over quickly to kiss Mistress’s foot. “I...I didn’t see you come in.”
Mistress looked at her with the kind of look that makes me cry if I’m on the wrong end of it. “Ignorant girl!” she scolded her. Her voice made Leah shudder – me too. “Pay more attention next time, and you won’t have to spend a night paying for your stupidity...like you will tomorrow.”
Leah’s mouth opened wide and her head seemed to swivel around on her neck as she gaped up at Mistress. Her lips moved but no sound came out, then she finally stammered, “But I...”
Mistress gave her another cold look. “Be there before dark.” She smiled but it wasn’t her real smile. “Or, if you prefer, Jenni can come fetch you.”
The girl’s eyes widened again. “No! No, I’ll be there Ms.”
Mistress smiled again, more warmly this time. “Of course you will. I’m looking forward to it.” We walked on, and I made a mental note to check, in the morning, that everything was ready in the dungeon, buried in the hill behind the patio downstairs.
The maitre’d led us to a table right at the railing next to the beach. The restaurant isn’t a room so much as a covered patio, though there are screens they can roll down if the weather gets bad. It was mild tonight though, with just a little bit of wind, so the screens were rolled up. He seated us. Well, he seated Mistress and Ms Jenni. I knelt beside the table, close to Mistress so I wouldn’t get in the way of the waiters. My shoulder touched her hip. I liked that.
I couldn’t see much of the restaurant from where I knelt. I know better than to turn around unless Mistress tells me to. I could see under the table and through the glass screen under the railing though, down to the beach. There were a few people walking down by the high tide line and a couple – I couldn’t recognize them from this far away – were having sex over by the rocks. No-one was taking any notice. Public sex is the norm here in Blue Water. It needs something more unusual than that to capture people’s attention. I figured Mistress and Ms Jenni would be sure to do something noteworthy tonight. I hoped they’d include me in it. I smiled to myself.
Mistress stopped looking at her menu and glanced down at me. “What’s that smile for, Carla?” she asked, but not unkindly.
“I’m just thinking about having fun tonight, Mistress.”
She smiled at me. That made me feel warm. “We’ll find you lots of fun tonight, pet...and lots of fun for us, too.” She caught Ms Jenni’s eye, and they both smiled.
“Would you like to turn around so everyone can see you, Carla?” asked Mistress.
I knew the right answer. “Yes please, Mistress.”
“Go on then.” I shuffled around on my knees until I was facing the restaurant. My back was turned to Ms Jenni and my other side was now turned to Mistress.
There were a lot of people there. Mistress and Ms Jenni had only spoken to a few of them on the way to our table. Some people looked at me while they were eating. I didn’t look back at them. I’m just a slave. I felt a little afraid that they were looking at me. I leaned a little to my right so my shoulder touched Mistress’s leg again. That felt better.
Mistress and Ms Jenni ordered. They didn’t order for me – I’m just a slave – but I knew they’d feed me from their plates. Mistress would never let me go hungry.
I kept my head down – literally and figuratively – until their food came. I didn’t want to catch anybody’s eye. I wondered why we’d come here. Mistress and Ms Jenni had to eat, obviously, but they’d originally planned to go to Combers in the village and the food was good there. Why come here, to Blue Water Harbor? This was where the other cults hung out. All of the cults appeared everywhere, even in nearby San Vicente, but we were much more likely to meet Pleasure or Power cult followers here. I wondered if Mistress or Ms Jenni were going to hunt tonight – to claim some girls. I wondered if the girls would resist. I hoped so. I love watching Mistress and Ms Jenni dominate other women in a fight.
‘Mistress?”
“Yes Carla?”
“Are you going to claim somebody tonight? Or is Ms Jenni?”
Mistress laughed. “You know me well, pet. Yes, that thought has occurred to both of us.”
Ms Jenni laughed too and popped a shrimp into my mouth. It was spicy and delicious. “We’ll let you have a piece or her...or them, Carla. But I promise you’ll be well taken care of, long before then.”
I didn’t really know what Ms Jenni meant but I could guess. I smiled. I trust Mistress and Ms Jenni.
