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The Trails of Life 01

By: Beatnic_jazzman



I'd like to thank the various editors who attempted this, with special mention to Yoni, who edited the final six chapters.This is a collection of stories detailing the experience of an involuntary slave and his many Mistresses.



The Trails of Life 01



Forking through the food gave me something tangible to complain about, joining in the chorus of insults and speculation on its origins. It was a moment of camaraderie that raised my spirits a little.

It was a half hour before the bot came back and things started happening. First; the girls were called, then after another fifteen minutes, the five of us. Guided by the computer voice we were directed to another small room where I saw a live guard for the first time.

After checking the ID chips embedded in our wrists, we were handed blue collars to put on. The guard made some snide remark about me being the lucky one and laughed to himself as he returned to the front of the queue.

We were sent one by one across a little walkway. It wasn't till I took my turn that I saw the big screens at the back. One had my details displayed and the other was a video feed of me, currently showing a close up side view.

I made my way to the middle and stopped, surveying the sparse crowd clustered in the centre as I did my little twirl. Most of them were the oldsters I expected, but I spotted two younger faces in amongst the twenty or so gawking at me. I felt extremely conscious of my nudity but there was nothing I could do. It was like that old joke; I'd just have to grin and bare it.

After standing there for a few moments I walked off to the other end of the walkway and followed the wall up to the seats along the back wall. Rogger was first up for bidding and was knocked down for seventy five; Thony made all of forty; going to a large woman. Jimb made eighty with two of the oldsters counter bidding him up from fifty.

Then it was my turn. My knees were a bit shaky and my heart beating fast as I walked over to the block. With the bright lights now focused on me I could barely see the crowd; I wouldn't be able to see who was bidding and who won till they collected me.

The initial bidding for me was quite fast; five bids and I was over a hundred. By the time the price reached five hundred there were just two bidders left, their voices suggested that one was old and the other somewhat younger.

I wanted the younger one to win, though the confidence and authority in the voice of the older one didn't bode well for the outcome. I'd probably be cheering for the losing side. The older one came back with a bid of five fifty and the next thing I knew the gavel had come down.

I was taken to a small cubicle and left to sit on the bench. After a short while a guard led a prim old lady in; her voice sounded younger than she looked, but to my eyes she looked about sixty. 

"Good," she said looking at me. "Stand up."

I obeyed and stood as she walked over.

She looked about forty five kilos and maybe a hundred and sixty five high. She had little round glasses and a long dark dress on. Stopping in front of me, her eyes travelled up and over my body as she gave me a visual inspection. I looked over her head feeling discomforted by her scrutiny

I was a little disappointed with her winning me, but looking at her I was sure that at her age once a day would be enough. I feared I might be doing extra chores around the house to fill in the time.

"Hold out your arms," she ordered next.

I lifted my arms up and she squeezed my wrists and felt the muscles in them. Then she pinched the skin on my ribs and waist, running one hand across my stomach.

"Arms down and turn around," she commanded, looking up at me.

I turned around in compliance. Her examination of me made me feel like she was making sure I was worth the money she was paying, ensuring I was fit for whatever it was she had planned.

I felt her hand squeeze my arse cheeks then rub up my side. Her hand dropped away and there was only the sound of the guard shuffling for a few moments till she spoke again.

"Turn back around."

I complied, and watched as her eyes dropped to my genitals.

"Open your legs."

As I did she crouched down and reached out to cup my balls, giving them a soft squeeze and hefting them.

"Okay, I'm satisfied. How much will you take for the three weeks?"

The guard looked down at his pad and tapped it a few times. "Eleven five fifty cash, or we have a credit agreement. Marm," he said sounding bored.

"Don't I get a reduction for time out of the system? You won't have to process him for another three weeks."

The guard maintained his staid look as he intoned, "Take it or leave it Marm. If you want you can risk him in tomorrow's auction, see if you can get a lower price there."

"Fine, I'll pay now," she said with a sigh, proffering her wrist to the reader.

He took a moment to authenticate the transfer before speaking to me. "Right, you're released into her custody. Follow the rules and you'll be fine." Turning to her he said, "You can pick up a leash on the way out. Good luck with him."

His tired voice sounded like he'd said it a thousand times before.

"Thank you," she said, and then turned to the door. "Follow me."

I trailed behind her as she walked out and turned down the corridor, leading me to a small room with a guard sat idly at a desk. After he scanned our wrists, he handed my new mistress a leash and hit the button to open the door.

She walked through and stopped, unravelling the leash as she turned to me.

"Here," she said calmly.

I stepped forward and she reached up and clipped it to the ring on my collar.

"There, now you can't get lost," she said, a little half smile on her face.

We were in an imposing entrance hall of what I presumed was the justice building. I looked around while she retrieved her pad from her bag; I saw a few other naked blue collared slaves like me; there were also plenty of clothed reds and a mixture of nude and semi-nude greens.

I padded along behind her as she made her way to the main entrance, staying close enough to keep the leash slack. I was expecting stares and sniggers but very few even glanced at us, much to my relief.

She stopped again before we left, holding a conversation on her pad. The only words I heard were when she raised her voice to complain about how much I cost. I followed on as she resumed walking towards the taxi stand. The first taxi declined us as it didn't have the range and we swapped to the one behind.

That set me wondering how far up the curve we were going; there were a few dormitory towns around the city but they were all grey areas; she couldn't take a nude slave there. Out beyond that was mostly farmland with a few packaging plants scattered about. 

She slipped into the nearside front seat, leaving me the choice of either of the seats in the back. I watched the cityscape change as we neared the outskirts while she worked on her pad.

In twenty minutes we were in the countryside. The bare fields looked strange, stretching away into the distance. There was empty space where I expected crops. I didn't know the growing cycles but the ploughed fields reminded me of spring. I knew they controlled the seasons; the roof of the ring could be programed to suit the crops while the cities enjoyed twenty four hour sunshine.

We travelled on the axial road for another half hour then took a side road; a few minutes later we entered a tree lined section. As we did, she stopped work and dialled someone.

"Hello, Berisford Finishing School," a female voice answered.

"Janet," she replied, "I'm coming up to the gates now."

"Okay, I'll get them opened for you. How did your trip go?"

"Fine in the end, there was nothing I liked in our price range in the main auction but I managed to get an Offworlder in the secondary one in the afternoon."

"Thank God for that. Monica will be pleased she doesn't have to juggle the timetable any further."

"At a price," she complained loudly. "It's wiped out the budget for the year."

"Oh I'm sure we can cover that, Gladys," Janet replied.

"Ah, we're passing the gate now. Can I leave him in your hands while I freshen up?"

"Yes, I'll meet you at the door."

"Thanks," Gladys replied, breaking the connection as the building came into view.

She packed her pad away and shifted forward to the edge of the seat. I was still taking the building in; it looked like an old mansion towering up some twenty metres. The grand double doors looked to reach half way to the roof with tall arched windows to match.

As the taxi stopped I saw one half of the door swing open and a woman step out onto the porch.

"Come on, slave," Gladys said as the canopy slipped open.

She picked up the lead and stepped out. I stayed a pace behind her, keeping the leash loose, my eyes flicking around, trying desperately to take it all in.

I nearly tripped on the first step, stubbing my toe hard enough to let out a little yelp just before the leash tightened to catch me off balance.

"Oh," cried Janet as I tumbled, pulling the leash from Gladys' hand.

"Not another one," Gladys said as she turned.

I picked myself up feeling a little sheepish. "Sorry."

The look on Gladys' face turned from relief to annoyance. "Watch where you're going in the future."

She took a step down and grabbed my leash, letting me climb the first step before she turned to carry on. When we got to the top I was still stepping gingerly with the pain in my big toe; I could wiggle it so I knew it wasn't broken, but the throbbing couldn't have been worse if it was.

Janet was dressed in a similar fashion to Gladys, alike enough to make me wonder if it might be a uniform. She looked considerably younger, in her late thirties at a guess, and was holding her looks well enough to still be considered attractive. Her body I could only guess at, hidden by the dress.

"Make sure he gets fed," Gladys instructed as she handed over the leash.

"I'll make sure," Janet replied reassuringly.

I turned to Janet as Gladys walked off, wondering what was going to happen next. Things were getting more confusing. The conversation as we arrived had left me mystified. It seemed like I'd been brought in as a replacement of some sort.

It was looking more like I was going to be put to work, not that that bothered me; it seemed preferable to servicing Gladys. I looked around the hallway as Janet led me through the door, marvelling at the imposing grand staircase opposite.

It could have been the backdrop of a period film set in the eighteen hundreds; the floor was pure white stone, shining with a high polish. On the walls hung a mix of paintings and portraits - no doubt of long dead people - mixed with landscapes and the odd seascape.

She walked me slowly across the hall to a door in the back wall, leading me through to a door at the bottom.

"One more for tea," she announced as we entered.

The kitchen was large; I suppose it had to be if it catered for a school. A solitary cook sat sharpening knives. "The replacement for poor Timmy I presume," she answered, looking up.

She had a round faced and a ruddy complexion. As we crossed to her I could see her eyes flitting over my body; this was something I was going to have to get used to. Thankfully my cock was the main focus and not my slightly flabby body.

"Yes, an Offworlder, so Gladys says."

"What did he do?" The cook asked as she looked to the side and reached for a plate.

"I don't know yet. I haven't seen his details. It can't be anything serious or Gladys wouldn't have bought him."

The fact that they ignored slaves, talking as if I wasn't here, wasn't a big surprise to me; but I was surprised by the casual way they talked, as if having a naked man standing in front of you was nothing out of the ordinary.

"Ah ha," she acknowledged as she turned back to the cooker.

"I think Monica will be pleased at him; he looks fit enough and his dick's a decent size." Janet went on.

The cook was busy making an omelette and I was feeling the urge to use the toilet.

"Excuse me," I said interrupting. "I need to visit the small room,"

The cook laughed. "This one's completely untrained. Monica's going to love that."

"It won't matter much for what he has to do," Janet carried on ignoring me.

"Please," I said, trying to sound humble.

Janet turned to me. "If you need to speak, you must first ask permission. If it is one of the members of staff, you address them as Mistress and the pupils are My Lady. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Good, now ask me nicely."

"Mistress, I need to go to the toilet." I repeated.

"No, you have to ask permission to speak first. If you don't follow the rules you'll get punished."

"Mistress may I speak?" I asked, keeping my voice calm despite my growing frustration at the way she was treating me; I didn't like being talked down to.

"Yes, you may."

"Mistress, I need to go to the toilet," I repeated. 

"Okay, but you'll have to be quick or your tea will get cold."

She led me through a different door and up a short passageway.

"In there," she said stopping at two adjacent doors.

She dropped my leash as I stepped forwards and chose the first door. Inside was a toilet and a hand basin, and it was only after I'd finished I found there was no towel and I could only shake my hands dry before I left.

"All finished?" Janet enquired as I opened the door.

"Yes Mistress," I replied, making sure to emphasis the Mistress part.

"Good. Come along then," she said as she took up my leash again.

While I was eating, another Mistress came in. "Ah, here he is. Can you bring him to my study when he's finished," she said before disappearing back out.

From the quick look I got she seemed attractive; the fact that she was wearing a variation of the dress Janet wore, albeit a somewhat brighter pattern, seemed to confirm my idea that it was the standard way of dressing here.

It took me another few minutes to finish and wash my meal down with a mug of tea, but I was given no time to let my stomach settle before Janet led me back along the corridor and out into the hallway again. I was reminded of my sore toe as she led me up the stairs.

Turning right at the top she led me down a richly carpeted passageway; the doors had little plaques on them, the first reading 'Principal'. We walked on down till we came to one labelled 'Miss M Thurgood'.

Janet knocked and waited, hand on the door handle, for a reply.

"Come."

She opened the door and stood aside, leaving me to enter first.

"Bara," she said, looking at me as I walked over to the desk where she was seated.

She glanced behind me. "Thank you Janet. Could you arrange for some coffee."

"Yes, I'll get some sent up," Janet replied as she backed out and closed the door.

"Come," she ordered turning to me and rising. "Let's get a good look at you."

Her eyes focused on my face as I walked to the side of the desk to stand in front of her. Her eyes fell to my cock as I stopped.

"Well it looks like Rachel is lucky," she said, a smile on her face as she reached out to take it.

Her soft, warm hand brought my cock to life, as it grew she began to wank me, making it grow even faster. She stopped when I was fully erect, standing back to look at it.

"Yes, you can serve as the model tomorrow," she said, stepping back and sitting again.

I stood there, my cock standing proud, more mystified than ever. I'd had my hopes raised, then dashed. Even though she had used my name, she was treating me as an object. Was this what it was like to be a slave?

My cock softened and sagged as I waited while she tapped something out on her pad. "Right," she said looking up at me. "Let's get you sorted with a bed for the night."

She stood and stepped over to me, reaching up to unclip the leash from my collar.

"We won't need this anymore," she said dropping it on her desk.

I followed as she walked past me and over to the door. She led me down to the end of the passage and through another door, to a passage that had a plastic floor and bare walls; through the door at the other end were stairs going down.

The final doors led outside. In front of us, set at the edge of a small wood, were several bungalows. To the right I could see an incongruous panelled building. She took me toward that; the moment I got through the door I could tell it was a clinic.

"Sally," Monica said, addressing the nurse. "You have a guest for the night -- Timmy's replacement."

"Okay," Sally replied, sounding a little surprised.

"I want him showered and ready for half past seven and I'll have someone come over to take him for breakfast," She ordered before turning to leave, no doubt hurrying back for the coffee I had been looking forward to.

Sally got up as Monica walked back to the door. She looked in her forties, light brown hair to her shoulders and a meaty frame, her hips filling the slacks she wore while her breasts strained her crisp white uniform top.

"Follow me," she said wearily, leading me down yet another corridor.

On the way down she pointed out the shower and the toilets before showing me into a small room. There was only a narrow single bed, and as the door closed behind me I flopped down gratefully on it.

I felt the collar press into my neck and brought my fingers up to see if I could ease it. My mind was running over what I knew; the only clear facts seemed to be that I was in a girl's school, and I was replacing Timmy, whoever he was.

The size of my cock seemed to please them and I was apparently going to be used to demonstrate something tomorrow - these added to the sum total of my knowledge, but got me no further. I had a few speculative ideas but I'd have to wait until tomorrow to find out if any were right.

I had a comfortable night and in the morning was woken by a girl in a green collar. She was standing over me, shaking my shoulder, and I opened my eyes to see a vision of loveliness, her blonde hair falling and framing her face while her blue eyes gazed at mine.

"Come on, breakfast is in twenty minutes," she said as she straightened.

I went to swing my legs out of the bed and remembered where I was and what had happened. It took me a second to start to move again and I looked up to see her standing dressed in a cream coloured shift that came to about mid thigh.

She glanced down at my flaccid cock as I pulled the sheet back, a little smile curling the corners of her lips.

"Come on, shower first," she said, sounding amused.

"Toilet first," I replied, heeding the feel of my bladder.

She followed me into the hallway and, thankfully, waited outside the toilet door. I wasn't so lucky with the shower. She followed me in and leant against the door while she watched me wash myself.

She had to go back to the room to collect the shift she'd brought for me to wear; it fell higher on my thighs than hers but it gave me a degree of modesty which I was grateful for.

She walked beside me as we walked back to the main building, taking me in by a different door. We ended up in a small dining room with about ten tables; there looked to be about twenty people there, five young men and the rest women of all ages.

I followed her to the server and had my tray loaded with a bowl of porridge, a glass of orange juice and an apple. My erstwhile guide had joined her friends, looking anxiously for a seat. I could see that there was no room at the boys table with five already crowded around it.

I went and sat at an empty one and, ignoring the curious stares, started to eat. Things settled back down but there was too much chatter for me to make any sense of it. I saved the apple until last and had nearly finished it when I saw Monica walk in.

"Bara, Dave, Charlie and the rest of you. I want you in room five by eight thirty," she announced, and then she was gone.

I hadn't a clue where that was. I assumed that mention of the 'rest' meant the other five men; I had to take a chance and follow them as the girl that brought me had left already.

I had no idea of the time; I presumed it was now something after eight, given that I'd been awoken at half seven. When they got up with their trays I picked mine up and followed.




The Trails of Life 01



They stayed together as a group, which was a good sign. I trailed them through a passageway and found myself back in the now crowded entrance hall. Around me was a startling array of young women.

They were all in uniform -- plaid skirts ending just above the knee, a pale green blouse and flat shoes. Some were standing around but most were ascending the stairs. I got a few looks as I wove through them following the young men.

I closed back up on them as they turned into an empty corridor. I noted numbered doors on either side as I followed the boys -- room one on my left and room ten opposite. Five was at the bottom and I caught up with them as they knocked and waited.

Monica opened the door, ushering us in. "Sit on those chairs a minute," she ordered, directing us behind a coffee table.

They looked like six chairs from the dining room, quite different from the rest of the furniture. Beyond the coffee table was a loose circle of seven easy chairs with a pair of coffee tables in the centre.

Against the back wall were six more chairs and a few more tables. The place looked more like a common room than a classroom; all it lacked was a water cooler and a snack dispenser.

"Richie," Monica said, bringing my focus back to her. "Bara will be taking your place as demonstrator."

"Yes Mistress," he replied, his face remaining passive.

I still didn't know if that was a good thing or not.

"Bara, when I tell you, you will stand on the table, understood?"

"Yes Mistress," I intoned.

With that she hoisted her bag onto her shoulder and left us sitting there as she walked out the door.

I turned to the guy next to me. "What's this all about?"

He smirked at me. "Fucking lovely ladies," he replied, his thick Divorskan accent placing him at once from the cold mining world.

"What, you mean have sex with them?" I clarified.

"Yes, I am lucky man for Carol this time," he replied thickly.

My cock twitched at the thought. I cast my mind back to the entrance hall and thought of all the pretty women I'd seen there; I wouldn't mind bedding one of those. In fact, three weeks fucking one of those young nubile women would, under normal circumstances, be a dream job.

Then the thought of the demonstration hit me. Did they expect me to go first? Surely they didn't need someone to show them how it was done. "So what's the demonstration for?"

"For woman to know man's body," he answered. "Now keep quiet we no should talk."

As the rest hadn't made a sound I believed him. His answer was cryptic, with all the nudity on the Ring I would have thought studying a man's body was a bit redundant. Still I was ready for a bit of touchy feely; they could try it for taste as well if they wanted.

I sat in excited silence, waiting to see what - Rachel, I think they called her? - looked like, hoping she'd have big breasts and a tight vagina. It was a good twenty minutes until the door opened again and Monica walked back in.

She glanced over, looking down the row before making her way into the circle of chairs and sitting with her back to us. She hoisted her bag onto her knees and pulled out her pad, stretching to put it on the low table in the centre.

A bell went somewhere and the door opened yet again. In walked six young ladies, all of whom cast furtive glances at the six of us as they made their way to the seats. I wondered which one was mine. I noticed there was a brunette with big tits; she was okay in the looks department as well.

Checking the rest over, I could see they were all good looking. And though they weren't wearing any now, with makeup on I bet they'd look beautiful. My cock was twitching in anticipation as they filed into the circle and took their seats.

One of them seemed to be focusing more on me. She got embarrassed the third time our eyes met; she looked around twentyish, had short auburn hair that framed an oval face, and her tight blouse showed her breasts to be disappointingly small, but at least they looked handfuls. She looked just over one seventy high with a weight of about fifty five kilos.

Given her interest I presumed she was Rachel. She wasn't the best of the bunch but she wasn't the worst, and besides, the worst of these could easily make a living as a TriVee Star.

I smiled inwardly as I watched her squirm when she glanced my way again. Was she the cherry on top? Some shy young virgin waiting for me to teach her how to make love?

"Pay attention," Monica said after she'd given the girls time to settle. "I want you to forget everything you think you know. Most of you have probably made love to a man, or rather, had a man have sex with you. One of the things we talked about was how to take control and give the client a fulfilling experience; well most of those things apply to men as well. The difference being that a man likes you to focus on one part of his anatomy." 

She paused to look around then carried on. "The first thing we're going to do is find out what makes his cock so important."

She turned her head to me. "Bara!" then back to the girls. "Rachel, seeing as he's your man you can come and help me demonstrate."

This was my cue to get up on the table. My cock was already half hard and beginning to tent the shift I wore, walking over and climbing up gave it a chance to stiffen further as I watched Rachel stand and approach.

"Take it off," ordered Monica from the other side.

As I lifted my arms to grab the back of my collar, the hem pulled up and my cock flopped out. I heard a few murmurs then Monica's voice. "Quiet."

I pulled the shift off and let it slide down my arms, catching it with one hand to stop it falling to the floor. By this, time Rachel had made it to the other side of me and was having a hard time keeping her eyes off my cock.

"Take hold of it," Monica instructed Rachel.

She reached nervously out, her hand grasping it lightly.

"Squeeze it. Feel its strength."

Her grip tightened and I felt the warmth of her fingers.

"Good, now the rest of you gather around."

While Rachel held my rigid shaft upright she pointed out the various parts of my anatomy. She used the scientific word first, glans, then the colloquial, head and helmet. She remarked on its sensitivity, then squeezed it to point out my urethra.

She listed my fraenum and foreskin, noting circumcision and the differences; then, more generally about my veined shaft and testicles, giving a warning about their sensitivity. Finally she had me bend and open my cheeks for a brief word about how my anus was the same as a female's.

Rachel had let go of my shaft while the lecture was going on and it had wilted a little when Monica had me straighten and face the girls again.

"Right ladies," Monica said, taking control. "This morning, I want you to practice with your man, with emphasis on massaging the head. Rachel, take hold of it again."

She grasped my shaft firmly this time, pulling it upright without being told to.

"Spit on the palm of your hand, as much as you can," she ordered Rachel.

A quizzical look flashed quickly over the young girl's face before her cheeks puckered and she held her hand out to gob into it.

"Now smear it over his glans." She instructed.

It felt heavenly, sending a thrill down into my balls. Her hand was brushing over my helmet in little circles and I could feel my cock surging back till it was as stiff as it could get.

"Add more saliva," Monica said, "and start cupping your hand. Rub down to the bottom of his foreskin."

The pleasure became more exquisite, the thrill spreading to my groin.

"Good," Monica said after Rachel had had a few seconds practice. "You can stop now. Have you all got the idea?" she asked, looking around the group. "Any questions?"

No one spoke up. "Moving along then." Monica said, turning back to Rachel. "Now, grasp his shaft lightly with one hand."

She grasped it at the root.

"No," Monica said firmly. "Hold it in the middle or higher."

Rachel slid her hand up.

"That's it," Monica encouraged. "Now, slide your hand up to his head and down again. If you add more spit it'll slide easier."

The pleasure grew as her hand stroked up and down.

"Stop again" she instructed after a few seconds. "Hold his shaft just under the top of the foreskin. Now grip tighter this time and use the same stroke."

The thrill ran through me again as she practiced this method, giving me four or five strokes before Monica stopped her again.

"Good," Monica said, turning to address the group. "That's the basics. Experiment a little if you want. Keep stimulating him till he gets near cumming then stop. I don't want you to let him cum. This is about you learning to control his pleasure. Have him tell you when he's near so you recognise the signs in future."

She turned to look at me then the men behind. "If any of you mislead them, you'll face punishment. Understand?"

"Yes Mistress," I said, joining in the chorus.

"Right, Carol, you're with Ron. Sandra, you've got Bernie. Francine, Charlie. Sara, Dave, and Emily, Richie."

The group split up as she listed the names.

"Listen," Monica said loudly. "These are your responsibility now. Remember the rules and treat them with care. You've got an hour to practice and then we'll see how well you're doing. Any questions?"

Rachel let go of me, stepping back to say. "Follow me."

"Can we suck them instead of spitting?" one of the girls behind me asked.

"Sucking, or Fellatio, is a separate lesson. You can use baby oil if you want, but remember, you will be licking and sucking later and you don't want the taste to linger."

I stepped down off the table and trailed Rachel back to her chair, my cock losing some of its bounce on the way. She sat and pulled the hem of her skirt up a little.

"Sit astride my knees," she said, leaning back.

I complied, spreading my knees to sit squarely on them.

"Let's make this look good for the cameras," she said as she straightened and reached for my cock.

It took a few minutes before she induced the first shiver in me and a breathless warning. "I'm getting near."

She eased off, keeping hold but laying back. I took time for a surreptitious look around, seeing three of the other girls with the men on the chairs and them on their knees. Burnie was on his back and Dave was perched on the arm of a chair.

As my shaft softened in Rachel's hand, she diligently restarted the massage. As the pleasure started to flow back into me I shifted on her knees, my hands dropping down to clasp her legs.

Behind me I could hear chatter starting but my focus was on the pleasure Rachel was giving me, her soft hand gliding over my head was pushing me to my limits again. If this was to carry on for an hour then I could see my balls turning blue by the end.

As I warned her of my impending climax she gave a wry smile then stopped and lent back, her emerald green eyes studying me. I half expected her to say something but her eyes left mine as she glanced around the room.

Somewhere in the background a couple of the girls started laughing. I started to turn to look but as I did, Rachel's hand tightened on my cock again.

"Francine's let Charlie cum," she said, a smile returning to her lips. "I'm glad it's not me."

Her eyes came back to mine.

"You won't let that happen, will you?" she asked, her brows falling slightly as her eyes narrowed.

"No, my Lady," I replied, remembering the honorific.

"Good, I've already two demerits. I don't want a third."

I nodded, but it wasn't her punishment I was worried about.

My cock had softened enough for her to resume, bowing her head to first spit on her hand then stretching to rub it onto my head. My cock responded to the thrill and began swelling in her hand.

She looked distracted, her rubbing becoming mechanical. I didn't mind. The thrill was enough to keep me hard. But at that rate she would take the rest of the hour to make me cum. Compared to the frustration of being brought to the cusp and then denied, I had no complaints.

I studied her while her thoughts held her attention. Her short hair hid her ears as it curved around to her neck, looking redder now that I saw it close up; individual strands sparkled in the light. Her lips were thick enough to give her a hint of a pout and her nose had a slight tilt.

Her skin, bereft of makeup, looked flawless; with her high cheekbones she had a face that would keep its beauty and keep her looking younger long into her middle years. I felt a tinge of guilt when I thought of Jem; she might not have Rachel's looks, but she was mine and she loved me. Rachel and her beauty would be gone from my life in three weeks; Jem would still be waiting for me.

In a few minutes Rachel got her focus back when another girlish shriek rang out, her eyes darting around to rest on the woman who made it. My head jerked around as well, seeing Sara standing, cum dripping from her hand.

"Oops," I said without thinking.

"Yes," Rachel replied. "That's her second demerit; one more and she'll be up before the principal."

She looked down at my cock and lifted her hand for more spit, then began to stroke and squeeze my head, putting in a half hearted effort while her thoughts took her somewhere else again.

I slipped my hands out and brought my arms to my thighs, leaning forward a little to shield her if I could. Whatever her problems, it was better to help her than add to them. I had three weeks to come in her care.

Despite all the spit, my cock felt sore at the end of the lesson. Ron and Richie had company with Dave and Charlie emptying their balls as well. Monica had the four of them do twenty press ups when she returned.

The women had demerits as Rachel predicted, putting a faint smile on her face. I was glad to get off her knees, my hips aching a bit as I stood. My balls were aching too; relief for them would be a sweet thing.

At least my shrinking cock was glad; the soreness diminishing as it gratefully returned to its flaccid state. I hoped the next lesson would be gentler on it. After Monica watched the boys finish the twenty press ups she had us all go and stand back on the six chairs.

"Ladies," Monica said loudly. "I'd like you lined up in front of your man."

As they got up and walked over, Monica pulled two small boxes from her bag. Dropping the bag on the chair, she walked across to join us.

"Open it up, take a couple, then pass it to Emily," she said to Rachel. "Condoms, for those of you that have never seen them before."

She started opening the remaining box, extracting a small aerosol can. "This," she said holding it up, "is a local anaesthetic; you're going to spray it on his shaft. It lasts about half an hour so you'll need more than one application. The condom will further numb the sensations. I'm going to give them a hypo that will keep them erect for two hours. That's how long you'll have to practice fellatio; we'll go through the technique when we're ready. Right now, I want you to get them erect again and practice putting condoms on."

She slotted the can back in the package and put it down on the table, then turned back to walk to Sandra at the far end. Rachel had started massaging my head again, my cock just below her breasts. Despite the soreness, it was responding, swelling in her hand as it stiffened.

By the time Monica got to us I was hard and she was opening the first packet. Monica stood closer, watching as Rachel held the sheath by its end and positioned the ring with her finger and thumb.

"Good," Monica commented as Rachel started to roll the condom down with little strokes. "You won't need any spares. While you've got the condom on, you can give him his reward; you can take him all the way and then he can have his hypo. Then you can take him for a break while it takes effect."

"Yes Mistress," she said, a flicker of a smile crossing her face.

She finished rolling the condom down and started to stroke me. Maybe it was her enthusiasm to get away or the pent up cum in my balls but her vigorous stroke had me firing my load in the time it took Monica to walk back over to her bag, take out the hypo gun and make it half way back.

As I shuddered with the first spurt, my legs wobbled and I nearly reached out to hold Rachel's shoulders. The wall to my back came to my rescue as my shoulder touched it, I let myself sag backwards, feeling the cool touch of the wall on my back as the head of the condom ballooned with my third jet of cum.

Monica took my arm and pressed the nozzle of the hypo gun against my bicep. I felt a cool sting before she stepped back and turned to Rachel.

"Put the condom in the waste bin and off you go."

Rachel's face brightened further as Monica walked on to Emily. She turned to me and I was reminded that my shrinking cock was still sore as she pulled the condom off.

"Come on," she ordered, holding the condom at arm's length as she started for the door.

She dropped it in a bin on the way out the door, glancing over her shoulder to make sure I was following before heading off up the corridor.



The Trails of Life 02







The Trails of Life 02



My lips narrowed and I sucked it in, letting my tongue flutter over the trapped head. It was a whimper this time and I felt her legs tremble. I was now sure I was going to get her to that big O.

When I did, her hands slipped from my head as her back arched and her legs dropped back onto my shoulders; she gave out a long groan, her hips thrusting one more time as the shuddering stopped.

I let her legs slide from me as she went limp, backing out to squat on my heels and look over at her. She lay still for a little while and then I heard a chuckle. Her head came up and she smiled at me as she propped herself up on her elbows.

"Well, that was a 'what have I got to lose' that paid off," she said. "And I was right about you not needing lessons. After a performance like that, you deserve to be my first. Now join me up here while I feel like giving you a thank you kiss."

I stood up as she pushed herself up and twisted to lie in the centre of the bed. I scrambled on to join her and found a more welcoming pair of arms reaching out to me.

"Here's a first kiss for being kind," she said softly as she brought her lips to mine.

It was more than a friendly kiss, but nowhere near being a lover's one as she rolled her lips on mine. One generated by happiness and not passion. I responded, my hand slipping to the back of her head as I let her lead.

"I'm not forcing you," I said when she broke the kiss after a few seconds. "But would you let me kiss you?"

She laughed, "It wasn't that bad."

"No, it was better than a dead fish. Close your eyes and think of kissing an attractive woman and let me add a bit of passion from my side."

"Okay," she agreed hesitantly.

I slipped my hand under her and lifted her half on top of me, my hand coming to her neck. She leaned in, eyes closing before our lips met. I ran my tongue back and forth across the gap of her barely open lips, feeling her tense slightly.

"Relax, trust me," I whispered, briefly breaking contact.

I sucked her bottom lip between mine, running my tongue along the inside as my hand brushed her neck and pressed her lightly in. Letting it slip out I slid my tongue under her upper lip, running it over her teeth and lip.

Breaking the kiss briefly, I tried another approach. Pressing my lips full on hers, I sucked slightly as I rolled my head, letting my lips glide over hers as they circled. Her head started to match my movements, her lips parting slightly as she seemed to respond just a little.

A few seconds later, she broke it off. "No it's not working," she said, sounding a little disappointed.

"No," I agreed. "Your sexual excitement has faded, we need to revive it."

"You want to eat me again?" she asked, looking me in the eyes.

"No, I was thinking of kissing and playing with your nipples."

"You just want me undressed," she replied.

"And under the covers," I added, "What I want is to get you relaxed and happy, usually I go from kissing lips to kissing nipples, this time it's going to be the other way around."

I released her as she rolled back and sat up.

"Last time was a nice surprise," she said as her hands went to her buttons. "I think I might like this too."

She turned and smiled at me over her shoulder, "You can get undressed as well."

I sat up and pulled the t-shirt off, seeing her shucking her blouse as I tossed it over the footboard. I lay back down and lifted my hips for my shorts and underwear, sitting back up to push them down only to find Rachel giving me a hand.

She tossed them over the end and then slipped off the bed and took the corner of the covers.

"Come on then," she said as she started to peel them back.

I scooted down the bed and off, waiting until she climbed in and followed her. As she lay facing me, I moved my hand to cup her breast, trapping her nipple in the web between my middle fingers.

I began to massage it, squeezing and rolling the nipple as I did, while moving down the bed. Her arm went around my head as I bent in to give the nipple a first lick. She gave a little giggle, her other hand coming to rest on my shoulder.

I flicked at it and circled it, feeling it grow firmer. Her hand started to press my head in, my mouth widening as I sucked on her areola. Gently, I eased her over onto her back then swapped nipples, my finger and thumb teasing the slippery nipple while my tongue wet the other.

I swapped back and forth a few times, getting both nipples hard and springy, when I heard a moan and her hand started kneading my hair I swapped to her lips. My hand slipped around her neck as I pressed my lips to hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth.

She responded, her tongue wrapping around mine as she sucked. My free hand went back to teasing her nipple as she began to roll her lips on mine. It was tens of seconds till she broke it, twisting her head away and gasping as she filled her lungs.

"Mm, that was clever of you, I didn't care who you were then. I think I'm getting to like you... no, that came out wrong! I mean in a friendly way."

"It doesn't matter, well it does, but I'm not trying to seduce you, call it my Good Samaritan act. You want to try it again?"

"Yes," she said sounding confident, "Let's start with a kiss after your fingers start their work."

"Okay," I said with a chuckle.

I brought my hands up to her breasts, taking her nipples and giving them a squeeze to start. Her arms circled my neck pulling me in until her lips met mine. The kiss was soft and exploratory at first then firmer as her confidence grew.

I broke the kiss and brought my hands up, proffering my palm to her.

"Lick," I said, "then lick the other."

She licked and I moved my hands back down to begin to roll her nipples with my palms. Her arms tightened around my neck, pushing my head down toward her breast. I shuffled further down to begin sucking on it, listening to her sigh, as I sucked her areola in.

Her nipple was firm enough to make licking over it sensuous, giving me pleasure as well as her. After I'd swapped a couple of times I heard her moan and brought my free hand up to touch her chin, my finger stroking across her lips.

She opened her mouth and sucked on it; one of her hands slipped from my neck and came to the back of mine as she pushed my finger out to say, "Kiss me now."

