Ελληνικά
Μενού
Things had settled down quite nicely in my household these past 18 months. Minnie has been confined to the house, and allowing for her time -of- the month, is required to remain naked most of the time. With the weather permitting, Minnie may go outside with me when I split and cut firewood. Mandy's hair is again her own virgin natural honey blond, grown out from a bleached blond layered pixie to a blunt bob without bangs; her hair now much thicker and softer just touching the bottom of her ears; She can't wait until it is waist length again, as it was when Minerva acquired her.
Katherine's hair is growing out nicely: light brown in color, cut in a blunt bob, just brushing the nape of her neck. . . . no bangs of course. Sarah's hair is the longest of my four girls, dark brown and blunt cut four inches below her shoulders; I have decided that Sarah will keep her eye framing bangs. I prefer long hair on my girls. They will grow it waist length for me. It will be their crowning glory, my love reins, most suitable to tie to the pole, if the need arises.
When their hair is long enough, I have decided that they will wear it up when they leave the house in keeping with Sarah's Amish background. Mandy is the most proficient with any bun style, French twist or upswept hairstyle. Sarah learned simple buns and braids growing up.
Naturally they will wear makeup to enhance their natural beauty and colorful stylish clothing, not the severe Amish dresses and head coverings of Sarah's past life; before she became my slave. I have on occasion required them to dress exactly alike, especially when we all go out for dinner.
I find women who wear their long hair pinned up to be very attractive. This type of hairstyle is both elegant and practical; it is also an issue of control; a slave must know her place. Minnie understood this when she was Mistress Minerva; she understands it now and is powerless to change anything.
She wore her beautiful thick and silky red hair long and deliberately kept her slaves hair cut short. . . control and dominance. Minnie did not want them more beautiful then she. Minerva wanted all the attention for herself. Minerva understood my preference, fetish if you will, for women with long hair. She teased me with hers.
Minnie fixed her hair in a pretty bun on the day of her betrayal; she thought to entice and arouse me under the pretence of making up.
As one consequence of her failed coup, I initially had Minnie's hair trimmed and thinned by Mandy every three weeks to maintain the pixie haircut that she imposed on Mandy.
I started allowing Minnie's hair to grow out seven months into her sentence. Minnie now has a modified bowl cut; five inches long on top, the longer bowl section curving just above her ears; full and thick on the back and sides. Mandy choose this style, as it will grow out easily to a blunt bob when the time comes. Minnie hates her hair short. Even though I prefer it longer, I have decided that she will keep this style for now. It will require her to try even harder for my attention and approval considering that there are three younger slave girls in my household that have hair longer then hers.
It may seem odd to some that I refer to them as girls. Mandy just turned thirty-two, Katherine is thirty-four, while Sarah is the youngest, at twenty-five, the baby of my slave women. Which brings us to Minnie, the oldest, she will be thirty-seven tomorrow.
Minnie can easily pass for a woman in her late- twenties and is the most beautiful of my four slave girls. She is the closest to me in age, I being forty-two. Minnie is one of those rare, lucky women who will be a classical beauty well into her seventies. Nevertheless that is how I affectionately think of them and often address them as my girls.
I take no pleasure on the restrictions that I imposed on her because of her betrayal. They were necessary for the good of the household.
As one of her restrictions, Minnie is required to sleep alone in the basement under the most Spartan of conditions. The first month, secured to her pole in a sitting position. For the remaining time she was given a thin neoprene mat for the floor and a quilt that Sarah made for her from coarse cotton material; she will sleep on the floor leashed to the pole; a plastic bucket for her sanitary needs.
On her birthday, this final restriction will be lifted; Minnie will to be allowed to sleep in a proper bed and given clothing. In the event that she backslides, I reserve the right to modify the conditions at any time.
I am not one for orgies in the Master Bedroom, my bedroom. I prefer to sleep with one girl at a time. I must clarify what I mean by "sleep with".
At night, when it is bedtime, when it is time to sleep, as we all must, I will select one of my girls to share my bed for the night, which includes her pleasuring me. For minor offences and as a punishment, the offending girl may be leashed to the bedpost and made to sleep naked on the floor at the foot of the bed.