People weren’t looking at us so much now. Between the appetizer and the entrée, I looked around us, though I was still careful not to catch anyone’s eye. They might think I was challenging them. I didn’t want to have to fight anyone.
I wasn’t the only one kneeling here tonight. There was another girl – a woman really since she looked a lot older than me – in a sky blue dress, kneeling against the railing between two tables near the opposite corner of the restaurant. I didn’t recognize her. Maybe she was new to town. None of the people at those tables seemed to be paying any attention to her, so I didn’t know who she belonged to, either. She had short red hair, though not as short as mine. She wasn’t collared like me, but her hands were cuffed behind her back. I wasn’t cuffed, though I had my hands clasped together behind my back anyway. That was how I always knelt.
There were dark streaks on the woman’s cheeks where tears had made her makeup run. She was upset and I could tell from the way she held herself very rigid that she was afraid too. I knew how it felt to be afraid but I didn’t feel sorry for her. If she’d been claimed, that was her own fault. She was going to be someone’s slave for the night – probably a Pain Seeker because the Pleasure Cult didn’t usually need to cuff their prizes. If so, it was because she hadn’t fought hard enough. I’m a slave – Mistress’s slave – for ever and ever, but that’s it’s who I am. I don’t cry about it. I’m pleased to be who I am.
The redheaded trophy glanced at me, head down, out of the corner of her eye, like she hoped I wouldn’t notice. I caught her eye and stared right back. I wasn’t afraid – not of her. I tilted my chin up slightly, just enough for her to notice. She got the message. She was lower than me. She looked away, down at the floor.
I should have known Mistress would notice. She did, and slapped me lightly across the back of my head. It didn’t hurt, but it made me jump. “Don’t get ideas above your station, Carla,” she warned me. “This time tomorrow, she’ll be free. You’ll still be a slave.”
I lowered my head. “Yes Mistress.” I didn’t say that was exactly why I was feeling superior. That wouldn’t be right to say – but Mistress had a point. It wasn’t right to feel either. I pushed the thought out of my mind.
The entrées came. Mistress had fish, and fed me from her fork. Ms Jenni had paella and she gave me some too. They made smalltalk, mostly gossip about who was fucking who. There’s a lot of that in Blue Water, and it isn’t always about claiming and fighting. There are girls who are perfectly willing to fuck or be fucked – even to be claimed without a fight. As for the guys – well, they’re guys. They’re eager to help so long as they get to stick their cock in somebody. There’s never a shortage of somebodies in this town.
When the meal was over, Mistress wiped her fingers and her mouth, then passed her napkin to me to do the same. “Have you had enough, Carla?”
“Yes thanks, Mistress,” I replied. I was full but not too full, and the food had tasted wonderful.
“Where to, now?” asked Ms Jenni. “Do you want to head back over the hill and go to Combers like we first planned, or stick around here?”
Mistress thought for a second. “Why not see what’s happening down the road at Bill’s?” she suggested.
Bill’s Bar was at the other end of the beach. We’d passed it on the way here. I’d never been there. That didn’t matter though. If Mistress and Ms Jenni wanted to go there, I’d go with them. I didn’t have a say in it. I’m just a slave.
A few minutes later, after Mistress settled the check, we headed for the door with Mistress leading, Ms Jenni following and me bringing up the rear. Mistress stopped at a table in the middle of the room. Two women sat there. I knew one of them – Wendy Barr. Her Dad was the chef here and I’d heard gossip that her Mom was friendly with the Pain Cult, but Wendy was one of us and she’d been up at the house more than once. I’d kissed her before – all over.
Mistress bent to kiss her on the lips even before Wendy lifted her sequined top and pulled her bra down to expose her breasts. Mistress bared her left breast too and let Wendy kiss it. Ms Jenni stepped up beside her and did the same. I hung back, then I bent over further and kissed Wendy’s left nipple. I didn’t bare my boob to her. I couldn’t – my dress was zipped up and locked to my collar. Besides, I wasn’t worthy for her to kiss my boob. I’m only a slave.