I pushed myself up and slipped my hand around her head as our lips met. This time there was passion in it, her hand stroked the back of my head as her lips rolled on mine. I responded with the happy relief that we were getting somewhere.

Her tongue squeezed through to find mine, stroking the bottom as it slipped under mine. My enjoyment started my cock twitching and rising, as I knelt next to her, bringing to mind the thought that I'd be fucking her sometime soon when it cropped up in the syllabus.

When she broke the kiss, she held me and pressed her head against mine. "I think you've made me do the impossible, I enjoyed that."

"So did I," I whispered, "You're a good kisser when you get going."

"I want to thank you; do you want to make love to me now?"

"My cock does, it's been up and down in anticipation," I joked, "Do you really want to go that far?"

"Yes, I want to see if it's really better than a dildo."

She loosened her arms as I raised myself up to look at her. "Are you going Bi?"

"No, silly, I like you and this is the only way I can say thanks."

I continued looking her in the eye.

"Alright, I've always wondered what it would be like. I've missed chances with nice men before. I think I'm ready now to find out."

"Well I'm ready if you are. Permission to seduce you, My Lady?" I asked.

"Granted," she replied amid her giggles. 

"Does My Lady require a full seduction or just the end game?"

Her giggles turned to laughter.

"Well, I need to practice my kissing," she said as she calmed down.

"An excellent choice, we shall begin there," I said lowering myself down.

Her arms tightened around me as our lips met, I kissed her tenderly, my lips barely parted as they pressed against hers, she responded, putting more passion in as her tongue slipped between my lips.

I brought my hand up and squeezed it between us to take a breast, my thumb sliding up to take her nipple and rub it gently. Her kiss continued as she loosened her arms, easing back a bit, giving more freedom for my hand to caress her breast.

I used the space to roll her onto her back and bring my freed hand up to take her other breast. She broke the kiss and gave a little sigh as I took her nipple between my finger and thumb and began to squeeze and roll it.

I gave her a few light kisses around her mouth before I bent my head down and began to lick her nipple, while squeezing it gently. One of her hands moved to my head as the other began to smooth my back, her fingers tracing lightly along my spine.

I continued, swapping from nipple to nipple, as they grew into hard little nubs, enjoying the soft moans and little shivers I induced in her. 

"Eat me out," she suddenly pleaded.

I kept one hand clutching her breast, my thumb on her nipple as I drew my legs up then rolled onto my knees. She splayed her legs wide as I twisted around and lifted my leg over hers.

I caught a waft of her fragrance as I started kissing the top of her landing strip and licked down it, tasting her juices as my tongue brushed over her clit. She shivered and gave a groan as I felt the soft silky skin of her folds under my tongue.

I hadn't known if she would, but I was pleased when I felt her fingers curl around my shaft. I didn't mind that she was only squeezing and holding it; I was getting enough enjoyment from the taste and feel of her pussy and the juices I was lapping up.

Within a minute, her moans had increased in frequency and volume, her hand intermittently masturbating me as her juices flowed freely. She squeezed my shaft hard as the first tremor ran through her, her legs closing slightly as she gave out a groan

"Take me now!" she insisted, her voice strained.

She released my shaft as I began to move, her hands going to her breasts as I swivelled around to kneel between her legs. She gave another moan as I brushed my head over her wet pussy, coating it with her juices before I attempted to penetrate her.

It felt wonderful as it slipped into her tight tunnel, its soft silkiness gripping my shaft as I inched it in. Her hands moved from her breasts to my shoulders as she took the final millimetres, her face contorting with pleasure as a soft 'Oh!' escaped her lips.

I gave her time to enjoy the feel of it filling her before I began to rock my hips. Immediately I felt her fingernails bite into my flesh and she gave a little gasp. I took it slow, using the full length of my shaft to give us both maximum pleasure, hoping she was enjoying it as much as I was.

As my pleasure built, I went faster, shortening the stroke as I began to feel my balls slapping against her. She soon started to writhe under me, her hands slipping down to brush my arms as her soft cries of 'yes' and 'oh' began.

She screamed as she climaxed, her tunnel's contractions gripping me several times before she stopped shuddering to lie still beneath me, only the sound of her rasping breath disturbing the silence.

As she recovered, she lazily opened her eyes and smiled at me.

I wiggled my hips, stirring my cock inside her as I asked, "Ready for round two?"

She gave a cry of surprise and delight, as I withdrew and thrust my hard cock back in, her hands flying around my neck as I began to rock my hips again. I looked down at her face, her eyes glittering with a soft look on her face as she looked back.

I went from stop to full speed in a few seconds, hoping to give her another before my turn came. I could feel the cool of the perspiration on my back as my climax built, my hips giving a little shudder.

Then my breath puffed out as I slammed my hips into her, my hot seed spilling out deep inside her. All the morning's frustrations were spent as I came again and again, the pleasure robbing me of control of my body and letting me collapse on her.

I felt her heart racing with mine as she hugged me, her breath more controlled as she whispered her 'thank you' into my ear. I turned my head and kissed her neck.

"I don't even know your name," she said softly, as I propped myself back up on my elbows

"It's Bara." 

"Well Bara, you just topped the list of my favourite men. I don't know what I was afraid of, it was different, but you gave me a better time than some girls I've known," she said, her eyes on mine.

"Mm. So what made you afraid, bad experience with a boy?"

"I don't know, it's ever since I was a little girl, I've often wondered myself. I get on well with boys, I've fancied a few but my romantic feelings are for girls. I love Anna, she's got another six weeks till her birthday then she's coming to live with me."

"Oh nice," I replied, pleased for her, but thinking I would still have three week to go then before I was free.

"What about your girlfriend, Jem, do you love her?"

"Yes, we were an item in our last two years in school and she lives with me now."

"Are you going to tell her about this?"

"I'll have to tell her something, what I'm not sure yet. She made me promise to be faithful when I came. A week, that's all it was going to take to install the holo suite. Instead I ended up getting arrested and sentenced to serve nine." 

"Nine! That's a lot. What did you do?"

"My boss fucked up and left some cameras open to the net; they charged us with a violation of privacy and here I am."

"So it wasn't your fault?"

"No, but we were collectively guilty. I got off lightly, my boss got fifteen weeks."

"Oh, I'm sorry. We have strict laws here."

"Yes," I said with a sigh.

"I'm - we're - your first custodian then?" 

"Yes, I never imagined I'd end up with a girl as pretty as you."

"Luck of the genes," she said with a chuckle, and then pulled me down for a quick kiss.

"Lay on your side," she said when she broke off.

I let one of my elbows go and rolled to the side; she turned her back to me and snuggled up.

"Put your arm around me," she commanded.

I straightened the ruffled covers and then held her. She took my hand and tucked it up over her lower shoulder.

"That's better; this is how I sleep with Anna."

I lay there, feeling her breathing slow as she drifted off. I was pleased things had gone so well; although I'd joked with her about going Bi, she'd enjoyed me fucking her. With any luck she'd let me sleep with her tonight and we could do it again.

***

"Come on," she said shaking my shoulder. "It's time for tea."

Through bleary eyes, I saw her bending over me dressed in her uniform.

"Come on," she repeated.

"I'm coming," I said, still feeling drowsy.

I rolled and twisted my feet over the edge of the bed and looked up at her asking, "When did you get up?"

"Five minutes ago. I needed to go to the toilet," she answered.

"Ah," I said pulling myself to the edge of the bed, "I need to visit there as well."

"Well hurry up, I'm starving," she replied, smiling.

I got up and walked across to the bathroom. She was waiting by the door when I finished, opening it and walking slowly on until I caught up with her.

She turned her head to me. "I feel different. I still don't like being forced into it but I know I can cope. It's funny how fears can evaporate; I've been really worried about today since I came here."

"You probably saw something as a girl," I replied, "You don't remember because you suppressed it, but it coloured your view."

"And it took this crisis to resolve it. Did you study psychology as well?"

"No, I just read books; my service was in a control cabin watching lights and screens. I had a lot of time to read."

"Oh, it was one of my options, I found it interesting." 

"Yes, so did I, but there's not much call for them on Terra."

"Oh, are you from Earth?"

"No, Terra Incognito in the Draco quadrant. The guys who discovered it had a funny sense of humour."

"What's your job then?"

"Electronics Engineer. I'm a trainee learning about holo projectors at the moment. I hope to go on and do my masters soon."

We'd reached the top of the stairs and I could see a few stragglers wandering across the hall below.

"Better keep quiet now, were not supposed to become friends," she said as we headed down.

I let her get half a step ahead of me then followed on like a puppy dog, following the imaginary leash hooked to my collar. The dining hall was quite crowded when we got there and after queuing for food, we joined the others at the reserved tables.

The two other Ladies were talking about the day's lessons with the conversation drifting to the evening's entertainment. Rachel sat quietly while I sat mute like the other men. I did notice the occasional turn in the corners of her mouth as she supressed a smile or two.

We were among the last to leave and as soon as we were through the door, she spoke, "I usually do an hour in the gym later, do you jog?"

"No, I used to swim but I never have time anymore."

"There's no pool here but we've got a few nice lakes...." She stopped and laughed, "Sorry."

"It's alright. I could wait in your room...."

"No," she cut me off, "I'm supposed to keep you with me. Normally I'd be taking you back to your dorm for the night but I'm stuck with you. Oh... no, I didn't mean it like that, I think I'm going to enjoy having you in my bed tonight," she carried on, chuckling at the thought.

"I don't mind, I could practice my sitting around waiting."

"I'd have to leave you in reception, under the eye of a Mistress."

"Treat me as you would before, you're in charge and I'm the slave."

"I can't, you're a friend now."

"Think about tomorrow in class, put on an act now that you can carry off. If Monica sees that you like me she might swap me out to another girl."

"Oh," she said taking a second to think. "I should have studied Drama instead of Psychology; it would have been more use. It's funny when you think of it, because I've gotten to like you, I've got to go back to ignoring you."

"And I'd better not let Monica see I like you either."

"I know. Oh well, let's go back to my room and I'll get changed."

"Yes My Lady," I replied.

She gave a giggle and led the way. When we got back to her room, she waved her wrist at the reader and held the door open for me.

"Ah ah, ignore me remember," I said resting my hand on the door.

She gave me a mock frown and released the door. She walked to the wardrobe and looked through the shelves to pull out a leotard and footless tights.

"Can I undress you?" I asked as she turned around.

Her eyes widened as she looked at me. "Yes," she said, slightly dubious, "But I don't want to be late for gym."

"Agreed, I'll seduce you next time, I just want to see you naked now," I said trying to keep my face serious.

"Oh you," she said, smiling back at me as my face cracked into a grin.

"Well, I've got to relieve my boredom somehow."

"You can if you want," she said opening her arms.

"No, pretend I'm a client and do a strip tease for me."

"Sit on the bed and I'll give you a lap dance," she said with a grin as she tossed her gym kit onto the bed.

"I'd best settle for a kiss, otherwise I will want to seduce you."

"It was kissing that started all this," she said, starting to undo the buttons on her blouse.

As I watched, she slowly and deliberately stripped in front of me. She maintained eye contact as she let her bra slip free and fluffed up her breasts, her dark nipples looking firm and full.

When she unzipped and dropped the skirt, I could see she was wearing a sexy red thong. She stepped out of the skirt and toward me. By now, my cock had hardened and was sticking up like a flagpole, begging to be used.




The Trails of Life 02



"Take my thong off for me," she said in a sultry voice.

I leant forward and reached out to hook my thumbs in the waistband. As I pulled them down, she reached and clasped my head, pulling it in till my nose was touching her landing strip.

She giggled and released me then crouched down till her head was level with mine.

"You'll have to be satisfied with kissing these lips for now," she said softly as she leaned in.

I put my hands to her sides and lifted her as she kissed me, wrapping my arms around her as we stood. She smoothed my hair with one hand while the other dropped to my shoulder.

We both enjoyed the kiss, if her caressing hands were anything to go by. My cock was super hard, growing by an extra millimetre as it pressed against her taut tummy.

I held her tight as she broke the kiss and laid her head against mine.

"Oh I wish you were a girl," she sighed.

"I don't, I wish I could wake up tomorrow and find myself in my own bed."

"And I wish I could share you with Anna, I could practice with my favourite people playing a couple, your wish is my command."

"Ah, a sex genie, can I ask for a twenty two centimetre cock?"

She laughed, moving back to look at my face, "And I get double D breasts."

"No, Anna can have those; yours are perfect as they are."

"Oh, thank you," she said, giving me a warm smile.

"Well they are. You're beautiful all over. And that's not meant as flattery."

"Would you swap Jem for me?"

"Rach, you're out of my league, even if you weren't gay I'd be on the outside looking in."

"You didn't answer."

"No, if you want an answer. You're too desirable and there are some very persuasive rich men, or women, out there who would want you as arm candy."

"Wouldn't you trust me if I said I loved you?" 

"Yes, but it would play on my mind that it could happen."

"But not with Jem?"

"No, it could happen with Jem as well. But she hasn't got your looks and body so it's less likely to."

"All very logical. Jem is lucky to have you. Now I'd better get dressed if we're going to the gym."

The tone of her voice had changed, hardening a little.

"I'm sorry," I said as she slipped from my arms. "I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't, you just reminded me how different our lives are," she replied, giving me a warm smile.

She reached up, grasping my arms to guide me back to the bed, toppling me so I sat down then sat beside me. She leaned back and scooped up her clothes, dropping the leotard on my legs and bending forward to put on her tights.

The expanse of naked skin was tempting me to kiss it. I put my hand there instead, tracing my fingernails up her spine.

"No Bara, please," she said softly as she arched her back toward them.

"Okay."

She straightened and worked the tights up to her thighs then stood up to pull them up to her hips. The tights made her look even sexier, the taut fabric shaping her legs and backside and getting me more aroused.

She turned to me, picked her leotard from my leg and held it in front of me.

"Hold it open for me," she asked, putting her hand on my shoulder as I took it from her.

I turned it in my hands and bent forward to hold it low. She stepped into it and let me pull it up before taking the straps to pull them up over her shoulders. As I leant back, I could see her nipples making little tents in the silky material.

I contented myself with looking as she turned, feeling my cock twitch as I admired her figure. She hadn't any flab to speak of, but the tight gym clothes hid any that she had and moulded her figure to perfection.

"Where's the shift you were wearing this morning?" she asked.

"I left it on the chair," I answered standing.

"Downstairs?"

"No your desk chair when we first came up."

As I looked, I could see where it had been kicked under the drawers at the side. She'd seen it too and walked across to retrieve it, making my cock twitch again at the sight of her rounded arse as she bent to pick it up.

"Here, school's out so you're allowed to wear it now," she said, tossing it to me.

"Thanks, but that's not going to hide my erection."

"No," she said with a giggle, eyeing my stiff shaft. "We'll have to do something about that."

I grinned at her, "Oh, what did you have in mind?"

"Would you do me a favour and show me how you masturbate?" she asked shyly.

"If you'll come and hold it and help me." 

She giggled and took a step toward me, "I want to see how a man does it. I'll make it up to you later."

"I'll have to lie down and you will need tissues or a towel."

"No problem," she answered, glancing at the bedside cabinet.

"Really," I said, taking a step back to the bed. "I should do it on my chest and make you lick it off. It'd be practice for when a client asked."

"I know, I was going to let you cum in my mouth so I could taste it, but that sounds like a much better idea, I can dip my finger in first."

I sat and lay back, my hand coming to grasp my shaft as she climbed on and sat knees astride my head, looking down as I started wanking. I could see her tenting nipples grow larger and her eyes widen as I pumped.

With her sitting there, I didn't need to fantasise, watching her nipples jiggling above me was satisfying enough. It didn't take me long until I felt the first trembles in my legs and my hips starting to twitch.

"I'm coming," I gasped, as my hips jerked.

"Yes," she squealed, bending in.

My first spurt caught her full in the face. With the pleasure washing through me, it barely registered as my head flopped back and I enjoyed the moment.

"Bara," she shrieked.

"Mm...," I said, combining it with a gasp and opening my eyes.

"I should make you lick it off!" She said as she pushed herself to the edge of the bed.

She pulled the tissues from the drawer and began to clean herself.

"Sorry," I said as she turned to face me.

"No, it was my fault, I didn't expect it to be that strong," she replied, reaching for a fresh tissue. "At least I got my taste," she continued, giving me a grin.

"Throw me the tissues then, so I can clean myself up," I asked, catching the first dribble as it ran down over my side.

She gave a giggle and handed them over.

"Thanks," I said taking them from her.

"At least I didn't get it on my clothes," she said sitting back down on the bed.

"Or on the bed." 

"We'd better be going or I won't get my routine finished before they close," she said, laying a hand on my leg.

I finished wiping myself and sat up, "Okay, I'm ready."

I stretched and retrieved my shift, drawing it over my head before scrambling off the bed to follow her. She led me out and down the stairs, turning to the back of the house.

We went downstairs and I found myself looking across a counter at one of the Mistresses. 

"Rachel," she said. "Who've you got in tow?"

"My practice man, Mistress Wendy. I've got to look after him tonight," Rachel replied, "Would you watch him for me please while I do my work out?"

"He can stand there and wait, as long as he doesn't bother me," Wendy said giving me a look over.

"Thank you Mistress, he won't be any trouble."

I watched her walk away as the Mistress looked down to resume tapping her pad. The quick smile Rachel flashed me before she disappeared through the door cheered me. I leant back against the wall and pondered my luck; if the Gods had been cruel to me with the verdict, they'd redeemed themselves by giving me her as my jailor.

I could easily fall in love with her, despite what I'd said earlier; even this week would give me memories that would last a lifetime. It didn't matter what Ladies or Mistresses followed, making love to her would make it all worthwhile.

I thought of those back home, would they have news of what had happened yet or were they still preparing my welcome home, waiting at the gate tomorrow morning and wondering where I was.

It felt like more but it was probably only an hour till she returned, her leotard darkened in places with perspiration and her hair damp tendrils that made her look elfin. My pulse quickened at the sight of her, the bounce in her breasts as she walked over making my cock twitch.

"Thanks Mistress Wendy," she called out, and then turned to me as she paused at the door. "Come on." 

I sprang up and pulled the door open for her as Wendy replied, "You're welcome."

I stayed a step behind her, watching her hips and backside as we climbed the two sets of stairs, feeling my cock start to thicken as we approached her bedroom. As the door closed behind us, she pulled down her shoulder straps and turned to me.

"You wanna wash my back?"

Without waiting for a reply, she started for the bathroom. She stopped again as we got through that door.

"Now you can undress me," she said softly, holding out the straps on her fingers.

I took them, my fingers caressing hers as she released them. She dropped her arms as I started to pull them down, my eyes going to her breasts as I uncovered them. She giggled and gave a little jerk that sent them jiggling, I looked up to see the delight on her face as she gazed back at me.

I dropped to my knees as I uncovered the top of her tights. My hands moved to her hips, my fingers brushing over her smooth warm skin as I slipped them in under the waistband. Her hands came down and clasped my head, a little sigh escaping her lips as I started to pull them down. 

I turned my head sideways as she pulled it in. The enticing aroma of fresh sweat blended with the fragrance of her juices and a hint of urea flooded my senses, sending a shiver of anticipation through me.

I blindly rolled her tights down in stages while she kept my head cushioned against her flat abdomen. When I reached her ankles, she lifted one foot at a time, letting me remove the last vestige to leave her naked.

She eased her hands from my head, letting me look up at her again.

"Do you like sex?" she asked, "I do. It's the happiest most exciting thing to do. One of the things that make life worth living."

"Yes, sex can be a wonderful release, but it's different when you live with someone. It takes on a special meaning then," I said standing.

"It is with Anna, it's so tender and loving. She gives me the best orgasms of all."

"Yes," I said, "Love is wonderful when you're twenty."

"So how old are you?"

"Twenty four."

"Twenty four and life's lost its excitement. That's not going to happen to me," she said, her face turning serious.

"No, you're one of the beautiful people, life's fun if your face fits."

She laughed, "I've got brains as well."

"I don't doubt it. Now about that offer of washing your back?"

She gave another laugh. "Come on then, get your shift off," she said turning for the door.

"Do you like anal?" she asked, looking back at me as she opened the door. "I do, I love having my button hole licked. If I douche, will you lick that as well?"

"Well I...."

"Oh please? You can have one as well and I'll lick yours."

"I've never done it before." 

"You'll like it, come on!" she said as she took my hand.

Chapter

She led me across to the bidet, releasing my hand as she squatted to take something out of a box behind. The bidet had what looked like a slender chrome phallus instead of a fountain and I shivered at the thought of it sliding into my arse.

She stood back up with two plastic tubes in her hand, giving me a reassuring smile before turning her attention to the bidet.

"It fits like this," she said stooping to slide one over the phallus.

"Then," she said straightening and turning. "If your bowels are empty," She began to sit, "You gently ease down on it."

She did, slowly sinking till she was sitting in the bowl. 

"Now press the red button for a few seconds and let the warm disinfectant water fill you."

She pressed it to demonstrate.

"Stop," she said lifting her finger, "And lift up a bit."

She did and I heard the water gush back out. "Do this a few times," she said sinking down again, "And then for the final one press the green button and keep it held till you lift off."

She made it look so easy, not a flicker of discomfort passed over her face as she gave her demonstration.

"Do you need to empty your bowels first," she asked, rising for a second time.

"I..., err...."

"Go and try anyway, it'll make it easier if you stretch your muscles first."

I felt a little embarrassed as I sat on the toilet. I needed to go; the last time had been just before I'd been auctioned, I could only hope it wouldn't be a smelly one. She'd finished by the time I'd flushed and was waiting for me with a smile on her face.



The Trails of Life 03







The Trails of Life 03



Her voice had a dismissive edge and peeping under my brows I could see Sophia turn.

"Anything else she needs to know?" she asked as she moved toward me.

"Not that I know," Justine replied sounding impatient.

The feet stopped next to me as she took the leash then stepped to the door. I scrabbled after her as the door opened; getting a good look at her ankles and the fifteen-centimetre stilettos, she wore.

She used her pad as she walked back up the corridor and I took the opportunity to look up, my eyes following her legs and seeing the little dimples on her thighs and her stocking clad cheeks. As her legs swished, I also caught a glimpse of a red thong.

She pushed through the door, letting it catch me on the shoulder as it sprung back. I was back on the cool tiles, following her as she walked up to the receptionist's window.

She hung my leash on a hook.

"Haley will be here in a minute," she said to the receptionist. "I'll leave him here while I greet her."

As she walked to the door, I sat on one thigh only to jerk back up as the bell tinged and the lift doors opened. Two young men exited, both of them naked and wearing some metal device around their cock and balls.

They had blue collars on and strode determinedly across to stop beside me at the window. It took a second or two until I heard a window slide open and a sharp voice ask, "Yes?"

"Mistress, we were sent to collect Mistress Haley's luggage," one of them said.

"Very well, Mistress Sophia is outside waiting for her now."

I heard the window slide again as they turned away toward the door. Close up, I'd seen that their cocks were in curved metal cages and their balls strapped and distended. It was the thing that had haunted the back of my mind since I'd seen Mistress Justine clad in her black leather. The elephant in the room had had its trunk neutered.

A minute after they had disappeared they came back in, each lugging a suitcase. They held the doors open and Sophia walked past them accompanied by an attractive young woman. As they turned to me I ducked my head again, wary of the whip that dangled from her wrist.

"Here's your man, Justine said there are restrictions on him and she'll send you the details," she said as she reached for the leash above me. "Oh and he needs feeding."

They turned and I followed, looking up to see Haley holding the leash and following on after her as she glanced back to check on me. We stopped at the lift, Sophia turning to Haley and saying,

"I've put you in S twelve, a nice little single. You can meet the rest of the girls at dinner."

"Thank you," she replied giving me another glance.

Sophia's head turned as well, her hand jumped to the leash and tugged it, jerking me forward.

"Were you given permission to rest, worm?" she asked coldly.

I'd still been on my hands and knees, but it seems I wasn't allowed to sit on my heels.

"No mistress," I replied.

"Again, louder bitch boy!" she ordered, twisting her hand to grasp the whip.

"No Mistress," I said as loud as I could without shouting.

She gave me a light tap on the cheek as the lift chimed. "That's better."

I followed them in and she pulled me to the back, leaving me facing the wall. I anticipated the tug and was already turning the moment I felt the jerk of the lift stop. It was a cushion floor that deadened the clack of their heels, thankfully soft to my sore knees. 

We walked down a brightly lit corridor, the two slaves in front stopping at a door near the end; Sophia held her wrist against the reader until it beeped before turning to Haley. "Now yours."

When Haley's beeped, the door opened. She walked through, leaving me crowding Sophia's legs, praying she wouldn't stop or step on my hand.

"It's nicer than being in a dorm like last time," Haley declared, stopping in the middle of the room.

Behind me, Sophia gave out orders, "Put the suitcases on the bed and go."

The two guys carried the suitcases over and after putting them on the bed, they fell to their knees and crawled out.

"You settle in, you're in room U five after lunch. I'll see you later."

She dropped my leash and walked past and behind me.

"Thanks," she said and then the door closed.

"Stand up," she ordered.

I quickly complied; glad to be on my feet and giving my knees a rest. Behind me, a hand pressed flat on my shoulder blade.

"You're not perfect but you'll do," She said, trailing her hand around me as she walked around.

"Open your legs," she commanded as her hand trailed down over my stomach and pubes.

As I opened my legs, her hand curled down under my balls, gripping them tight enough to hurt.

"These are mine now bitch boy. First let's see how big you are, if you've got enough to satisfy me."

She spat on her hand and wiped it over my flaccid cock then used her finger and thumb to push back my foreskin. Her bowed head blocked my view but I didn't need to see to know my cock was responding.

As it thickened in her hand, she started massaging my balls, her finger brushing over my perineum, my shaft hardened rapidly until she stopped. "Well I'd hardly call that magnificent; I may let you use it if you're good."

She turned and walked to the bed, stooping and opening one of the suitcases. She rummaged for a second and then selected a box. Turning, she sat in the gap between the cases.

"Come here," she ordered, starting to open the box.

I walked over, my cock flopping around.

It took her a scant minute before she had me locked in and was tightening the strap to stretch my balls out.

"There," she said leaning back when it was done. "Now you can help me shower and change before we go to lunch.

She gave it a couple of playful taps back and forward before standing and forcing me to take a step back.

"On your knees," she snapped at me.

I dropped to my knees as she walked around me.

"Come on, are you stupid or what?" she called from behind me.

I turned and scrambled after her, coming to a halt as she stopped by the sink.

"Well you can't undress me from down there," she said slowly, lifting a foot to prod my chin.

Wearily I stood again, my hands going to the buttons of her short coat and starting there as she assumed a look of patience. When she let it fall to the floor, my hands moved to the hem of her jumper to lift that.

Smack! She hit my face. "Are you stupid? Don't leave it on the floor; put it in the washing bin."

My cheek smarting, I crouched down, feeling the encumbrance of the cock cage, picking it up and dropping it half a step away in the basket.

"Now my Jumper," she said condescendingly.

I took that off and tossed that in as she twirled around, depriving me the sight of her breasts when her bra came off next. Her skirt was next, a button and a zipper and it was sliding over her hips; I crouched and waited until she stepped out of it before rising to toss that in the bin as well. A hand came to my shoulder as she turned.

"Down," she said almost offhand.

She stood before me in her panties, pale pink on her darker olive skin; her hips, waist, thighs were well proportioned, and though I wished it, I doubted if I'd get to fuck the sweet pussy I was uncovering now.

She had a cropped triangular patch with a trace of hair just curling over the top of her mound, as the gusset peeled away; a pink slit appeared with only slivers of lips peeking through.

I really wished I could taste it. Her small lips wouldn't afford much to suck on but they'd be smooth and silky under my tongue. Her hand came to my head as they slipped to her ankles and she stepped out of them, holding them up on the toe of her foot.

"Ah!" she said sharply as I reached for them. "With your teeth."

I bent my head down and heard her giggle. I had to press my lips hard against her shoe to grip it.

"Now my shoe," she commanded holding it there.

I slipped it off and then the other as she swapped feet.

"Stand."

I rose up, panties still in my mouth.

"Oh, you like the taste of them?" she said catching the crotch and rubbing it on my lips. "You'll get your chance later."

Though I knew the penalty for rebelling, I could feel the resentment rising, I didn't deserve to be treated like this. The humiliation was unnecessary; unless it meant harm, I had to follow her orders. This was no battle of wills where she had to dominate me.

Though I'd had a nice time, the way the other two girls had treated me had shown me my place. Bottom of the pecking order. Here I was going to be grateful for the clauses and rules that prevented them causing me any lasting hurt or injury.

She left me holding the panties till we got to the shower, and then used them to pull me in as she turned the water on. Its soft flow started chilly, causing me to shiver as it spread to my shoulders. A few seconds later, it was pouring welcome warmth on me as she pushed me aside to step into it herself.

"You can wash my back, worm," she said turning it to me.

I looked around for soap and could see none.

"Mistress?" I said hesitantly.

"What is it?" she answered wearily.

"There's no soap or anything."

"Well go and unpack it," she said slightly flustered at the upset. "And bring my cosmetics as well."

I shook my hair as I exited, thankful to stretch my legs and made a hasty exit. The one suitcase she'd left open had whips, cuffs and unopened boxes and packets. I only took time for a quick glance before opening the other to see an array of costumes and under them the two little bags I sought.

She was still standing in the shower when I re-entered. I made the error of thinking the larger bag was the cosmetics and was surprised to find them in the smaller. She stepped out of the shower as I retraced my steps to exchange bags, putting the one on the shelf as I took the other.

She stood shaking her head, her breasts swaying fractionally as I got my first good look at them. "That'll be punished later," she said, the slight curl of her lips betraying her delight as I un-zippered the second bag and looked down to see the shower gel.

I didn't know what she intended as punishment, that was something I'd deal with when the time came; right now I was more concerned with holding my temper in check and not letting her provoke me, or I'd be in real trouble.

I followed her back into the shower, where as soon as I started to wash her back she chided me for being too rough, complaining she wasn't a pot to be scrubbed but a fine china plate that needed a delicate wash.

She stopped me and dismissed me when I got to the small of her back, telling me to go and see if I could do a simple task and hang her clothes in the wardrobe. I was glad to be free of her as I hurried back into the bedroom, wondering if I had the time for a longer look at the contents of the other case.

She had some nice clothes, there was a black top paired with a deep purple skirt, a dark blue dress that looked too small but probably was a skin-tight fit. Next was a sheer satin blouse with a dark pink skirt, a leatherette corset skirt, a rhinestone top and a white zipper top.

Then I sorted through her sexy underwear, the sensuous feel of the silks and satins contrasting with the lace. A couple of her sets were diaphanous and I wondered if I'd get to see her dressed in those.

She came out naked, carrying her makeup bag. My eyes scanned her body, taking in her form and figure as she looked first at the empty suitcases on the bed, and then at me, paused in the act of hanging the last of her bustiers.

"Stop gawking and put the empty case in the bottom out of the way, then you can help me do my hair." She said brusquely.

I hurried to do it, though there was no pleasing her, my apparent rush should keep her placated and me out of trouble. She looked at me in the mirror as I walked up behind her, her lips half painted a bright red.

She left me standing a second or so behind her before turning on the chair. "On your knees, bitch, and wait," She ordered. "You can stand when I want you again."

Staying on my knees was more uncomfortable now, wearing the cock cage had left my balls dangling between my thighs and the way they bulged made them sensitive to even the slightest bump.

She finished the lipstick then opened a side drawer and brought out a hairdryer and turned to me, brush in her other hand. As she did, I pushed myself up onto my feet.

"Just brush it straight and dry it," she said handing them to me. "That'll do for the moment."

She had lustrous black hair, falling smooth and silky as it dried, but my attention was more on her body as she lounged back on the chair; her rounded breasts jutting up and between them her trim bush and the rise of her mound.

She left me on my knees again while she chose what to wear. As I knelt there, I could see her lithe nude form as she took several down and held them against herself, eventually selecting a dark green corset with a translucent top.

She looked through the drawers at the side until she found where I put her underwear and chose a dark blue bikini cut pair and one of the packets of stockings. Coming back to the bed, she called me over.

"Come here."

I dropped to my hands and crawled over.

"Close up the other suitcase and put it by the door," she ordered as I stopped in front of her.

I stood as she bent to thread her panties on and I now noticed that dangling from her neck was the keys to the lock. Tucking the empty box back in, I closed the lid and hefted it to the bed, then walked it over to the door.

I saw her looking at me when I turned and dropped back down onto my knees, waiting for her to tell me what to do next.

"Go and bring my blue shoes," she commanded, starting to put the corset on.

I was annoyed, but it was enough to curse her under my breath, calling her a 'stupid lazy bitch' as I crawled across to collect them. I hopped back on a single hand, stopping in front of her and holding them out.

"Clean them before you give them to me," she said sharply, lifting a foot to push them at my face with the toe.

I put them on the floor, picking one up as I sat back. As I raised my hand to wipe it, she lifted a foot to stop it.

"Lick it clean, worm, I want to see it shine," She said calmly.

Was she deliberately trying to provoke me? Test my limits. She was being a total bitch treating me like a 'go-fer'. I'd take money that she was also a queen bee back at school as well.

I licked it, toe to heel and back to toe then offered it to her. She kicked it from my hand.

"The spike as well, and you'd better give it another lick over, it's been on the floor and it's dirty again."

I almost sighed as I leaned to get it, patiently re-licking it and sucking the heel for good measure. She proffered her foot, obliging me to put it on. After I had clad her second foot, she had me stand and stood herself to have me tighten the laces.

Once that was done, I was back on my knees, following her to the dressing table first to check her then, taking my lead, out into the corridor. Again, I was glad of the soft tiles; even the indentations left by her heels sprang back as she lifted her foot.

We stopped at the lift and rode it down a few floors, getting out into another soft tiled corridor. She took me left and stopped a short distance down to wave her wrist at a reader.

Inside, there was a low central table and office type booths around two of the walls. A shuttered server was set in the other. She led me to the table and dropped my leash.

"You wait here, you can relax now."

I sat properly as she walked off, having to cross my legs because of the encumbrance. She sat in the end booth and brought out her pad. It announced 'You have mail' as she turned it on and I gave up watching, my attention turning to my surroundings.

While the floor was a neutral grey, the walls weren't that much more colourful with what looked like lemon yellow. The walls in the booths reached just overhead height and looked to have plush brown seats.

After maybe five minutes, the door opened and a group of chattering young women walked in leading men.

"Haley!" one shouted excitedly.

"Cathy," Haley half shouted back in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"They suspended me because we were best friends, and it looked like I might be running a temperature," she replied, dropping her slaves leash as she passed, hurrying to join Haley.

The chatter, which had stopped, started again as more slaves joined me at the table and the three other women went into one booth. The men around me were as naked as me, though I'd only seen the man nearest me wearing one of these cock cages I imagined the rest were as well.