Not that I have not had two or three of my girls at once; I prefer to do this during the day. The girls look forward to their "special time" at night. Each of my girls has their assigned bedroom for those nights they are not with me.
Two months into Minnie's sentence, Princess spent a night sleeping on the floor for thinking that she could punish and/or abuse Minnie when nobody was watching. What she did is not important; it shall remain in the family; between my girls and I.
What is important is that she now realizes what she done was petty and greatly disappointed me. I expected better from her and told her so in private.
Every Saturday morning, I gather my girls together for a household meeting. Any concerns and suggestions are discussed; of course, I remain the final arbiter. . Everyone is assigned household chores for the week.
Mandy and Katherine still have their occupations and their schedule is discussed and taken into consideration. I allow them to work because it pleases me. That Saturday, I held court on Sarah's offences with the girls present: Mandy, Katherine and Minnie, naked and collared, made to assume the position, which is only proper. Sarah was stripped of her clothing and secured to the pole in a standing position; her hands above her head, her legs hobbled at her ankles.
Sarah was required to confess her transgressions against Minnie and then offer her a public apology. I then removed my garrison belt and applied it to Sarah's buttocks; two forceful cracks for each offence against Minnie. I let it be known that this behavior will not be tolerated by any of my girls against another.
I released Sarah from the pole and she immediately assumed the position next to the other girls. I adjured court and directed them to heel and then stand.
Assuming the position is common slave etiquette practiced by the Sanctorum. The slave girl will kneel with her hands flat on the floor, crossed, with her forehead on her hands. Her ass will be higher then her head, her feet will be together. To heel is for the girl is to kneel with her back straight, arms straight and crossed in front, with her head up looking at her Master or Mistress.
To my surprise and satisfaction, Sarah still crying, walked over to Minnie, offered her hand, and quietly apologized again. Minnie not only took Sarah's hand accepting her apology, but actually hugged Sarah, tears starting to form in her eyes as well. Looking at Mandy and Katherine's faces I knew what would happen next; I went upstairs to let them have their moment, well satisfied with the outcome; Minnie showing genuine humility; one of my favorite attributes in a slave girl. Sarah's transgression was expunged with her punishment; I will not bring it up again.
That evening, I went downstairs to check on Minnie for the first time. Up until then, the girls took care of her needs: I ignored her, never going to the basement. Minnie immediately assumed the position. "Minnie, heel. " When she complied, I gently touched her face resting my hand on the top of her head.
"You will eat your meals alone in the kitchen and then serve us ours in the dinning room "You will take cooking lessons from Sarah and help her clean the house" " Every Saturday morning, you will attend the household meeting" "The girls and I will discuss your progress; you will remain silent and listen. "
"You may use one of the girl's two bathrooms, specifically the toilet and sink. " "You will be allowed to take one cold shower a day. . . . alone. " " Your use of hot water will be restricted to hand washing, food preparation and house cleaning. " "Your sleeping arrangements will remain the same. . .
"Go to your sleeping mat and lie down. " Minnie quickly complied. I attached her leash to the pole and covered her with her quilt and rubbed her head one final time. That was the second time I left her crying by her pole.
Sunday morning Minnie was to be allowed upstairs for the first time. It was Mandy's turn to share my bed that previous night and she liked to cuddle and have me play with her hair when I awoke, followed by breakfast in bed just for the two of us, served by Katherine or Sarah when I called for it.
Mandy was full of questions as were Sarah and Katherine, they all being excited about Minnie being allowed upstairs. This too pleased me greatly; I made an exception and we all had breakfast in bed together.
I answered their questions; implemented most of their suggestions, then gave them their instructions, receiving many hugs and kisses. Afterwards, Mandy and I showered together while Katherine and Sarah had their showers, dressed and waited for us in the library.
I sent Sarah to bring Minnie upstairs, while I waited in the library, sitting in my favorite chair, my feet on the matching ottoman.
Katherine and Mandy met them at the top of the stairs and then escorted Minnie to their bathroom and dressing room to get her presentable for my viewing.
From the beginning, Minnie was given a toothbrush, toothpaste, dental floss, antiseptic mouthwash and castile soap for her personal needs.
