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Authors: Caroline Jane Wetherby

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He was also getting aroused by eating in the presence of two
such beautiful women, especially since they were both dressed in such clinging
and revealing dresses. None-the-less, there were subtle differences between
them distinguishing the employer and the employee. Even through his feeling of
dislocation he still noticed that Sylvie hardly ever initiated a conversation
and usually followed up the themes and subjects that Caroline started. It was
strange that despite this clear hierarchy they were very gentle with each other
and sometimes seemed much more like lovers. This became even more so during the
last course when they were feeding each other with strawberries; putting them
into each other’s mouths; and then one holding a glass for the other to drink.

‘Oh look – poor Andrew feels left out.’

‘No-no I don’t mind...’

‘Yes he does.’

‘Feed him Sylvie – see if you
can tempt him a little.’

To Andrew it was unclear what
he was being tempted with, the soft fruit that first pushed onto his lips and
then pulled away again, or the bright eyes and almost laughing mouth that
filled his vision.

‘Go on Sylvie - tempt him properly – he’s only a boy.’

Sylvie came closer, pushed the strawberry into her cleavage,
and proffered the fruit in its rounded setting for Andrew to eat. He wasn’t as
embarrassed as he was sure he should be.

‘Make sure you lick her clean – you shouldn’t leave
strawberry and sugar on a girl’s breasts should you?’

‘That was good Andrew,’ Sylvie said softly. ‘Would you like
another one?’

‘He would. But first we must
all have a drink together to celebrate Andrew’s first meal with us.’ Caroline
filled a big glass, drank a sip and proffered the glass to Sylvie who also took
a sip, and popped out her tongue to meet that of Caroline. For a long minute
Andrew was mesmerised by the sight of these two women exchanging a lingering
kiss. Then...

‘You as well.‘ Caroline offered him the glass and he took a
sip not knowing what to expect next. Caroline also took a sip and moved her
face closer to his. He made to put his lips to meet hers, but laughing she
withdrew and it was Sylvie who pushed a small sugared strawberry into his mouth
with her own tongue, and for a brief fraction of time let him feel her soft
glossy lips on his own.

‘Welcome to your new life,’ he heard Caroline say gently.

‘You will really enjoy it,’
whispered Sylvie in his ear.

After dinner, the two glamorous women quickly cleared the
table. They worked with and round each other rather like an erotic dance. 

‘Stay there Andrew. We only have to clear these away to the
kitchen. Everybody else has gone home by now.’

Andrew was now even more disoriented, and since the two
women took opportunities to rub against him as they worked, he wasn’t
recovering very quickly.

‘Take the glasses into the Drawing Room, and what is left of
that bottle. Sylvie can bring another one.’

‘I’m not sure I can...’

‘Yes of course you can. You don’t have to get up early
tomorrow. You’re home now.’

Caroline walked to the large
double doors, turned towards him, tossed her blonde hair, and beckoned him to
follow her. He picked up the bottle and followed.

The drawing room was quiet, lit by soft lamps and a quietly
flickering log fire. There were soft, satin cushioned sofas arranged around the
hearth.

‘Put the tray down. Do you
think you can pour me the last of the wine? Come and sit here.’ She patted the
cushioned seat next to her. Clumsily he poured the last of the bottle into
Caroline’s large glass (he could tell which was hers because it showed the
signs of her red lip gloss – why when his mind was so woozy did he notice
that?)

He gave her the glass and sat down a distance from her silk
draped thighs.

‘You can come closer.’ Caroline moved herself up so she was
touching him, and the long slit in her dress showed even more of her thigh.

‘Drink with me again.’ She
pushed the glass just below his chin so he had to lower his head to take a sip.

‘That’s better.’ Caroline took a sip herself. Her left hand
brushed his head and stroked his hair.

‘Are you enjoying this?’ She put the glass down, and her
right hand moved gently over his crotch. He could hardly deny the answer.

‘Well yes, but I don’t understand...’

‘Shh.’ Her finger brushed his
lips and the areas he didn’t understand became a lot larger as Sylvie came into
the room. She wasn’t wearing what she had worn at dinner. Now she was nearly
naked, and what she was wearing only emphasised this...