The clacking of the shutter bolts and the screech the shutters made as they rolled up had the girls on their feet and queuing. It also drew the attention of the men around me though no one moved until the last of the girls had been served and was on her way back to her seat.

It was artificial steak but real potatoes and vegetables. As it was my first decent meal that day, I ate with relish. The three girls left and took their slaves leaving me and Cathy's slave waiting for our Mistresses.

It was another few minutes before they stood. My fellow slave went to his knees and picked his leash up, holding the wrist loop up. I quickly copied him, holding my loop up as Haley approached.

She barely paused to take it and then I was off chasing after her as she and Cathy headed to the door. Out in the corridor, they walked abreast and I found myself crawling next to Cathy's slave.

We'd barely acknowledged each other, he giving me a wry grin while I nodded back, before we stopped at the lift. They continued chatting about a Chris, they knew having escorted some big shot in 3V.

I took the opportunity to get a proper look at him; he looked barely twenty, still underdeveloped, with a green collar on, earning his citizenship the hard way. In the bright light of the corridor, I could see red blotches on his arms and shoulders with more on his thighs.

With talking forbidden I could only hope for a moment alone with him, if my treatment up to now was anything to go by, I was in for a rough ride. I wanted to know what I was in for, but then on reflection, maybe I didn't.

The lift arrived and taking a quick glance as I pushed myself up I saw that it was occupied by a young master and his slave. We only rode up one floor and I didn't get an opportunity to get a good look at him, but his slave was right in front of me.

She had a harness affair on; a bra-like contraption, but from where I looked I could see her breast hanging free and rings joining straps circling it. Her thigh, in front of me, was red enough to look like a bad case of sunburn. Whoever she was, I felt sorry for her, it looked like it hurt.

We went to Cathy's room, which was a double she was sharing with Gale; it also had a lounge with a big settee and two armchairs. Cathy dropped her leash and turned to the side.

"Coffee, tea?"

"Tea," Haley replied as she led me to the settee, where she sat and left me on all fours.

One of the things annoying me most was not being able to see what was happening. I was like a baby crawling around, seeing only up to the knee. It seemed my world had shrunk, and my part in it.

"You can rest," she said casually to me as Cathy joined her with the drinks. The floor looked wood grained but it had the same feel as all the other floors, soft and warm. They talked more about old friends until Cathy stopped the conversation.

"We'd better get moving, it's nearly time for class."

"Oh," Haley exclaimed. "I'd better hurry then, I've got a suitcase full of my playthings to collect." 

"Do you need a hand?" asked Cathy standing.

Haley chuckled, as she stood, "No, my man can carry it."

Her slave appeared out of nowhere as we approached the door, Cathy pausing to take the loop. The corridor was empty but the lift held two Masters this time. Cathy greeted one while my Mistress stepped around her to the buttons.




The Trails of Life 03



We were crowded to the front of an otherwise empty lift, as I slipped through I found myself staring at the arse of one of the female slaves. Her buttocks were a deeper pink with the colour running down the back of her thighs.

I also had an eyeful of the way her leather thong had crumpled to split her mound before widening. The waistband was joined by a strap to her harness that pulled it tight into her arse crack.

When we got out, I was able to get my first look at a Master. He was leaning nonchalantly against the wall, the leather waistcoat he wore, hanging open to reveal his hairless chest; he had chaps on with a pouch cupping his cock and balls.

Cathy got out with us and Haley led us down to the door. 

"Get my bag," she ordered as she waved her wrist over the reader.

I stood as the door clicked open and stepped inside to retrieve the bag; she thankfully dropped the leash as she and Cathy turned and I was grateful to be back on my feet, able to rest my knees and balls.

We caught the lift up a single floor and with more than a touch of trepidation, I followed her down and into a large room. Although it was brightly lit, the walls, ceiling and floor were black.

The room was quite crowded with young Masters, all dressed alike, far out numbering the Mistresses.

"The lockers are over here," Cathy said, leading the way.

We walked across attracting a few looks. At the lockers she waved her wrist over them until she found hers, then opened it to have me put the case straight in. As soon as I stowed the case I dropped back onto my knees.

The teachers came in together, two Masters, one older and the other looking about my age, and a Mistress.

"Class," one of the Masters said.

"That's Dom Gregory," Cathy said in hushed tones.

"I recognise Domina Verity," Haley replied in a sotto voice.

"The other one is Dom Steward," Cathy continued.

"This afternoon," continued Gregory, now he had our attention. "We are going to continue getting used to dealing with live slaves. I want you to practice bondage and the use of some of the equipment we have in here."

As he was speaking, Mistress Verity came across. "Haley, before you start I want you to practice with your rod and slapper to catch up with what we did this morning, I want to make sure you remember how to do it right."

Haley nodded.

"You can take him down and use the bench in the corner," she continued. "Tie him up and I'll be down to see you in a moment."

"Yes Mistress," Haley said, her hand tightening on the leash.

"Now, Cathy," she said turning away.

Haley turned back to her locker and the suitcase in it. Removing a few things and laying them on the floor before shutting it away again. She gathered them up and led me down the room.

She laid them down on a small picnic table then turned to me. "Sit on the bench," she ordered, letting my leash drop.

I could see four leather cuffs and an assortment of whips, canes and a paddle as I stood. It was with great reluctance that I climbed up and sat next to them.

"Hold your foot up," she ordered.

She strapped a cuff around my ankle, pulling on the rings attached to the sides before dropping it and holding her hand out for the other. I felt like I was signing my death warrant holding my wrists out and letting her cuff them as well.

She stepped back and gave me a visual once over. "Back on your feet," she commanded.

When I did, she unclipped my leash and dropped it under the table. Taking one of my wrists, she guided me to face the end of the table.

"Bend over," she commanded, walking around to the other end.

She scooped her implements out of the way, as I lay flat on my chest, my arms falling clear at the sides.

"Hand."

I brought my right hand up as she squatted, hearing the clink as she took it and clipped a chain to it. She did the same with the other before disappearing down behind me.

My heart was beating fast as her hand brushed over one of my cheeks then across my back.

"Good," boomed Verity, over the general hubbub. "This is better than playing with some robot," she continued enthusiastically.

"Yes Mistress," Haley replied, an edge to her voice.

"Start with the paddle, six on each cheek and watch for the colour change," Verity instructed.

I tried to relax my muscles, knowing it would hurt more if they were tensed.

Smack. The first blow smarted and stung.

"Make him count them," suggested Verity.

"Count them, Man," Haley said with a trace of excitement.

Before I could say 'One' the second blow had landed on the other cheek.

"Two," I said as my held breath huffed out.

Thwap, a line of pain grew across my back.

"What happened to 'One'?" Verity asked, "Even a moron knows that comes first."

"One," I said as a third blow landed.

"Oh," said Verity, a trace of amusement in her voice, "You've mixed up the count, now she'll have to start again."

Behind me, I heard Haley giggle. A hand grabbed my hair, pulling my head up.

"Try and get it right," Verity said, sounding weary.

She released my hair, letting my head fall back down. I rested back on my forehead, annoyed but ready to count, whilst cursing the pair of them mentally. I counted out the twelve and then felt smooth hands revive the sting as she leisurely ran them over my smarting cheeks.

"Good," Verity remarked, "A nice cherry red. You must have been practicing."

"No," Haley replied. "I wish I'd had the chance."

"Try the cane next, twelve of them should be enough," Verity instructed.

"One," I half shouted as a much sharper pain lanced through me with the first stroke of the cane. By three, I was squirming, my breath coming in gasps through clenched teeth.

"A bit lighter," Verity advised.

I didn't feel the difference but by that time, my bottom was on fire and she could have been hitting me with a plank.

The whip was called a crop and she used that next on the back of my thighs, spreading the pain down but thankfully leaving my cheeks to recover.

"Excellent," Verity said. "You tempered the blows well. I see no reason why you shouldn't join the rest."

I could hear the excitement in Haley's voice as she said, "Thank you Mistress."

She still had a smile on her face as she squatted in front of me to unclip the chains from my wrists. Though she didn't order it, I straightened, feeling the smarting grow as my muscles worked and the skin flexed.

"Pick up your leash," she ordered, as she stood.

I bent and scooped it up, my arse burning as the skin stretched. By the time I had straightened, she had scooped up her implements and was walking past me. I dropped back to my knees to follow her as she returned the things to her locker.

Then it was to a space on the floor where she practiced binding me up in various positions. She stretched my muscles and left me aching by the time we stopped for a break, with Cathy coming over to join us while Haley finished undoing me.

We went back down to the lunch room in the crowded lift, where I was allowed to sit down on my sore arse and have a real cup of coffee. As I crawled back behind her I wondered what was coming next and how much it would hurt.

She let me rest while she chatted to both Gail and Cathy about something that had them giggling. I could see nothing again but a forest of legs and other slaves, not that I minded, most of them were pretty and the variety of breasts provided entertainment for me.

The room quietened as the teachers came in.

"Class," Gregory's gruff voice rang out.

Haley jerked my leash to bring me to my knees.

"For the rest of the afternoon I want you to practice with vibrators, there are four different kinds in Cupboard three A. I don't want you to let them cum...."

"Ready," said Verity, appearing beside us. "We'll stick with ball ones, the wands are not much use to us at this stage."

Jenifer and Lola joined us, as she led us toward the lockers.

"If any of you have a personal favourite one you'd like to use," Verity said, leaving the words hanging as she glanced around.

"Yes," volunteered Gail, "It was on my list."

"And me," answered Jenifer.

"Good, go get them."

Haley dropped my leash while Lola asked. "Is it better to have him sitting or lying down?"

I looked around again as she answered, the girls left in the middle of the floor as the young Masters crowded around the cupboard. Most looked pleased at the news, a smile here and there.

"We'll use the sockets down here," I heard Verity say.

The crowd of us started moving down the room, down to the corner that brought painful memories flooding back. Verity brought out an extension from the wall and all the girls crowded around to plug theirs in.

We were all laid out, feet in toward the sockets; Haley came and sat on my knees, giving the vibrator a quick test before looking up at me. She had a slight smile on her face as she leant in, reaching for the cock cage as she clicked the switch again.

She pressed my cock back and homed in on my balls. Though there was pain, there was a lot more pleasure until she pressed too hard and made me jerk reflexively.

"Use some oil as well," Verity advised someone to my left.

Haley paused and applied some to me, increasing the thrill I was getting. The only trouble was, my stiffening cock was bent and had only a little room to expand. The pressure of the bars caused it to throb more and I was back to pleasure and pain.

She moved and started on the cage; though she was focused on my head, I could feel the vibrations throughout my shaft. She focused where my head bulged through the bars at the top, coming back time after time to the circle for my pee hole.

I was beginning to almost enjoy it when she stopped and went back to working my balls again. After twenty minutes, the pleasure was enough to get me near cumming, as she played with my cock cage while watching my face intently.

"Fine," said Verity from the side of me, "Let's take five."

In the silence, I could hear girlish moans and groans as the distant vibrators buzzed and felt slightly jealous of them. They didn't have a pair of throbbing balls full of cum, nor a bent cock.

All too soon, the five minutes were up and she was vibrating my balls again, pouring more oil on them as she focused in on the task. My cock was soon throbbing, mixing with the little pleasure I was getting from her ministrations.

I suffered the frustration of her teasing me till Gregory called a halt and reminded them that any punishments for transgressions had to be listed and would be given the following morning in class.

My balls were super sensitive brushing my legs as I followed her to the locker. She wiped the vibrator down before putting it away then teamed up with Cathy as we walked out of the classroom.

We had to wait for a second lift before she led me to Cathy's room and left her to make tea while she flopped down on the settee.

"Well, that was an easy first day," Haley said as Cathy brought the cups over.

"I enjoyed it," Cathy replied. "It's much better than those robots."

"Yes, but I thought we would be doing more. I don't need to practice knots."

"I think they're getting us used to handling live men."

"I liked that, you get much more feedback from watching them."

"Ow," Cathy mimicked, holding out her hand and sharply pulling it back.

They both chuckled. 

"And when they squirmed from the prickeler," Cathy said provoking another burst of laughter.

"I was so excited when they messaged this morning. I messaged straight back accepting, I thought I was going to have to wait till next month," Haley said.

"We didn't think you were coming, they couldn't find a man."

"Well here I am and the man they found isn't so bad. He's got a decent size dick on him." 

Cathy gave short chuckle. "The Gods favouring you."

"With food poisoning, Yes."

"Into every life...." Cathy said with a mock sigh.

"Well I'm glad I found you here," Haley said.

"And I'm glad you came too, the three girls from this lot are a bit cliquey."

"Can we take them out?" Haley asked.

"After the first week, I think."

"Oh what a bore, Danjo is in town and I can get us into his favourite club. Is there somewhere we have to leave them or can we just lock them in our rooms?"

"We're supposed to be taking care of them, not locking them away. I don't think it would go down well if you got caught."

"Rules," Haley said resignedly.

"There's a bar downstairs remember."

"No, I don't like that place, it's got no atmosphere."

"Well it's all there is for the moment. If you don't like that you'll have to play with your man," Cathy said with a chuckle.

Haley turned and glanced at me. "That was already on the agenda. I haven't had any fun for over a week," she chortled.

I was stunned to hear that she wanted to drag me around clubbing, there were so many things that could go wrong and I dreaded to think of her getting drunk. I wasn't so sure I liked the idea of her playing with me either, unless it meant sex.

It would be a relief to get this cage contraption off. My bladder would need emptying soon and after all that stimulation my balls were pretty full as well. The last time my balls turned blue was the first day with Rachel and she'd made it all better that night.

I wasn't expecting any such turn of fortune with her; she seemed to be concerned only with her own wants and needs. I felt good that my contract guaranteed no injuries, it was a pity it didn't cover pain as well.

They talked on for another fifteen minutes, finishing their drinks. I let my mind drift back to Rachel and the happier times I'd had with her, though she said she'd never had 'feelings' for a boy she got more affectionate and tender the more time I spent with her.

While I was wondering what she was doing now Haley stood up. "Well I must go and change, get into something more comfortable."

"Okay," Cathy replied, standing. "I'll see you later."

I was back on my hands and knees and swivelling as she walked off, following her to the door and ultimately back to her room.

"Mistress," I said as she dropped my leash, "I need to relieve myself."

"First you can unlace me," she said, turning her back to me.

I stretched up; undoing the bow I'd tied earlier and loosened them off, the thought of watching her strip again clashing with my need to use the toilet.

"You may use the toilet now," she said, without turning, as she walked over to the dressing table.

I was annoyed as I'd hopped the contraption would come off now that class was over, and as I crawled over to the toilet I wondered if I'd have to sleep with it on. I stood as the door closed behind me, walking over to the toilet and sitting. 

Peeing was easy enough and it felt good to empty my bladder, it also made my balls feel better, though I'd need to get this cock cage off before I could fully satisfy that itch.

I put the lid back down and, before I flushed, had a look over the bidet next to it. Licking Rachel's buttonhole and letting her lick mine had been an unexpected delight, the perfect starter for oral sex.

This bidet was a different shape and not as easy to sit in, that and the normal fountain left me wondering if they used those syringe ones here. My thoughts wandered on, once again wondering if I could persuade Jem and if she'd like it.

Haley was topless when I returned, her corset on the floor beside her as she brushed her hair in the mirror. I crawled across to her and waited to be 'noticed'.

"Well pick it up and put it in the laundry bin," she scolded.

I sighed inwardly, diverting my annoyance into cursing her as a lazy bitch. Hopping three legged I returned to the bathroom, knowing full well that her panties would be next and then maybe, her tights.

She was sat on the edge of the bed, there dangling between her breasts was only a single key now. She was still wearing her panties and stockings with a shower cap on as she focused on her pad.

I'd noticed her shoes by the dresser and headed for them. "Wait," she said as I was passing her on the way to the wardrobe.

She stood up and thumbed the stockings down, letting them drop to her ankles. Holding up her feet, she said, "Take these as well."

I just had to wait it out, she'd run out of things soon and it looked like she was headed for the shower. I took her stockings off, and trundled on to the wardrobe.

"What!" she exclaimed, as I was folding the stockings.

As I turned and looked, she stared at me. "Come here!" she demanded.

"You're a prisoner not a settler?" She asked, her eyes focused on me as I hastily crawled across.

Hoping the question wasn't rhetorical, I replied, "Yes Mistress," as I arrived at her feet.

She turned back to her pad, stabbing her finger at the screen for a few seconds then sat waiting. The pad chimed. "Incoming call."

"Accept," she snapped.

Then her face changed, "Mistress Justine."

"Mistress Haley," she replied, "You have a complaint?"

"Well," Haley began, somewhat subdued, "It says in your message that anal is out."

"Yes, I know, I wrote it."

"Well that's part of the fun."

"As I explained, his contract doesn't allow it. Do what I suggested. You can share with your friend Cathy when you get to that part."

"But...."

"But nothing, we went to considerable trouble and expense to find him, it was you that insisted."

"Yes, but...."

"There's that word 'But' again. If you're not happy, we can postpone it and you can drop a class and restart next month."

Haley hesitated, "Thank you Domina. I am happy to continue."

"I'm pleased to hear that," Came the reply.

"Dam," she said quietly, and then lay back on the bed.

I couldn't help wonder what would have happened if she'd have said no. I'd have probable been swapped with one of the others. Would it have been frying pan to fire or the other way around? Either way, I was going to suffer.

After a few long seconds, she sat back up and picked up her pad. Tapping the screen, she asked, "Define heterosexual sex."

She spent time reading, tapping and flicking her finger over the screen.

"So you can do some anal, licking buttholes comes under heterosexual," she said with a note of triumph.

I snapped my head up to look at her as she leant forward smiling. "I can't touch yours, but you can lick mine. That's better than nothing." 

She stood up, her long legs centimetres from me.



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She reached out and pressed down on my head, bending it down till my hips jerked reflexively.

"Strong too," she added. "Do you want to swap for tonight?"

"You bet," Haley said enthusiastically. "Ever since that first practice on those robots I've wanted to do it for real. With them I could only imagine the extra thrill it would be, now I can find out."

"You need to ask Mistress Justine to change this for you," Cathy said holding up the cage. "It's a size six and you need a seven at least."

"Really? It went on easy enough."

"Yes, but it must have been uncomfortable for him when he had an erection."

"Oh well, it won't matter till morning. I can see her then," Haley said rising and looking over at Cathy's slave.

"You'll want his key," said Cathy, dipping her hand down her waistband.

"Oh, yes," she said, pausing to take it. "Leash!" she ordered, turning her attention to Cathy's man.

Cathy stood and saw them out.

"On your feet," she ordered as she turned back to me.

I got up and assumed she wanted me to follow as she headed for a door. She had a queen size bed and she stopped by the side of it, turning to me as I caught up.

"Undress me," she ordered with a smile on her face.

My hands went up to the buttons of her short sleeved blouse. I felt her eyes on me as I started on the top button. She had a dainty lace bra underneath, as I caught her blouse from her hand she reached behind and unclipped it. 

Her breasts were firm and round, orange sized domes with pink areolae and little rosebud nipples, I would enjoy playing with them if she let me. As I reached for the waistband of her skirt, her hands moved down, letting her bra fall.

I crouched down to pick it up and heard a zipper go, her skirt dropped to her feet and she put her hand on my head to steady herself as she stepped out of it. I wanted to look up at her crotch as I picked the skirt as well but she sat down on the bed.

"Shoes," she said lazily, as she lifted a foot.

As I straightened, I glanced and saw two lacy strips curve over her hip and disappear into the V of her thighs then concentrated on taking her shoes off.

"Put it round the end of the bed," she said as she watched me stack it up.

I shuffled the short distance and put them down.

"Stand up and get on the bed," she ordered, laying back and swinging her legs up.

As I got on the bed, she raised her hips and pushed her panties down to her thighs.

"Warm me up with your tongue first," she said lifting her feet for me to pull her panties off.

She had my favourite type, long wrinkly lips, they looked perfect for sucking and I couldn't wait to get started. Sex was at last going to be pleasurable for me as well. It was the only pleasure I was going to get out of this place, so like the quiet minutes I should enjoy it while I could.

After I gave her an oral orgasm she rode me for a second, and let me cum trying for a third. I lay there with her on top of me, I could have kept my eyes closed and drifted off but she stirred when my cock slipped out.

She slid next to me, rolling onto her back. "Mm..., she doesn't know what's she's missing."

I was missing Rachel, it had been her image in my mind when I had erupted. Remembering it gave me a twinge of conscience when Jem popped into my thoughts, things were never going to be the same between us.

She sat up and used her panties to clean herself before rolling to the edge of the bed.

"Make me a coffee," she said, looking over her shoulder at me as I got to my knees. "Make yourself one if you're thirsty but use a disposable cup."

"Thank you Mistress," I said and without thinking walked across to the door while she turned to her wardrobe.

She followed me out while I was still making it. She had a satiny dressing gown on, thin enough to be revealing where it clung to her. She sat on the arm of the chair, her gown splitting to reveal a long shapely leg.

I took the cup to her, she took a sip, looking over the cup at me. "You go back to my room and wait, I'm going to use the toilet and take a shower."

"Yes Mistress," I replied, with maybe a flicker of a smile on my face.

We went our separate ways, her to the bathroom and me to more of those precious minutes relaxing and letting them tick away. I was sitting with my back against the bed when she came in, still dressed in her gown.

She looked straight at me. "Massage next," she said, starting for the dresser.

I stood up to wait and took the bottle she handed me when she walked over. She unwrapped the gown, letting it fall to the floor as she clambered on and crawled to the centre of the bed.

My eyes were drawn to her mound and the wrinkled hole above; I licked my lips, trying to at the thought of tasting them again. She broke the spell by lying down, leaving only her trim rounded cheeks to admire.

I climbed on and started at her feet, lifting one and dribbling some of the oil on her sole. I gave her the best massage I could; she was a far better Mistress than Haley, so she deserved it.

I had her give a sigh of pleasure when I got her excited playing with her rosebud, making sure everywhere was well oiled. She had me press and rake my fingers over her back, asking for more when I ran my thumbs up her spine.

I worked her shoulders and neck for a long minute before she stirred. "And now the front," she said, her hips brushing my thighs as she turned over beneath me.

She stretched her arms out and closed her eyes as I dribbled oil into the hollow of her neck then spread it over her shoulders. I spent long enough on her breasts to get her nipples hard then started down her ribs.

She parted her legs, having me lift each knee as she slipped her leg under. She had a thin landing strip and a generous mound outlining the petals of her lips. My mouth watered at the sight and the burst of fragrance that wafted up.

I used my thumbs to stroke up and down her mound first, feeling her hips press up and her hiss of breath as my thumbs squeezed past her hard nub. I swapped to my fingers, the big finger of my left hand finding her rosebud while my other hand began a circular massage on her lips.

It got slicker as her juices flowed and I shifted higher to start rubbing her nub. Her wriggles and jerks increased as she started moaning. I brought my big finger up, sliding it into her tunnel to finger fuck her and take her to the edge.

She climaxed, giving a loud groan as her back arched and I felt her contractions on my finger.

"No, fuck me," she said through her gasps as I started rubbing again.

I lost no time repositioning myself, my cock was already rock hard from playing with her and it slipped in smooth as silk. She clamped her legs around me as I began to fuck her, my need driving as the pleasure washed through me.

It took longer, she had two orgasms with her second triggering mine. It was my turn to lie gasping and exhausted on top of her, feeling her heart racing and her chest heaving, with my head resting on her warm, sweet smelling skin.

It was me, who rolled off when my cock plopped out, hoping she'd let me rest beside her for a while. She did and we both dozed until there was a knock on the door.

"Catherine?" enquired Gail's voice.

"Oh," groaned Cathy as she stirred and sat up. "Coming," she shouted back.

The door opened as I sat up alongside her.

"Oh," Gail said as she saw us. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's alright," Cathy said, coming to her knees. "Just basking in the afterglow."

"That's Haley's man," Gail said, a touch of confusion in her voice.

"It's a long story," began Cathy.

"'S' alright," Gail replied. "I only came to see if you had any cash."

"Cash?" Cathy asked, puzzled.

"Yes, Jenny knows one of the boys, they're going to sneak out and get some beer and wine but they need cash."

"I have some somewhere, but it's not a lot."

"Could I borrow it?"

"Yes, of course," she said shuffling to the edge of the bed.

I turned and slid myself to the edge, sitting there as Cathy walked over to the wardrobe and got her suitcase out. She rummaged around and found her purse then crossed to Gail, who was still standing just inside the door.

Opening the purse as she stopped in front of Gail she pulled out the money.

"Two hundred and fifty credits," Gail said as she took the proffered notes. "The fifty would do unless you want some yourself."

"Yes, take the hundred and I'll have some wine. Oh, have you asked Haley?"

"No, you think she'll come in?"

"Yes, I'll message her now." She turned and came back over to pick up her pad from the bedside table.

I watched her graceful motion, her breasts gentle bounce setting her nipples quivering, it was enough to stir my loins again. She walked back to Gail as she tapped the screen, further inflaming my ardour with a candid look at her swaying arse.

"She's not answering, I'll give you another fifty to cover her, is that okay."

"Yes, that's fine. I'll see you in the bar later."

Gail turned and left. Cathy walked back over and put her purse and pad on the bedside cabinet. Her naked body was a delight to look at, slim but well proportioned, the soft curves of her waist and hips emphasising her femininity.

"Get up and help me get dressed," she ordered, turning to face me. "Fetch me some clean panties from the second drawer."

While I rushed over for them, she walked down and retrieved the clothes she wore earlier. She sat on the edge of the bed, clothes next to her, as she put her bra back on.

When I got there with her fresh panties, she lifted her feet and I dropped to my knees to put them on. I got a last glimpse of her pussy as she stood and pulled them up before passing me the skirt.

When she was dressed, she left me kneeling at the side of the bed and went over to her suitcase again. She returned with what appeared to be a leather belt.

"Stand up," she ordered as she approached me.

I stood and she held out the two ends of the belt to encircle my waist.

"Hold it there."

I held it as she walked around to my back and loosely buckled it. The front of it had a triangular piece hanging down with two laced flaps hanging from it. She came back around the front, pulling my hip so I faced her as she sat on the bed.

She gave me a little smile as she grabbed my cock, it thickened in her hand as she gave it a few lazy strokes. Before it got fully hard, she slid it up under the laces and moved one hand to fondle its head while the other started to tighten the laces from the bottom.

When she was satisfied, her hands moved to my balls and she threaded each one through the attached loop before tightening that. She caught the dangling strap and passed it through my legs then moved around behind me to pull the strap tight before standing and cinching the belt tight.

My shrinking cock felt a lot more comfortable, though I could feel the loop pulling on my balls and the thin strap pressing into my arse crack.

"That'll do," she said to herself as she gave my arse a slap. "Come on, let's get to the bar."

My cock had wilted and my head now only peeked out of the loose lace tunnel, it felt as though I was on display and I was almost grateful to fall to my knees when she took my leash and jerked it.

Crawling into the bar, the real nature of the place was revealed. The vast majority of the students were men. They sat around in groups, one or two of which had remarkable humanoid robots on leashes knelt around them.

Gail was sitting in a mixed group, distinguishable by the live slaves clustered around their feet. I saw Jenifer and Lola as they created a gap for Cathy to slip her chair in. Sitting next to me was an attractive blonde, her full breasts covering the bottom strap as she sat on her thigh.

She responded with a little smile when I raised my brows and gave her a wry grin. Her eyes went to my cock when I sat back. Her interest caused it to stir, swelling enough for the head to emerge as her widening eyes jumped to mine.

There was a chair width between us, too far to risk bridging as we sat exposed to the rest of the room. With the leash still looped to her wrist my movement was limited anyway, it was just slack enough for me to half turn to survey the rest of the bar.

I noticed one or two people glancing over as I scanned around. The robots fascinated me, for me they were a path not followed, an opportunity not taken. These looked quite sophisticated as I saw one crawling behind one of the Masters, its arse wiggling like a real girl.

We must have waited an hour with Cathy hooking the leash on the chair while she went and got drinks, leaving me to sit more comfortably and see more of the crowd without craning my neck.

Finally one of the message alerts was the one we were waiting for. We decamped and travelled down to the service level. There the money and boxes were exchanged and we cycled up in ones and twos.

I was walking, carrying two boxes of wine, the other slave had four cases of beer and even Gail and Cathy carried a case each. We made it safely back to the room. It was all on camera, our wrist ID's tracked, none of it mattered unless we were found out by the Dom's.

I gladly dropped the boxes on the table, stooping and steadying them as I snatched my fingers out. I turned and Gail and Cathy passed me theirs, I followed the other slave into Gail's bedroom and stacked them next to his at the bottom of the bed.

When we got back to the lounge, Cathy had me take one of the boxes into her bedroom while Gail took her slaves leash and left. The other one went into a cupboard in the tiny kitchen.

With everything done, she sat on the settee and selected a newscast channel. After half an hour of intermittent interest, she went and got her pad from the bedroom, spending the next half hour giggling and commenting to herself as she scrolled and tapped out messages.

I was wondering about the robots, from what Haley said they were functional sex bots, expensive things to own. This school was obviously making someone money. Tourism must be increasing and driving demand.

By my reckoning it was getting on towards bedtime, I'd definitely recovered enough because thinking about fucking her again got my cock stiffening. I wondered if I'd share her bed for the night, I hoped so, there looked nowhere else but the floor.

She put the pad aside and stretched, drawing her hand back to cover a yawn. I still caught it and yawned as well as she stood. I quickly picked the leash up and offered it, she gave a little shake of the head and walked off to the bedroom, pad in hand.

I followed, crawling after her as she paused at her door to glance back at me, a little smile playing on her lips. She let me nearly get there before pushing the door wide and walking on. 

I let it shut behind me. "Lock it," she ordered.

I reared up on my knees. "And you can stand in the bedroom if no-one's here."

Gratefully I stood and locked the door. Turning I saw her sitting on the bed tapping a message out while I crossed. She waited for a reply before putting it into standby and stretching to rest it on the cabinet.

She looked up at me standing over her, then stood, forcing me back a pace.

"Well help me undress," she said putting a hand on my cock.

My hands flew to her buttons undoing them as quickly as I could as she began to unlace my thickening cock.

"Leave it," she said as I caught her blouse as it dropped from her hand

My cock was bouncing free as I dropped to my knees to take her panties off. As they reached her knees she sat, toeing her shoes of to leave them piled on the floor with the rest of the things.

"Come on," she said turning to pull the covers down.

She let me get in and slipped in beside me as she commanded the lights out. I got to suck and play with her nipples and then my hand fondling her clit had her excited enough to ride me to a climax and then fall asleep on my chest.

She was lying snuggled up to me when I woke. "There's half an hour yet till we have to get up," she said softly as I turned my head.

"I need to use the toilet," I answered.

"Well hurry up," she said lifting her arm.

I rolled to the edge, catching the lace and pulling it free. Walking over I unlocked the door and peeked out before running across to the bathroom. It was early and if Gail had had a good night, I doubted she'd be up but I checked anyway.

Cathy held the bedclothes up as I crossed back and I gladly dived back in. She turned me, snuggling up to my back with a sigh. I lay there feeling warm and wanted but still wishing it was Rachel that was holding me.

"Come on," she said stirring, "I've got to get you laced up again."

After she laced me up she had me make coffee while she took a quick shower. I made mine but waited until she reappeared, then I poured hers. She took it through into the bedroom with her and nonchalantly dressed as I watched her, my cock stirring in its cradle.

It felt a little funny back on my knees as she took me to breakfast after knocking Gail up. We were the first there, I sat at the top corner of the table looking at Cathy and keeping an eye on the door.

It wasn't until we were nearly finished that Haley turned up looking fresh and spritely. Cathy's slave gave me an annoyed look as he joined me with his food, sitting gingerly, his back to me.

Cathy chatted a little while Haley ate, telling her about the wine first judging by her reaction. I waited, my minute trick reversing into countdown to the start of the first lesson, whatever it might be.

Weights were the answer, weights and clamps. My belt was removed and I had to crawl around dragging weights with my balls and with them hanging from my nipples. The females were the same except their weights were lighter and attached to their labia.

We stayed with the clamping theme with pegs next and learning how to rip a row off with one tug. My nipples were as sore as... well sore and I wished they'd used the numbing spray they used in the other place. My balls were achy too, having been squeezed and squashed with the cluster of pegs on my sac.

The coffee break was welcomed but the next quarter hour when we got back was devoted to practice with a pastry pricker. The tines were blunted but that only lessened the pain as Haley took delight leaving little red trails across my body.

We went on to spreaders, hands and feet stretched apart as the cuffs reappeared and were fastened to us. Then we went on to stocks and crosses, Haley strapping me to a St. Catherine one, joking to Cathy about it as she waited.

After that, it was lunch and a welcome rest while I ate it. The afternoon session saw the girls practicing tying our cock and balls up with string, thin rope and old tights. The masters were practicing their binding the slaves' breasts and pussies in a complex series of knots.

When Dom Gregory called time and gave us a little talk, I was thankful to see the end of another 'school' day, I began hoping that Haley would swap me again tonight; she'd been a bit bored and not exactly gentle by the time she came to practice with the tights.

We hurried back to Cathy's room, Cathy getting the wine out for Haley and Haley opening one. Both us slaves sat waiting at our Mistresses feet as they drank and chatted, Haley, ordering me to take her shoes off and then crouch on all fours for her to rest her legs on me.

Haley finished her second glass then stirred, "Are we going to swap again tonight?"

"I don't mind," said Cathy smiling.

"Thanks," she said, before turning her attention to the other guy, "Pick up my box!" she ordered as she swung her legs off me and stood.

I was glad to see her go, I could look forward to sex with Cathy and a soft bed and a warm body snuggled up to me.

"Up," she ordered as the door closed.

She stood as I got up, passing me the glass as she started for her door. I followed feeling my spirits soar and my laced up cock thicken as I watched the sway of her sexy arse and thought of the joys to come.




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She sat on the bed and I offered her the glass back.

"Drink it if you want, I only took it to be polite," She said leaning back to rest on her elbows.

I gulped it down and put the glass on the cabinet.

"Lie down with me," she said.

As I climbed on the bed, she twisted her hips, letting me lie next to her before snuggling back into me. She reached and brought my arm over, holding the back of my hand as she pulled it around my waist.

"I'll be glad when this is all over," she said with a sigh.

So will I, I thought but didn't say. It was comforting to have her pressed against me, having Cathy for the nights made up for having to suffer under Haley during lessons. We lay there for ten minutes before there was a knock at the door.

"Yes!" Cathy shouted, rising up on her elbow.

Gail opened the door and poked her head in. "There's a midnight party in the red dungeon if you're interested. I'm going to have a nap before it starts."

"Okay, thanks," Cathy said as she leaned back against me.

She sighed and I slipped a hand underneath her, pulling her back down.

She twisted to lie on her back. "I don't feel much like partying," she said sounding rhetorical.