The other girl at the table was a very busty brunette in a little black dress, with long curly brown hair and a pretty face. I didn’t recognize her. She smiled at us – even at me – though she didn’t bare her boobs. Wendy introduced her as Lorena. She stood up – she was about my height though it was difficult to tell with heels – and exchanged kisses on the cheek with Mistress and Ms Jenni.
I hung back. I didn’t deserve a kiss. I wondered why Mistress and Ms Jenni were so warm toward this girl, since she wasn’t one of our people. If she was, she would have bared her boobs or Ms Jenni would have knocked her down like she did to that girl Leah earlier.
As Mistress began to walk on again, Ms Jenni whispered to me, “Show her some respect, Carla. She’s the one who fucked up Angelina in San Vicente a couple weeks ago.”
My jaw dropped. No wonder Mistress and Ms Jenni liked her. I stepped up to the table – Lorena had just sat down again – and bowed. “May I, Ms?” I nodded toward her cleavage. It wouldn’t take much for her to pop her boobs out of her dress. They were halfway there as it was.
“May you what?” she asked. She didn’t sound nasty or anything. I think she just didn’t know what I meant.
Wendy piped in. “She wants to kiss your boob, honey...like she did to me. It’s a sign of respect...after your fight.”
Lorena laughed. “Wow...I’ve gotten a lot of free drinks over that, but this is something new.” She smiled up at me. “Sure...go ahead.” She hooked her thumb in the neckline of her dress and pulled it down. She was wearing a bra – with those boobs, she had to – but she pulled that down too and her boobs jumped out. Her nipples were very tiny. That seemed strange since her boobs were so big but I didn’t waste time thinking about that. I bent down until my ear touched the table, and kissed her left nipple thoroughly.
“Thank you, Ms,” I smiled at her as I stood up again. Ms Jenni had already started to walk away, and I hurried after her and Mistress. So she was the one who’d beaten Angelina in a fight after Angelina tried to claim her. More than that, she’d gotten every guy in the place to use Angelina afterwards – and Angelina hated to even be touched by a man. The news had been all over town – most people didn’t like the skinny cxnt any more than I did – but I didn’t know it was that girl who did it. I hoped Mistress would invite her up to the house some time and let me kiss more than her boob.
It was dark when we left the restaurant. I don’t know what time it was. Mistress gave me a wrist watch to wear around the house so I can plan my time and schedule the things I need to do for her, but I wasn’t wearing it that night. I guessed it was approaching nine o’clock though, since it was fully dark, not just twilight.
There’s a street that runs along the beach front in Blue Water Harbor. It’s maybe a half mile long and lined with tall pine trees on both sides. On the beach side there are no buildings except the restaurant, Waves, at one end and Bill’s bar at the other. Between them is just grass with more pines, leading down to the beach. There’s a sidewalk though, so Mistress and Ms Jenni decided to walk. That wasn’t easy for me in my five-inch heels but they held my arms and steadied me. I like it when they do that.
About a third of the way, we met a couple – a guy and a girl – having sex up against a street lamp. The girl was a slim, leggy brunette with long hair partway down her back, in a bright blue top and a white skirt. Her guy was in jeans and a t-shirt, blonde haired and broad shouldered. That was all I could see of him, since he was kneeling down and facing away from us. The girl had her skirt pulled up around her waist, one leg hooked up over the guy’s shoulder, and his face was buried in her crotch. She was certainly enjoying it because she was moaning and grinding herself on him, pulling his head into her pussy with one hand while she steadied herself against the pole with the other.
I didn’t know them – at least, I didn’t know the girl – and I don’t know if Mistress or Ms Jenni did, but Mistress stopped as we passed them and kissed the girl hard on the mouth. The girl moaned louder and opened her mouth to Mistress. Mistress slipped a hand into her hair and gave her a thorough tonguing. The girl ground her pussy harder against her guy’s face. Then Mistress broke the kiss, bent over and tugged the guy’s head back so she could kiss him too. The girl whimpered when Mistress detached him from her pussy and humped the air while Mistress was kissing him. Ms Jenni distracted her by kissing her hard too just like Mistress had done.