‘Sylvie and I have a very
special relationship Andrew, as you can see!’

Sylvie was wearing silver six
inch heeled sandals which had little locks on the ankle straps. Around her neck
was the same slim silver collar which Andrew had noticed that afternoon, and
had just assumed to be costume jewellery, but now it had chains from each side
linked to locked silver cuffs in her wrists. Her platinum blonde hair was
looped up behind her head to show multiple loop earrings. Her large lips pouted
in the same colour silver-pink gloss she had worn at dinner, but now made her
whole face seem to shine up to her carefully lined eyes. Her upper eyes and
eyelids were also finished with silver and pink.

She came in carrying another
opened bottle of the sparkling wine, quickly knelt and placed the bottle on the
table, softly kissed Caroline’s knees, then with a little movement rubbed her large
pink tipped breasts against them, left breast to right knee, and right breast
to left knee. Then she stood and turned, pushing her soft bottom almost into Andrew’s
face. He saw an elaborate tattoo just above the cleft of her buttocks, at the
base of her spine. He could read in the ornate script,

SYLVIE

WAS MADE BY AND IS
THE SOLE PROPERTY OF

CAROLINE

JANE

CARAWAY

Almost before Andrew could
believe what was happening, the slave girl was shimmying out of the room. When
she got to the door she turned, and performed a complicated little curtsey,
involving showing off her chains, pushing her breasts forward (not that they
needed much more display) and blowing a kiss towards her owner. (Her owner!)

‘But..’ he began, but
Caroline’s finger against his lips stopped him. She kissed him lightly. He
could feel her breasts, which were even more remarkable than those of her slave
girl push against his flat chest. (Flat?) Why was he thinking like that!

The slave made another
entrance, bearing a small silver platter containing soft fruits and berries.
She knelt and placed it next to the glasses and wine.

He tried to speak again; again
Caroline’s finger and lips prevented him. Then Caroline gathered up her skirts
and moved away from and stood before the fire. She lifted her bare arms behind
her head, and looked back at the very confused and aroused boy. If the slave
girl was all soft and submissive sensuality, her mistress was sleeker, very
stylish, her figure even more sensational, her look one of command and
mischief!

‘Sylvie,’ she said, and the
slave girl also stood and moved towards her mistress. Caroline took her chains,
and the pair exchanged the same kind of elaborate kiss that Andrew had seen at
dinner, but was now even more overt and sensual. She pulled the girl round so
that Andrew could see them both side by side. They smiled at him.

‘Now,’ said Caroline and Sylvie
moved behind her and unclasped her mistress’s dress, helping it down over her
upper and lower body till it lay in a gleaming heap around her heels. The slave
knelt and bent down and kissed her owner’s feet. She placed her tongue on each
silver enamelled toenail, presenting her tattooed bottom towards Andrew. She
gathered up the dress and Caroline stepped clear of it, as she did so putting
up her hands and releasing her long blonde hair from the grips that had held it.
She stood, entirely and magnificently naked, holding her slaves chains and
smiling at Andrew!

Both women were hairless below
their heads, both had wide hips and prominent pubic mounds, both displayed
their naked and smooth sex with obvious satisfaction. Caroline however, still
wore her gold flowery necklace and elaborate clasp bracelet. Her figure was just
more defined and more dominating than that of the slave, her breasts larger,
her shoulders and hips wider, her waist (in proportion) narrower. Her pose was
effortless, commanding, and yet still beguiling and very sensual.

She was still smiling, and her slave rubbed against her, and
kissed her breasts lingeringly.

‘Poor Andrew, - he doesn’t know what to do!’ Caroline and
Sylvie both looked at him, laughing gently. Caroline walked over towards him.
He could not take his eyes away from her swaying hips and her naked sex.

She sat down beside him. He felt her finger and then her
lips on his.

Sylvie sat on the floor, curled
around her owners (?) legs.

‘We like playing sex games Andrew, but we have strict rules
in this house. We would love you to enjoy our games with us, but you will have
to follow the rules. Do you want to follow our rules?’