Now Minnie was given shampoo and conditioner and allowed a cold shower. Next she was given a full body wax and is told that I will allow her to shave her armpits and legs.
Minnie covered her mouth during the wax, tears running down her face; how the tables are turned! Minnie always kept her public hair full, but trimmed and shaped; shaved vaginas were for slaves. . . need I say more?
One Saturday, during our household meeting, Katherine told me that Minnie hated needles and that was why she never wears earrings or had her ears pierced. Each of my beautiful girls was given a gift of an identical pair of 18-karat gold hoop earrings. The earrings are a symbol of their bondage and they are required to wear them except when showering or sleeping.
They share a communal jewelry chest that is located on the second floor in a bedroom room I converted into a dressing room; complete with floor to ceiling mirrors, and a walk- in -closet. The closet contains identical items of clothing in each of the girl's sizes, including Minnie's. The room also has vanity tables and chairs.
The antique jewelry chest is the size of a large chest of drawers. It is filled exclusively with sterling silver jewelry, earrings, bracelets, necklaces, pins, broaches and hair accessories: combs and barrettes.
The chest contains just about every semi-precious stone available: turquoise, ambers, garnets, amethysts, and onyx: lapis lazuli, tanzanite, sapphires and citrines: tourmaline and spinals, corals, jade, carnelian, jasper and aquamarine, to name a few and illustrate the variety the chest contains.
They enjoy dressing and modeling for me, as I delight in watching them. Having two or three beautiful female companions, while out in public, regardless of the activity shared is most gratifying. Even at home on most nights we dress for dinner and eat in my formal dining room; they may make a selection of jewelry from the chest to go with their ensemble.
I make time for these life's pleasures, they follow their schedule, help each other out and get along like sisters; sisters in bondage, but sisters; As I have said before, I have my own methods.
This Sunday morning, Minnie will not have her ears pierced. Katherine will perform the procedure; Minnie will have her vertical clitoral hood pierced for an 18-karat ball closure ring; all my girls wear one. Minnie fainted twice during the procedure and the girls teased her about it.
When Minnie gained her composure, and stopped crying, they had her stand in front of the full-length mirror in their dressing room. They showed her their gold closure rings, then hugged and congratulated her, they being proud of theirs.
Masters and Mistresses of the Sanctorum have offered me millions for Minnie. Many of them are cruel taskmasters. Some Mistresses offering to purchase her are formal rivals jealous of her beauty. They would abuse and degrade her for no other reason then they can, the atrocities they would heap upon her. .
To other Dominants, Minnie is merely a novelty, a status symbol to amuse themselves and then discard. She could be sold or traded multiple times, the temperament of her new owner, the luck of the draw. Fortunately most Masters and Grand Masters are of my vein. We work diligently to sanction, purge or if necessary, terminate these undesirables.
In my opinion Minnie used her crop far too freely on Mandy and Katherine, and then she mostly ignored them in her quest to become Grand Mistress. Those two months alone in the basement gave her much to think about, as well as myself.
Princess has been my slave the longest and knows my mind. I telling her that I was disappointed in her and telling her I expected better of her, no doubt hurt her more then the belt. Sarah loves me as I love her. My Katherine. . . my Mandy, our house would be empty without them. In the short time I have owned them, I have grown to love them as well, but each in different way then Sarah; I can't put it into words and I pride myself in logic and reason.
I have known Minnie the longest; first as Minerva, who I met at her dance school after my acrimonious divorce; then as my dance partner; we won many competitions together; Finally as Mistress Minerva of the Sanctorum; my salvation and blessing. Minerva was my marvelous teacher, my mentor and part time lover. Minerva, I loved from the first. How foolish, how weak and damn obstinate. . . .
Yet, a Master I remain with responsibility to the Sanctorum and the women that I love. This is the life we chose, Minnie and I. We are of the Sanctorum. We must play our parts; until death do us part. I will keep my word to former Grand Mistress Maude and Grand Master Arthur. I will work with him to secure the values of the Sanctorum.