I noticed the girl had a gold stud in the left side of her nose. That meant she’d been taken by the Pain Cult at some time. She wasn’t wearing a collar or a necklace or a torque though, so I don’t think she was one of them. Most likely, she kept the stud to show she had lasted a night with them and hadn’t been broken. Some people do that.
When Mistress straightened up, her face was shining under the yellow street light, sticky with the juices from the guy’s face. She was smiling the smile she gets when she’s turned on, and I could see her nipples poking through her white dress. It made me excited to see her like that. “Mistress?” I asked.
“Yes Carla?”
“May I lick your face clean?” I knew that Mistress would want to look immaculate when we walked into the bar. I also wanted to taste the girl’s juices and the guy’s saliva. I hoped Mistress would let me.
Mistress smiled. “Of course you may.” She leaned toward me and I lapped at her moist cheeks and chin with my tongue, being careful to lick the juices off and not just spread them around. That’s not easy to do but I’m good at it.
Finally I stepped back and swallowed. I liked the taste – their sex and the taste of my Mistress, all mingled together. I smiled as I noted that Mistress’s makeup was still perfect. “Thank you Mistress.”
Ms Jenni laughed and stroked my cheek. “You’ll get plenty of chances to taste some more tonight, pet.”
I smiled at her too. “Thank you Ms Jenni.”
We carried on down a slight slope, crossed the little bridge over the creek that empties into the harbor, and walked the rest of the way along the beach front to Bill’s Bar. We didn’t meet anyone else on the way, though we did pass a few people on the other side of the street where there are some stores and a café. Nobody else was having sex in public – at least not yet. That kind of thing is pretty common in Blue Water. It’s the Pride’s doing, of course. They have that effect on people. At least, the indwelt do. I’m not supposed to talk about that though. There are secrets within secrets. Mistress says only the indwelt – the leaders and the core members of the cults – can talk about those things.
The ground slopes down from the road to the beach and Bill’s Bar is built at street level. It’s almost two bars in one. The first one, on the street side, has a small stage for a singer or a band. That night there was a girl singing there, accompanied by a guy with a guitar. The second bar faces the beach with tables and chairs dotted around. It’s open on the beach side, though there are screens that can be pulled across in bad weather. That bar is separated from the street-side one by a glass wall.
I followed Mistress and Ms Jenni down a wide hallway past the street-side bar, to the second bar overlooking the beach. The music wasn’t so loud here. About two-thirds of the tables in the room were occupied – this wasn’t San Francisco or New York where bars and clubs didn’t get jumping until after midnight. Here, the partying started right after dinner – sometimes during, or even before.
Mistress and Ms Jenni headed across the room, with me walking a step behind, to the far corner where two girls I didn’t recognize sat at a table. They saw us coming and their eyes widened. Just like in the restaurant, boobs were bared and kisses exchanged. Then the two girls moved to another table, and Mistress and Ms Jenni sat down.
I remained standing, waiting. “Would you like me to get drinks for you and Ms Jenni, Mistress?”
“Yes Carla. That would be lovely.”
I went over to the bar. On the way, I checked out the other people in the room, though I was careful not to make eye contact with anybody. I didn’t want to get challenged.
They were a mixed bunch – several male/female couples, a few female/female couples and some groups of four, five or six people. Most were drinking and talking, though one girl – a slim brunette in a maroon sweater and a white skirt – was up on the table on all fours, kissing a guy like she wanted to eat him alive. Her butt was raised up, her skirt was short and she wasn’t wearing panties – hardly anyone did in Blue Water – so she was showing her bare pussy to the whole room including the other three people at their table. It wouldn’t be long before somebody noticed and took advantage of that – took her. The thought made my tummy turn over.
I didn’t need to ask Mistress what she wanted to drink. I knew her tastes and Ms Jenni’s too. I ordered a Margarita for Mistress and a Long Island Iced Tea for Ms Jenni. The bartender was a girl named Brenda who I’d met before. She smiled at me as she made the drinks. I smiled back. She didn’t ask me to pay for them. She knew who I am and who I belong to. She knew Mistress wouldn’t try to stiff her.