‘Ye...’ he started to say, but was again interrupted by the
finger and the soft glossy lips.

‘Don’t speak, just nod or shake your head.’

He nodded his head vigorously.

‘Good boy. The first rule we have is that sex should always
be used to give pleasure to more than one person. Do you agree with that rule,
Andrew?’

Again, he nodded vigorously.

‘The second rule is that we like three people to be
involved, for maximum pleasure.’

‘But...’, again the finger and the lips, and this time he
could feel the slave girls breasts sliding on his legs.

‘Do you agree with the second rule Andrew?’

What else could he do but nod, he was shaking with
excitement anyway.

‘And the third rule is that sex must always be prepared for,
because preparation and anticipation heighten the pleasure. Do you agree with
the third rule Andrew?’

He could only nod.

‘Good boy.’ Caroline kissed
him, for slightly longer this time. Why did the word ‘boy’ sound as though it
had a question mark after it?

‘Now we must prepare you, or rather this time Sylvie will
prepare you. You will enjoy that Sylvie won’t you?’

‘Oh yes please my mistress and owner,’ the slave girl
replied. It had the sound of a ritual response.

‘But first we had better ensure that you don’t enjoy it too
much, hadn’t we?’

‘Of course Mistress and Owner.’ The slave kissed Caroline’s
breasts while Caroline stroked her head.

‘Bring me the toy-box Sylvie.’

The slave rose to her feet, performed the same combined
curtsey and salute that she had demonstrated earlier, and left the room through
a door Andrew had not seen used before.

‘Now you will find out about preparation, and why it makes
everything so much more fun. Poor boy, you are shaking. Never mind you are
going to enjoy yourself, and us with you.’ Again she made the word ‘boy’ sound
almost like a question.  Her hand brushed briefly over his crotch. He started
and shook involuntarily.

‘Shhh ... it will be worth your
waiting. Now look at my little slave.’

Sylvie had come back into the
room, pushing a little trolley. She could have been a waitress in a very risqué
restaurant, but what was on the trolley was quite unlikely to have been shown
in a public place.

‘Good Girl. Now first... we don’t want you to trouble our
guest with your chatter. So...’  Caroline fitted a gag around her slaves head.
The red ball forced her mouth open and her lips apart.

‘Is it too tight dear?’ The slave shook her head. ‘As long
as it’s tight enough to stay in.’

Caroline kissed her slave
around the ball gag, and lovingly and lingeringly kissed the slaves breasts.
She turned her to show her off to Andrew, as though to display pride of ownership.
The slave responded under her hands, pushing her breasts forwards.

‘Now we had better make sure
you don’t go too far with our guest, or rather go too far too soon!’

Caroline took another harness
from the trolley, and with much stroking and caressing fitted what looked like
a tight thong around the girl’s lower abdomen. When she had finished, another
bright red ball showed between the slaves pussy lips. There were two brief
clicks as this fitting, like the gag in her mouth, was retained with a small
padlock. Caroline slid the key on a length of gold chain around her own neck,
where it hung between her breasts. She patted the slave on her bottom.

‘Now you can prepare our guest Sylvie. You know what we
designed?’

The slave girl nodded her response.

‘Good. Now Andrew, can you
still walk?’ She helped the boy to his feet. His lower garment stuck out in
front of him. ‘Don’t worry, Sylvie will be very gentle with you, and then bring
you back here. She is lovely isn’t she?’

He would have responded that the slave girl was amazingly
lovely and sexy in the firelight, but before he could speak a fresh raspberry
was pushed into his mouth, and another sip of the golden wine, and he received
a lingering soft-lipped kiss.

The slave girl took his hand
and lead him towards the door from which she had pushed the trolley. He could
still taste the raspberry and the sugar and the cream, and the delicate
aftertaste of the wine.

**************************

When, after what seemed a
time-out-of-time, Sylvie led him back, he was surprised to see that Caroline,
although still gloriously naked on the satin sofa, was wearing reading glasses,
and was studying a folder of what looked like glossy printed documents and
pictures. As the slave girl led her guest back to her, Caroline first looked
over the top of the reading glasses, then took them off and laid them down with
the folder.

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