I raised my head to look at her and she turned hers to face me, "I should, but I feel like a bit of an outsider, four weeks is a long time to be away. I should mix and mingle but what's the point. Gail and Jenifer are off to Second City and Lola's going back to her planet."

"And you're staying here," I replied.

"Yes, with my sister until I get a place of my own. I'm going to be working at a tourist club, the owner insists on professional qualification which is why I'm here."

"Tourist club?"

"Silk whips and lots of sex," she said with a chuckle.

"Ah."

"Money, sex and I get to be the boss, what's not to like?

"No. Nothing," I said, giving a little shake of my head. "With a job description like that I know a few who would apply."

"I've a cousin who does it, she's happy enough."

"What about Haley?"

"She's going for the real thing, working at an exclusive country club on her planet."

"Ah ha, that explains a lot."

"You should have met Gena, she'd have put you in your place," she said grinning.

"I'm glad I met you."

"Your cock's the one to thank for that. Having you fill me makes it a better fuck," she said bluntly.

I had no smart answer. As I waited for her to continue I eased my head down to relax my neck muscles.

"Oh well, I think I'll change before tea," she said, propping herself up on her elbows.

She started undressing as she crossed to the wardrobe, unzipping the front of her corset and starting to fold it. I just sat on the edge of the bed and waited, my minutes ticking as I watched her strip her skirt then thong to leave her clad in only her stockings.

She put on a lacy pair of panties and matching bra, then came back to the bed with her blouse and skirt. Dropping the clothes on the bed she took a pace back and put her foot on the bed next to me.

The tips on my fingers trace lines down her leg as I rolled the stocking down, my mind switching my sex drive to high as it detected my thickening cock.

"Later," she said with a giggle as she noticed it.

Her white blouse was shear but a little voluminous, with the shoulders puffed out while her mid thigh skirt was slit up the sides. She tidied her hair and then turned to me.

"Back on your knees," she said casually.

We made the journey encountering a few masters in the lift and unsurprisingly were the first there. Haley came in a few minutes after us, trailing Cathy's slave. This time he sat opposite me on our table to eat his meal.

While he didn't look me in the eyes, his displeasure was obvious. If it would've been my fault I might have felt guilty, but I couldn't be blamed for having a bigger cock. He might as well blame Mother Nature.

Cathy finished before Haley and took me off with her; we shared the lift with some younger masters who were still solo. There were a few unintelligible whispered comments and jokes and a bit if snickering.

"Boys," she said with a slight shake of her head as we exited the lift.

I smiled to myself as the doors closed behind us. She'd obviously heard more than me. I followed her down, when she let us into the lounge she flopped down on the settee and asked me to make coffee. 

I brought the coffee back and proffered the cup to her. "Sit down," she said patting the seat beside her.

As she took her coffee, I turned and sat. "Sit back." I lifted and slid myself back, feeling the belt press around my kidneys as I leant back.

Holding her cup up, she snuggled her back against my side. "That's better, now see if there's anything good on the Vid."

She scanned the programme list and called up a film. It was good enough to get me engrossed in it and I appreciated the twist at the end. We both needed the toilet and she had me make more drinks while she used it first.

When I came out, she greeted me with, "Your cup is on the counter," As she rose from her seat on the arm of one of the chairs.

I walked through into the bedroom behind her. She sat at the monitor with her drink, leaving me the choice of the dressing table, floor or bed. From the end of the bed, I watched her as she composed a few Emails, sending one off into cyberspace with a sigh.

I was bored just sitting there, my thoughts flitting among memories of home. There would only really be Jem and my family to miss me, this was the first time Jem and I had spent any length of time apart and she'd have the nightly reminder of an empty bed.

Not that it worried me too much, but our disappearance would leave them shorthanded back at the factory. The worry was if I'd have a job to go back to, none of the blame was mine so if they were fair, they should keep it open for me.

I was starting to daydream about my arrival home when I heard, "Man."

My head jerked up as I turned to her. "You want a shower? I'm going to have one and we can share it."

"Yes," I said gladly, straightening up.

"You can unlace yourself, and for your own sake remember to call me Mistress," she said as she stood.

"Yes Mistress," I replied

She started undressing as I turned my attention to freeing my cock. She was down to her bra and panties by the time I finished.

"If you stand I'll undo the strap at the back and you can free your balls."

With the strap dangling between my legs, I was able to squeeze my balls through the ring and let everything dangle as it should.

"I'll undo the strap in there," she said as she pushed herself up from the bed and slipped her shower cap on.

I followed walking, the flap at the front bouncing slightly as we headed for the shower. My cock reacted to the ring brushing over it and Cathy's nude figure in front of me.

By the time we got to the shower it was at half mast, she gave me a grin and ran her hand over it and my hip as she moved behind me to undo the belt. She held the buckle while it unwrapped and then dropped it.

"Come on," she said, giving me a little push.

She walked to the corner and began preparing to douche herself. I paid more attention to her than I had Haley as she performed the ritual. With her doing it all, I had nothing to do but watch.

When she finished I turned the shower on and held my hand under it. With a giggle, she pushed me into the spray then stepped in behind me with the gel in her hand.

"You can wash my back," she said, passing me the gel.

She enjoyed the touch of my hands and fingers but didn't let it go too far. She also enjoyed washing me, her hands tracing my muscles and lingering on my cock. After I rinsed she turned over to the warm air and pulling her shower cap off, jumped back in.

She held her arms up and did a slow twirl as the warm air dried us. When we were dry she reminded me to pick the belt up, leaving me trailing her as we returned to the bedroom.

"Let's just cuddle for a while," she said as she turned the covers back. "We can make love after."

I nodded back and held the cover up while she climbed in. She had me back her, pulling both my arms around her waist then letting my hands slip as she snuggled in till they were on her hips.

Even with her warm body pressed against me my erection slowly subsided. Her breathing steadied and there were one or two soft sighs as she lay still. I lay contented, if we fell asleep it'd be a happy one for me, tomorrows troubles could wait till I woke.

As promised, our lovemaking starting when she moved my hands to her breasts. As she got excited, she turned in my arms, moving up to offer her breasts to my mouth. As her excitement grew she pressed down on my shoulder, pushing me down to eat her out.

She pulled her legs back letting me explore her rosebud as well before bringing her to a climax teasing her nub. When she recovered enough, she flipped over and had me fuck her doggie style.

After that, we fell asleep with her snuggled back up into me. My bladder woke me, she complained when I stirred, but let me go.

"You're cold," she said in mock complaint as she laid her head on my chest.

"Ah ha," I acknowledged, wrapping my arms over her.

I lay dozing with her for fifteen minutes before she sighed and pushed herself up.

"Come on, I've got to get you belted and laced up."

I gave her a wry smile as she reared up on her knees. I sat up and followed her off the bed, picking up the belt and handing it to her. She spent a couple of minutes putting it on then telling me to make coffee before she disappeared off to the toilet.

"Take it into the bedroom," she ordered as she made a detour to knock on Gail's door.

She took it to the dressing table and sipped it while she tidied her hair. I sat on the edge of the bed and waited, my belly rumbling at the thought of breakfast. She dressed in her corset and fishnet tights, putting on a black lace G-string over them.

She put her stilettos on sitting next to me the turned to me as we stood. "Knees."

We found my leash next to the settee and with another knock and an answer from Gail, she took me to breakfast. Haley and the others came in late, most of them having just coffee while their men ate.

Then it was off to the classroom and the first lesson. When Gregory turned up with Steward and Verity the first thing they did was hand out hoods. I was left blind to all but the vaguest shadows.

"This is about care and trust," Gregory announced. "I want you to let them stand and then lead them around, remember they can see nothing so you'll have to guide them with their leashes."

"Up," ordered Haley. 

This seemed crazy to me, if she was intent on teasing and tormenting me then this was a strange way of doing it, just because she didn't lead me into pillars or posts I should trust her.

As I stood, I felt a tug on the leash and turned to follow it. "Come along boi."

I followed fairly confident that she'd steer me clear, after all that was the object of the exercise. My arm bumped into a shoulder. There was a girlish 'Ow' and I automatically apologised. "Sorry."

I learned that the further to the side she pulled my leash the quicker I should move. By the end of the first session, I was trusting her. I'd had a few more shoulder brushes but by the end, I was confident enough to let her lead me at a reasonable pace.

At Verity's suggestion she left the hood on when she took me for break, letting me take it off to have my drink. I was relived she didn't put the hood back on, but it meant I was back on my hands and knees.

Unfortunately, she was required to put it back on when we got back to class. I found myself being cuffed to a post with my hands over my head while she played good toy, bad toy with a feather duster and a flail.

After ten minutes of that, she stopped. I felt her body press to mind as she unhooked my cuffs, then her hand trail teasingly down my body as she took up the loop of the leash.

She led me around for a bit had me back on my hands and knees to sit on my backside while she talked to Gail about how she was feeling. I next found myself lead to a wall, she backed me up and chained my arms horizontal.

Nothing happened. Around me, I could hear the murmurs of conversation dying down as the minutes stretched on. In the quietness, I could hear the soft breathing of someone near.

I wasn't sure if it was Haley or a nearby slave, if this was some kind of test, its meaning was lost to me, I couldn't fathom what it was they were meant to be learning. After five minutes, all I had was making us feel more dependant.

It was more minutes off the clock, my countdown to dinner and a breather, hopefully get to use the toilet. I must have gained ten or more when some signal was given and I heard footsteps and then a voice close to my ear asking. "Did you miss me?"

"Yes Mistress," I said to be on the safe side.

A hand tweaked my nipple. "I missed you."

I flinched and a hand slapped my face. "Keep still," she commanded sternly.

She pinched my nipple again, this time I was better prepared and my flinch was barely noticeable.

"Better," she said smugly.

As she undid my wrists, my arms fell to my sides, they ached a bit but discomfort was something I was learning to live with. She led me out into free space again, dodging one or two hidden bodies on the way.

I heard Gail's voice then Cathy's and soon found myself being used as a seat again. Gail talked about the party and I tuned out, wondering how long it was until dinner. More than anything else, I was bored.

I was glad when Gregory called them to attention. He announced that the afternoon would be a mock get together and they could practice their social skills and play with their slaves.

The hood came off, the bright lights in the classroom dazzling me temporarily, before she took me to dinner. I was back on all fours, but seeing again more than made up for that.

Cathy joined us as we made our way to the door. With the crowd of us exiting, I was taking care with my fingers and toes and was surprised when Cathy stopped and exclaimed, "What!"

Haley shushed her and took her arm, walking her on.

Their voices were too low to hear anything and they fell quiet as we waited at the lift. I could see Cathy had a smile while Haley looked more serious, I didn't know what was going on but something was up.

I didn't find out till after dinner and we were in Haley's room. Cathy had accepted Haley's offer of a thousand credits and agreed to tell Mistress Justine that she would swap slaves with her.



The Trails of Life 05







The Trails of Life 05



I could feel the hardness of the belt as she pressed against me, the bottom of my laced up cock wedged in her ass crack. I was left wondering about tomorrow's itinerary, the hotel seemed a strange destination.

The club intrigued me, I had difficulty picturing a bondage club; would it be dungeon like? Chains on the wall? I'd find out when we got there. With not much else to think about I let myself doze, relying on her to get us up for tea.

I was awake enough to feel her stir and sat up as she did.

"Computer, time?" she commanded.

"Seventeen forty five."

"Come on, we've got fifteen minutes and I've got to change."

She started to pull her t-shirt off as she got off the bed. I got up as well wondering how to help; I took a few steps behind her and stopped, watching as she started to slip her shorts down.

She had a beautiful body and my cock reacted in a manly fashion, thickening as she bent to free her feet. She was just as sexy dressing, pulling on her panties and then plumping her breast as she adjusted her bra.

She put on a loose tracksuit and then went over and checked her hair.

"Come on then," she said as she started for the door.

I handed her the loop as she paused for me at the outer door then dropped to my knees to follow her. Haley may have come later but we were first in and first out leaving just Jenifer and Lola.

Back in her room she had the screen on and watched the local news, settling into a similar routine as the previous night, in a while she'd pull out her pad and connect to facespace.

Today had been a free day, tomorrow sounded easy going and tonight I'd have Cathy in my arms. It was like finding a spot of sunlight in a thick forest, a brief uplifting of spirits before plunging back into the gloomy unknown on the other side.

She had me make the drinks and follow her into the bedroom. She was sitting up on the bed, leaning against the headboard. I walked over and sat on the edge, handing her the drink then sipping mine.

She sat contemplatively sipping hers, her knees up and arms resting on them. I wondered what she was thinking, the wistful look on her face. In her few unguarded moments she looked young and vulnerable, times like this brought out a protective feeling in me.

I finished my coffee before her, spending five minutes more waiting until she tried to take a sip from an empty cup and chuckled before handing it to me. She shifted down the bed, sliding to the edge next to me.

"Stand up and give me your back," she said.

As I did, I started undoing the lace. She removed it then stood and stripped off her tracksuit and bra before pulling the covers down. As she got in, I followed her, delighted when she faced me and laid her arm out.

I snuggled up to her, slipping an arm under her neck as hers encircled my back.

"Why is life so complicated?" she asked rhetorically.

"It's we who are complicated," I replied.

"No, it's my mother, she's just been sanctioned."

"Is that bad?"

It sounded bad so it probably was but they say a worry shared is a worry halved.

"A month's loss of privileges, my dad's really angry, he wants the guy who assaulted her arrested and have her cleared of slapping his face."

"Justice for the rich huh?"

"Probably."

She tightened her arms and lay quietly. I took the opportunity to doze again, hoping the press of her sexy body would guide my dreams. She woke when I disentangled us, but was mollified when I told her I needed to use the toilet.

In the morning, she was lying with her back to me when I woke and I carefully rolled to back her. I didn't have long to wait till she came awake, stretching and turning to me with a smile on her face.

She had me make her a cup of tea while she showered then sent me for a shower. After a quick wash I came back to find her sitting at the dressing table in just a sexy black bra and panty set.

"What do you think I should wear today?" she asked turning to me.

"If you want effect then you're dressed for that already," I joked.

She chuckled, "I'm the Mistress not the slave. I was thinking of either my suit or a dress."

"What's the suit like?"

"It's a light grey one that I got for interviews," she replied getting up.

"And the dress?" I asked as she walked over toward the wardrobe.

She smiled as shook her head. "Cheeky, I've got more than one."

I smiled back. "Which one were you thinking of?"

"This one." She said pulling out a green one.

It was actually several shades of green. Its base was a light pastel green with ruffled layers of darker green chiffon. It looked very feminine when she held it in front of her.

"Mm," I said appreciatively. "You'd look stunning in that."

Stunningly sexy I should have said, if she were giving me the choice the suit would have to be something special to beat that.

"Or this," she said turning back and hanging the dress then selecting a pale grey suit.

She held it in front of her as she turned to me. The skirt looked short, no longer than mid thigh. The jacket looked well tailored with slightly padded shoulders and a narrow collar with two buttons at midriff level.

"Who do you want to be, the suit would make you look like an executive. It'll keep the men away whereas the dress will attract them like moths to a flame."

"I'll go with the suit-cool and aloof," she said chuckling again.

She held it out to me and I stepped forward and took it from her. She turned and hung the other one up then bent and chose a pair of black ten centimetre heels and a dark pair of tights.

She sent me back to get a silky soft cream blouse to go with it. When she put it on it was transparent enough to see her bra under it. Next was her makeup, lightly applied but very effective. She even put a few dabs of her perfume on my neck to ward off any strange girls.

After that, it was time to get me dressed, putting the belt on and giving me a frustrating half way there blow job before lacing me up. I was surprised to find Gail in the lounge as I took the cups back on our way out. 

She was dressed in an emerald green bodice over what looked like a darker green body stocking. At her waist was a micro skirt that barely came down to her crotch. She had fifteen centimetre heels on her knee high boots and looked like she could have walked off a film set.

"Gail," Cathy greeted her as she followed me out. "Ready for breakfast?"

"I will be as soon as my sub's finished in the toilet," she replied.

Though she didn't broach the subject, Gail looked bemused by Cathy's choice of clothes.

"I'll walk on then," Cathy said.

I hurried to the door, my hand tracing the leash down to hand her the loop as she caught up with me.

"Later," Cathy said as we exited.

All the other Mistresses had chosen outfits similar to Gail's, excepting Jenifer who wore a silver spandex cat suit that I would have loved to peel off her. My fellow slaves were a lot more cheerful but they didn't have my worries that my public exposure might get back to people I knew.

There was an air of anticipation as we made our way down to the entrance hall, a buzz of excited chatter that grew louder until Gregory and Stewart exited the lift. They took two small groups out with them with Verity turning up and coming over to our little group before Gregory returned.

"Right Ladies," she said as she waved us to gather in front of her.

"One important rule, I want you to walk them unless you're on carpet," she said with emphasis on the 'walk'.

She went on to tell them to mind their manners and things but I was focused on my relief that we didn't have to crawl and the conflict of knowing I'd be more exposed upright. It was a sad thing to be robbed of your free will.

The hotel was only a few blocks away and catered to the thrill seeking tourists who wanted a taste of the BDSM scene. It had a restaurant and lounge on the ground floor with signage advertising a discreet club upstairs and a casino above that.

It was a step further than the session they had the other afternoon, here they were accepted at face value. We certainly attracted attention, Cathy in her power suit and me voluntarily back on my hands and knees since we hit carpet.

As the order was to mingle, Cathy took me into the restaurant bar and ordered a soft drink. Perched on the stool with me knelt beside her we soon attracted attention, with a couple of guys coming over and sitting either side of her.

They used lame pick up lines, full of double entendre and sly innuendo's mixed in, she strung them along a while before they realised she wasn't interested. I was enjoying it, watching my Cathy play with them amused me and endeared her to me.

As the morning wore on, we visited the casino where it took Verity and then Greg to see off one of Jenifer's persistent admirers. We got some offers for my time as well, one attractive middle-aged woman offering a hundred for an hour with me.

We had dinner at the hotel before we left, the Masters and Mistresses in the restaurant and us slaves in the staff kitchen under the watchful eyes of the hotel security.

We journeyed by taxi again to the club. Part of it lived up to my expectations with one bar decorated as if it was a dungeon, with the tables and benches looking like they were made out of rough wood.

Cathy took me up to the roof where they had a little café and lots of potted plants and shrubs. She got us both glasses of juice and we settled for one of the tables half hidden in the shrubbery.

The first thing she did was have me take her shoes off then she relaxed back with a sigh. "A bit of peace and quiet."

I relaxed as best I could on the smooth hard floor, the scent of the flowers reminding me of our tiny garden back home and the flowers that Jem planted there. Cathy brought out her pad and began tapping it.

We escaped attention for nearly an hour before some of the young Masters came up to join us. They settled near enough to us that their talk carried over, apparently the floorshow they'd just seen had gotten them all excited.

As they talked, we heard a vivid description of a bound female being fucked in every hole. After only a short while, Cathy screwed up her face at me and stood. She took us back downstairs, finding a quiet lounge filled with mostly older members.

She was delighted when the waitress came and ordered tea. The waitress returned, her (heavy) breasts hovering perilously close to the little pot she carried on a tray. When she set it down, I could see that she'd only brought one cup.

While she drank, I sat with my back to her chair, the curved wooden insert on the arm preventing me from getting really comfortable. Looking around the high backs and wings hid everybody who wasn't facing us and wasn't hidden by the chairs around our table.

There were pictures on the walls and I looked at those I could see, one of the nearest and clearest was of a woman with her hands tied to a post, her back stripped bare and the arm of someone out of the picture swinging a whip.

The only other one I could see clearly had a naked female bent over a man's legs as he spanked her. I didn't bother trying to make out the others; they were probably all the same theme and wasted on me.

I sat there practicing my patience and listening to the tick of a clock somewhere counting the minutes for me. We waited out the time there, returning to the dungeon like bar for the last ten minutes before Verity called us out and put us in taxis back.

She had me make drinks, including one for Gail, when we got back to the room. Both of them disappeared into their bedrooms, when I made them I set Gail's on the table and carried Cathy's into her bedroom.

Her suit was laid out on the bed and she was sat at the dresser taking her make up off. I took her the cup then went and got the hanger for her suit and re-hung it. Taking her shoes as well, I returned them to the wardrobe.

She finished cleansing her face and walked over to the bed. Without her make up, she might not have been as beautiful but her natural beauty was enough to sway most men's hearts.

She sat and took her blouse off. "Laundry," she said as she handed it to me. By the time I'd put it in the basket she'd turned the covers down and was in bed, still with her tights and underwear on.

I joined her and let her back me. The silky feel of her legs brushing against mine as she settled had my erection growing even before her ass pressed against it. The warmth and nearness of her encouraged it more, swelling it until she noticed.

She turned over, her hand moving down to cover the bulge. "I'll let you loosen it; we can take it off after tea."

She rolled back but gave me room and time to undo the laces before snuggling back in. With it loose, my cock subsided and I was left in the limbo of my own thoughts, with my life on hold, I could only ponder my future and reflect on my past.

The good times I could remember mostly involved sex; there were things like seeing my name on the 2.1 list and the party that night in there, along with the memorable night with Cindie and Susi.

I snapped awake, as she turned on her back, ready to get up for tea. As she sat up, I started to rise. "No, you can stay where you are. I'm only getting my pad."

I rolled to my back as she twisted over me. Turning, I watched her slide to the edge and pick up her bag. She clambered back over me and as I rolled, she snuggled back into me and turned her pad on.

Over her shoulder, I could see her tap the Witter icon. I tightened my arm around her, turning my head to lay it on hers. I presumed she was worried about her family, maybe she'd had an idea that might help.

Whatever the reason the small movements of her arms kept me from dozing again. I was forced back into thoughts I'd run over a hundred times. A thought and image of Rachel came up unbidden, warming me up with memories of how good I had it three weeks ago.

With Rachel in my thoughts time passed quickly, Cathy turning again brought me back to reality.

"Tea time," she announced.

"Okay," I replied, as I rolled to the edge.

I turned as I stood, seeing her lifting to take her tights off. Leaning back over, I helped her with them as she swivelled around. As I shook them to straighten them, she moved from the bed and went over to the wardrobe. I followed and saw her pull out her tracksuit.

Jenifer was there first, sitting in her usual booth. Not long after Haley came in and sat on her own. Lola and Gail came shortly after and joined Jenifer. Before we left, Jenifer came over and had a quick word with Cathy, nodding as they reached agreement on something.

We were the first to leave, even finding the lift empty for once. Back in the lounge, she left me to make the drinks and walked off into her bedroom. She returned carrying two bottles of the wine, putting them on the table before sitting and ordering the screen on.

I sat at the side of her as the news played. Gail came in; as she drew level, she dropped the leash.

"Here's ten," she said handing over a note. "I'll get the rest now."

Gail soon returned from her room handing over the other ten and letting her slave stand to carry the bottles. Cathy slipped the money into her bag and brought her pad out.

"Sit up so I can back you." she said as she dropped the bag on the floor.

As I stood, she saw the belt. "Oh," she said, her face changing. "Let's get that off you."

I turned to let her start while the laces were loose enough for me to easily pull my flaccid cock free. As the strap fell free, I reached down and freed my balls, letting her pull the belt free.

Sitting next to her, she moved me up and her backing became lying with her head in my lap. The brush of her hair as she moved sent small thrills through me, encouraging my cock to thicken.

I closed my eyes and laid my head back, thinking about Rachel again, and the memory of the joyful times clouded by the thought that I'd never see her again. With Jem waiting at home for me it was probably for the best.

That unique set of circumstances that had thrown us together, had torn us apart as well, forever a 'what if' and a tender spot in my heart. It was some time later that Cathy stirred, swinging her legs from the arm to sit back up.

"Come on, time for a proper cuddle," she said bending for her bag.

I followed, pausing to pick up my belt on the way. Dropping her bag by the door, she shed her top and unsnapped her bra as she walked to the bed. Pulling the covers back, she turned and thumbed down her panties with the bottoms before sitting. 

I dropped down to pull them from her feet then clambered onto the bed as she slipped under the covers. She faced me, her arms circling my neck as I moved into her. She snuggled into me, her leg looping over mine.

She surprised me, by leaning in and kissing me. "Shall we make up for last night?" she asked, when she broke it a few seconds later.

Immediately my cock twitched in response. She leant in with me meeting her halfway for a more passionate kiss. My hand moved from her back trailing around to take her breast and begin massaging it.

Within minutes, I had pressed her onto her back and was sucking one nipple while my thumb and finger teased the other. Her hands were in my hair as her soft moans filled my ears, letting me know how well I was pleasing her.

I shifted onto my knees and turned, my hand snaking down over her ribs, I dallied, playing with a finger in her navel for a few seconds before trailing down to her soft pussy.

Her hips rose as my hand slipped between them, she felt very wet as my three fingers slipped over her spread lips, I began sliding them gently up and down as I returned my focus to her nipples stretching them both till they slipped free.

She wriggled, her hips grinding her pussy against my hand. I slipped a finger inside her, the heel of my hand coming down to press on her clit. The moan of me entering her, was amplified into a groan as I started finger fucking her.

I didn't stop till I brought her to the brink then I spent the last few seconds with my thumb on her clit sending her into her loudest orgasm yet. She was sobbing for breath as I lifted off and manoeuvred myself between her legs ready to give her another one as soon as she was recovered enough.

"Fuck me now," she gasped as she brought her hands to hold my arms.

I wasted no time and let the wetness of the tunnel coat it as I slid my throbbing head in. The pleasure surged through me as Cathy gasped with pleasure, her hands tightening on my biceps as my shaft slipped slowly in.

As our hips met, I looked up to see her happy anticipatory face.

"Enjoy," I whispered as I began to rock my hips.

She gave a moan in answer as she closed her eyes. I slowly upped the tempo as I shortened the stroke, feeling my pleasure building with every thrust. It took a minute or so before I had her on the brink and sped up to give her that final push.

Her tunnel clenched three times, each of her shuddering waves pushing me a little closer to mine. Each was also accompanied by a delirious groan and her nails digging into my arms as her head thrashed around.

"Don't stop," she managed to say as the last tremor subsided.

I started slowly and she gave a wriggle almost immediately. Her hands left my arms and went to her breasts, massaging them as I sped up. I closed my eyes as I fell into a rhythm, feeling the pleasure building to my point of no return

My groan was soft, compared to hers but it signalled my climax, my seed filling her as my hips jerked. I felt her probing fingers seek out her clit, massaging it till she came. I held my self up until her hand fell away and her shuddering stopped then lowered my body onto hers.

It was long seconds after my cock slipped free that she looped her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a quick kiss and a whispered, "Thank you," before rolling me off her. 




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She snuggled up to my side, head on my shoulder and arm stretched over me. From nowhere came a déjà vu moment of a time with Rachel, I let myself dwell on the thought as I drifted off.

The days drifted on when it was practice or the more frequent demonstration of a technique. She didn't spare the rod muck and always gave me a blowjob afterwards. The days out, she spent trying to avoid being hit on, but enjoying toying with some of the ones who tried.

The final week was easy as all the tests and exams were over and evening excursions were arranged. The last week also saw my getting a little anxious as my time there came to an end and my next assignment loomed.

On the last morning Cathy sixty-nined me before we had our last fuck and she handed me over to Sophie to take me back to the prison. It was only a short ride but I felt my anxieties build, I had two weeks left and I was surely due some matron bidding me up.



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The Trails of Life 06



"Right. Time you were going."

I stood, probable getting more nervous than her as I prayed I didn't trip up.

"Okay," I said standing. "Do I just go back to my room when I've finished?"

"No, you can come back here."

"Okay, I'll see you later then." I replied, turning for the door.

As I walked up to door number three I steeled myself, as I went to knock a green light above the door blinked on and with a snick the door swung slightly ajar.

"There you are, dear boy." She greeted me. "Time to get the poisons out of my body."

She stood, already dressed in a robe. "This way then," I said cheerfully.

I took her down to the sauna fending off more questions than I answered about the spa. When we got to the dressing room it proved that the robe and a pair of high heels was all she was wearing.

She insisted that I accompany her into the sauna and sat on the bench to watch me undress. Her eyes fell delightedly on the bulge in my trunks as my slacks came off and I deliberately faced her as I peeled those down.

I was seeing her but it was thoughts of Rachel in her place that had stiffened my cock enough to impress her, not that I mattered, I was going to be just another notch on her bedpost.

After a quick wet down in the shower I was glad to see the sauna was running. I set it to one of the lowest programs with a timeout after thirty minutes. We'd been in there less than a minute when she moved next to me.

"Tell me about your collar? I see plenty of reds and greens but not many blues."

"I'm in the judicial system," I replied, trying to be oblique.

"Huh?" Came her quizzical reply.

"I'm here because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, it's a long story."

"I'm listening."

"I'm here to help them out...,"

"You're not a personal trainer are you?" she said, interrupting me

"Not exactly, I only just started in the job but I know what I'm doing."

"That's not important; you've got all the equipment I require," she said, laying a hand on my thigh. "I just wondered about your blue collar."

I slipped my arm around her neck, letting my hand dangle above her breast.

"You can touch them if you want," she said in a soft seductive voice.

I let my hand fall and brought the other one up to take both nipples. She gave a shrill squeal and her hand slipped to grasp my cock. I gave a soft moan as she began to stroke it and gave a little squeeze to her nipples as I rolled them in my fingers and thumbs.

She moaned back and twisted slightly to press her back into my side. I dropped my arm over her shoulder and cupped my hand under the breast to start squeezing and massaging it.

"Mm," she said, relaxing further. "Here's not the place, shall we go to my room?"

"You're the boss," I said as she started to sit back up.

I felt sweaty enough to look longingly at the showers as we passed and had her confiscate my trunks, commenting that I needn't bother putting them on for the short ride up. I gave her a broad smile back in case there was a joke in there.

She shed her robe and turned to me as soon as we were inside, her hands went to the button on my fly, as she unzipped me I pulled my vest off. Her hand grasped my growing cock as I shuffled the slacks to my ankles.

I resisted her tug till I'd freed my feet then let her lead me by the cock into the bedroom. She released me as we got to the bed.

"Come and play with my nipples again," she said, looking at me as she lay back.

I clambered up on the bed and knelt beside her, my fingers spreading as I reach out to continue where we left off downstairs. When I brought my tongue into play she began moaning and flexing her torso.

She gave an 'Ah' when I trailed my tongue to the other nipple, one hand coming to my neck while the other snaked down between her opening thighs. I carried on sucking while my fingers played with the other one, pleasing her while she pleasured herself below.

It took scant minutes till she reached her first climax, her body writhing as she half groaned an 'Oh Yes'. The arm on my neck held me tight and crushed my mouth into her breast, as I tried to lift away her arm loosened slightly.

"Lick me!" she said urgently between her gasps.

I pressed the arm back and started to suck on her nipple.

"Umm," she moaned. "Lick."

I backed off further and licked around her areola, spiralling out and back in to push and prod at her nipple.

"Lick it all over," she instructed, her slick fingers moving to take over her other nipple from mine.

I widened the circle further till my chin brushed her nipple.

"And the other one," she said softly.

On the next go around I let my tongue cross the gap and circled the other. I could taste the cum from her fingers as I got to her areola, it's aroma and flavour notching my arousal up and making me hope I'd get to the source soon.

Her own hand went back between her thighs, her movements more gentle than the frantic rubbing of last time. I continued licking, giving each breast its share of my tongue and occasionally teasing her nipples with a lick over.

Her hand suddenly pushed on my neck, guiding my head down. "Lick my tinkle flower," she urged.

I didn't need telling twice, I swivelled on my knees and moved my hands to her thighs. My head dipped down as her hand parted my thighs, reaching up to grasp my shaft. For a second I hoped she might lift my thigh for a sixty nine but she was content to start stroking it.

She had a rich aroma, and a tangy taste. Her mound was small and smooth with firm lips nestling inside, her hard nub just peeking out from its fleshy concealment. My tongue delved down to lap at her juices, spreading her lips as it glided over them.

It took a long minute or so for her mewing 'Mm's' to become soft moans of pleasure. By the time my tongue had explored every nook and cranny her stroking my cock was intermittent and her hips were rolling under me.

When I switched to her nub she gave a little cry and her hips thrust a fraction to press against my lips. I parted them and sucked while the tip of my tongue flicked over the hard pearl.

She wriggled with delight, her hand squeezing my shaft as her arm tightened around my thigh. I kept my tongue busy, rubbing and stroking it with the tip while I drew my hand in to massage her mound and lips with my thumbs.

When she climaxed this time it was with a screamed 'Yes' and a violent thrust that dislodged me. I lay on my side as she recovered, my legs stretched out and my head on her thigh still inhaling her rich aroma.

I felt her stir and saw her hand reaching for my cock. "I'm ready for this now big boy."

I swung my legs down, my cock slipping from her grasp. Coming to my knees I eased back and moved between her thighs. Her tunnel was wet and warm and I felt the pleasure of my head slipping easily in and sinking smoothly till she took my full length.

Leaning forward onto my hands I felt my chest brush over her breasts, her hands came up to grasp my shoulders, her eyes focused on my face. She gave a small moan as I pulled my hips back and then a sigh as I plunged back down.

The pleasure flowed through me as I got into my rhythm. I closed my eyes as I rocked my hips, enjoying the act for what it was, a release of sexual tension. Marilyn, below me, was also enjoying it, her moans increasing in intensity as a tremor ran through her.

She came, her grunts and groans culminating in a screamed 'Yes' and strained 'Oh God's' as she fought for breath afterwards. I hung poised above her, using the time to steady my breathing while waiting to resume and find my own release.

I began again as her eyes fluttered open, starting slowly as I got my swing back.

"Harder," she urged.

I upped the tempo and she rewarded me with a moan. All I was interested in was the growing level of pleasure I was getting as my hips rocked faster. I was nearing my climax as the first shiver ran through her and I pushed my straining muscles that bit harder as we raced toward the line.

She climaxed as I did. My gushing seed filling her as my shaft was milked by her multiple contractions, my groan overwhelmed by her piercing cry. I sagged down onto my elbows spent, my chest resting on her heaving breasts as I fought for my own breath.

"Up," she gasped, her hands coming to my shoulders.

I pushed myself back up onto my hands to give her room to breath, in doing so my softening cock plopped out.

"Oh," she sighed through her panting.

I could feel the cold of the perspiration on my back and chest, the leaden feel in my biceps. I straightened, seeing the centimetres long scars under her breasts. They came as no surprise, enhancing her breasts would have come long before the face lift.

I stepped my knees over hers, lying next to her as the euphoric afterglow faded. It wasn't long till she stirred, half rolling to face me.

"You'll do, you're better than Cliff," she said smiling at me. "Are you free this evening?"

"Of course," I said smoothly, turning to my side to face her.

"About eight," she said. "I'll be waiting for you."

With that she rolled onto her back.

"I'd better go," I said, pushing myself up. "I've got things to do."

"Mm," she acknowledged.

I sat and swung my legs to the edge of the bed, my mind on a nice hot shower next then remembered that Philly wanted to see me when I finished. Dressed I went down and made my way to her office.