After awhile there was a knock on the library door, "Come in ladies" I answered in response to the knock. Katherine slid the double pocket doors open and entered the room first in a beautiful sea green dress, her hair and makeup done to perfection. She had selected a silver and green tourmaline bracelet, ring, and chain with a heart shaped pendant to go with the dress. Next was Mandy in the identical dress in pale blue, choosing lapis lazuli for her stone; hair and make-up perfect.
Then my Sarah in a pale rose version, her hair up in a French twist with two silver and red garnet hair combs and a red garnet bracelet, make-up, perfect; blood red lipstick, luscious. Minnie entered last, naked and collared. Her red hair freshly washed and her face scrubbed, pink and glowing with health.
While confined to the basement, and per my instructions, the girls saw to it that she received good healthy meals and multiple vitamin/ mineral supplements as well as requiring Minnie to do her stretching and exercises, most times doing them with her.
As they each entered, they assumed the position, in a neat row, right to left, all four girls barefoot. "You may heel ladies"
I put my coffee cup on the coaster, got up from the chair and walked to Katherine. "You may stand Katherine my dear and I must say you look lovely" Katherine put her arms around my neck and kissed my mouth. "Thank you Michael" She replied smiling, followed by my arms around her waist and then kissing her mouth, as she tried to speak "If you want". . . .
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" "I was rather busy and my mind was elsewhere. " I said, Kiss. Putting her hand in over of my mouth, "I said if you want your lunch on time you have to let me go to set the table. " Katherine repeated, laughing.
"Mandy" I said offering her my hand, helping her stand. "That color brings out your blue eyes, my little peach" "Is my shirt pressed, my black shoes shined; my suit laid out?" " Have you chosen a tie for me?" I asked. "I'm not telling you. " she said, pouting "Why won't you tell me?" "Because you have not kissed me yet" she answered. "I already kissed you earlier, peaches, you were with me all last night. " "That does not count. " Mandy replied. "I vote with Mandy" Sarah added. "See, it's two against one, Master you lose!"
"Well then Mandy. . . . Princes, we will see about that.
"Minnie you may stand. " Minnie put her hand to the base of her throat, a gesture that I first taught Sarah, then the other girls, requesting permission to speak. "No you may not speak. " "Put your hands behind your head. " "Very nice, leave them there" I walked around her, looking at her from all angles. Cupping her breasts and stroking them, feeling her nipples grow hard, I said, "My magnificent Minnie" "Your breasts are as I remember them; round, firm and perfect. " "Spread your legs for your Master. "
I stroked her smooth hairless vagina commenting, "I like it better this way. "
" Do you remember your little joke, when you shaved me. " "You said that you didn't want hair in your mouth when you went down on me. " "When it was your turn, you refused to let me shave you saying only female slaves were shaved. " "I was a good sport about it. " "I now prefer it that way"
"It is shaved again "My girls prefer it that way.
Feeling her wetness, I commented, "I do not recall you being so easily aroused Minnie, it must be your closure ring. " I added, stroking her vagina, parting her lips. . . . touching her clitoris. "You know my dear, you have a beautiful pussy. " "Luscious and plump, meant to be stroked and probed. " "Assume the position"
I continued stroking her clitoris, feeling her juices flow, aroused at my touch. " "A most vulnerable position, don't you agree. "? "I could enter you right now my girl, or I could use the crop on your exposed bottom. " "I still have yours. " I added, removing her crop from my inner robe pocket.
"As I recall, you were quite fond of using it on your girls for any reason.
"On the night that the Sanctorum returned you to me, I told you that you would have to earn the right to serve me. " "The fact that you forgave Sarah was your first step. " "Your humility makes you the girl's equal now. " "You are no longer their servants. " "You will work beside them and learn.
"I will take you into my confidence again. " "You will not repeat this to the other girls, although. I am sure that they know it. " "You are the most beautiful of my girls. " " "In fact, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever known. " "My girls are not jealous of one another and I love them for that. "
"I have been thinking much of you these past months Minerva. " "How foolish, how weak and damn obstinate. . . . prideful. . . asinine and obtuse, we both were, Master, Mistress.
" I have a responsibility to uphold the values of the Sanctorum. " "Order and discipline will be maintained in my household. " "You know the absolute importance of this having been a Mistress. " "I have a duty to the welfare of my girls; in return for their loyalty, and obedience. . . . their love. "
"Now for your betrayal.
