She Got What She Asked For Ch. 04

Slave M and Slave G Together

As you can most likely imagine, putting the two slaves together in one room was going to present some problems. Slave m was used to getting herself off as well as receiving an occasional fucking from me. Now they would have each other to play with and I would have divide my time between them, or play with them together as a threesome. The first night when m and g where alone together it was quite intolerable as their appetites for one another were insatiable.

I had taken slave g twice on my bed after her shaving, while m patiently looked on, jealously I might add, although I wasn't sure if she was envious of g or me. Quite honestly it didn't matter as they were both now my property to do with as I wished. I promised slave g that she would be starting her duties as slave m had, in the kitchens, which upset her. I also told her that the next day the same artist that placed my family crest on slave m would be doing the same to her.

I think the reality of being a lifelong slave to me was starting to sink in as the ink did, the next day. I had Anna bring all of g's belongings to me that day, and had them destroyed. No slave of mine would be in possession of anything material. Slave g was sad to know that everything she once owned was now gone, but such was the life of a slave.

As the tattoo artist finished his work the two slaves were comparing their identical markings. There were shared giggles, and laughter which I quickly put a stop to. Anna dragged both Slave m and g to the kitchens. As m was familiar with what her duties were there, she would be in charge of g for the time being. I always read that having a hierarchy among servants was always a good thing as it promoted good behavior.

The job of shaving two slaves was now way too much for Anna, so I arranged to have a specialist come in and remove all their hair permanently. This did not sit well with slave g, her golden frock of tresses so recently shaved although slave m was delighted that she wouldn't have to undergo the shaving continuously. Anna was also relieved and in a private moment, thanked me personally for the service being performed.

I hadn't altogether forgotten about the club that I promised to lend slave m to and set about contacting Werner about arranging it. He was overjoyed at the idea of introducing slave m to the club and guaranteed that no permanent harm would come to her. Now that I had the two slaves it might be easier to part with one for a few days, which, in the end, the arrangement entailed. I also told him about acquiring Gretchen as my new slave g, and he was somewhat shocked at this news. Apparently, being a small local community, he new Gretchen from school. He was anxious to make a similar arrangement with g but I had told him the slave was too fresh to be lent out at this time.

Slave g's first few days in the kitchen were a torture for her as she was newly naked in front of her former coworkers. The same rules applied to g as did with m, no touching but plenty of humiliation. G was subject to all the same humiliations that m was, even the lunch time masturbation. I was privy to a showing as I was passing through one day, and it was quite the spectacle, with slave g turning every shade of red imaginable. I also noticed that slave m was participating in the humiliation which I was happy to see, although I swore I saw some pangs of envy in her eyes, as g struggled to cope with the continuous jeering.

At night they both would come back filthy and reeking of the kitchen as Anna led them to their room. I was going to have to put a door on that little annex as the smell emanating from their little nook was overpowering. Between their filthy bodies, their sexual excretions and the smell of their sweating asses, I was having trouble sleeping. I was going to have to make other sleeping arrangements for them.

The following day the hair removal specialist was coming in from Munich to get started on them. Using a new technique involving lasers, she would greatly reduce the number of treatments each would have to receive. I instructed her to start with m as she was going to more cooperative. I watched for a little while as the freshly bathed m was depilated. The little blue light laser worked over her scalp, methodically, but soon I lost interest and decided to entertain slave g for a while.

Retrieving her from the kitchen, much to the disappointment of the staff, I led her outside. Being in the outdoors naked was something that slave g was not used to and she was holding herself tightly as we walked.

"Walk naturally slave, it's warm and there's nothing to hide your nakedness anymore, you will always be so." G smiled up at me, and slowly dropped her arms to her side as we walked into the forest. The ground was covered in thick moss which cushioned our steps. Slave g was most appreciative of this as her feet had not yet become accustomed to being bare all the time. We came to a small stream with a waterfall and I thought it might be nice to have a clean slave to play with, at least to start. "Go wash yourself under the waterfall slave." I instructed.