As I walked across the reception Phoebe called. "She's not in."

"Oh," I replied turning towards her. "Any idea...?"

"Uh uh, she went through into the lounge ten minutes ago."

"Okay," I said, stopping. "I'll wait in there for her."

"Or you could keep me company."

"Here, there. I don't mind," I said, letting a smile grow on my lips.

She was curious about what I'd done. Because I hadn't been convicted of theft or violence, she told me, the details were sealed. While I had every reason to tell her I knew that everyone in the place would know and didn't want to keep being told how unfair it was.

On the other hand if I said nothing she'd think the worse and I didn't want that. I was half way through explaining when Philly turned up, thankfully I'd explained how I was innocent and had to leave it at that as I hurried to follow Philly.

"Well?" she asked as I entered.

"Well, we made love and she wants me back at eight."

"How," she started, trying to retain her composure. "Did the sauna go?"

"Fine, lasted all of two minutes till she grabbed my cock," I replied teasing her.

"So you had a good time?"

"Yes," I admitted. "But it was because I gave her a good time. She was triply satisfied with my performance."

"Three!"

"Yup." I replied, then pressing my advantage. "Is that all? Because I'd like a shower to freshen me up."

"Yes," she answered to readily. "You can go and have your shower then wait there till I come for you."

"Okay," I answered cheerily.

I had questions I should have asked about the facilities but I'd have chance later. I'd have to tell her about Marilyn asking about my collar as well, I didn't think she'd follow it up but there was a small chance.

I had my shower and slipped naked into the bed, adding decent underwear to the list. Despite my recent exertions I wasn't tired and I lay there thinking about events.

This was paradise compared to the last two, no kneeling or being led around, my own room and bed and the freedom to use the shower and toilet when I wanted. It was a pity it was only for a week and I had an unknown week still.

I was wide awake and managed to shout. "Come in." In answer to the knock as she opened the door.

"What are you doing in bed?"

"Keeping myself covered in case someone walks in, I'm naked under here."

"I've seen it all anyway," she replied cockily.

"I didn't have an option then."

"Well you better get dressed because it's time for tea."

I kept the cover over me as I turned and slipped my legs over the edge. She didn't make a move to leave. Bending I retrieved the slacks from the side of the bed and fed the legs over my feet then up to my thighs.

Holding the cover in place I turned as I stood and one handedly pulled them up to my hips. Letting the cover fall I pulled them to my waist and quickly zipped up. I looked around to see her with an amused look on her face.

I sat back down again to pick up my vest then put it on as I stood. She turned and led me to the lift, we dropped a floor and I walked with her to the staff canteen. I had chicken pie with potatoes and peas while she had a rice dish.

"How late do the saunas and things stay open?" was my first question.

"Eight 'o' clock," she answered with a smirk.

I asked a few other innocuous questions including a request for a brochure then I mentioned that Marilyn had asked about my collar making the comment that she hadn't seen many blues.

Philly looked a bit panicked as I told her and I assured her that it was only a casual enquiry and I didn't think Marilyn would follow it up. She asked me what my conviction was for, sitting quiet and attentive while I told her.

She asked me if I had appealed and I told her I didn't even know how nor been given the chance as I'd been auctioned off that afternoon. I could hear the touch of sympathy in her voice as she asked me more about who I was working for and the job we'd been doing.

She did a quick search on her pad and found the reports in the 'Wayback Machine'. I told her I didn't want to start making a fuss, besides my time here I only had a week left, by the time any appeal could be heard I'd probably be free.

She saw the point but still thought it unfair, agreeing that it wasn't worth pursuing. She tracked back to Marilyn and the collar and I told her that she also knew that I was no trainer and hadn't seemed bothered about that either.

While it didn't shock me that Heath Robinson wasn't her real name I was surprised to learn that she was a child star that hadn't made the transition into mature roles. Philly wouldn't say why she was here, generalising it to 'Relationship troubles'.

She promised me another set of clothes and underwear and that she'd have Sam show me the rest of the facilities and I should meet her there. Then Philly's pad interrupted, playing a ring tone; looking at it I saw her mother's avatar.

"Excuse me; I need to take this," she said getting up.

She left, talking to the pad. I stacked up the plates onto the trays taking them back and helping myself to another cup of coffee. With not much else to do when I finished that I decided to go do a bit of exploring on my own.

I found the gym, popping my head through into the 'Training Room' I saw two guests using the apparatus, one on a treadmill and the other rowing. The 'Weights' room was empty and I couldn't resist trying my arm with a couple of hand weights.

I visited the 'Mud' room next. It was white tiled with two rooms each with a plain plastic topped table in the centre and a shower head above. In a small side room there was a tank of still warm black mud.

As I walked back out of there Sam found me. "Hi, are you Barra?"

"Yes, and I'm guessing you're Sam."

"Yes, I'm here to show you around. Mrs Heath Robinson is only down for sauna, facials and the mud treatment. The last two have their own attendants so they won't involve you and Philly says that you already know how to set the sauna."

"So I'm wasting your time."

"No, not really, I'm on lock up duty tonight," she said cheerily.

"Ah ha, so you got lumbered with me," I teased.

She caught my humour and chuckled. "We've got hot tubs and a whirlpool if you've got your cozi on."

"Mm, some other time maybe, I've got an appointment to keep soon."

She laughed. "Being kept busy huh. Let's go have a coffee in the lounge."

We turned and walked out. I let her sit and went for the coffees. She talked to me, telling me of her life and friends and the places they went. I listened interested but rarely interrupting while keeping half an eye on the clock as my appointment drew near.

Sam made the first move. "Well it's time to shoo the stragglers out," she said rising.

"Yes," I acknowledged. "It's time for me to see if my date's ready."

I smiled back at her smile and started for the lift. I let the sensors announce me and waited only a few seconds till I had the green light. She had a silk dressing gown on and was sat cross legged in the middle of the couch, watching the screen.

"Barra, help yourself to a drink," she said as I walked across.

On the table before her was a bottle with a few shots gone and an empty glass. I sat on the table in front of her and poured myself some. The bottle said 'Jim Bean – Kentucky Bourbon'.

It was something I'd never tried, I preferred wines, and I was appreciative of the rich mellow flavour, it compared favourably with some of the better whisky's I'd tried. She patted the seat next to her and I moved to sit there.

As I sat back she straightened her legs and curled them up under her as she snuggled up to me. She had several more drinks as we watched the film, me refusing the offers of top ups as she took the bottle down to half full.

She held it well, muck better than I could have, three glasses of wine saw me happy drunk while four could send me to sleep. When the film ended we sat through the credits before she stirred. Gulping down what was in her glass and uncurling herself to put it on the table.

"You're quiet," she sat as she sat back.

"Not really, just got nothing to say at the moment," I confessed.

"What did you think of my performance?" she asked, turning to me.

"If that was you, you've grown a bit since then," I replied, my eyes falling to her breasts.

She giggled. "I hated being flat chested."

"You've made up for it," I said, smiling as I look up at her face.

"Eighty five E," she said proudly.

"I thought so." 

She started to pull her robe open. "You want to kiss them again for me?"

I answered her by turning and cupping both breasts and kissing the tops as my thumbs found her nipples. I let her lay back, the robe slipping open as she hung onto my arms, taking me with her. 

I gave her her first orgasm with my fingers while my tongue gave her the second. She pulled off my vest with frantic fingers as I was getting my slacks off while she recovered, then dragged me to the bedroom, robe streaming behind her, where she rode me cowgirl style till she climaxed again.

When she'd recovered sufficiently she got up, urging me to take her from behind. She managed to climax first leaving me a few further strokes while she was still shuddering to gratefully achieve mine before we both collapsed.

I lay on my arms, my hot breath spilling down her spine as I rested my forehead on her back. I could feel her heart beating as fast as mine, her back raising more as her breathing deepened.

My cock plopped out before I had fully recovered. I rolled to the side, hearing her groan in complaint as I flopped onto my back. We lay quietly for a while and then she rolled to her side, backing me.

"Cuddle up lover," she said softly.

I rolled into her, my arm looping over to tuck up under her breasts. "Better?"

"Mm."

We fell quiet again, her breathing slowing till she appeared to doze off. I hadn't thought about staying the night, it was early yet but she might have the booze to sleep off and that would leave me stuck here till she woke.

I tried to chase my thoughts away till I drifted off. She woke me getting up to go to the toilet. When she got back we straightened the covers then climbed back in to cuddle up again.

She woke me again in the morning, getting up and getting me up with her then dismissing me as she dressed for a work out. I walked down to the canteen hoping it was open early or it would be down to the lounge for a coffee.

It was open and Phoebe was there, I grabbed a plate of cereal and a glass of juice and joined her.




The Trails of Life 06



"Good morning," she said brightly as I sat opposite her.

"Morning," I replied with a smile.

"Sleep well last night?"

"Yes," I answered, ignoring the bait.

"Philly's off out this morning," she remarked.

"Already?" I asked. "I was hoping to see her."

"No, she still working out then she'll come for breakfast."

"Okay, thanks."

"You're welcome,"

"So, how flexible is Marilyn's schedule," I asked, fishing the hard copy out of my pocket.

"There's a little bit of leeway, why do you ask?"

"We didn't use the session yesterday and I was wondering in case she wanted me to give her a massage um... at a different time, would there be a booth free? I wondered what Jim's schedule was."

"We've got a masseuse as well, Yvonne. I can give you both their schedules if you want."

"Yes, thanks. That would be a great help." 

"Pop by later and you can pick it up," she said, reaching for her drink.

I nodded as I started in on my breakfast. She sat back and studied me over the top of her glass, her eyes travelling over my features as I continued to chew. Her scrutiny made me feel self-conscious, as if I had milk dribbling down my chin or something.

I'd nearly finished when she decided she'd have to go, reminding me to stop by for the hard copy. I'd finished eating and spent twenty minutes watching others come and go before Philly turned up.

She acknowledged me with a smile and a flick of her hand. I waited while she got her breakfast and was pleased to see her carrying the tray over to me.

"Hi," she said, slipping into the seat that Phoebe had vacated. "I'm going out later, I'll pick you up some underwear then."

"Thanks."

"I've left a message for Phoebe to dig out another uniform for you."

"Thanks again."

"And I had a talk with Marilyn as well. She thinks this place has a comfortable atmosphere."

We talked on with her complaining about the old manager and her trip to answer for some of his sloppy record keeping. I also learnt that she'd just finished her service; she'd worked as a clerk for the diplomatic corp.

I walked her to her office expecting to see Phoebe, the girl manning the desk told me there was an hour yet till she came on duty. With nothing else to do I wandered back to my room.

I found a remote in the drawer of the little bedside table; using it I found there was a screen in the wall. I sat and flipped through the channels, some showing centuries old programs, but found nothing I liked. Leaving the screen on a news channel with muted sound I settled on the bed for forty winks.

I woke up for the toilet and then couldn't doze back off. My count down was at thirteen days, nearly twelve and a half if it wasn't too early to count in fractions. Another fortnight and I'd be home or in transit.

I could imagine the time I'd have explaining all this when I got there. I'm sure Jem wouldn't want to hear of my sexploits but if I made up a story for her then it would have to satisfy a lot of curious people.

My incarceration was probable going to drag up a lot of anecdotal tales and I was probably going to have to admit to the nude part and try and plot a feasible story like having to pick up litter in the parks. Maybe make it in a clothes optional section.

I was deep in my thoughts when someone knocked the door. Philly's head popped around.

"In bed again," she commented.

"Waiting for lunch and my afternoon duties, though it's the mud treatment first and a massage at three."

"Here's your underwear," she said tossing me a packet. "I'm sorry I can't stay and watch you this time."

She had a smile on her face as she ducked behind the door and closed it. The packet was a three pack of white boxer shorts. I rolled off the bed and put a pair on. They were a snug fit, showing of my bulge every bit as much as the swimming trunks did but they were ten times as comfortable.

Now I was up I decided to go and check on Phoebe, pick up the schedules and see if she had that spare uniform for me. She was dealing with someone so I turned and went and got two cup of coffee and sipped mine as I watched through the glass doors and waited.

The guest walked over towards me, I walked forward and let the doors open, passing the guest just before she got there. I saw the alarm on Phoebes face as I walked over with the cups.

"No," she said, holding up her hand to stop me. "You're not allowed to bring the cups through into here."

"Oh, okay," I said, stopping. "I'll take them back."

I turned, taking them back. I had a gulp of mine before abandoning them and walked back through to Phoebe again.

"Thanks for the thought but it's against policy to bring drinks or food out here," she explained as I got to her.

"It's alright, I'll know next time."

"I've got a couple of energy drinks under the counter to keep me going," she said.

"Ah ha, I've come to see if you'd sorted out the uniform for me."

"Yes," she said ducking down.

She came back up with the neatly folded clothes. I took them from her.

"How do I wash these?" I asked.

"Put them out for the laundry, the maid will take them," she answered.

"Thanks," I said, starting to turn away.

"Your schedules."

"Oh yes, thanks." I said turning back to take them from her.

"Are you going to lunch?"

"I was going to get changed first," I said folding the paper and slipping it into my pocket.

"Okay, I go for mine in fifteen minutes."

"I'll call by on the way then."

"Okay, see you later then," she said smiling.

I smiled back and made my way back to my room. As I'd said I'd change I did, then I laid out Jim's and Yvonne's schedules. Jim's were all in the morning whilst Yvonne's were scattered throughout the day.

He had one early tomorrow that presented a good opportunity, if I could delay Marilyn's workout and them persuade her to have a massage next, I might engineer a meeting.

I tucked their schedules into the drawer and looked around again without seeing a laundry bin and left my old clothes on the end of the bed. I went down and paused in the lounge while she dealt with another guest. 

Sam came from behind. "Hi."

"Oh hi," I greeted her back.

"Waiting for someone?"

"Phoebe."

"Then you're in luck, I've come to relieve her." 

"Shall we then?" I asked, making a gesture toward the door.

She gave me a nice smile back and started for the door. I followed and saw Phoebe threw us a smile as she noticed us. Walking Sam to the end I waited there for her to finish talking to the guest then escorted her out and over to the lifts.

We talked a little bit about me and a little bit about her. I told her about home and Jem waiting for me while she told me about her boyfriend, Dale, who worked with her brother loading frozen beef on the docks.

With lunch finished there was twenty minutes till Marilyn's treatment and I made my way to her door. When the light showed I walked in to find her in the towelling robe already on her way to the door.

She talked about a new section being built where they were sculpting mountains for skiing. I nodded and yes'd at the appropriate times on the walk to the treatment room, when we got there there was an attendant in a white coat ready to take over.

I told her I'd be waiting after the treatment was over and left them to get on with it. Outside I bumped into Sam coming back from reception.

"What are you doing in there?" she asked, looking curious.

"Dropping off Marilyn," I replied, adding. "With an hour to kill until her massage."

"You've got time to try our hot pool then," she said brightly.

"I've still got no trunks with me," I countered.

"That's alright, I skinny dip, it's healthier."

It was an invitation I couldn't refuse but I had an excuse to keep it platonic, my session with Marilyn afterwards. I followed her through a couple of doors then into a locker room, she peeled her vest off. I gave a mental shrug and I started stripping mine.

Through the next door was a tiled room with a sunken circular pool with wooden decking around it. It looked big enough to comfortably accommodate half a dozen. She walked over and stepped in with me following on.

Her taut trim body had my libido pumping my cock up. She turned and lay back in the water looking at me and my now rapidly stiffening cock as she gave me a frontal view with her breast bobbing in the waves.

I got in and sat on the shelf. As I leant back the seat under me slid out to let me lean back. She turned and came to sit next to me, her feet stretching out to touch mine as she leant back.

I turned my head to her, a wry smile on my mouth. "I need to stay fresh."

"Ah ha, that only means no fucking, what are you like with your tongue?"

The temptation grew, it wasn't really cheating and she had a much nicer body than Marilyn. "You want to find out?"

She was out of her seat, pushing herself up to sit on the edge of the pool. I floated myself off and turned to face her. She opened her legs and stretched forward, arms reaching out.

I caught her arms and let her pull me in, she let go and leant back, sliding her ass out a little as her legs opened wider. I leant in and licked at the protruding lips, my tongue lapping up and down, peeling them open as the taste of her juices grew stronger.

She gave a soft moan then leant back onto her elbows and drew her knees up. I lapped on, my tongue teasing her tunnel as it flicked over it. I played in her folds for five minutes or more till she pulled my head up to lick her nub and finally give her her climax.

I sank back into the warm water as Sam laid there, legs now dangling in the water. Slowly she sat up, a grin on her face. She slipped forward, propelling herself out to where I knelt. Her arms came over my shoulders and pulled us together, her thighs gripping my hips.

"That was wonderful," she said laying her head against mine.

My cock, pressed between us, had another word for it which my balls agreed with, but the rest of me enjoyed it.

She let go of me, floating back. "I want your prick as well next time," she said, her eyes finding mine.

"We'll have to see," I replied, looking into her blue eyes.

I was ambivalent, I'd let my cock lead me so far but there was only so much fucking I could do. Twice a day with Marilyn was enough. Though Sam had a nice young body, soft and firm in the right places so had Cathy and Haley, with the best of all being Rachel.

"It's empty first thing tomorrow."

"I'll probably be spending the night with Marilyn...," I said, leaving the implication.

"Oh, I'm sure I can coax it into another performance, and I can go on top."

"Okay we'll see," I said, making a promise that I couldn't keep if I was going to get Marilyn to the massage room.

"Good," she said, standing.

I watched the water stream from her breasts as she moved backwards to a seat. I stood and followed to take the seat next to her. Our feet touched again as we relaxed back but the comfort of the position relegated it to a background sensation.

The weightless feeling and the warm water relaxed me to the point of nodding off to sleep. Twenty minutes were enough; I stirred and pushed the seat back. I noticed my fingers were wrinkled as I climbed out.

The air felt cool I stood on the side. Sam was also getting out and I offered her my hand. She took it and gave it an extra squeeze before releasing it as she stood. We dried ourselves, doing each other would be a tease for both of us, Sam opined.

By the time we dressed Marilyn had twenty minutes of her session left and I parted with Sam to go and wait in the changing room. She was looking flushed, her face and neck pink, when she emerged.

"Barra. I could do with a good back rub, I've been lying on it for an hour," she said, bending slightly and arching her back.

Her robe tightened over her breasts, drawing my eye. I looked back up to see her smiling at me. "Shall we go?"

Chapter?

I gave a slight nod of my head and turned to the door. When we got there I chose the first booth, she stopped at the door.

"Have you got the one with the holes?" 

"What one?"

"The chair one in your brochure,"

"Yes," I replied. "It's in one of the other booths."

I walked over to the opposite door. I hadn't a clue which to choose and I hoped I wouldn't have to go through to many till I found one. It was the third door and the sight of it amazed me, it looked high tech and almost medical. 

The 'holes' were in the back of the chair and she'd have to kneel on the seat and that didn't look too comfortable. On the side was a pad, I picked it up and turned it on. it was the control pad I'd hoped it was.

Marilyn stood there looking at me as I quickly studied the diagrams on them and found hovering turned on a pop-up with instructions. I touched the one confidently then turned to her as the mechanics of the chair hummed.

The seat folded and became knee rests as the armrests swung behind. Marilyn loosened the belt of her robe, her hands coming up to slip it from her shoulders. I took it from her and hung it on a peg while she turned to the chair.

She was climbing on



The Trails of Life 07







The Trails of Life 07



She talked on, with me making the appropriate noises, for another twenty minutes. Telling me who the stars might be and who was being auditioned as the other co-stars, all of it interesting to a film buff but a little boring as far as I was concerned. 

The toilet came to my rescue as she got up to use it. I was sat on the edge of the bed and watched her breasts bounce as she crossed back. She picked up her glass and the bottle. 

"Let's go through to the lounge," she said turning for the door. 

I stood and collected my glass and followed her through, enjoying the sight of her pert ass swaying in front of me as she made her way to the couch. She waited, sipping her drink, till I got there then had me sit in the corner with one leg along the back. 

She lay with her head on my thigh and my flaccid cock almost brushing her shoulder as she looked up at me. I gave her a half smile and took a sip of my drink, she turned her head and uttered the word. "Screen." 

As it lit up she followed with "Entertainment. Show biz. Celebrity gossip." 

The picture jumped to a commentator at some red carpet event. "Next," she said flatly. 

The pictures changed to an interview with a pretty girl showing a lot of leg and an older man. "Next." 

We went on till she found something she liked. I watched while a pair of young reporters threw soft ball questions at a series of celebrities while Marilyn occasionally turned and looked at me to give her version of the events. 

I sat patiently for the half hour or so it played then gave a silent groan as she started searching for another program to watch. The half bottle she'd started with inched lower as the evening progressed thought her sobriety stayed the same. 

I took a toilet break while she looked for the next program and came back to find her watching clips of upcoming films. I settled back in with her lying against my extended leg, head on my thigh again. 

She watched till the end of the program and then ordered the screen off, leaning up to finish her drink before lying back to look up to me. 

"Time for bed," she announced. 

For someone who wanted to recruit me as a gigolo she was rather laid back about it, she was probably going to rely on her money, make me an offer too good to refuse. It might be tempting but I was determined to escape this crazy world, I wanted my normal life back again. 

She sat up, swinging her legs over to stand up. My leg felt a bit cramp as I moved it around to follow. With no clothes to shed she climbed straight under the cover, holding it up to let me slip in beside her. 

Foreplay was focused on her breasts, with her pleading for me to fuck her surprisingly quickly. We had a second session later, she getting her second and third climaxes before we fell asleep. 

She was awake and up before me, leaving me lazing in the bed as she showered and then dressed for her work-out. I got up as she prettied herself up in front of the mirror, dressing and thinking of Jim and breakfast. 

We rode the lift together, she giving me a kiss and a cuddle before letting me get off and wander down to breakfast. Sam was there but thankfully Yvonne wasn't, she was expecting me at the pool and I hoped to dodge her and sneak into the gym later. 

I joined Sam but exchanged only greetings with her as she focused on her pad and left me to concentrate on my food. I had plenty of time, Marilyn was only just starting her work-out but the less time I spent in 'public' the less I was likely to be diverted. 

After breakfast I caught the lift down and cautiously made my way to the gym, I wandered through and found Marilyn doing upper body exercise in the weights section. Looking at the damp patches under her arms she was working herself hard. 

I stood back unnoticed and watched, admiring the dedication and work she put in keeping fit. It made me feel a little guilty that I didn't keep myself in better shape; with all the free time I had here I could make a start, maybe join a gym when I got home. 

She saw me, smiling with delight as recognition compelled me to walk over to her. 

"Barra," she said as I got to her. "What brings you here?" 

"Curiosity, I wondered how you kept yourself so trim."

"Hard work," she replied with a laugh. 

"It's worth it," I said, meaning it. 

"Thanks." There was an awkward moment of silence before she continued. "Stay and watch if you want but it'll be boring, I've got the rowing machine and the walker left." 

I walked with her over to the rower, finding a seat on the adjacent one while she did three five minute sessions with two minute breaks between them. She took a rest and a drink before moving onto the walker. 

I leant back against a wall and marvelled at her stamina as she put in ten minutes before climbing off. I now had to entice her into the massage room. 

"Do you want me to give you a rub down before you shower?" I asked.

"Mm," she said turning to me. "That sounds nice; can we use the chair again?" "Of course, if it's free," I replied cheerily. 

"Wait while I get my things," she said. 

I walked with her to her locker where she picked up her bag and robe then she linked arms with me as we strolled to the massage parlour. We walked through and I saw only one closed door. 

"A moment while I check with the boss," I said steering her to the door. 

My knock sounded loud in the quiet of the place. 

"Who is it?" he shouted back after a second or so. 

"Barra," I said loudly, turning my head to give Marilyn a reassuring smile. 

Another few seconds fled by as I waited for the door to open. 

"Jacques," Marilyn exclaimed. 

"Marilyn," he said, clearly taken aback at seeing her. 

"So this is where you ended up," she said, looking him over. 

"Jim," shouted a complaining female voice from inside. 

"Still up to your old tricks I see," Marilyn said sounding amused. 

He stepped out, closing the door behind him and looking angrily at me. "Get out!" 

"Ah ah Jules baby, he's with me. Don't get Mama upset with you."

"What do you want," he asked, turning back to her. 

"Some of your personal attention. He was going to give me a massage but I prefer your skilful fingers," she replied, adding a sexy emphasis to the last two words. 

"But I'm busy with a client," he protested. 

"Tell her something came up or let Barra see to her." she said calmly. 

"But...," he began. 

"No buts. Do as Mama says," she said a bit more sharply. 

"Give me a minute," he said dejectedly. 

I was a little surprised at how quickly he surrendered, whatever it was she had over him had to be big. I was curious but I doubted either of them was going to let the secret slip out here. 

"You can go," he said to me as he came back out. 

I looked at Marilyn and she gave a slight nod. Turning on my heel I walked away wondering what I'd rekindled, the only pleasing thing was I'd guessed right about them knowing each other. 

Throwing them together had the benefit of freeing me, leaving me to spend the rest of my time there getting fit in the gym and sleeping with Sam. I was really sad to leave, but glad that I had one final week to go. 

Arriving back in the justice building I found the routine familiar, I'd had to leave the clothes behind and was having to get used to walking around naked again, not a big problem when everyone else around me was naked as well. 

When it came time for the auction I wished for another 'job' like the last one, that didn't stop me having butterflies in my tummy as I filed into the narrow corridor. If I'd believed in gods I would have called on them as I strode out onto the walkway to 'display' the goods. 

They had lights again which made it impossible to see who was bidding; the only clue was in their voices. I didn't know if it was a good thing when the youthful voice made the winning bid, my previous 'owners' proved anything was possible. 

The youthful voice was waiting for me when I was brought through for processing. It took the form of an attractive young woman in a business suit who looked out of place in the austere setting of the room. 

Her eyes flicked to my face then tracked down over my body, I was surprised to see the flush on her cheeks as she averted her gaze from my flaccid cock back to the guard. 

"Here are his details and the contract for you to sign." He proffered her the pad and she took it a little uncertainly. 

"I get a copy of this, yes?" she asked, her eyes still fixed on the guard. 

"Of course," he replied. "The details get transferred once payment's been made." 

"He's advertised as available for seven days. We'll take him for the whole week," she stated a little more confidently. 

"As you wish, that'll be sixteen thousand four hundred and fifty," he replied, sounding bored. 

"I'll do that now," she said thumbing the pad before she gave it back to him. 

She pulled her bag open and pulled out her pad, as she brought it up I saw a crest on the back. The guard tapped his screen a few times with my new Mistress responding on hers and sealing my fate for my last week. 

"Thank you Miss, you're free to take him now," the guard said, tapping on his pad. 

"Can I get some clothes for him?" she asked casting a glance at me. 

"Not here," the guard replied amusedly. "You'll have to take him shopping." 

I saw her face tighten slightly before she looked me directly in the face. "Come on," she ordered resignedly. 

I followed her out and waited while she took the leash and clipped it to the collar around my neck. She led me quickly out to the taxi rank and fidgeted with the loop of the leash till one came.

The ride was a silent one with me sitting with my hands in my lap while she watched the scenery pass. She brought her pad out as we neared our destination and a few seconds later we found ourselves turning into a gated compound with the guards waving us bye. 

I wasn't expecting a mansion, a grand house with a grand entrance way and I wasn't surprised when she directed the taxi down the lane to the side of it. We stopped at the back of the house and she hurried me down some steps to a basement door. 

She opened the door and poked her head in then stepped through with me on her heels keeping the leash loose. She strode rapidly across and pressed the call button for the lift. 

"Stand there," she ordered, pointing to the side of the lift. "And face the corner." 

I did as I was told, staring at the wall until I heard the lift doors open. Risking it I looked over my shoulder. 

"Come on," she said firmly, pointing to the empty lift. 

She stepped in after me and hit the button for the third floor. On the way up she unslung the bag from her shoulder and handed it to me. 

"Cover yourself in case there's anyone waiting for the lift," she said as I took it. 

The doors opened to a bare little corridor and then a richly decorated one as we exited through the autosliding one at the end. The thick carpeting was a welcome change and set me wondering who could afford a place like this. 

The room she led me to was an opulent lounge with two four-seater settees facing each other and a coffee table between them. The walls glowed with the neutral light of programmable wallpaper. 

"Wait here," she ordered, dropping my leash and holding her hand out. 

It took me a second to realise she wanted her bag back. "Sorry My Lady," I said, apologizing for my slow reaction as I handed it back to her. 

"Humph, I wish I was," came her frank reply. 

"What should I call you then?" I asked. 

"It doesn't matter, you'll probably never see me again," she replied offhandedly. 

I gave a wry smile to her receding back and turn to survey the room. My slower examination revealed the outlines of three doors; two in the back wall and one in the top corner. 

The settees looked comfortable, but until I knew my situation here, I was better standing or maybe kneeling if the wait was a long one. I wondered where I was. There'd been a plaque at the gate, but we'd driven through too fast for me to read it. 

I didn't recognise the woman's accent either, not that she'd said that much. She looked like she might be someone's secretary or maybe personal assistant. She certainly wasn't used to dealing with naked slaves like me. 

After a few minutes standing, I decided I probably would be more comfortable sitting on my heels and walked a couple of paces nearer the door before squatting down. 

My thoughts turned to plotting what I'd do when I got free. Hopefully, the space line would honor my ticket and I could get off this planet as soon as possible. I'd make video messaging Jem my first task; tell her I was coming home. Then my boss, asking him if I still had a job there. 

It must have been half an hour or more before I was startled from my thoughts by the door opening. I was halfway straightened up before I realised that the intruder was only a low level employee. 

She was dressed in a plain white skirt and a high collared blouse; her dark hair bundled up into a top knot. As she saw me, her eyes went wide with shock and surprise. 

"Oh," I'm sorry," she exclaimed, sounding flustered. 

I sat back on my heels, my hands covering my lap. "It's alright," I replied reassuringly. 

"I've brought you some clean clothes," she said, taking a hesitant step towards me. 

"Thanks," I replied, freeing a hand to reach out. 

She took another two steps and handed the clothes over. I dropped them into my lap and shifted my hand to my thigh. 

"You know what my blue collar means?" I asked, lifting my chin to give her a good look at the collar and dangling leash. 

Her brows furrowed momentarily. "You're a convict," she exclaimed, a little surprised. 

"Yes. I've just been brought here from the auction. That's why I'm naked, it's part of the punishment," I explained. 

"Oh." 

"Could you tell me where I am?" I asked. 

"The Polydeucian Embassy," she replied, sounding puzzled. 

Polydueces, I wracked my brain for facts about it. "Thanks," I replied automatically. 

She took that as a dismissal and turned back to the door. I turned my gaze down to the clothes she'd brought. Unfolding them, I found a pair of shorts and a sleeveless shirt, both made from bleached cotton. 

I stood and dressed, taking time to roll the leash up and stow it, before resuming my kneeling position on the floor. This time my mind slipped backwards in time as my treasured memories of the time I spent with Rachel resurfaced. 

It would be a fantasy come true if I was going home to her arms, though I was happy in my relationship with Jem, Rachel would always have a large part of my heart. 

The next interruption was what seemed like an hour or more later. Again, there was no knock on the door. This time it was the turn of my jaw to fall open as an attractive blue collared woman was led in by the same woman who'd brought me. 

She was wearing the same shirt/shorts combination as me, which did nothing to hide her ample breasts and the little tents her nipples were making. Her eyes zeroed in on me for a few seconds, then away to scan the rest of the room. 

Her red hair was cut short and shaped like an ancient helmet; it gave her face a rounded look and emphasised her dimpled cheeks. Her hips looked proportionate as I scanned down to admire the shape of her legs. 

"Wait here with him," ordered my former guard as she released her leash. 

My new companion nodded and took the two steps forward that separated us while the guard watched for a second and then walked out. 

"Who are you?" she asked as soon as the door was closed. 

"Bara," I answered, looking up at her. "And you?" 

"Lola. I'm from Iota Two," she replied. "I'm innocent. They arrested me on a charge of lewd exposure just because someone saw my panties when I bent down. There are lots of places where people walk naked and I get arrested for flashing my arse." 

"How long did you get?" 

"A week. The crazy thing is they make you parade nude, as if that isn't worse than showing a bit of covered flesh. I'm never coming back once I get out." She paused, then struck out on a different track. "What kind of things do we have to do?" 

"Anything and everything. The only rules are they can't hurt you. They're in big trouble if they do." 

"Anything, that's what the women back in the jail said; even disgusting kinky things," she said with a little shiver. 

"Yeah, you don't have to tell me that. You're forbidden to say no; if you do, they add time to your sentence." 

"Can they make you do anal?" 

"That depends on your declaration of sexuality on your immigration form. I put heterosexual, so they can't make me do it. What did you put on yours?" 

"Lesbian," she replied, looking me full in the eye. 

"Then, you're definitely safe from cocks. I don't know about dildos." 

Her face softened. "I was more worried about butt plugs; that's taking it too far." 

"I think you're safe from that. The worst I've had to do is lick someone's ring-hole" 

"Ooh, I like that. Are we supposed to be kneeling?" 

"No, I find it's more comfortable than just standing around. I've been here over an hour and a half already." 

"Where's here?" 

"The Polydeucian Embassy." 

"Huh, that's that remote planet in the Gemini sector." 

The mention of the Gemini sector triggered my memory. "The one with the matriarchal system," I blurted out. 

"Yes," she confirmed. "I can see why they picked me now." 

"And me?" I queried. "I think we'll both be serving our share of Mistresses. We'll see more of the bedroom than the rest of the house." 

"That might not be too bad. It's better than some fates I could imagine." 

"Yes, it would be nice to have an easy last week." 

"How long did you get?" she asked, finally settling to sit next to me. 

"Nine weeks, I've served eight." 

"What did you do?" she asked, her voice shrill. 

"In the wrong place at the wrong time," I said telling her the story. 

"I'll bet you could kill him," she commented after I finished. 

"I could kill whoever wrote that stupid law but it's all going to be water under the bridge now. In a week's time it'll be a story to tell the grand children, warn them off visiting this world." 

My attempt at humour brought a chuckle from her. We lapsed into silence for a while. Then she asked, "Is there a toilet somewhere?" 

"Probably that door in the corner over there," I said pointing. 

"Thanks," she acknowledged as she pushed herself to her feet. 

I watched her walk over, admiring the natural wiggle of her hips as she headed for the door. It slipped open as she approached and she strolled through. I turned back, wondering why they, whoever they were, had bought us off the block. 

Our pairing made me think we might be party favours, but parties didn't last a week. The room we were in looked like a guest room of sorts; bathroom and toilet through one door, a bedroom through another and maybe a kitchenette or servant's bedroom through the last. 

"You think they'll feed us soon?" she asked when she walked back in. 

"I don't know. I don't feel hungry yet, and that's the only clock I've got to go on." she looked at me blankly as she walked across. 