"Stand and face your Master" "You have beautiful eyes, beautiful emerald green eyes and I never told you just how beautiful I thought they were. " "I should have told you long before this. " Closing mine, I gently ran my hands through her short red hair, then caressed her face, neck; moving to her shoulders, down her back to her trim waist, stopping at her shapely ass and squeezing it lightly. I moved back up, caressing and stroking, until I again was holding her face in my hands. Sighing with pleasure, I opened my eyes and kissed her beautiful face.
Minnie reached up and touched her cheek where I kissed her looking down. I could see her bottom lip quiver if she wanted to say something, or was about to cry, but she quickly mastered her emotions and looked up.
"You have permission to speak.
"May I kiss you Master?" Minnie asked sweetly. "You certainly may. " I answered, crossing my arms, guessing what would come next. "I've changed my mind. " "I don't think I shall. " Minnie said, tossing her head, as she used too when her hair was long. "May I be dismissed Master, I have my duties to perform?"
"You may address me as Michael. " "After all, we do have a history together.
"I will certainly do so if you order me to, Master. "
"You are dismissed Minnie. " Sarah is probably in the kitchen. " Just as she reached the door, I said " And Minnie. " "Yes Master" she said stopping and turning to look at me. "You are welcome. "
. " Minnie continued walking, swearing under her breath, in Gaelic, a language that she was most fluent being Irish on her mother's side and taught to her on grandmother's knee. "Minnie!". . . . .
I knew from the start how obstinate she could be. . . and impertinent if given the chance to speak freely when we were alone. I took it for granted that Minnie knew better to be impertinent in front of the girls. I also knew in my heart she would eventually come around. If she hated me, she would have told me so in no uncertain terms.
Minnie always enjoyed making love to me as a free woman, but now, Minnie will never beg for sex, no matter how much she wants it. I can just take her if I desire, but I do not want her that way. Minnie will figure a way around it to save what dignity she has left. . . . when she is comfortable with her new found title: slave, and when she is ready.
Approximately seven months into her sentence was another turning point for her.
I made it a point to kiss her every morning and evening. When I walked by her, I often touched her, my hands lingering most intimately. Minnie never returned my kisses or my touches, although I could tell she enjoyed them. Minnie always addressed me as Master.
The turning point came on a hot Friday afternoon in June. Katherine and Mandy were at work. Katherine would be home at her regular time.
It was the wedding season and Mandy's Salon, my Salon was booked late into the evenings for women and girls getting their hair styled for upcoming weddings. Mandy would not be home until 8:00 PM. It was money in my pocket, but it was not as if I needed it; I was now much wealthier then before. Grand Master Arthur was true to his word when he told me, "the fifty will remember your generosity. " Grand Master Arthur introduced me to people and allowed me to invest in private ventures that allowed me to increase my wealth five-fold.
Sarah and Minnie were canning blueberries in the kitchen.
Minnie was in the kitchen, taking them out of the baskets and washing them, putting them into colanders to drain and then be sorted for spoils; finally to be put into large bowls. The counters and kitchen table, kitchen chairs were covered with huge bowls of fresh blueberries, waiting for Sarah to show Minnie the next step in the process.
I was outside splitting wood for my fireplaces and wood stove. Our central air was down; I had it apart earlier that morning trying to fix it, but the compressor was shot. I called the manufacturer's 1-800 number and ordered the part; it would be delivered Monday. I had a load of small logs delivered the day before and was enjoying my workout. The temperature was in the high eighties and it was very muggy.
I was stripped to the waist and perspiring heavily with the good sweat of manual labor. Minnie was in and out of the house replenishing my pitcher of ice water with fresh ice and checking frequently to make sure the water was fresh and cold. I did not ask her to do this, I generally drank from the hose; I am not complaining, I am pleased with her thoughtfulness.
At one point I heard a scream, followed by a crash. I dropped my splitting maul and ran into the house to see if she was hurt. I found Minnie sitting on the floor
in a pile of spilled, and now squashed blueberries.
Today because of the oppressive heat, all she was wearing to wash berries was an apron.