The scene was beautiful all by itself, but add a hairless, snow skinned nymph, and it was idyllic. She squealed a little from the coldness of the water. All the streams here are mountain fed, so the water is chilled. When she returned to me she was beaded with drops of water and I couldn't resist a second longer.

I snatched her into my arms and kissed her roughly, there was no resistance. She shivered from the cold slightly so I rubbed her skin until she was warm, then laid her over my lap. She had not yet been spanked by me and this was to be an education for her. "This should warm you up my little nymph." I struck her luscious bottom twenty times. By the end of them she was no longer crying out, but moaning. "You see how a good spanking can be, almost fun wasn't it?" She nodded, but still rubbed her cheeks, which were reddened but not marked.

I had her kneel on all fours facing the waterfall, and entered her from behind. The sudden nature of my entry caused her to yelp, but soon she was pushing back against me to meet my thrusts. I could sense she was getting close to her peak as I came violently inside her, pulling out roughly, my seed spilling from her.

She groaned as she had not been satisfied, deliberately I might add. I gave her a strong swat on her thigh which brought her back to her senses. "Your pleasure is not important as it compares to mine slave g, remember that." She meekly looked at me through her lashes and nodded.

Upon arriving back at the castle I harshly dumped slave g back in the kitchen telling them to work her hard, she had disappointed me. I didn't see m anywhere so I assumed that she was still being depilated upstairs.

I arrived in my chambers to find the specialist just packing up. She was happy to report that the first of three treatments for m was complete. She would return the following morning for slave g. The bad news was that I would have to allow what hair was going to grow on m to grow without shaving as she would need to see what remained in a week or so. I didn't like the idea of a stubbly slave, but if this was the price of permanent hairlessness then so be it.

Slave m's skin was reddened by the treatment, but she had said it was not sore and that she was excited to be hairless forever. I smiled and stroked her rubbery head, surprised at how warm it felt. I was assured that the redness would fade by the next day. I was paying this specialist three times her normal rate to make house calls, so she was at my disposal for as long as need be. I reminded Anna that there would be no more shaving the slaves, explaining the reason. She seemed overjoyed by the news.

I called Werner at the club and told him that he could expect slave m tomorrow afternoon. She would be delivered personally by me, naked as requested. I wondered just exactly he had planned for her, but as long as no harm came to her, I was fine with it. I spoke with m about her upcoming commitment and she was suddenly terrified.

"I have to go stay with that horrible little man!" She yelled. I gave her a smack in the mouth, chiding her for her lack of respect.

"I think I have been entirely too tolerant of you lately, slave m. I will not tolerate being spoken to in that manner by one of my slaves!" I took her by the arm and pulled her through the house and out into the garden. She knew where we were going by the look in her eyes. As we approached the old wooden door, she began to struggle. "Will you hold still m!" I yelled. She immediately stopped her fighting, and began sobbing instead. I opened the old door to my grandfathers dungeon and pushed m in front of me into the darkness. I lit one of the old lanterns and pulled her over to the old cross that was now slung with spiders webs. The manacles were placed on m's wrists, the sobs now building into a full on cry.

"Did you think that I would allow you, my slave, to yell at me, regardless of what I was asking you to do?" I slapped her hard on the side of her breast. The strike was so hard that her crying stopped immediately and was replaced with a look of shock. "You will obey me in all things, is that understood slave?"

"Yes Sir." She mumbled, her eyes now searching the floor.

"What!"

"Yes Sir!" She yelled, I smiled at her enthusiasm. Leaving her manacled on the cross in this dreary place would probably have been enough, but I wanted to leave her with something to remind her of her transgression. I gathered an old quirt from the workbench, and slapped my palm with a few times as I approached her. I had never used anything but an open palm in my punishments before this, and the sight of me with this tool frightened her. I moved the leather patch on the end to her mouth.