"It's probably about eleven 'o' clock and I'm not hungry yet, but I could do with a drink." she replied, coming to sit next to me. 

"I'm wondering when our owner will turn up," I answered. 

"Don't." she said sharply. "I don't want to think about that part." 

"My first was weird. I was bought by a school for escorts. One of their regular servants injured himself and I was brought in as a replacement. I spent three weeks with girls practicing their lovemaking on me. 

"Now you're trying to make me jealous," she said, sounding intrigued. 

"No, I'm saying that sometimes it turns out to be more pleasure than punishment. It could turn out we've been scooped up by a bisexual and we'll both share her bed for the week." 




The Trails of Life 07



"Mmm, that'd be nice. I'll bet she likes me going down on her more than you." 

"It doesn't matter as long as we keep her happy. I'll suck her toes if I have to." 

"Have you done that before?" 

"No, I'm just saying." 

"I have; in a Jacuzzi after a shower," she came back. 

"Good, you can suck her toes. I'll need my stamina for fucking her." 

That ended our conversation for at least ten minutes. "How long do you think they'll leave us waiting?" 

"I don't know." I replied calmly. "We're probably on camera, there may even be an audio feed as well, if you know what I mean." 

"Do you think the tap water is drinkable?" she asked. "Was there a toothbrush holder?" 

"I didn't see one." 

"Well, there are two more doors to choose from. One might be a kitchenette," I replied, turning to her. "If you look, you can see the outlines there and there." 

I pointed out where the doors were, and she got up and started for the nearest one. She was half way across when the door opened and an older business-suited woman walked in. 

I twisted back onto my knees as she spoke. "You two! The Grand Duchess arrives in three hours. I want you both to get a shower and tidy yourselves up. Man, you'll need to shave your genitals. Someone will be up in an hour to check you over and bring you a meal." 

With that, she turned and left. I got up. To me, she'd just given us the run of the place. The idea of taking a shower was nice, but it was a bit much; asking me to shave my pubes. I'd survived eight weeks without having them touched, it was annoying to have to mow them down now. 

Lola stood waiting for me. "I'm already bald," she said gleefully. 

"Good for you. This is a first for me. What difference does having hair make?" 

"Don't ask me. I've got no experience of men. A bald snatch on a woman is much nicer to kiss and lick, I can vouch for that." 

She turned and started for the door. "Let's see what's behind door one," she said holding out her arm to trigger the sensor. 

I followed on, curious myself. The door swished back to reveal four single beds, and an en suite hand basin and shower. 

"Who's going first?" Lola asked. 

"I think you'd better, while I look for the razor and figure out how to do it." 

"Do you want me to do it? I've shaved lots of snatches." 

"I thought you didn't do men." I replied, as I moved to the sink to look in the mirrored cabinet. 

"The principle's the same," she said, following me. 

I was tempted. She could probably do a better job than me, and she'd be seeing me naked soon enough. "Okay then, you'll probably be quicker than me anyway." 

There was a pack of razors along with toothbrushes, toothpaste, and a can of shaving foam inside. I grabbed the foam and razors and turned to her. 

"Here, hold these while I undress," I said, passing them to her. 

I slipped my thumbs into the waistband and eased my shorts down, letting them fall when they were loose enough. 

"And your shirt," she said, as I stepped out of them. 

I reached behind my collar and tugged it off over my head. Her eyes were still scanning me as my head popped out. I'd been looked at too many times to let her appraisal bother me, though I couldn't guarantee that my cock wouldn't react to her touch, despite her unavailability. 

"How high can you lift your foot?" she asked. "Can you put it on the sink?" "Y-es," I answered, looking at the hand-basin and judging its height. 

"Right, wait a second till I get things ready. Fill the sink for me while I open this packet," she continued. 

I turned to the taps and filled it with hot water. She waited till I finished before speaking. 

"Right, foot up then and open your knees as wide as you can." 

I did as she asked as she shook the can of foam. She crouched down and began spraying. The foam was cold and I felt my balls shrink as she sprayed the sides of them. 

I watched as she smoothed the foam out, the thrill of her strokes thickening my cock as I thought it might. She giggled as it stiffened and rose up while she soaped my balls, dabbing a blob of suds onto my head before she turned and rinsed her hand. 

She turned back and looked up into my eyes as she brought the razor up. "This might get a little sore because it's all long hair, if we had scissors I'd trim it down first." 

I nodded and she crouched back down, putting one hand on my tummy to pull my skin up as she started on the stray hairs at the top. She talked me through how she was doing; accepting my Mm's and Ah ha's as answers. 

She had to rinse the razor every two or three scrapes and I insisted she use a fresh razor when she began to work down between my thighs. Even though there was nothing overtly sexual, having her triggering my erogenous zones kept my cock hard throughout. 

"There, like a baby's bum," she said giving it a final rub over. 

"Ah ha," I replied as she stood and tossed the razor in the sink. 

"Right, you can wash yourself off in the shower, I'll clean the sink out and brush my teeth in the meantime." 

"You sure? It's my mess. I'll clean it while you shower if you want." 

"Good lord, a man who cleans up after himself. Who housetrained you?" she asked, amused. 

"My mother," I replied. "She was always going on about it." 

"Ah, a mother's subbie. I could introduce you to a nice Dom if we were home." 

"No thanks," I replied emphatically. "Been there, done that." 

"Ooh, do tell." 

"Maybe later, I'll have that shower if you're not," I replied, turning to it. 

It felt strange washing my bald crotch. The hot water stung and it just didn't feel right. I couldn't help wondering how long it would take to grow back, whether I'd have to shave again before the week was out. 

I was done in five minutes and was slightly surprised to find a naked Lola leaning against the sink. "I hope you've left plenty of hot water" she said as she breezed past me. 

I had enough time to take in the features of her breasts, large pale brown areolas and darker moderate sized nipples. They were perfect for titty fucking, pity I'd never get the chance to indulge my foible. 

I brushed my teeth after I dried myself then had the pleasure of watching Lola dry herself while I finished my teeth and dressed. I left her dressing and strolled back through to the lounge. 

I had no qualms now about sitting on the settee, plonking myself in a corner of one and drawing my legs up. Lola followed me a minute or so later, sitting opposite me and resting her feet on the table. 

"Now we wait, I suppose," she said. "I hope they bring us a drink with the meal."

"Ay," I agreed. 

We lapsed into silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts. Mine were trying to figure out the situation I found myself in. The combination of Lola and I was definitely aimed at pleasing women, that lead to the next question. 

Who was the Grand Duchess? The image it conjured was of someone old. Were we set to be her bedtime companions? Did she intend to use us to bestow favours? The possibilities were endless; all I could hope for was that it wasn't something unpleasant. 

We waited for perhaps half an hour before some officious looking older woman bustled in with a man trailing after her, pushing a trolley. She was dressed in the ubiquitous business suit while he was dressed in shirt and shorts like ours. 

"Well, let me see you then," she demanded as we were jumping to our feet. 

I turned to her and pushed my shorts down. She crossed directly to me, her eyes scanning me up and down before focusing on my cock. "Lift you shirt," she ordered from a pace away. 

I complied, grabbing the hem and pulling it chest high. 

She bent slightly,"Hm," she remarked, stretching her hand out to rub across my abdomen. "Satisfactory." She turned to Lola. I let my shirt fall but left the shorts around my ankles as I angled my head to watch. 

"When did you shave last?" she asked harshly as she rubbed her fingers over Lola's mound. 

"I waxed two days ago," Lola replied. 

The woman straightened and lashed out, smacking Lola across the cheek. "You will address me as Mi Lady. 

Clear?" 

"Yes, Mi Lady," Lola answered falteringly. 

I gave an inward groan, if she was an example of how they treated their inferiors then we were in for a rough ride. 

"That's better," Mi Lady said stepping back. "See that you remember that." 

She turned her attention to the male who accompanied her. "You can serve them their food now." 

As he busied himself opening up the trolley, she continued. "You have half an hour to eat, I'll send someone for you when were ready." 

"Thank you Mi Lady," I said quickly, making her focus on me. 

"You can get dressed again," she said, her gaze drifting down to my dangling cock. 

"Thank you Mi Lady," I repeated before bending down to pull my shorts up. 

She turned back to the male. "Come on Char, we haven't got all day." 

"Yes Mi Lady," he replied meekly, sliding the second tray onto my side of the low table. 

It took him mere seconds to close up the trolley and begin pushing it towards the door. I waited till she'd ushered him through the door and closed it behind them before I moved. 

"I so wanted to hit her back," Lola said. 

"I'm glad you didn't. You didn't deserve that; let's hope that the rest aren't like her."

"It still smarting," she carried on, giving her cheek a light rub. 

"Never mind that now, let's see what they've brought us to eat." 

I sat down and lifted the cover off the tray. I was disappointed to see sandwiches and a glass of juice. We ate in silence. I wondered what thoughts were going through Lola's mind now, she'd had a quick initiation into how bad things could get. 

The half hour passed quickly, the man came back with the trolley, this time accompanied by a woman in the servant's garb of shorts and shirt. 

"You will come with me," the woman announced. 

We both got up and walked over to her, following on as she led us down the corridor. She led back to the lift and took us down a floor before showing us into a downmarket lounge with a couple of other servants sitting around. 

"You will wait here," she instructed us before leaving. 

Both Lola and I walked over to sit down. We got a few looks from the others but no one made a move to speak to us or otherwise acknowledge our presence. 

"Look," Lola exclaimed. "There's a drinks machine. You want one?"

"Yes, why not," I replied as she stood. 

While she walked off I had a better look around. The décor was an uninspiring cream and brown, the ceiling a matrix of plain glow panels. The chairs and tables were all plastic and I strongly suspected that the carpet was nylon based. 

Lola came back with two cups of coffee and we sat there sipping it as time slid by. There was nothing to do now but wait and see what happened when the Grand Duchess arrived and we were ushered into her presence. 

Our wait lasted nearly an hour before a screen lit up in the middle of the wall. 

"Attention all staff, assemble in the main hallway for the arrival of Her Grace Hilaeira." The authoritive voice of the woman onscreen ordered. 

"Are we staff?" asked Lola as the others in the room stood. 

"I shouldn't think so. We're best waiting here," I answered. 

"If you're sure." 

"No, but this is the first place I'd search if I was looking. If we're wanted they'll find us." 

"I don't want to get smacked around again." 

"Don't worry, I'll take the blame if it comes to it." 

"That's if they don't punish us both," she remarked as she leant back. 

It was a long five minutes before a suited young woman came to collect us. She took us back upstairs and made us take our sandals off before leading us into an opulent lounge. We crossed to the only door I could see in the room and entered a luxurious bedroom. 

She took a brief look around, then walked across to one of the walls and opened an empty doubled-doored wardrobe. "In here," she ordered. "One behind each door." 

Slightly mystified I stepped forward into the right hand side and faced out. As Lola got in the other side she started closing the doors. 

"Wait there till someone lets you out." She commanded, closing us in. 

A second later she opened them again and added. "And no noise!" 

In the darkness, I felt her hand touch my forearm and slip down to grip mine. "This is not cool," she whispered. 

"I've got a strong idea we're going to be someone's surprise," I whispered back. "I'm glad neither of us are claustrophobic or afraid of the dark. God knows how long we could be stuck here." 

She sidled across till her arm touched mine. "I'm alright as long as you're here," she replied in a normal tone then a soft "Ooh, sorry," in a sotto voice. 

"Let's keep quiet for now," I whispered back. 

I leant against the back wall with a soft sigh and felt Lola move with me as well as move closer. Now there really wasn't anything to do but wait. About ten minutes in, Lola squeezed my hand. 

"I've gotta pee," she said softly. "I saw a toilet in there." 

"If you spoil a surprise, you'd better watch out," I said, releasing her hand and lifting it to ease the door open. I blinked at the light as the door opened and she stepped out. As I crossed to the lounge door to listen, out she ran to the toilet. 

My heart was beating a little faster from the excitement as I swung the door to shut us back in. Lola gave a little giggle and reached for my hand again. I gave it a squeeze and lay back on the wall as she snuggled against me. 

We needn't have rushed; we waited patiently for another three quarters of an hour before we heard faint voices outside. Lola tightened her grip on my hand as I pushed myself back upright.



The Trails of Life 08







The Trails of Life 08



She released me and turned to Lola, "You too; you beat Adrianna hands down," she proclaimed, bringing her hand to stroke Lola's cheek.

Inside her, I could feel my cock deflating, and I eased my hips back to let it slip out. As it did, I lifted up and sat back on my heels. Phoebe drew her thighs together and rested them on mine, her feet still splayed out.

"I'm so full of happiness, I can't believe it," she sighed, looking up at the ceiling.

"We do our best to please," Lola said, drawing her elbow up to lean on it. She reached out her other hand to lay her palm on one of Phoebe's breasts. "Why don't you have an operation?"

"It's not allowed. You live in the body the goddess gives you," she replied. "Besides, you've just proved I don't need bigger boobs to enjoy myself," She raised her head to glance first at me, then at Lola as she laid it down again.

I kept silent, waiting for Phoebe to make the first move. Lola pre-empted her by sitting up and drawing her fingers down to Phoebe's navel. "What shall we do now?" Lola asked, looking at Phoebe's turned face.

"Order up something to eat," Phoebe replied, pulling herself up into a sitting position.

I stood up and walked off the end of the bed. I doubted my clothes had had time to dry out yet. My hair, on the other hand was going frizzy as it dried out. Phoebe was less fortunate; her long auburn hair was still damp and tangled.

She led us into the lounge and to the table where she'd left her bag. We sat on either side of her as she sat and rummaged through it. She pulled out what looked like a remote control and pressed one of the buttons.

"Computer," she said to the air. "Order snacks and soft drinks for three."

"Acknowledged," a robotic voice replied.

"There, done," Phoebe said, happily.

"Shouldn't we get dressed?" Lola asked.

"Mm, I suppose we could," Phoebe replied.

As she stood, the robotic voice spoke again, "Incoming call from Her Grace Hilaeira, the Duchess of Hyperia."

"Onscreen, camera off," Phoebe responded, sitting again.

Hilly's face blossomed out on the far wall, "Up and about already. Is everything okay?" she asked, a little concern showing on her face.

"Yes, Auntie," she replied. "Your present is quite the most exciting and enjoyable I've ever had."

"Is that why your screen's blank?" she queried, sounding and looking amused now.

"That's for me to know," Phoebe answered suggestively.

Hilly laughed. "I'll call you, later," she said.

The screen flipped back to plain wall. Phoebe turned to Lola. "I think you're right about dressing," she said, standing.

"We should do your hair as well, before it dries out," Lola replied, standing to join her.

Phoebe brought her hand up and raked her fingers through. "Yes," she agreed, as her fingers snagged in tangles.

I got up and walked just behind them as they made their way back to the bedroom. As we entered the bedroom, Phoebe turned her head to look over her shoulder at me. "Can you bring my wrap around with you?" she asked.

"Yeah sure, though I think my clothes are going to be wet still."

"Oh yes," Phoebe said with a little chuckle. "Computer. Set of Char clothes, large size."

"Acknowledged."

"There," Phoebe said. "You can wait for the fresh ones."

"Thanks," I replied, gratefully.

As they headed for the dressing table, I turned to the bathroom, collecting Phoebe's discarded wrap and my own still-wet clothes. Phoebe was seated on the stool with Lola brushing her hair; the pair of them giggling as I walked back in.

"Where do the dirty clothes go?" I asked.

"Oh, leave it on the bottom of the bed for now," Phoebe replied, looking for my reflection in the mirror."

"Keep still," Lola chided.

"Not your wrap, my old wet ones," I explained.

"There should be a laundry chute somewhere," Phoebe replied without moving this time.

"Okay," I replied, looking around to see if I could spot it.

The girls carried on their chatting as I made my search, eventually guessing correctly as I found the concealed hatch next to the wardrobe. It opened when I pressed on it, and I dropped my soiled clothes in, then gave a little push to start it closing again.

I wandered over with the wrap and sat on the bed. I watched delighted, as Lola's breasts jiggled and swayed in front of me as she tenderly brushed Phoebe's hair. When she had it all combed out, she asked. "How would you like it?"

"Oh, its fine as it is," Phoebe answered.

"It would look nice in a coil," Lola continued.

"Mm," Phoebe replied as she stood.

She scooped up the wrap as she passed on the way to the wardrobe. From the back, she made an attractive figure with a cute wiggle. She hung the wrap up and then began opening drawers to select her underwear.

Lola was also dressing, still straightening her shirt when she came and sat next to me. "Wow," she whispered. "This is some punishment."

I nodded back. Despite our seemingly good fortune, the punishment of our servitude was still there. Hilly named it right when she suggested treating us as pets. If she was lucky, Lola might never realise the extent of power over her destiny the blue collar gave to her owner.

"The girls at home will never believe me when I tell them," she carried on.

The computer voice announced, "Your food is at the door."

"Have them bring it in and set it on the table," Phoebe replied, drawing our attention to her.

She was wearing a silky pair of wide-legged trousers that looked like a skirt. On top, she wore a pale yellow top that came to her midriff.

As she came to us, she looked at me. "You can wait here till I call."

Lola stood and accompanied them out. I waited, and waited. It was a good thing I wasn't hungry, for I waited twenty minutes for the call to come. Lola poked her head inside the bedroom door.

"Your clothes have come," she said cheerfully, as she tossed them to me.

I stood and picked them up from where they had fallen, putting the shorts on first, then pulling the shirt on as I headed for the door. Inside, it was as if the walls and ceiling were invisible as we were treated to a rooftop view of a cityscape, complete with a blazing sun overhead.

I walked across to them, admiring the work of the technicians who installed it. It was a quality build.

"Help yourself," Phoebe said, as I approached the table.

Laid out were sandwiches, little cakes, two plates of vol-au-vents and savouries, one with sticks of pineapple cheese.

As I picked one of the sandwiches, Phoebe asked. "Where are you from?"

"I'm from Terra Incognito," I replied.

"What did you do?"

"I--, it's rather what I didn't do. I'm guilty on a technicality. My team made a mistake and left a link open. We were charged with "Not exercising due care and diligence."

"How long did you get?" she probed, sounding a little astonished.

"Nine weeks," I replied. "I've served eight," I explained further.

"What's it been like?" 

"Good times and bad," I answered.

"Like what?" she pressed.

"Like being bought to be a fuck-toy to an aging 3V star," I replied, picking the one I thought safest to tell them.

"Who?" she asked eagerly.

Beside her, I could see Lola giving me her full attention.

"She was using a phony name and you're probably too young to remember her," I answered.

Phoebe cocked her head slightly. "He won't tell us."

"Tickle it out of him," Lola replied.

"No!" I protested, taking a step back as they rose as one.

There was nowhere to run and no non-physical way to stop them as they piled into me. They brought me down, attacking my ribs and armpits as I tried to squirm away. I managed to get my hand to Phoebe's foot as she pinned my arm down with her knees. 

As she jerked her foot, I pulled my arm free only to have Lola lunge across me to catch it again. Through the thin cloth of her shirt, I could feel her nipple pressing against my cheek.

I twisted my head and gave it a soft nip, hoping to dislodge her as well.

"Cheat!" Lola cried, pushing herself up as Phoebe took back control of my arm.

As she reared up, I could see the wet imprint my lips had made.

Phoebe chuckled as Lola called me a cheat, again. "Cheaters should be punished."

The game had changed. The name of the 3V star seemed forgotten as Phoebe slid across to sit on my chest. "How shall we punish him?" she asked, looking down at me. "Do you want him to kiss it better?"

"No, let's make him do something embarrassing," Lola replied with a giggle.

"What?" Phoebe asked.

"I don't know. Take him out shopping naked or something."

"I could make him your slave for an hour," Phoebe suggested.

"Oh, could I take him out somewhere?" Lola begged.

"If you want. I was hoping to visit some of the shops and casinos; see the sights."

"Oh, thank you," Lola gushed.

Phoebe put her hands on my chest to push herself up and stand astride me, an odd smile on her face. Lola stood as well, leaving me looking up at the pair of them. I wondered what crazy game Lola was playing. She seemed to be following her own agenda.

As Phoebe stepped across to join Lola, I started to sit up.

"I'm going to get changed," Phoebe said, turning to the bedroom.

"Let me give you a hand," Lola said, brightly.

"Okay," Phoebe replied, then turned to me. "You've got five minutes to eat."

As they strode off, I got up and took another sandwich, then sat on the edge of the settee. The girls looked like they were rapidly becoming best friends and I was getting left out in the cold. There wasn't much I could do about it now, but hope for the best and have a quiet word with Lola later.

It was a few more than five minutes when they waltzed back in. Phoebe had on a colourful pastel blue skirt and a baggy green coat with big shoulders. As they neared, I could see they were both wearing makeup. Lola especially looked the prettier for it.

I didn't notice that Phoebe had her hair coiled up till I was trailing them down the corridor. I'd assumed that it was the wide shoulders and extra inches from her wedge heels that made her head seem smaller. It also meant that Lola had done a bit more bonding, fixing her hair and makeup.

The corridor led out onto a grand staircase. "No speaking," Phoebe said firmly, as we paused at the top. The two uniformed women at the bottom snapped to attention as we started down it, with Lola falling back to walk behind with me.

"Call me a taxi," Phoebe ordered the receptionist as she approached.

"We weren't informed that Her Highness was going out. Does the Grand Duchess know?" the receptionist asked, glancing between the screen and Phoebe.

"I'm going to do a bit of shopping, maybe take in a few sights."

"Wait a moment if you please, your Highness. I'll get security to accompany you."

"I don't need them. I won't get into any trouble," she insisted. "I'm over 18 now, and responsible for myself."

"Your Highness--," the receptionist protested as Phoebe leant across the counter. 

"Which button do I press for a taxi?" Phoebe asked.

"Th-The white one," the receptionist surrendered.

Her hand disappeared below my sight line, then she stood back up. "We'll wait on the steps," she announced.

We followed her out, as another uniformed guard hurriedly pulled the door open for her. There were two further guards outside, and they saluted her as we walked past them and down the wide stone steps.

We waited an amazing five minutes for a taxi to turn up. "What was that place?" asked Phoebe as we climbed in.

"The Raz Plazz."

Phoebe looked at the screen. "The Raz Plazz, please," she stated, as she held her wrist up.

"You don't have to pay for them," Lola said. "The government provides them free."

"Oh," Phoebe said, sitting back in the seat next to Lola as the taxi started.

As we arrived at the gate, it was already open, letting another empty taxi in. Phoebe turned to look at it as it passed. "It's strange to see driverless cars," she commented.

As we passed through the gate, Lola asked, "Is this my time?"

"Yes," Phoebe smiled, "you can tell him to undress, now."

Lola looked over at me. "It's time for your punishment."

I gave the slightest shake of my head, and started to take my shirt off. As I pulled it over my head, Lola had her hand out to take it. I half stood in the confines of the taxi, slipping my shorts down off my hips first, then slipping them down to my ankles.

Lola bent forward and picked them up, too. As I sat back, she folded them and put them into her bag with the shirt. I quietly thought to myself that if they hoped to embarrass me, parading me naked in public, they were going to be disappointed. After eight weeks, I was well-accustomed to my own nudity.

When the taxi arrived at the casino, I was initially surprised to see the large number of females congregated there. It didn't take a lot of insight to realise that we were in one of the lesbian quarters.

"On your hands and knees," Lola ordered, as I climbed out of the taxi after her and Phoebe.

I dropped down onto all fours, and Lola leant over me to uncoil my leash. I looked up at her as she stepped back. She turned to Phoebe, and with a flourish and a half bow, said, "Your mount awaits, your Highness."

Phoebe giggled, and came over to sit side-saddle on my back. We attracted a few glances from the people around us with the noise of the sharp slap Phoebe gave to my rump, and the accompanying cry of, "Giddy-up."

The floor was hard but smooth till I made it to the carpeted entrance where we ran into the naked girls handing out free casino chips. I was glad I was carrying Phoebe and not Lola, as I was beginning to tire by the time I'd made it across the floor to the bar.

We attracted a few cat calls as Lola led me to one of the empty tables. I automatically sat back on my heels when Phoebe slipped off and took a seat at the table. The waitress who served us was dressed in nothing but her red collar, a thong and little tassels on her nipples.

They ordered water for me and cocktails for themselves. Though I couldn't say or do anything, I was getting more annoyed with Lola for putting me through this. We could have spent the week in comfort in the embassy, but she had to play games.

While they chatted, I looked around. While there were a few couples around, and the odd single drinking at the bar, most of the customers were groups of touristy types, hell-bent on having a good time. You could hear peels of random laughter going off like novas around the room.

When the drinks came, I was given a stainless steel bowl on the floor, the waitress's tassels jiggling in front of my eyes. I ignored it, and turned my attention to the group of young girls filling the table beside me.

They brought with them an ornate wooden chair, labelled 'Do Not Remove.' The seat had a U-shaped cutout at the front with a cushioned sloping back and arms. I couldn't see what, but it looked like they were playing a rowdy game of some sort.

As I idly watched, one of the girls got up and, looking a little nervous, walked over to our table. She was dressed in a glittery t-shirt and a short, shiny skirt with lots of ruffles under it, making it stand out.

"Excuse me, I'm Katy" she said to Phoebe in an accent I didn't recognise. "Can we borrow your man?"

"Pardon?" Phoebe queried.

"What for?" Lola demanded.

"We're playing a game. You can join us if you like. We usually use Jolie's sub, but she didn't bring him. It's only to do a bit of cunt licking for the winner," she explained.

"What game?" Lola asked.

"It's called Bust. You get dealt five cards; then you swap one left, then you can discard one, then you swap another one, then discard again, so you only have three cards left. You score like in poker, except a prile of threes is the top hand."

"Shall we?" Lola asked.

"Yeah, why not?" Phoebe replied.

Bring your chairs," Katy said as she turned and walked back.

As they stood, I went back onto all fours, ready to follow. 

"Bring your bowl," Phoebe said as they stood, half empty glasses in their hands.

I went back to my knees, awkwardly shuffling across behind them, unsuccessfully trying not to spill the water over me. Katy was still standing, and directed me to wait at the wooden chair, while the others around the table rearranged theirs to let Phoebe and Lola in.

"Billie gets first use of your man, as she won the first round. She misses the next round, while we play to be next," Katy informed them as they settled in.

Billie was already approaching from around the table, she looked to be in her early twenties; a nice figure, but nothing to impress me amongst all the pretty girls I'd seen during my time here.

As she got to the chair, she paused and stooped slightly. As she lifted the hem of her skirt, she turned to face the table before slipping her panties down and stepping out of them. Bending, she picked them up and threw them into the middle of the table.

She turned to me and grabbed my leash, letting it slip through her hand to the grip, as she stepped backwards towards the chair. She hiked her skirt up again, giving me my first sight of her bald pussy as she sat in the chair.

I was already moving into position as she started pulling my leash in. She was looking intently down at me as I crawled between her knees; an expectant smile on her lips. She opened her legs wider as I reared up, her dark lips parting to reveal the glistening pink folds inside.

The aroma was all orange and peach as I leant in, but the taste on her lips as my tongue brushed over them was all hers with its sharp, full flavour. I concentrated on her lips and folds, getting her juices fully flowing before the excited voices coming from the table told us of the next winner.

Patty came rushing around, her face flushed with excitement. She hustled a reluctant Billie out of the seat, then clambered in past me. She was already pantyless, and sported a neatly trimmed landing strip.

She pulled my head in, and my senses were filled with her rich pungent aroma.

"Lick my cunt, bitch," she commanded.

Her flavour was richer and sweeter, which made it all the more enjoyable. Her lips were fuller, too. I gave her the extra treat of sucking and squeezing them, before delving into her inner folds, to lick and tease those.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself when the noise from the table signalled another winner. I was as reluctant as Patty to stop, and only when she moved did I back off. I was surprised to find Lola standing over me when I straightened up. Her shorts were already around her ankles.

"Listen," she said softly as she sat down, "I'm sorry for all this, but I've got a plan."

"To do what?" I asked, as she reached and pulled my head in.

"I'll tell you later," she replied, guiding my lips onto her pussy.

Lola smelled like flowers, and her juices had a creamy taste. Instead of focusing on her folds as I had with the others, I tried to edge her by focusing on her clit. I had her wriggling and moaning in the chair by the time the next game was won.

Much to her and my delight, Patty was the first double winner. I welcomed her command of, "Lick my cunt, bitch," this time around pushing my head in as soon as she parted her legs.

After that, came a succession of others with my tongue getting more fatigued with each one. My big disappointment was that Phoebe never won a game: Actually, it was a blessing, since I would've been too tired at the end to do her full justice.

I would've welcomed a real drink to 'clean' my mouth when the party broke up. I was tempted to give them a bit of amusement by taking a drink from the bowl, but I wasn't that desperate. And besides, I might have to hold my bladder.

Phoebe decided that a trip to the shops was next. I had to crawl back out, but at least I didn't have Phoebe's weight on my back this time. I was glad to sit down and stretch my legs when I got in the taxi.




The Trails of Life 08



"The shops," Phoebe ordered, leaning forward.

"No, you have to be more specific than that," Lola said. "You need to input co-ordinates, unless it's a big named place. Try Masons; that's in the middle of the shopping precinct."

"Masons!" Phoebe repeated firmly.

The taxi started moving, and Phoebe sat back. "You can give him his clothes back now, I think he's been punished enough, for now," she said to Lola.

Lola gave me a grin as she pulled my clothes out of the bag and handed them to me. As they watched me dressing, Phoebe asked. "Was he good at licking?"

"Yes, he'd get a nine out of ten from me."

"Then, I'm in for a treat, later," Phoebe said, sounding both amused and happy.

"He won't beat me," Lola boasted. "Us girls know best when it comes to pleasing one another."

"Hmm, we'll see," Phoebe replied with a chuckle.

I was glad to hear I was going to get the chance to prove myself. Lola could take first turn on her breasts as I got my first taste of her pussy. I'd also back my tongue against Lola's; it had gotten to know its way around that part of the female anatomy pretty well in the past few weeks.

As we approached the precinct, the road branched in a dozen different directions. Our new course took us into one of the many tunnels dotting the lower floor. The cab stopped alongside a set of glass double doors. As we got out, they opened to reveal an escalator inside.

We rode it up, the girls talking excitedly about clothes and shoes. When we got to the top, we were met by a bikini-clad greeter.

"Can I direct you anywhere?" she asked, as we stopped in front of her.

"Do you have a young fashion department?" Phoebe asked.

"Yes, my Lady," she said, handing us a store guide. "Take the lift over there to the fifth floor."

"Thanks," I said, as they started walking off.

We rode the lift up, stopping at every floor as people got in and out. On the fifth floor, we walked out into a forest of displays and carousels of clothes. Over in the middle hung the pay point sign, swaying rhythmically in the draft of the air-conditioning.

"I'll wait there," I said, pointing it out.

Phoebe glanced around, but didn't give any sign of understanding as they walked off. They were soon lost from view as I strolled over to the sign. I got a curious look from the woman manning it, but a little shake of my head saw her head go down as she focused on something in her lap.

"I'm waiting for someone," I told her as I arrived at the counter.

She didn't even glance at me. I turned and rested my back on the corner. I was half expecting her to tell me I couldn't wait there, but as the seconds stretched into minutes, no word came.

They were both carrying an armful of clothes when they appeared out of the racks, some twenty minutes later. I raised my eyebrows at Lola, as Phoebe put her pile on the counter. As Lola put hers down, she said, "You'll have to buy another trunk for when you go home."

Phoebe gave a chuckle as she waited for the assistant to take the tags off and start to bag it all. We had a grand total of six bags when it came time to pay. I could see me being volunteered to carry them.

When Phoebe proffered her wrist for payment, the assistant's attitude changed and she asked, "Would you like them delivered, your Highness?"

"Yes, that would be fine; we've got more shopping to do yet."

"They'll be waiting for you when you get home," the assistant promised.

"Where's your shoe department?" Phoebe asked.

"The floor above," she replied. "Do you want a store map?"

"No, it's alright, thanks," Phoebe replied.

I led the way back to the little bank of three lifts, joining the few people waiting for the one with the 'up' signal lit.

"Can I see the map?" Phoebe asked.

Lola reached into her bag and retrieved it. "Here," she said, offering it.

Phoebe took it and opened it out. On the back, a picture faded in, becoming recognisable as a live view of the floor we were on. She studied the front while we waited for the lift. Just before the lift bell dinged its arrival, she let out a giggle.

She had a grin on her face as she hurriedly folded the map while a few passengers exited. She caught Lola and my arm as we crowded in, pulling me to stand behind her back as she turned to face the door.

The sign said 'ladies shoes to the left,' and I looked for the pay point as they turned that way.

"No!" Phoebe said, stopping and turning to me. "I want your opinion as well this time."

Resignedly, I followed on as they started to explore the racks of shoes. When we were quite alone, she stopped and picked up one of the display shoes.

"There's a sex shop on the top floor. Shall we go explore there?" Phoebe asked excitedly.

"Yes," answered Lola, eagerly. "Shall we do it now, or after the shoes?"

"After," she replied, holding a finger up. "We might want to go home with those purchases.," she continued with mock thoughtfulness.

Lola chuckled, "Alright then, let's find some snazzy shoes for nightclubbing."

Phoebe smiled, and turned to carry on. We walked through a few aisles till Phoebe spotted something she liked. "This one," she said, picking up a shiny red pump with a four inch heel.

She swung around and held it out to me. "What do you think?"

"It's nice," I said non-committaly as I started to examine it. "I like the way they make the glitter look 3D."

"Lola?" she asked, taking the shoe back from me.

She handed it on to her. Lola turned it up to look at the stiletto. "It looks like a good one for a beginner."

"Good, bring a size six box," Phoebe ordered.

She turned and walked on, stopping a little way down at a white lace-up heel. We bought two more pairs before looking for 'out and about' ones. She bought three pairs of these; one similar to the pair she was wearing.

She chose me to help her try them on, despite there being a sales assistant standing by. She amused herself by flashing her panties at me as I knelt before her, trying to catch me looking, which I did.

With footwear paid for and dispatched, we made our way over to the lifts, with the girls getting more excited with every step. We rode the lift up, and embarrassingly were the only ones to exit on that floor, the rest going up to the tea gardens on the roof.

The first thing we saw was the touristy novelties; fake boobs, willie warmers and the usual naughty undies. I was looking around for the pay point sign, hoping to escape and wait there for them.

"Wait," Phoebe said, stopping in the middle of the aisle.

As we stopped, she picked up a box from the shelf. "Look at this," she said with a big grin on her face. "We'll have one of these."

The box passed through Lola's hands as she looked, had a little chuckle, and passed it on to me. The advertising blurb on the top said, "Make a copy for when he's away," On the side were listed the contents, and on the back were instructions. The picture was all you needed to see; both sides showed the back of a naked woman half-lying over a man comparing a cast with the original.

It looked like it might be fun; certainly a good ice breaker at a party. She stopped again a little further down, this time to look at packets of body stockings. 