There were blueberries everywhere and empty overturned bowls littering floor. Bowls were overturned on the counter; but it gets better, the kitchen faucet was broken at the base; water was shooting up to the ceiling, splashing, then running down the walls, spilling over the counters onto the floor; I was trampling blueberries trying to get to her. Moving the overturned chair she was standing on before she fell, I knelt beside her in the mashed blueberries.
"Minerva, are you hurt?" "I'm fine, look at the mess I just made. " "Are you sure you are not hurt?" "I'm fine, it was an accident. " Helping her to her feet, and trying not to laugh, I asked "What were you doing standing on a chair when there is a step-stool in the pantry?" "I was trying to get a bowl down. " Minnie answered, looking down. "It was heavy and my hands were wet. " "It slipped out of my hands, and when I tired to catch it I fell and broke our sink.
I squatted to reach underneath the sink and turn off the water at the shut off valve; the handle broke off at the stem when I tried to force it.
Getting up, I turned and saw that Minnie had taken off her ruined apron and was now trying to reach a spilled bowl of berries that ended up under the table; she slipped on the mess on the floor, landing on her stomach; now she was covered front and back, the berries staining her beautiful smooth skin, swearing under her breath in Gaelic.
I started laughing and couldn't stop. "Stop laughing at me. " "This is not at all funny. " "I have to clean this mess. She added, her eyes flashing with anger.
"Yes, you. . . . ha, ha, I, ha, ha. . .
Minnie came up behind me, her hands full of squashed blueberries and smashed them on my shoulders, pushing her hands up my neck into my hair. I turned to her in disbelief. Smiling, Minnie reached for my face with her slender hands full of berries and rubbed them on my cheeks, painting my mouth, neck and chest with berry juice and pulp as if I were her canvas.
Minnie reached down for more, this time rubbing the blueberries on her mouth, neck and breasts; fascinated, all I could do was watch.
Putting her arms around my neck, Minnie gave me a deep, lingering kiss, tasting like blueberries.
"I asked you for your permission. " You certainly did not. " I replied. "I most certainly did. " "When did you ask permission to kiss me?" "The day you first brought me upstairs to the library. " "That was over five months ago. " I replied. "Do you withdraw your permission for me to kiss you, Master?"
"That depends, do you wish to kiss me again Minnie?" "I don't believe I shall. " She answered, saucily. "Now you are being impertinent, you are certain to get the belt. " "You gave me a choice to kiss or not kiss you, therefore I have tacit approval. " She retorted. "Good point" I admitted.
You also gave me permission to speak freely without fear of punishment, and to date, you have not withdrawn that either.
"I most definitely did not at any time, five months, or five minutes ago give you permission to cover me with blueberries; what say you to that?"
"I have changed my mind, I want to kiss you again, Michael. " "What about the blueberries, Minerva?" "I will lick and kiss them off of you. "
I put my arms around her waist. Minnie put her arms around my neck and started kissing and licking my neck and face. Before she could get to the rest of me, I remembered the geyser from the sink. "Do you want to make love to me Minerva?"
"Yes, Thank you for asking Master. " "You are welcome Minnie. " I said kissing and licking her breasts, tasting the blueberries.
"But first I have to take care of something. " I said letting go of her and walking to the sink. "The handle on the shut off valve broke off. " "There, that should work. " I said, as I placed a large, heavy ceramic bowl over the broken faucet diverting the water into the sink. "But.
As I was writing the note, Minnie reached around my waist and pushed two handfuls of blueberries down the front of my pants, then ran upstairs, laughing. As I was finishing the note, I heard my truck pull up by the back porch. I quickly ran to the top of the stairs, then stopped to listen, counting to myself "1. . . 2. . . . 3.
"You may consider yourself on furlough starting now until tomorrow, Saturday, June18, 2005 at 11:59 PM, Eastern Standard Time. " "This evening you will be allowed to share my bed. " "This will be contingent of course on you being able to read my mind. "
"May I shower with you Michael. . . before we make love?"
"Of course you may, it will be my pleasure, and I hope yours as well.
"Before we shower may I ask you a question?" "Ask away?"