"Kiss the crop m, kiss it before it kisses you." She ever so gently placed her lips against the business end of the quirt and kissed it, twice. "Impressive slave." I smiled, now prepare yourself. I didn't want to hurt her, only wake her up. I gave a few sharp snaps to her breasts with had her writhing to get out of the way. I was devious though and kept changing the direction in which the blows would land. I then placed the crop against her hairless vulva and tapped a couple of times lightly, her eyes grew as wide as saucers. One quick snap of the tip over her clitoris had her jump, rattling the manacles on her. I repeated the gesture a couple of times, observing her face. She was getting aroused. Well, no harm in that. I increased the intensity of the blows until she was moaning in a passionate plea, and pushing her sex lewdly towards me. I could smell her aroma as she longed for each snap of it. "I think you are getting entirely too much pleasure from this treatment, slave m." She smiled wickedly, as she peered at me through her lashes, the only hair she was allowed to keep.

I continued until I knew she was just about to have her little orgasm, gasping and moaning. There was one final snap, much harder than the others, which I thought would end her little display of sexual arousal, but it had exactly the opposite effect. Her instant gasp was followed by an intense shudder that rocked her from the middle out, her mouth gaping in an elongated "O" which could only make me smile. She was a pain pig. "So slave m, where are you going tomorrow?" I quizzed, as I released her from the cross.

"To your friend Werner's club." I patted her on her dome.

"And what are you going to do when you get there slave m?" I looked her square in the eyes, something she was not accustomed to.

"Anything he likes?" She meekly questioned her own answer.

"That is correct my slave, he may do anything he likes as long as you are not hurt." She smiled that I had allowed her at least that protection. As we strolled back to the castle, I had her grab slave g from the kitchen and bring her along, saving Anna the trouble. "You know..." as we arrived in my chambers. "I am going to have to come up with some different sleeping arrangements for the two of you."

"You will not separate us Sir?" Asked slave m, being careful not to sound impertinent.

"No, you may sleep together, it's just the noise and the smell girls. I'm finding it hard to sleep." They giggled and upon my excusing them, made their way to their little love shack. Immediately they began telling each other of their exploits during the day, and it was all a bit much for me, so I wandered over to the other end of the castle, as I had an idea.

At the far end of a small gallery there was an old solarium that afforded a view of the entire front garden. The glass was a continuous dome that was to the floor and I wondered why I hadn't made more use of it. As I walked in, I was surrounded by light that made me feel altogether on display. It was perfect. Only the one wall of this room was paneling, and that would be where their bed would be. There would be no furniture, nothing to impede the view of onlookers. I took a stroll outside to see the view from there and it would be as though they were sleeping outside. They would have absolutely not one private moment that could not be observed altogether from anywhere in the front of the castle.

I spoke with Anna about this arrangement, and she assured me that the entire thing could be completed by the end of the following day. There was to be a tall bed frame that elevated the bed a full three feet off the floor, but there would be no bedding and no luxury, only a bare mattress, as they had now. This was going to be exquisite oubliette.

I took the pleasure of taking each of the girls from behind that night as they lined up, hip to hip. Each was jealously jostling the other as we fucked to dislodge my penis from the other, and as they did I would switch slaves. This game went on for a little while until I grabbed slave g and finished inside her, pumping my seed deep into her well. M of course was jealous, but as I moved to leave she was eagerly lapping up my spunk from g's cunt. I didn't tell them of the change in their sleeping quarters, that would be a surprise, at least for slave g, for slave m would be missing for a while.

The morning brought the arrival of the skin specialist to work on slave g. I warned her to give the woman no trouble, and instructed Anna to supervise, at least until she was sure that g would be no problem. Both m and g had already been bathed by the time I arose. After a full breakfast I made it known to the staff that slave m would be gone for a couple of days, and to no expect her help in g's training.

Slave M and the club

The master had never taken me anywhere since my arrival to his castle so many months ago, so it was a little bit shocking to be leaving. This was especially true as I was sitting in the front seat of his Bentley completely naked. I did my best to cover myself up but it was useless as the windows in that car were enormously high. This afforded anyone driving by a view to my naked breasts at least. Derek was amused by this. I do still think of him as my Derek, even though I would never think of using his name anymore, out loud anyway.