"I like those," Lola said, indicating a star patterned one.

Phoebe picked her way through several of the styles before deciding on fishnet ones. "Find me two more like these," she ordered, handing it to me as she turned away. They walked on as I started to sort through the stacks.

I followed them on down, and caught up to them as they headed into the dildo aisle. Lola made her way straight to the double-dildo display, picking up a rubbery one and waggling at us as we approached.

"We need one of these," she proclaimed.

Phoebe giggled as she took it from her. "It looks enormous. I've only seen pictures of them, before. Adrianna smuggled in a small plastic one that she robbed from her sister."

She bent it about a bit, and then handed it back to Lola.

"I've got one of these at home. Me and Bel use it frequently," Lola said.

"Okay, we'll have one," Phoebe directed.

Lola handed the dildo to me as we started walking on. The next aisle had vibrators, and Lola helped Phoebe select three; a ball, a wand and a delicate little butterfly one. My arms were getting full as Phoebe and Lola headed down yet another aisle.

"Oh, you must get one of these!" Lola exclaimed, as she plucked a small box off the shelf. Looking along the shelf, I saw a variety of vibrating eggs; the one Lola had selected came with a remote control.

"You can use it for exercises as well," she continued, handing the box over.

Phoebe read the blurb with a broadening grin on her face. "Yes, we'll definitely have one of these," she said delightedly.

She passed it back to me as she walked on. We then found we'd wandered into the BDSM section. Lola made to turn back, but Phoebe carried on. The row we were walking down displayed handcuffs and other metal ware, and I wasn't surprised to see a selection of ball-and-chains.

Phoebe stopped at the end, and I was a little horrified to see that she was staring at cock cages. With the demonstration models having polystyrene penises stuffed in them, it left their use in no doubt.

She turned to me, "That looks painful."

"It's not if it's done right," I replied.

"You've worn one, haven't you?" Lola exclaimed.

"I'm not at liberty to say," I answered, trying to dodge the question.

"You have," Phoebe stated, with a curious expression on her face.

"I've seen this type used," I said, telling a half-truth. "They looked awkward to wear, but not 'uncomfortable'."

"Would you wear one?" Phoebe asked, pursuing the matter.

"I don't need to. You command who I have sex with. Besides, it's a lot of fuss, getting them on and off."

"Hmm," she said, as she turned and walked on.

The rubber and latex section was a funny, scary place. Manikins looking like sub aqua divers, but with cut-outs for genitals and breasts, and wearing long, shiny boots. Happily, the next aisle we took led us to the pay point, and I was able to unload my armful on the counter.

As the sales girl was scanning the items, she held up the egg. "These are good. We sell a lot of them."

My eye was caught by the special offer at the end of the counter. A fitting for the ends of stilettos; a clear plastic disc with an adjustable ball-mounted cup to fit over the spike. I stepped close, and then gave a little shiver when I saw they were used for standing on people.

"Do you want them delivered?" the sales girl asked.

"Yes," Phoebe replied, surprising me.

The transaction complete, we headed for the lifts. "Anyone peckish?" she asked, looking from side to side at us.

We both returned puzzled faces. "Peckish," she repeated with a smile. "In need of a bite to eat."

"I could do with a drink, and the toilet," I said.

"A chocolate bar and a can of Cola would suit me," Lola chimed in.

"The toilet is a good idea. I could use one myself," Phoebe stated, as we got to the lift.

We were the only ones waiting, and we were lucky, as the lift arrived moments after we got there. A couple got out, and we exchanged glances as we took their place. Just as the doors were closing, I saw a woman walking toward us. It was too late to hold the lift for her, with Phoebe between me and the buttons.

Lola got the map out as the lift started. By the time she opened it, we were there. The toilets were signposted and, as we stepped through a pair of doors, we found ourselves in a unisex lavatory; stalled urinals on one side, a row of sinks and dryers in the middle and three quartered doored cubicles on the other.

I went one way to the stalls while they headed for the cubicles. As they hadn't yet reached the front of the queue, I walked out after drying my hands. There were small tables set among pots of shrubs and flowers. Around us, the sight wasn't so pleasant, as we were hemmed in by the surrounding blocks.

I waited by the door till they joined me; Phoebe first, then Lola. Together, we made our way to one of the tables at the edge. The waitress was topless, with pert handfuls standing proud below a beaming smile.

"Are you ready to order?" she asked.

"We're looking for a snack and a drink. Coffee and a roll or a sandwich," Phoebe replied.

"Ham, lettuce, tomato or chicken, mayonnaise--," she reeled off.

"The Ham one will do," Phoebe interrupted. 

"One or two?" she asked, turning to Lola.

"One," Lola replied. "and a milky coffee."

"I'll have two, please, to make up for the snack I missed earlier," I answered as she turned to me.

"Four," Phoebe stated, turning back to the waitress. "And one milky coffee, one strong and one normal."

"Yes, Madam," the waitress said, and turned.

As she walked away, Phoebe asked Lola, "Pass my pad. Let's get a map up and see if there's anything of interest near here."

Lola passed it over, then leant forward as Phoebe put it on the table. She brought up the map that self-centred on our location. She had to turn a few layers off to get a clearer picture. The shopping centre was coloured green; around us were patches of reds, yellows and blues with a large grey area half-encircling us. 

Phoebe looked over at Lola, "What do the colours mean?"

"The yellows are casinos, blues come in two shades; the lighter being districts that cater to lesbians. I'm not sure what the reds are."

"Do you know?" she turned and asked me.

"No," I answered with a little shake of my head. "I think I got briefed on it when I arrived, but I've forgotten. There should be a legend if you look."

"Oh, it doesn't matter, I'll zoom in," she said, swiping the screen. "and take a look."

The red faded as the map grew more detailed; little white names became visible, floating above some buildings and spaces. As Phoebe zoomed in a little closer, Lola asked, "What's a punishment park?"



The Trails of Life 09







The Trails of Life 09



I could see the pleasure on Phoebe's face, her eyes closed and her mouth working as she moaned softly. I was so focused on her that Lola called "Hey," to attract my attention when she wanted the egg back.

It went in easily, with Lola giving her a final rub before turning to get the tissues to pat her dry.

"It feels strange," Phoebe said, as she flexed her abdomen while Lola was wiping her.

"Where's the remote?" Lola asked, throwing the tissue in the bin as she stood.

"Here," I said, opening my hand to show her.

"Give it to me," Phoebe said, holding her hand out.

"Tap the touch pad once," Lola instructed, as I handed it over. "That will give you the low speed. Tap it twice for the next speed and three times to go flat out. Hold your finger on the pad to turn it off."

Phoebe gave a little giggle as she dabbed her finger on the pad. "Oh," she exclaimed with a wriggle. Her next "Oh," was drawn out into a sigh as she squeezed her thighs together and arched her neck back.

She looked down and stabbed at the pad twice. "Oh--," she moaned, jiggling her hips.

It took only a few more seconds for Phoebe to finger the pad three times for the full speed mode. "Oh Goddess," she cried as it took effect. She stood, rubbing her thighs together as her hand slipped down over her pubes to start stroking her mound.

"Alright, you can turn it off now," Lola said reaching out for the remote.

"Wait," Phoebe cried, thrusting the hand holding it up in the air.

"Phoebe," I said plaintively, holding out my hand.

"Oh, all right," she said reluctantly, as she lowered her hand to give it to me. "But I want it back later."

"Yes, of course, just as soon as you finish your makeup and hair," I agreed, as she dropped it in my hand.

She smoothed her skirt down, then sat back down and turned to the mirror. As Lola moved back behind her, I turned and walked back to the bed, the remote resting heavily in my hand. It took a further twenty minutes for Lola to approve of the way Phoebe looked.

"Wait," I said, as Phoebe started to stand. "You might want to put your shorts on."

"Oh," she said with a chuckle as she looked down.

She picked them up and threaded her feet through, then pulled them up as she stood. I caught a last glimpse of her furry mound as she straightened to pull them up over her thighs. Lola was there to help her straighten her skirt again and declare them "Ready".

I launched myself off the bed to catch up with them as they started for the door. This time when we got to the reception, we waited while two agents were summoned to accompany us. Phoebe used the time to find the club Lola had taken us to on the map and randomly picked another, The Gilded Garter, in the neighbourhood. 

One agent rode with us in the taxi while the other rode in another taxi behind. The one who rode with us was named Maid Marilyn; well-built and no doubt carrying a gun. Her blond hair was crew cut, and she had dancing eyes; never focusing on anything for more than a second or two.

We rode in silence, Lola and I in the front rear-facing seats while Phoebe and Marilyn faced us in the rear. I sat there and quietly studied our new companion, wondering how much of a damper they were going to put on our evening.

We arrived and found the street outside thronging with revellers celebrating someone's birthday, some trying to climb into our taxi almost before we climbed out. Marilyn took the lead ploughing through them, with Lola and me at Phoebe's shoulders, and the other agent covering our rear.

As we entered the club, we were offer chips for the casino by two green-collared beauties who enjoyed jiggling their tasselled breasts at us. The two agents fell back a couple of paces behind us as Phoebe steered us in the direction of the lounge bar.

As my eyes adapted to the subdued lighting, they were drawn to the performers dancing on a small stage at the far end of the room. Along the left hand side was a bar with quite a lot of the stools nearest the dancers, occupied. The right hand wall was lined with booths, even more dimly lit than the room, while apart from a small dance floor at the front, the middle was peppered with low tables and loungers.

"Lola," Phoebe said. "You go and check if there are any empty booths while I get the drinks. What's your favourite?"

"Something non-alcoholic, I don't want to get too pissed too early tonight," she replied, before turning away.

I followed a half step behind as Phoebe made her way to the bar. She got Lola and me lite beers while she had a Vodka and orange mix. When she picked up her drink, I handed her the remote control back so I could pick up our beers.

"Oh," she said, staring at the fob in her hand.

"Have fun," I said as she looked back at me.

She grinned back and closed her fist. "I hope to."

Lola had found a booth and was standing at the entrance waiting for us as we crossed through the tables. It had bench seats and a narrow table in the centre. As Phoebe slipped in, Lola squeezed in next to her.

I sat opposite, where I had a view of the stage and took a sip of my beer.

"This place doesn't look too promising," Lola commented.

"We can try somewhere else when we've had our drink," Phoebe replied, before taking a sip from her glass.

I nodded. "We can bar hop till we find somewhere lively."

From the corner of my eye, I saw the troupe of dancers leaving the stage as the music changed to a blander, less raucous tempo.

"We could try the Blue Stone next," Lola said. "That was high on the list of party spots."

"Let's drink up then," Phoebe said. "There's nothing to keep us here."

We all raised our glasses and took gulps, Lola finishing first with Phoebe close behind. The two agents, sitting near the entrance, left their drinks when the three of us clambered out of the booth, Lola leading the way.

The agents were waiting for us in the entrance hall, and Phoebe informed them that we were headed for the Blue Stone, next. Outside was fairly quiet, but there was still a bit of a scramble for taxis. 

We got one quickly as the agents strategically positioned us at the kerb. The agents were last in, both of them opting to ride with us, with the last one glowering at Lola and me as she was forced to squat throughout the short ride.

The facade and entrance hall were bathed in blue neon and the green-collared girls that greeted us were wearing electric blue bikinis. We gathered the usual chips, which Lola dumped in her bag, and followed the few others that were trickling in, into the lounge bar.

This one was far more crowded, with not a free table in sight. We were forced to stand, drinking at the side of the bar till Lola spotted one about to be vacated. She rushed over to claim it while just Phoebe and I followed on.

There were six places, and we let another threesome take the other chairs. Lola broke the ice with them, putting the universal question asked of strangers to them. "Where are you from?"

Dened Five," the blonde one next to her responded.

"I'm Lola from Iota Two," Lola replied. "This is Phoebe and Bara."

"I'm Angela, this is Gloria and Melanie," she said, introducing the brunette and black haired ones with her.

"How are you finding the place?" Lola asked

"Oh, it's fabulous so far, we're celebrating the end of our service," Angela answered.

"It's our first day here. We're just getting a feel for the place," Lola continued.

"Oh, you should visit the Tattoo Palace, some of the people there are works of art," Gloria, the brunette chimed in.

"Tats are for gang members back on Iota," Lola commented conversationally.

"Not these," Melanie put in. "These are body art. Some of them have taken years to complete."

"It might be worth a look," Phoebe said. "We could check it out tomorrow."

"I've heard that they do painted body art here too," I chipped in.

"Yes, that's on the map as well," Gloria said, smiling at me. "It's better if you dig down to the index, but most things have little names that float over them. The closer you zoom, the more details you get."

"Are those uniforms you're wearing?" Melanie asked.

"Kind of," Lola replied. "We're playing at being servants for Phoebe as part of her birthday present."

Gloria's eyes widened, "You could serve me anytime," she said, her gaze fixed on me.

"Oi," Angela interjected. "I thought you were off men for the rest of the week."

"Well--," Gloria began.

"She's got good taste," Phoebe exclaimed. "He's nice, for a man."

"All men are nice when they're trying to get into your pants," Angela said with a chuckle.

"He knows I'm a lesbian and he won't get into my pants," Lola said leaning forward. "But that doesn't seem to make a difference to him."

While I was glad to hear their endorsements, I felt slightly embarrassed by them. "Let's get back to looking for fun places to visit," I said, hoping to change the subject.

"Oh, you're brave," Melanie said, looking at Lola. "I could never just come out and say it like that."

Lola smiled warmly back at her. "You like to tip the velvet, too?"

Melanie gave a shy giggle. "If that means what I think, then yes."

"Good for you," Lola said heartily.

"She doesn't know what she's missing; a dildo's no substitute for a long thick John Henry," Gloria shot back.

"It is, in my hands," Lola replied challengingly.

"Alright, enough already," Melanie said strongly. "Let's agree that both have their benefits and talk about something else."

"So speaks the girl who's never tried either," Gloria quipped.

"Gloria!" Angela exclaimed reproachfully.

"Well--," she protested. "You tempt me to get you both stoned and hire some well-hung stud to service the pair of you."

The tinkle of Phoebe's laughter rang out.

"What?" Gloria asked, her attention snapping to Phoebe.

"You could borrow mine free of charge," Phoebe said, hastily, as if covering her real thoughts. "Lola would vouch for him."

"Yours to command, your Highness," I said, trying to make a joke of it.

"Only if I can test him first," Gloria said, joining in on the joke.

"And before you ask," Lola said, countering Melanie's inquisitive look at her. "No, I haven't tested him."

"Are you planning to visit one of the lakes?" Melanie asked. "I hear the water sports are nice."

"I've always wanted to try water skiing," I replied, wanting to change the direction of the conversation for my own reasons.

"I've been snow skiing and that's fun," Melanie replied.

"That's too cold," Phoebe said. "I went on a beginner's weekend and ended up frozen and bruised all over."

"I'd like to go kite surfing, but they haven't got the wind here," Gloria said, resignedly.

Phoebe's glass clinked as she put it down. "I need another drink," she declared. "Bara, help me carry them back."

"Certainly, my Lady," I said, standing as she did.

Lola giggled, but my attention was on Phoebe as she wobbled slightly, taking her first step.

"I'm not used to these heels," she said softly, as I slipped my arm around her waist.

"I thought so," I whispered back. "Hold onto me if you have to."

We walked slowly across to the crowded bar, and I held Phoebe's hand as I led her through the throng.

"Do you want a real drink this time?" she asked, as she squeezed in beside me to stand at the counter.

"No, but I think Lola deserves one," I answered, waving my arm to attract the attention of one of the servers.

"Order us some cocktails, then," she said, half turning to me.

For a moment, I couldn't think. Then, one came to mind. "Tequila Sunrise?"

"Yes, that sounds exotic."

I waved my hand again as one of the barmaids looked our way. "Can I have two Tequila Sunrises and a light beer," I half shouted over the hum of conversation as she approached.

Getting out of the crush was no easier than getting in. Phoebe trailed behind me, clutching a handful of my shirt as I nursed the glasses I carried and shouldered my way through. 

Lola was deep in conversation with Melanie when we got back, while Angela and Gloria lounged back in their seats sipping their drinks. Gloria sat back up as I sat and put the drinks on the table.

"I've got you a real drink this time," Phoebe said to Lola as she pushed the glass over to her."

I picked mine up from the table and sat back to take a sip. Around from me, Lola reached for her drink. "Thanks," she said, raising her glass to Phoebe in acknowledgement. "They're thinking of going onto the Prism next," she added.

"Well, we've got nothing better to do. What's it like?" Phoebe replied.

"The guide book gives it four and a half stars," Melanie answered. "It's in the top ten of party places."

"Mm, that sounds good," Phoebe said brightly.

"They're staying for another drink, then we'll go," Lola said as she put her drink down.

"We'd better go slow on these then," I said, raising my glass.

"Naw," said Angela sitting up. "I'm getting the next round in now, if Melanie can tear herself away from her new friend."

Gloria snickered.

"I'm ready," Melanie protested, getting to her feet." You're the one who was lazing back."

"I didn't want to interrupt your little tete a tete," she replied, standing herself.

They seemed a fractious bunch, to be friends, I thought, as the pair of them headed off to the bar. I remembered the lads I did my service with, and wondered where they were now.

"Where are you staying?" Gloria asked.

"I--," began Phoebe.

"At the Phoenix," I cut in, naming the one I'd booked into at the spaceport.

"We're at the Sphinx," she replied.

"I need the powder room," Lola said, glancing at Phoebe.

"I'll come with you," Phoebe said, putting her glass down.

As the two of them got up and strolled off, Gloria asked. "Are you single?"

"I have a girlfriend back home," I replied

"But home's a long way away," she said, fixing her eyes on mine.

"Yes, and I wish she was with me," I replied. "Unfortunately, I'm pledged to serve Phoebe this week, so my time is not my own."

"She kinda made you available earlier," she countered.

"I think that was one of her kinda jokes. Something said for my benefit."

"What if they accepted?"

"A lesbian and a virgin haven't got your interest in what's inside my trousers," I answered wryly.

"Perhaps not, but Phoebe gave you stud status. I'd like to see if you live up to it," she said, her face questioning, as her eyes caught mine again.

"I can't tonight. Tonight, I'm the sober companion. I get to take her home and put her to bed."

"There's always after, I could come to your room?"

"We share a suite; you'd need ID to access the lift."

"Don't you want to shag me?" she asked a little plaintively.

I wanted to give her an honest answer. No, I didn't. I'd found sex was enjoyable only if I had an emotional interest in the woman I was making love to. 

"It's not that. For me it's neither the time nor the place. I have a contractual commitment to watch out for her and I can't go waltzing off to please myself."

"Oh well, it looks like I'm back on the prowl again."

"Sorry, I hate to turn down an attractive girl like you. Any other time we'd have been hand in hand racing off to your room," I said, hoping the edge of regret I'd used came across as genuine.

"I wish," she said as she sat further back on her chair. "I haven't had a really satisfying shag since I've been here.

We lapsed into silence as she gazed around the room and I went back to my thoughts. The silence lasted only a few minutes till Angela and Melanie came back with their drinks.

"Your soul mate's gone to the powder room," Gloria said as Melanie looked around.

"Oh," she said as she took her seat.

"Here," Angela said as she gave Gloria the fresh glass.

Angela and Melanie carried on conversing while I took a sip of my drink and lay back in my chair. Phoebe and Lola didn't make their appearance for a good ten minutes more, returning from the toilet looking less than pleased.

"Phew, the smell of the place," Phoebe complained as she got to the table. "We queued ages and when we get in, someone's been sick and they're cleaning it up still. It stinks of vomit and disinfectant."

"That's nothing," Angela said. "I was in one where--."

"They don't want to know," Gloria interrupted.

"Trust her, you don't," Melanie chipped in.

"Aww, it's not that bad, if she wasn't so drunk--."

"Angela," Gloria chided.

Gloria, I decided, would make a good Domina. I could just see her as a Mistress in a Dom school. Melanie had labelled herself, though it would probably be a few years yet till she found herself. A relationship with someone like Lola would do her good.

Angela was still a bit of a mystery. If she was waiting for her Mr. Right, then she was aiming high. Yet she was no shrinking violet; she held her own against the other two. It truly was a strange group fate had thrown together.

"Alright," Angela conceded.

With that little crisis over, I sat back and took a swig from my glass. I needed to tell both Phoebe and Lola of the little story I'd been forced to invent. I could only hope that Lola hadn't concocted a different one during her little tete a tete with Melanie.

If we were going with them, there was also the problem of explaining our two tag-along agents. They'd have to be private bodyguards hired by Phoebe's parents to make sure she didn't come to any harm on this big bad world.

My little reverie was broken by the words. "Drink up."

I glanced up to see Phoebe finishing hers and Gloria looking at me.

"We're ready for the off," she continued.

I dutifully picked up my glass and finished off the half I had left. I tried to catch Lola's eye as she hoisted her bag onto her shoulder when we got up, but she turned her attention to Phoebe.

We formed a single file line as we threaded our way through the tables. I caught Lola's arm and slowed us down to put us a pace behind.

"I've told Gloria that we're all sharing a suite. The Phoenix, by the way, is at the spaceport. And the story on the agents is that they're private bodyguards to keep us safe," I said quickly.

"Phoebe's drinking too much too quickly," she replied.

"I know. It won't hurt her to get falling down drunk. Her hangover tomorrow may teach her moderation."

"That's a bit cruel, isn't it?" she scolded.

"Yes, but having a skin full is one of the lessons better taught young. Learning you've got a limit and there are consequences in a practical way, is better than being told a hundred times."

"There's also the practical matter of her breaking an ankle or something, walking on those stilettoes," she replied.

"I'll see to that; she can walk barefooted if necessary, or I'll carry her."

"Okay, but you'll be nursing her in the morning," she replied.

We'd gotten to the edge of the tables and I could see the agents crossing to meet with us.

"Phoebe," I said, catching her arm as we caught up.

"Mm?" she answered, turning her head to me.

I stopped for a second, then walked on with her. "We're going to say your embassy security people are private bodyguards. You've got overprotective parents. We have a suite with a private elevator, and the Phoenix is near the spaceport. Okay?"

"If you want," she replied.

Her speech seemed fine; any unsteadiness on her feet could be put down to her heels, but the dimming of the brightness in her eyes was the first effects of the alcohol showing. It might not be the most sensible thing or the kindest, but letting her overindulge while we were here to take care of her would be better than have it happening back in her real life.

As the guards joined us, I ventured a suggestion. "If Lola rides with them, it'll give us four apiece in the two cabs."

"Yes, that's fine; we can meet in the entrance hall."

"I'll tell her then," I said, before trotting off to catch the other group.




The Trails of Life 09



Phoebe took my arm when I dropped back to walk with them, and with the two guards leading the way, we strolled to the kerb. We got a taxi first, thanks to the guards, and I got more glowers as Phoebe pulled me down to sit next to her.

The ride was another short one, and with Phoebe linking arms again, we walked up to the entrance to wait. When they arrived, Lola looked really out of place; dressed as she was, she looked like some pledge trying to gain admission to a sorority.

The base line of the music throbbed as we walked through the doors. The place was thronging with youngsters, one or two sporting red collars. Gloria, in the lead, followed the sound of the music. As we pushed through the two sets of double doors, it became impossible to communicate; it sounded as if the band onstage had turned the volume up to eleven.

Phoebe had her hands on my waist as we squeezed through the crowd following the others. She insisted on trying another cocktail and picked a Manhattan from the price list high on the back wall of the bar.

When we all had drinks, Gloria led us to the centre of the room where the crowd was a bit thinner. Somewhere on the crossing, the carpet had turned to dance floor. I moved aside to let Phoebe into the little circle we were forming and felt her hand slipping under my elbow to rest on my forearm.

Here, the mix of people was more evenly balanced between the sexes; little groups of men and women with a smattering of couples. Gloria attracted our attention and then walked her fingers towards the band and mimed dancing.

Angela nodded as did Melanie and Lola, I thought they were acknowledging her till they turned and trailed after her. I let Phoebe urge me on to follow them. As we got closer to the dance floor, it grew more crowded. Ahead, I saw Gloria break through onto the dance floor proper. As I followed them, I realised my two left feet would be expected to dance.

Gloria found enough space. Dropping her bag to the floor, she placed her drink next to it. As the others joined her, the pile of bags grew. We formed a loose triangle around them that left Phoebe and I dancing together, me just shuffling my feet and moving my arms in imitation of the others around me, while Phoebe enjoyed herself.

I was glad when the band finished and we could hear ourselves think again. A compere came on stage as the group trooped off, bringing his own mike with him.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, we're going to give you ten minutes to get your next drink in while our main attraction, The Tribles, get set up. For those of you in a romantic mood, we're gonna turn the lights down low and play you some soft music," he announced.

When the music finished we'd drifted back to the bags and were picking our drinks up as he delivered his spiel. Lola and Melanie looked at each other as the lights dimmed; Phoebe turned to me and took the glass from my hand as the coloured spots hit the mirror balls, putting it down with hers.

She wrapped an arm around my waist, then pressed against me as her other hand took my shoulder. She turned her head away from me and nestled in as she began to shuffle her feet to slowly spin us around.

While the swirling spots of light set the mood, the feel of her soft body in my arms and the aroma of her perfume completed it. The idyll lasted a few tens of seconds before she wriggled and twisted away slightly.

She reached under her top and pulled out the remote. After tapping the pad once, she offered it to me.

As I took it, she grinned at me. Hooking her arm around my neck, she pulled me close and half shouted. "Hold it for me, it was getting uncomfortable where it was." She let her hand slip back to my shoulder as she snuggled back in, facing me this time.

She slipped a leg between mine as we resumed dancing. Though I couldn't feel the vibrations they had her grinding her crotch against my thigh as she shuffled around, giving me a hard-on in the process, despite me willing it down.

As we circled, she grew more relaxed in my arms. I shifted my arms to her hips to help support her, unintentionally pressing her hard against my bulging cock. She responded by stroking my back, her fingers tracing up and down my spine through the coarse cloth.

Despite the romantic setting and my aroused state, it wasn't sex with Phoebe that was uppermost in my mind. Somehow, thoughts of Rachel had crept in and she was the one I wanted to make love to.

I wondered how she and her girlfriend were getting on; were they out working, or relaxing at home? They could, of course, be out clubbing like us or enjoying a meal out, wherever it was, I wished I was there with her.

When I looked, I could see Lola and Melanie dancing cheek to cheek, with Angela and Gloria just standing around. When the music faded between tracks, Phoebe didn't seem to notice and kept on shuffling around. 

There wasn't much I could do but hold on and keep following her feet with mine. I wondered about the effect the egg was having on her. It was only on the first speed, so it probably wouldn't be giving her an orgasm any time soon. 

When the music faded again, she slacked her hold on me and tilted her head back. "I think you'd better turn it off," she said, pitching her voice just enough for me to hear her.

I brought my fist around and opened my hand. When she made no move to take it, I put my thumb on the sensor and counted five before releasing it. Closing my hand, I slipped it around her back and slid the other one around her waist.

She laid her head back on my shoulder and gave me a squeeze. "I think I need a drink."

I opened my arms and we separated, both of us turning toward the bags. I stayed close to her as she tottered over to the drinks, then bent to pick up both of our glasses. Gripping hers was a little awkward, as I had the remote clenched between my little finger and palm as I passed the glass to her.

The next track started as she took a gulp, then gave me a smile as I sipped mine. I smiled back at her as behind her I could see a pair of boys talking to Angela and Gloria. Silently I wished them luck.

I glanced to the side, looking for Lola. She was still in the tight embrace of Melanie. The pair of them looked like they were hitting it off quite well. It was a pity they wouldn't have the chance to develop it further.

"I need a refill," Phoebe declared, drawing my attention back to her.

"You need to start easing off," I said, talking over the music.

"I'm having fun," she shouted back.

"It stops being fun if you get too drunk," I replied.

"I'm feeling fine," she protested.

"You might be feeling fine, but your eyes have lost their sparkle. Honestly, if I were you I'd be drinking a few glasses of non-alcoholic while I rode the buzz."

"Huh?" she replied cupping her ear.

"Never mind," I said, stooping to put my drink down.

As I straightened up, she turned towards the bar. I stepped next to her and slipped my arm around her waist as we set off to the bar. She put her glass on one of the automated glass collectors as it wandered by, then slipped her arm around my back.

As it got more crowded, she dropped behind me and held onto my shirt again as I edged my way through. At the bar, I squeezed my way in, then reached behind to pull her in front.

On impulse, I bent in and kissed the side of her neck. "If you get too drunk," I said in a hoarse whisper, "you might miss out on having fun later." To emphasize my point, I slipped one of my hands around her bare midriff and played a finger around her navel. 

She snuggled back into me; her outstretched hand drooping as her other one came to cover mine. Turning her head to me, she said. "One more," in a giggly voice.

"Okay," I replied, glad of the small victory.

I slid my free arm around her back and caught her flagging arm, raising it up again. When a barman looked our way, she waved and caught his attention. I let my hand slip to her waist as she drew her arm in, letting it rest on the waistband of her skirt.

She bought Wallbangers this time, along with another beer for me. She passed me the two drinks and turned to make our way back through the crowd. She surprised me by slipping her fingers into my waistband as I led the way.

While there were a few twists and turns, I found Lola and the others just as the next band started up and deafened us again. She and Melanie started shimmying to the music, shaking their bodies with their arms swinging as they swayed from side to side.

I put her fresh drink next to her old one as I put mine down. Phoebe was taking a drink of hers before she handed it to me, to add to the ones on the floor. Neither of us were familiar with the rules, but then nobody stopped and pointed, so we couldn't have been that bad.

After about five minutes, my bladder started to pester me. I gyrated on, wrestling with it for another five minutes before deciding to surrender. Stopping and stepping closer to Phoebe, I half shouted next to her ear. "Toilet, me!"

As I pulled back, she nodded. I gave a flick of my head toward Lola and Melanie and extended my arm that way.

She nodded again but moved first to pick up her glass from the floor. She had a serious wobble as she stooped to pick it up, only saving herself by landing on her outstretched hand. I immediately rushed to help her up.

Grasping under her arms, I lifted her back to her feet. "I'm going to take my shoes off," she shouted over her shoulder.

I didn't bother replying as I slipped my hands down to her waist as she bent to ease her shoes off. I glanced over to Lola to see a concerned look on her face as she and Melanie looked on. I gave them a wry smile and a little shake of my head to reassure them.

I released her as she straightened up, and stepped back as she crouched this time to retrieve her drink. I stood by as she took a drink, then crouched again to put it back down. As she stood, she turned to me and stepped closer to say. "I'm alright now."

I nodded and she turned towards Lola and padded over. I turned and made for the toilets to answer the call of my bladder. When I got back, both Gloria and Angela were dancing happily with the guys while Phoebe and the others were dancing closely together.

I took a sip of my drink before I joined them and surprised a delighted Phoebe by putting my hand on her shoulder. Her look of alarm turning into a smile as she turned and recognised me, her hand coming up to take mine as it fell from her shoulder.

She led me a few steps, then stopped and turned toward me. Giving me a quick smile, she started dancing again, rapidly finding the rhythm and syncing with it. She went for another gulp of her drink between numbers, then danced, sexily stoking her body in front of me when she came back.

She kept it up for a minute or so before cooling back to the normal style. She took another drink at the next change and finished it on the third visit as I finished the last of my previous beers.

Her energetic dancing had left her glowing with a sheen of perspiration; it was also making tendrils of her hair and sticking to her brow and temples. She looked happy, but a little tired.

She came over and looped one arm around my neck, pulling me closer to softly shout, "Take me home and make love to me," in my ear.

My first thought was Lola. "Shall I get Lola?" I asked.

"No, just you tonight," she replied.

"What about Lola then?" my voice getting a little hoarse.

"She can find her own way home," Phoebe replied.

"No she can't. Her IDs been cancelled" I said, coughing a little.

I bent and picked up my fresh drink to take a swig to soothe my burning throat, then handed it over to Phoebe who was looking longingly at it.

I leant back in as she passed it back. "One of the guards would have to stay with her, or if you're feeling generous, you could give her the night off and we could come and pick her up in the morning."

"Leave her stay with Melanie, you mean." 

With our voices strained, I couldn't pick up on nuances, but I was sure there was a touch of amusement in that. "They've hit it off really well; I'd give them the chance to see if anything blossoms."

"Okay," she replied. "But you'll have to pick her up in the morning."

"I can't ride the taxis either; I'm a non-entity as well. You'd have to send a guard with me."

"Then she'll have to wait till I get up."

"Okay, I'll go and tell her."

Turning, I walked over to where Lola and Melanie were dancing.

As I approached, Melanie signalled to Lola. She turned to me with a smile on her face. I gave her a wan smile and her face changed to a questioning look.

I took her shoulder and leant in to speak into her ear, "Phoebe wants to go home." 

"Now?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "She's had the egg going and now she wants to make love."

"Oh," she said resignedly, turning her head to look over at Melanie.

"Wait," I said, holding her shoulder to stop her. "She wants me to go with her now, and you to wait with Melanie till we pick you up."

"Huh?" 

"Don't ask me, her idea," I answered. "You'd better give me Melanie's hotel and room number and we can pick you up there."

"Huh?" she said, tearing her head away from mine to give me an incredulous look.

I nodded, and excitement lit up her face. She reached out and pulled me in for a hug. "Thank you," she said. "You deserve another blow job for that news."

"Her address will do. Now hurry up, she's waiting," I said, releasing her.

Twelve seventy five, tower B, The Regal Arms. I memorised it on the way back. Phoebe was facing away from me, dreamily swaying to the music. I put my hand on her hip and she lazily turned to me.

"Ready," I told her, emphasising my articulation.

It took her a second to nod in reply.

I bent, picking up my glass to soothe my throat again. I offered it to Phoebe, but she shook her head. I took another swift drink and set it down, picking up her shoes and the bag before slinging it on my shoulder as I rose.

I offered her my arm and she took it. We walked off together as I steered us toward the entrance. The two guards appeared just behind us as I shouldered my way through the double doors.

I slowed to let them catch up as I got to the cooler air of the entrance hall. "I'm taking her home," I announced as they came up alongside us.

I could see Maid Marilyn running her eye over Phoebe as she leant against me.

"Your Highness?" she queried.

"Mm," Phoebe said turning her head.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yes, you've done your jobs. You can go home now 'cause we are," she replied.

Marilyn glanced up to me. "Where's the other one?" 

"I don't like your tone," Phoebe said, "If it's any business of yours, Lola's with her friend."

"I'm sorry your Highness, just doing my duty," she replied humbly.

"Come on," Phoebe ordered as she tugged on my arm to pick up our pace. "Let's find a taxi."

The whole situation felt weird in a way I couldn't understand. Phoebe wasn't behaving as I expected her to; not that I really knew what to expect after knowing her for only one day.

The drink had certainly had an effect on her inhibitions, even though she seemed to still be in command of her faculties. She really surprised me by letting Lola spend the night with Melanie; a spur of the moment decision without regard for consequences.