"May I help Sarah clean the kitchen first?" "My dear Minnie, not only may you, I will help as well. " "The sooner the mess is clean, the sooner we shall shower. " "Thank you Michael?" "You are welcome. "
We made short work of the kitchen. I went downstairs to shut the water off in the basement. There is a second shut off valve in the basement just below the kitchen sink; I planned on installing a new faucet assembly the next day.
We took a long tepid shower together, soaping each other down, washing and conditioning each other's hair, and toweling one another off.
Minnie went down on me in the bedroom, licking and sucking my penis, taking my balls into her mouth, something my other girls had never done, and something I never had experienced; this trick would remain Minnie's. I came in her mouth and she swallowed all of my semen, and then licked me clean. In the past, I always wore a condom; This time, I didn't think of it, and she did not ask for one. I returned the favor, going down on her now bald snatch. Much like Mandy.
Minnie was all over the bed, as I licked and sucked with my lips and tongue, with a new twist, my finger in her ass applying opposite pressure: she came, and she came in waves: not only was my face wet from her juices, so were the sheets, we had to change them before our nap together; We slept until 8:00PM. Then we dressed and went downstairs.
When I said we dressed, and I use the term loosely, all Minnie was wearing one of my white sleeveless tee shirts that were much too large for her falling down past her hips.
Katherine and Sarah were waiting on the back patio in their panties and woman's sleeveless tees. We all sat outside drinking homemade Sangria waiting for Mandy to arrive with the Chinese that we were having for our late dinner.
Being on furlough, Minnie was allowed a few glasses of Sangria as well; Between wine and dinner. Minnie became quite relaxed and talkative.
Minnie was quite animated when she described how she gave me
"blue balls" and everybody laughed. They brought a portable CD-Player outside and played the greatest hits from the 1960's, 1970's and 1980's. Soon they were up dancing with one another, mostly fast dances; the slow ones were for me, one girl at a time.
Minnie shared my bed that evening and I tried something on her that Katherine liked. Katherine likes it a little bit rough. I will pull her hair during intercourse, just as her orgasm is at its crest. Katherine also enjoys being taken in "the position", on the floor of my bedroom at the foot of the bed.
Katherine likes to receive anal sex in "the position" best. I will stroke and caress her pussy while I am performing anal sex with her, slapping her shapely ass with my hand until she comes. Katherine will clean my manhood with a washcloth afterwards, but not for vaginal sex; she loves the taste of our mingled juices; next she will perform oral sex on me and I will use her hair for my love reins to control her exuberance and guide her to suit my pleasure.
Katherine likes to masturbate when giving me head, and I allow her to play with herself until she comes a second time. None of my girls are allowed to masturbate without my permission. This is an absolute mandate and they will get the belt on Saturday morning for violating this mandate. They will achieve their orgasm by me or with my permission while I watch.
When I first acquired Katherine and Mandy, I suspected that one or the other; possibly both might be bisexual. And my suspicions were correct. They are both highly sexed women needing an outlet for their sexuality. I have no problem with this; it rather turns me on.
They also have a need to be dominated and will live within the rules of my household. Like masturbation, girl on girl sex is forbidden without my permission. The forbidden fruit is much more sweet when withheld.
I believe that I mentioned " orgies during the day". That is something that I reserve for the three of us, Mandy, Katherine and myself.
Sarah told me in private that she would rather not participate; nothing would be gained by forcing her because she is obedient, compliant and affectionate in all other things. I also doubt that Minnie would be much interested with sex with women, although her past behavior in the kitchen and the bedroom does leave a touch of doubt.
Minnie has never been one to be spontaneous; her behavior in the kitchen was a wonderful surprise. In fact she was quite reserved. In the past, before, we had intercourse, she always went in the bathroom, closing the door for privacy in order to get ready, she said to fix her makeup, hair etc. . . . In retrospect; It is likely that she had to apply some type of lube such as KY-Jelly to facilitate intercourse and we always used a condom.
I wonder if she was holding back or even faking her orgasms in some cases. I do not remember her being so wet before, during or after intercourse.
I believe to some degree in her quest for wealth and power, she suppressed her sexuality or had trouble sharing it with .