I looked through the glass behind the bar into the other room. It was quite full too. There were a few people dancing and quite a lot sitting at tables around the walls. I recognized some of them – Peter Otto and his wife Samantha were local celebrities. They weren’t aligned to any particular cult but they’d been to parties at our house. I looked past them and saw Peter’s mother Dora. She had to be in her fifties but she had the body of a thirty year-old. She was putting it to good use, riding one guy at a table at the back of the bar while she sucked on two others. A woman was crouched in front of her, alternately kissing Dora and working on whichever cock Dora wasn’t. I wondered if Mistress would have a bunch of guys use me later. I hoped so. I could feel myself getting moist at the thought of it.
I took the drinks back to the table. “Thank you Carla.” Mistress nodded to the floor at her feet. “Turn around and kneel down between us, pet.” I obeyed straight away. I knelt with the leg of the square table at my back. If I stretched up on my knees, the rounded corner touched the back of my neck and I could lean my head back on the table. I didn’t, though. I sat back on my heels. My knees were together. The tight dress kept them that way. I crossed my wrists behind me, shoulders back and spine straight, the way Mistress likes when she shows me off.
Mistress took a sip of her drink, then offered a sip to me, holding the glass to my lips. “Thank you Mistress.”
Peter and Samantha Otto had come through to our room and taken a table by the windows though they were some distance from us. Mistress and Ms Jenni chatted, exchanging bits of gossip about this person or that. I listened and looked at each of the people they mentioned, storing faces and information. It might be useful if they come to our house and I have to take care of them.
“Mmm, look at him!” Ms Jenni exclaimed softly. I didn’t need to look up to know she was licking her lips. I could tell just from the tone of her voice. “At the end of the bar.”
I looked. The guy Ms Jenni was talking about was in his mid-twenties, tall and Latin-looking, with dark curly hair. He had a trim, muscular body that his tight white t-shirt and blue jeans showed off pretty well. He was standing with a beer bottle in his hand, looking through the glass into the other room. I don’t think he knew Ms Jenni’s was staring at him.
“You think he’d enjoy being the meat in our sandwich, darling?” asked Mistress. I smiled to myself. I knew Mistress hadn’t used the word ‘meat’ accidentally.
“There’s only one way to find out.” Ms Jenni got up and crossed the room, her long legs eating up the distance in a few paces. Her long dress swirled around her with each step, baring her entire left leg and most of her butt cheek. I watched admiringly.
Ms Jenni walked up to the guy and said something – I couldn’t hear what – as she put her hand on his shoulder and turned him toward her. He didn’t have time to reply though, because Ms Jenni pressed her lips – and her body – hard against his and kissed him like she meant it. Which she did. Ms Jenni doesn’t mess around when it comes to something – or someone – she wants.
I heard Mistress chuckle behind me. I wondered if she and Ms Jenni would have their way with him here or take him home. They often bring people home – sometimes more than one – when they go out. Maybe they’d test drive him, as Ms Jenni liked to say, here and then take him home. I wondered where I’d ride, though I didn’t worry about it. Mistress would take care of me.
The guy stiffened when Ms Jenni kissed him – probably in more ways than one, I thought to myself – but then he responded, sliding one arm around her while he put his drink down on the bar before wrapping the other arm around her and pulling her close. In her heels she was taller than him and draped her arms around his neck when she kissed him, running her fingers through his hair. I could tell her tongue was deep inside his mouth, even from here. From the way she was grinding against him, he was definitely hard. If he wasn’t, he was either gay or dead. I’d bet he wasn’t either of those.
I wondered whether Ms Jenni would bring him back here to our table or fuck him right there by the bar. She might even go down on him. Ms Jenni likes to suck cock. She knows that it might seem like a subservient act but when it’s done the right way, it allows a woman to exert an amazing amount of control over a guy. She’s got the power to decide when – and even if – he comes. I don’t do it that way, of course. I’m just a slave and my mouth is there to be used however and whenever – and by whoever – Mistress or Ms Jenni choose. It’s different for them though. They deserve the power.
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