"Are you nervous?" He asked me, I think in jest, as how could I not be.

"Of course I am nervous Sir." He patted my naked thigh on the crest tattoo that I so hated. I hated it because it was so ugly, not because it was his mark on me. I wanted that. But this was his crest and so I was content with it. Why couldn't it have been a bird soaring into a sunset, or something a little less stark. Anyway, that was done, and there was nothing to be said further on the subject.

"Werner has promised me that you will be unharmed, but that you will be humiliated beyond your wildest imaginings." Well, that made me feel better. I wonder what humiliations that I have not already experienced, could be that far beyond what I could dream up. I shuddered for an instant at that thought. The night in the slaughter pen came to mind, when I had been completely covered head to toe in mud, shit and piss. That was fairly humiliating. Or the first time I had my head shaved bald, that was right up there.

We were entering the town now, and at each intersection more and more people were treated to views of my nakedness. You would think I would be used to this by now, but deep down, this was so different. Men would gawk in the window, and chuckle at my predicament while women would turn up their noses in disgust. Forget about being humiliated at the club, this was doing the trick right now.

As we arrived at the front entrance to the club I began to get very nervous indeed. Would I paraded right in the front door. I was relieved when Derek pulled down a small alleyway that ran along the side of the building.

"Do not disappoint me Amanda." Those were the last words out of my Master's mouth as I exited the car.

"Amanda?" I thought. He hasn't called me anything but m or Mandy in months, now its Amanda? What is this man up to, and what has he given Werner permission to do to me. "Oh brother, what am I into." I muttered under my breath. Suddenly Derek backed the Bentley out of the drive and I was left standing there, naked. He waved as he pulled away and that was that.

I wandered up and down this damned driveway for what seemed like a half hour, trying to hide from people as they passed by. There was a door at the very rear of the club, but it was locked, so I simply slumped down against it. Being naked for me was no big deal, I hadn't worn clothes in, well, in a long time. This was so, so different. I wasn't in the castle for one, and I was alone in strange town for another, naked in an alley. I thought Derek promised I wouldn't be hurt. What if some guy stumbled down this alley and raped me, or worse.

Suddenly there was pressure against my back as I felt the door being opened. I jumped to my feet, not knowing what to expect.

"M!" There stood Werner, a little shocked that I was so startled. "How long have you been out here?" He asked concerned.

"A while, at least thirty minutes." I whined.

"Didn't the Baron tell you to knock on the door?" He held the metal fire door open wider so that I could move past him into the building.

"No, he didn't" I seemed a little annoyed, mainly because I was.

"Come with me, anyway, I have some things to discuss with you." He led me down a dark corridor and into a small seedy office, barely big enough for his desk and the two of us to sit. "Please." He gestured for me to sit. "I am glad the Baron brought you in this way, naked." He chuckled. "It is better that you know that there is nothing to hide you." I looked a little uninterested. "You are a beautiful girl Amanda, even hairless as you are. Some may say that you are even more beautiful because you are hairless." Okay, so he had my attention. "I, am one of those people. I find your lack of any covering at all extraordinarily erotic. This is why I wanted you for my club." He shuffled through some papers, and found at last what he was looking for.

"What exactly am I going to be doing here." I asked, in a somewhat concerned manner.

"That's just it my girl, anything and everything my clients want." My eyes were suddenly quite open, and he most certainly had my attention now.

"Anything?" I sounded a little frightened.

"Each person that will be afforded the luxury of using you, will know the limits, so there is no danger of you being hurt. You must however, do everything they want without question." He handed me a short list of things that were off limits. "Each player will be given a list of these limits and will be responsible for knowing them and abiding by them, or they will not be invited back.

1. No breaking of the skin, where blood is drawn

2. No burning or branding

3. No damage to mouth or teeth