She glanced around to see where the guards were, then turned and whispered in my ear. "Turn it to one."

I brought my fist up and opened the remote. As I touched the pad with my thumb, she giggled. She gripped my arm tighter as I closed my hand and let it drop to my side. As we got to the crowded kerb, the guards performed their magic and quickly found us a taxi.

The ride home was an awkward one; the two stony-faced guards sitting opposite us as Phoebe gripped my hand, wiggling occasionally in her seat, and my cock thickened enough in anticipation to make a lump in my shorts.

When we arrived at the door, the guards got out first, and as I helped a giggly Phoebe out, she suddenly said, "Carry me."

I lifted her out, holding her like a baby in my arms. She wrapped her hands around my neck. I was a little embarrassed when the guard at the door came to attention, more for her sake than mine, the news would be all around the barracks tomorrow, probably the junior execs as well.

I was glad again that she weighed so little as I carried her up the stairs. I used her feet to push the door after I struggled to open it. I walked over to the bedroom door and repeated the operation, then carried her to the bed.


By now my cock was standing proud and as I straightened up one of her hands trailed down to encounter it and take hold. A little surge of pleasure ran through me as she squeezed the head.



The Trails of Life 10







The Trails of Life 10



"Yes, she's setting a bad example."

I was praying for Phoebe's return. This was turning into big trouble.

The blonde dipped into her bag for her pad. "Park security," she said calmly.

It took a few seconds to connect, then the greeting she got was too faint for me to understand.

"I'd like to report a lost slave," she said, staring at the screen.

There was more mumbling, then she answered. "The small amphitheatre. "

Miss red leather took a half step nearer to me. "Stand up," she ordered.

"Now wait," I protested.

At least I saw the cane coming as it swished down on my head.

"Stand up, boi!" she demanded loudly.

I wanted to jump up and snatch that cane and snap it right in front of her. My status as a prisoner made me stifle my righteous indignation, for fear of incurring another sentence. Reluctantly I stood, still praying for Phoebe to come to my rescue.

Miss red leather uncoiled my lead as I heard Blondie speak into her pad, "Yes, we'll wait here for you."

I was trapped. I just hoped Phoebe came soon, otherwise she would have trouble sorting this mess out. Regretfully, she didn't. Instead, she got a message informing her that she could pick me up from the cells by the main gate. 

Two officials came for me and thanked the Mistresses before leading me away. When I got to the cell block, they read my ID and traced me to Hilly. Fortunately, they listened when I told them I was with Phoebe, and they located her in the park.

I was sent to holding to wait, and wasn't pleased when the female officer there told me to undress for a strip search.

"Legs apart, arms out," she ordered, as I stepped out of my shorts.

Wearily, I obeyed as she walked over to me, putting the latex gloves on.

She checked first in my mouth, pulling my jaw down and thrusting her fingers inside. She checked my underarms next, then told me to lower my arms while she walked around behind me.

She roughly checked under my balls, then ordered me to bend. I felt the cool viscous liquid between my cheeks, and instantly panicked as I realised what was coming next.

"Ow!" I complained as I rapidly straightened up as her finger penetrated my virgin rosebud.

"Got to make sure you've got no contraband," she said with a chuckle.

After that, I was put I a cell with another guy and a woman. "No talking, or you'll be punished for it," she ordered, looking meaningfully at the cameras monitoring the cell.

I sat next to the guy on one of the benches attached to the wall. After the little flurry of attention to me as a newcomer, they both went back to leaning on the wall and to their own thoughts.

There was no fuss getting me out. I was brought back to the front office five minutes before Phoebe arrived; she getting an apology for the inconvenience. I assumed the guards had passed the word up the chain and smoothed our passage ahead.

Poor Phoebe blamed herself, while I insisted the blame lay with the mean-spirited Mistresses who couldn't resist poking their noses in. Lola just looked amused as we hurried out of the building.

"I hope they treated you well," Phoebe said, as we headed for the exit.

"Yes, they were firm but fair," I reassured her, concealing the indignity of the strip search.

"Good," she replied, linking her arm through mine.

In truth, my arse still ached and gave me the feeling my bowels needed emptying.

We stood a moment as we exited the gate while Phoebe looked up the name of the next place on her itinerary, The Flaming Whip. I could only hope the place didn't live up to its name.

The five of us crammed into a taxi again for the short journey. The pavement outside was crowded with revellers, which was a good sign, though there was a preponderance of male Doms with female slaves.

We made our way in, with the guards sticking closer to us than usual. The colour scheme here was shades of red; even the lights, bright though they were, cast a carmine hue over everything.

Both the bar and the seating area were crowded, with people standing around the stage watching a bondage floor show. We made our way through the crush to the bar and Phoebe ordered for all of us.

I wasn't worried when she started on cocktails again, while ordering non-alcoholic beers for the rest of us. Drinks in hand, we made our way nearer the stage to watch the show, though to be honest, I wasn't into watching girls get bound up, teased with a vibrator till they orgasmed, and then fucked in every orifice by volunteers culled from the audience.

I don't think Phoebe liked it that much either. As soon as she finished her drink she led us back to the bar and then stayed there sipping her fresh drink while we looked for a table.

Though there was no music, the cat-calls, raucous laughter and lewd comments from the audience created enough of a buzz to make conversation difficult. I wasn't surprised when, after finishing her drink, Phoebe suggested we move on.

The garish lights of other establishments were visible up and down the busy street, and Phoebe favoured trying the one with the green neon lighting. There was a crowd of people lined up next to the entrance, but Phoebe totally ignored them and walked straight up to the low rope barrier.

"Can I see your invitation?" one of the two muscular doorkeepers asked as Phoebe stopped in front of them.

"Oh, do we need one?" Phoebe replied.

"Unless you're a VIP," he answered sardonically.

"She's a Princess Royal," Lola cut in, a little boastfully.

"And I suppose her ID confirms it," the doorman replied sarcastically.

In response, Phoebe held her wrist forward. "Yes."

The doorman looked doubtfully at her as his companion brought out a reader. He waved it over her wrist till it beeped, then drew it back to read the display. It took him a second or two to read it.

"Your Highness," he said sweetly.

He stepped back and gave a sharp rap on the door behind, whilst the other hastily sprang into action and pulled back one of the rope supports to let us enter. Phoebe walked regally through as the rest of us filed through after her.

Inside, it looked and felt quite luxurious; a deep carpet and gold flock wallpaper greeted us in the foyer. Phoebe had to sign the book before we were accompanied down a celebrity-picture lined passageway, then through a door marked Private.

There was a single flight of stairs up to a mezzanine floor with discrete lighting and comfortable looking armchairs. The bar was a small one at the far end, and Phoebe led us straight to it.

She took a second and then ordered a karsk along with the four beers for us. Lola spotted an empty table, but like the others, it only had four chairs around it.

"You two," Phoebe said, turning to the guards, "can wait by the bar."

"Your Highness," said the elder of them with a little bow of her head.

Lola led us through, glancing left and right at the faces as she did. I doubted there'd be any celebrity I knew here, as TV and films were low on my list of priorities. We sat on either side of Phoebe, me facing the back wall while Lola had the commanding view.

The music from the dance floor below was loud, but not so much so that you had to shout above it. Even as she sipped her drink, I could see Lola still studying the other people there while Phoebe sat back and relaxed.

It wasn't long before Lola set her glass down and looked over at Phoebe. "I'll be just over there," she said, indicating the glass barrier overlooking the dance floor.

Phoebe nodded and Lola got up and walked over.

"This is nice," Phoebe commented, turning to me as her hand encompassed the room with a wave.

"Yes, not having to strain your voice is a bonus."

"They've got a big range of cocktails as well," she went on.

"That sounds like a reason to stay," I replied, in an attempt at humour.

"I just might," she said, looking behind me, "especially now that I see that they have table service."

I twisted to follow her gaze. A black guy with a green collar was walking across to a neighbouring table with a tray of drinks. All he wore was skimpy white briefs and white cuffs around his wrists.

I turned back to see her signalling him as she took a swig of her drink. I sat back as she gave a little nod and dropped her arm.

"Go ask Lola if she wants a proper drink this time," She said, focusing back on me.

I gave her a nod as I leant forward and put my glass down.

"Lola," I said coming up behind her as she looked out.

"What?" she asked as she turned.

"Phoebe wants to know if you want an alcoholic drink this time."

"I've still got most of my first drink yet," she replied. "How come she can drink like a fish?"

"Ah, you don't know. She's been gen-modded, so they can drink freely at official functions and the like. Things money can buy you. hey."

"I know, I wish I had some," she said wistfully.

"Don't we all. Don't we all," I replied reflectively.

"Tell her I'll have a bourbon on the rocks," she said with a half smile.

"Fine," I replied, turning.

I walked back to the table.

"Bourbon on the rocks," I answered in reply to Phoebe's questing look.

"You?" she asked.

"I'll stick with the beer."

She nodded and then looked away to scan the top of the room. I sat and picked up my drink while she continued looking. "Here," she said, her face breaking into a smile as she turned to me.

I turned to look and saw the waiter approaching, his muscled body gleaming as he passed under the recessed ceiling lights. Though he was about the same height as me, his bulk would make me look a weakling beside him.

Phoebe tested his knowledge of cocktails before ordering a Tamagozake for herself, Lola's bourbon, and beers for me and the guards. Lola came back to join us as the waiter came back with the drinks, settling down to taste her new one.

When Phoebe and Lola started discussing what the other women there were wearing I decided it was time to relieve myself. "Won't be a minute," I said, interrupting them. "I need to use the toilet."

Looking around as I stood, I saw the illuminated sign next to the bar. I cut across the tables and looked over to the crowd below as I walked up to the bar. The toilet was as opulent as the rest of the place with cushioned floor and gilded fixtures.

On the way back, I spent some time leaning on the guard rail looking down on the crowd below. If they decided to go down and dance I would be staying up here. There was no way I could compete with the young folk down there without looking a fool.

They were still chatting when I got back, but I got smiles from both of them as I sat back down. I could hear them planning another shopping trip for the morning, something else I'd like to avoid but doubted that I could.

Phoebe must have had another half dozen drinks before she decided to call it a night and head home. Lola was in a happy drunk state and held onto me while Phoebe linked her arm through mine, walking on the other side of me.

As we were headed back to the embassy, Phoebe had one of the guards ride back in a second taxi. Lola sat next to me with Phoebe opposite. On the ride back I noticed every time I looked at her, Phoebe gave me a smile in return.

With an arm around Lola, I guided her straight for Phoebe's rooms, letting her slump down onto one of the settees while Phoebe sat on the other.

"I wish I could get as drunk as Lola," Phoebe said looking over at her.

Lola giggled.

"You're better off as you are till someone invents the perfect hangover cure," I answered, stepping past Lola to sit down.

"I'd willingly suffer that once just to find out what it's like." 

"I have; it's where the saying, "Like death warmed up" comes from."

Phoebe laughed and Lola joined in.

"Time for bed, I think," Phoebe said.

I helped Lola up, then held her by the waist as I guided her after Phoebe. She held the door open for us, then followed on as I steered Lola to the bed. I dropped my hands to let her sit, and sat next to her to remove my shirt.

"Help me with my zipper," Phoebe asked before I could start.

She turned to give me her back as she stopped in front of me. I rose and undid the clasp, then unzipped her. My cock started twitching at the sight of her bare flesh and the touch of her soft smooth skin as I slipped the dress from her shoulders.

She stepped away and slipped the short sleeves down her arms as she walked over to the wardrobe. I followed her over to watch as she hooked her thumbs into her shorts and pushed them down with a wiggle to reveal her bare arse.

As she stepped out of them, I stepped in to undo her bra. Her hands came up to cover the cups as I slid the straps off her shoulders. She turned to me with a smile on her face, but her eyes were drawn by something behind me.

"Are you alright," she asked, sounding concerned.

I turned to see Lola lay flat on the bed, her head turned towards us. "Yes," she answered. "Just feeling a bit tired."

I turned back to Phoebe and she handed me her bra and then stooped to pick up the shorts and dress. She handed me the shorts as she straightened and took back the bra as she said, "Washing."

I gave her a nod and turned to the laundry chute to drop them in. When I turned back, she was sitting next to Lola, doubled forward taking her shoes off. I pulled my shirt off as I walked over.

"Help me," Phoebe said, now turned to a sleeping Lola and holding her slack arm.

I tossed my shirt next to Phoebe's dress on the bottom of the bed and leant over to take her other arm. We pulled her upright, then Phoebe handed off Lola's other arm to me and put her arm around to tug her shirt up.

Phoebe moved around her back to pull it up over her head as I lifted her arms to help. Phoebe took her weight as I finished pulling it off and straightened it before dropping it on the other clothes.

"Now her shorts," Phoebe said as she lay her down.

I pulled on the cord to undo the bow, then lifted her by the hips as Phoebe leant down to push on her waistband. "Ah!" Phoebe said, startled.

"What?" I asked looking up from my task.

She didn't need to answer as I saw Lola's hands gripping her lower back. I smiled at her as I looked back into her face. Unexpected as it was, she was clearly enjoying it, her face softening as her eyes closed and her lips curled up.

I let her hips drop and put my knees against hers as I grabbed handfuls of the seams and pulled them off the hard way. I stooped to push them to her ankles and Phoebe snaked out an arm to clasp my neck and pull me in for a kiss.

Lola pulled her feet free of the shorts and lifted her legs to slide her calves over my shoulders. I was stuck until Phoebe broke the kiss with a moan and released my neck as she arched her back.

In front of me was the rise of Lola's mound and her half-hidden pussy. Phoebe's hands grabbed my shoulders as she reared again with a gasp, pulling me forward as she pushed me down between Lola's opening thighs.

The aroma hit me as her widening thighs pulled her gleaming lips apart. The pink interior glistened invitingly as I brought my arms up and dipped my head. My probing tongue slipped into her folds as my lips met hers.

As I sucked and licked, her hips gyrated slowly and I started brushing my fingers down her inner thighs, then lightly stroking them in the hollow. Above me, Phoebe's moans grew louder and more sustained while my cock languished hard upright in my shorts.

It was ironic that I was licking Lola; she really would owe me one of her special blow jobs for this, if she remembered. At least there was the treat of fucking Phoebe to look forward to, then we could all sleep happily.

Phoebe's nails dug into my shoulders as she let out a cry of "Ah—,"

Lola stilled as I sensed Phoebe jerking about on her, then she looped her legs around me. I don't know if she kept on licking, but I did, on the assumption that she would, and Phoebe would stay put.

Phoebe's low sigh told me I'd guessed right, and I switched to licking and teasing her clit to stop her that way. At the same time, I moved my idle fingers in to start rubbing and massaging her slippery outer lips.

It wasn't long until she arched her hips up and tightened the grip of her legs, her hips began to roll and then there was a jerk as a shiver ran through her. Seconds later I heard a loud muffled groan as she gave one final thrust, and the shuddering started.

As I eased my head up, Phoebe shifted her hands to cup them around my head and draw it up. "Make love to me now," she said urgently.

I pushed Lola's limp legs from my shoulder, rising up and fumbling with the drawstring on my shorts as Phoebe's hands slipped away and she rose up on her knees. Thrusting my shorts down, I scraped them off as I climbed onto the bed and Phoebe stood and took a side step forward.

I put my hands on her hips as she crouched and then leant back on her hands to stretch her legs forward on either side of me. As she laid back, I shuffled up on my knees, then leant forward onto one hand while looking at her excited, expectant face. My other hand grasped my shaft to guide it in.

I stroked her folds, first to tease her and wet my head before slipping it into her hunny hole. I felt her tense as I inched it in; the pressure sending thrills through me. Then we were joined, her pubes pressing against my shaven skin.

Her hands grasped my upper arms as I withdrew to begin with a long slow stroke. I quickened the pace as the pleasure and delight showed on her face and her eyes drooped closed.

Lola stirred beside us as Phoebe's moans and cries grew louder. I brought her to a quick climax. I was forced to stop as I rode her bucking hips, but as soon as she fell back and her shudders stopped, I began again with a long slow stroke.

This time, I kept the pace moderate to see if I could contain mine and give her a third orgasm before I reached my own. Beside us, Lola surfaced with a giggle and rolled to her side to reach out and start playing with Phoebe's nipple.

With Lola's help, Phoebe had her climax first, but I was so near mine that I kept thrusting through hers for the extra half dozen or so strokes till I fired my load as well.

I collapsed onto my elbows, my heart beating rapidly and my breath coming in short gasps. Lola moved closer, her arm slipping further between us to clasp Phoebe. As I recovered, Phoebe opened her eyes to look blearily at me, a smile broadening on her face.

"Another wonderful performance," she murmured as she moved her hands up to clasp my neck.

Despite my still laboured breathing, I chuckled. "A woman as pretty as you inspires a good performance."

She tightened her arms, pulling herself up to plant her lips on mine. Unfortunately, it caused my deflated cock to slip out. If she noticed, it didn't show through the passion she put into the kiss, her lips rolling on mine as her tongue brushed over mine.

She let herself flop back as she broke the kiss, her eyes gleaming as they held mine.

"Come on," I said, pushing myself up. "Let's get Lola into bed and get some sleep."

"Mm," she groaned as I let my knees slip over the edge of the bed and brought my feet down.

As I stood, I turned to Lola and leant in to slip one arm under her back and the other under her thighs. Phoebe slipped off the bed next to me and pulled back the cover as I lifted. Together, we got her to the centre of the bed with Phoebe lying down to back her.

"No, lie down straight," Phoebe said as I turned my back to spoon her.

I rolled to lie on my back and she snuggled in to rest her head on my shoulder, her arm curling up as her hand lightly held my shoulder. It didn't take long for her to drift off to sleep, with me soon following her into the arms of Morpheus.

The next morning was shopping. We went on a tour of some of the smaller, more fashionable boutiques and delightfully, a sexy underwear shop. We spent the afternoon back at the beach and the evening visiting clubs.




The Trails of Life 10



This was the pattern for the rest of the week; touristy things in the day, then clubbing the evening away before having an explosive burst of sex before spending the night cuddled together as we slept.

Our last night was different, of course. I was bubbling inside with excitement at my imminent release, yet saddened to say goodbye to Phoebe. While I was regaining my freedom, she was losing hers, returning to a world where she was trapped by her exalted position.

Though we'd spent two nights playing with the toys Lola bought, we'd not fully explored the potential of the double dildo. Lola was anxious that she should, so our last night was another where we brought the toys out.

We'd spent the afternoon last-minute shopping and had something to eat in town before having a little farewell tour of her favourite clubs, and heading home for an early night as we had to be up in time for our return to the justice building, and freedom.

"What shall we try first?" Lola asked Phoebe as we walked into the bedroom.

"The ball one, then the butterfly one," Phoebe replied as they both headed to the cupboard where they were kept.

Phoebe opened the cupboard and looked inside for the first time. "Oh!" she exclaimed, reaching in. "I never got to wear these."

She pulled out one of the body stockings, then her eyes lit up and her hand dropped the packet and flew in to grab something else. She drew out the moulding kit with a flourish. "I'd forgotten about that, too."

I chuckled as I reread the words 'Make a copy for when he's away.' 

"Come on, we'll do this while you're fresh," she said turning and passing it to me.

I turned it in my hand, looking for the instructions.

"On the bed," Phoebe said, taking my elbow.

I let her lead me over as I opened the box and checked inside.

Lola's hands slipped around my waist from behind me and undid the drawstring. She pushed my shorts down as Phoebe took the box back. Lola's hands came back to my waist and turned me, then urged me back to sit on the bed.

Lola had a gleeful look on her face as her hands slipped to my already rising cock. As the one closed around my shaft, she brought the other up and spat in her palm, then placed it on my helmet and began a gentle massage.

"Lay back," ordered Phoebe, as she climbed on next to me.

I slumped back onto my elbows and continued to watch as Lola climbed up on the bed, leaving the one hand still massaging my now swollen head as she came to kneel beside me.

Phoebe laughed.

"What?" asked Lola, looking up.

"The moulding is best done with a dangling penis," she quoted from the instructions.

I had a chuckle at that.

She put the instructions down and tipped the box out onto the bed. "First, we mix these two packets," she said, picking them up, "in this container." She picked up what looked like a large plastic test tube.

Lola had stopped the massage, but still held onto my helmet as she looked on. "How long will that take?" she asked.

"It says it will take two minutes to set, oh, and he needs to have the condom on."

"I'll do that, now," Lola said, leaning across me.

"So, you want me on my hands and knees, ready before you mix the pouches?" I asked to clarify things.

"Yes," Phoebe replied.

As I glanced back at Lola, she was opening the condom. It felt tight as she stroked my shaft with her two hands to roll it down, and I noticed there wasn't a bubble at the end.

"Right, you can turn over," Lola said to me as she released my shaft.

As I started to roll over, she continued. "I'll keep him hard while you mix it."

I spread my legs a little as I came to my knees and felt Lola's hand grasp my shaft through my legs. It felt nice, despite the sheath, as she began to wank me. It took Phoebe thirty seconds or so to mix the pouches and call, "Ready," to Lola.

It was soft and warm as she slid the tube up till it met my groin and got warmer still as she held it there. By the time she'd allowed the two minutes, it was starting to get uncomfortably hot and I gave as sigh of relief as she pulled it and the sheath from my softening cock.

I twisted to my side to face Phoebe as I lay back down. She was passing the tube from hand to hand waiting for it to cool, by the looks.

"What happens next?" Lola asked, as she laid her hands on my thigh and hip.

"We fill it with the liquid from the bottle when it's cooled down, then let it set overnight," Phoebe replied.

"Do you need to pull the condom out, first?"

"I don't know. Probably, as the instructions doesn't mention it."

"Let me see," I said, reaching for the paper.

I quickly scanned it. There were little diagrams for each step of the way, and the one for pouring the liquid showed a clean mould.

"Yes," I stated, "the condom comes out."

"I thought so," said Phoebe, gripping the rubbery ring at the bottom and giving it a tug.

There was a slight ripping sound as it stretched and started to pull free. It took a minute and a bit of patience till the final bit snapped out with a crack and slapped at her finger.

Lola gave a little chuckle as Phoebe dropped it and swished her hand, and I had a little smile on my face. Phoebe glanced at the pair of us before reaching for the bottle and swinging her legs off the bed.

I sat up to join Lola, looking over her shoulder. Phoebe put the tube between her thighs and tried to crack the top of the bottle.

"Oh, here," she said, twisting to give it to me.

I took it from her and had to use a tight grip to break the airtight seal. I handed it back and she unscrewed the rest. There was barely a quarter of an inch left in the bottom after she filled the mould.

Holding it carefully, she stood and walked gingerly over to place it in the corner. "Bring me a pillow," she asked, turning to us.

I was nearest, and grabbed one as I slipped off the bed. I walked quickly over to Phoebe and handed it off to her outstretched hand. She packed it around the tube, then stood.

"It should be safe there till the morning," she said, stepping back.

She turned to me, her gaze falling to my now flaccid cock. "Now I'll always have something to remember you by," she said, as she looked up to meet my eyes.

Though she looked happy outwardly, there was a hint of sadness. I reached out and folded my arms around her and she pressed into me as she slipped her hands around me and gave me a tight hug.

I dropped my hands to her arse and hoisted her up. As I walked forward, she lifted and clasped her legs around my hips. I sat her down next to Lola, or tried to. She clung on to my neck and leveraged her legs to pull me with her as she rolled back.

My semi erect cock lodged between her arse cheeks as I felt her warm hairy pussy press against me. My hands slipped up to cover her breasts as she drew hers down to rest on my shoulders.

With her nipples in my palms, I started to circle my hands. As her legs slackened and fell away, I lifted and unwittingly dragged my now swollen head up through her silky folds and over the swell of her hood.

She gave a soft moan and screwed her eyes closed, her hands tightening on my shoulders. I kept my hands on her breasts and was focused on her face as I straightened and was caught a little unawares as Lola reached in between us with the ball vibrator in her hand.

She switched it on as she pressed it into Phoebe's folds, causing her to gasp. I looked around at Lola and saw she'd brought all three over. I stretched out around Lola and retrieved the wand, turning it on as I brought it over to stroke her breast.

As Phoebe drew her knees up, I moved out from between them and, holding the wand in place, I climbed up onto the bed. Straightaway, I moved the bullet tip to her nipple and applied a bit of pressure.

Phoebe's head was rolling lazily from side to side, her hands stretched out and grasping the bed cover. I leant over the other nipple and dribbled some spittle on it, then swapped the wand over.

I glanced down to see Lola still playing the ball over Phoebe's folds with the butterfly one held in the hand that rested on Phoebe's hip, ready for use. She looked my way and grinned conspiratorially at me.

"Go fetch the dildo," She said.

I looked over to the still open cupboard, then back to her and nodded. My cock was flopping at half-mast as I stood and stepped off the bed. I was quickly there and back to find Lola now standing by the side.

I took the butterfly from her as I handed the dildo over. She sucked the tip, then said, "Take over," as she tilted the handle of the vibrator toward me.

I took it and lifted it clear as she moved the tip of the dildo in to tease Phoebe's hunny hole. I tossed it onto the bed and looked back to see the dildo disappearing into a groaning Phoebe.

As Lola started fucking her, I brought the slim butterfly one over to position it, then switched it on. With Lola's frantic pace and the vibrator buzzing away, it wasn't long till Phoebe surrendered to her first orgasm.

While I pulled the vibrator off as she started bucking, Lola held the dildo in. The aroma wafting up was making me horny, and I was tempted to stoop and lick the juices from her open lips.

"Help me move her to the centre," Lola asked, a little breathlessly.

I did, climbing on the bed to lift her unresisting body and put her head on the pillow while Lola swung her legs around. As I withdrew my arms, Phoebe reached up and grasped them and let out a groan.

I looked around to see Lola twisting the dildo with a grin on her face. I swivelled my hands in, my fingers and thumbs stretching to pinch her nipples. Phoebe's hands relaxed enough as she thrust her chest up to slip to my wrists.

I felt Lola's foot slide over my thigh, and when I looked, she was leaning back on one hand while inching up over Phoebe's thighs and guiding the other end of the dildo into herself.

I kept tweaking Phoebe's nipples as she jerkily started moving it back and fore. She soon found a rhythm and set Phoebe moaning again. I shuffled back a bit and then bent in to suck and nibble at a very firm nipple while her hands closed over my head.

Whatever Lola's hopes of them cumming together were, Phoebe's heightened state saw her rapidly reach her next climax. I paused my kissing and sucking while she writhed under me, her head rolling wildly as her scream died.

Raising my head, I looked to Lola. She was resting, a flushed expression on her face as she leant one-handed on Phoebe's thigh. She glanced to me, a wan smile forming. "Take over on the dildo for me," she asked, a plaintive note in her voice.

I smiled back wryly and nodded, shuffling down on my knees. I put a hand on her thigh as I bent and reached in to clasp the dildo as she released it. She straightened, then leant back with a little sigh, her hands gripping Phoebe's knees.

I looked back to Phoebe. She was recovering, but her heaving chest betrayed her shortness of breath still. As I watched, her eyelids cracked open and she let out a longer breath, "Ooh—".

I gave a quick glance at Lola before looking down as I started to thrust the dildo back and fore. Both of them reacted, Lola with a sibilant "Yes," and Phoebe with a moderate groan.

As I sped up, I worried about penetrating one of them too deeply and brought my other hand over to use both as limits. Serendipitously, I was adding to their pleasure as my fists slammed into their sensitive lips.

My hands were soon slippery with their juices. Their mingled perfumes stoked my passions as it wafted up, making me wish it was my shaft fucking Phoebe instead of the phony one I was using.

They were both moaning and sighing, with Lola making most of the noise. I was pushing the pace a little, vigorously thrusting it back and fore with the hope that Lola would climax this time and Phoebe would still be receptive to a last fuck from me.

As I continued, Phoebe started grunting with each stroke, shivers running through her. Lola was trying to thrust as I did, her hips lifting to meet my hand as it thwacked into her.

Just as I was resigning myself to Phoebe cumming first, Lola huffed and then cried "Yes," loudly. She pushed forward, the dildo bending in my hands, as her back arched and her head snapped back. 

I stopped with the dildo buried deep inside the pair of them, holding firm against Lola's bucking as she shuddered and twitched. As she fell back onto her elbows I moved the dildo with her, drawing it out of Phoebe.

"Mm," sighed Phoebe, attracting my attention.

She'd propped herself up on her elbows and was looking at me through drowsy eyes.

"Had enough?" I asked cheerily.

"Huh—?" she complained, as I felt the dildo slip out.

I let go of her end and brought the hand up to lick the juices from my fingers. She gave a little chuckle and flopped back down. Beside me, Lola reached down and wrapped her hand around mine as it held the dildo, her thumb rubbing her clit as she rolled the dildo inside herself.

I extracted my hand and turned back to Phoebe. She was still laying, looking at me through wide open eyes, now.

"You didn't answer," I said, mock seriously.

She lifted again, this time drawing her knees up to free them. She tilted towards me and reached up. "No, I want one last time with you."

I twisted to face her and leant forward, letting her arm encircle my neck as I slipped my still sticky hand up between her breasts. She urged me further, and I dipped my head to meet her lips.

Her other arm looped around me and pulled me tighter, holding our lips together as she flopped back. I found myself lying between her legs, my hard cock pressed against her hairy mound and my hand trapped awkwardly between us.

Her hungry kiss continued as I eased my hand free, then my fingertips found her plump nipple. She slackened her arms and broke the kiss, letting herself fall back with a whimpering sigh.

As we parted, I let my hand fall to the bed to support me while the other snaked down to take my shaft while lifting my arse and slipping down a little. "Yes," she squeaked as I brushed the helmet over her clit and into her slippery wet folds.

It went in without a push, sliding easily deep inside as I rolled my hips. "Yes," she cried urgently, her hands shifting to grasp my biceps as I flexed my hips and began to gently fuck her.

I hoped my pent-up sexual excitement would speed my desperately needed release. As I settled into a rapid rhythm, I could hear Lola beside us moaning through her gasps as she brought herself to her climax, getting a second one in while I was still striving for my first.

Ignoring her, I focused back on Phoebe. She too looked near to her next orgasm, her skin gleaming with the sheen of perspiration and locks of her damp hair flailing as she threshed around.

As Phoebe's moans turned to cries, I was too invested in my own climax to slow down, but I had to when she jerked and shuddered in the throes of her climax, half welcoming the brief respite till her body stilled and I could start again.

Phoebe was moaning through her gasps as I powered on, my own pleasure mounting as I felt Lola's presence at my side. As I neared my climax it was all that mattered, my pumping hips on automatic as joy filled my mind.

I half screamed, half groaned as my release took me into that blissful state, and an image of Rachel slipped through my mind. I felt Lola's hands on my shoulders as I collapsed onto my elbows, gasping for air.

From below, Phoebe squeezed her arms under mine and draped them on my back. It took a little time for my heart to stop racing and my breath to slow; time enough for my cock to soften and plop out.

Phoebe gave a soft "Oh," as it did, and followed it up with a hug before dropping her hands.

I took that as a signal and pushed myself back up onto my hands, then stepped my legs over hers to lie facing her. Phoebe stretched one hand over to me and the other to Lola. I took it and felt her squeeze my fingers.

"I'm going to remember this week forever," Phoebe said with a sigh.

"I think we all will," I answered, propping my head on my hand.

"You especially," she said, turning her head to me. "I hope my husband will be as good a lover as you are."

She turned to Lola. "And I'm going to find a friend like you, just in case he isn't."

Lola chuckled. "You'll have a lot to teach her."

"You've taught me a lot," retorted Phoebe.

"Even me," I added.

"I think we've all learned," Lola said. "And I've got Melanie waiting for me tomorrow when I'm released, thanks to you."

"You deserve that," Phoebe answered.

Lola's smile turned into a yawn. "Oh, sorry," she said after.

"No," Phoebe replied, "it's a signal it's time to sleep."

I rolled onto my back and pushed myself up to sit on the edge.

"Oh," exclaimed Phoebe behind me.

I turned as I stood.

"The cover's all wet," she continued.

Now that she'd moved I could see the wet patch.

"See if it's soaked through," Lola chipped in as she clambered off the other side.

Phoebe crawled over to me and slipped off. As she did, Lola and I pulled the covers down to reveal a small wet spot on the bottom sheet.

"There should be fresh ones in the bottom drawer," Phoebe said.

Lola, who was nearest, went to retrieve it while I pulled the soiled cover off.

Do you want a sheet as well?" Lola asked.

"No, it's only a small spot. Just the cover will do," Phoebe replied.

I walked over to stuff the old one down the laundry chute as Lola brought over the new one. In five minutes we were fixed and cuddled up in bed. As I drifted off, I thought about my release tomorrow, and the list of things I had to do.



The Trails of Life 11



Chapter 11

Final surprises, good and bad..

Phoebe disturbed me in the middle of the night when she used the toilet, but it was Lola who woke first when the alarm went off. While Phoebe stayed in bed, both of us got up and headed for the bathroom. 

While she used the toilet, I brushed my teeth, my mind full of the tasks that lay ahead of me; the first being to send off message vids to my boss, Jem and my family, telling them I was fine and on my way home as soon as I could arrange my ticket.

That was the second thing: Going to the space port and booking myself on the first ship home. Then, provided I had the time before the ship left, I was going to book myself a hotel room and get drunk.

Lola joined me at the sink as I rinsed my mouth out, and then it was my turn to use the toilet. While I was using it, Phoebe wandered in and looked around before walking over to the shower.

Lola joined her as I flushed, and seconds later they welcomed me in. As Lola grabbed the shower wash, Phoebe spoke. "Be careful, I feel a little tender down there."

"But did you enjoy it?" Lola joked, starting on her shoulders.

"More than any of the other nights. I know I should be grateful I had this week, but I wish it could have been a month. That would have been a decent holiday," she replied.

Lola laughed as she passed me the bottle. "I'd almost volunteer to spend another three weeks here with you."

Phoebe looked at me as I took the soap. "Honestly," I said looking her in the eye. "I've got a life to put back together. I've been looking forward to my freedom for two months, already. Sorry. In consolation, I will say this has been the best week of my sentence, and if we met in normal life I could fall in love with you," I ended apologetically.

She'd looked away long before I finished, while Lola scowled at me.

I shrugged my shoulders and squeezed some soap into my hand as I moved to do her back. I hoped she didn't feel for me the way I felt for Rachel. I rationalised I was being cruel to be kind, serving her a dose of disappointment that would cloud the better memories till I was gone.

I washed her back, guiltily trying to soften the blow I'd given by tenderly caressing her skin in all the right places as I worked my way down. When we were finished, Phoebe left us to wash ourselves as she returned to the bedroom.

"That was a bit mean," Lola scolded as the door shut behind Phoebe.

"It wasn't really meant to be. Don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed this week and I didn't want to spoil it—"

"But you did!" she interrupted.

"In a way, yes. But I don't want her pining for us like some lovesick puppy. She'll have lots of happy memories to take away from here. What I don't want is for her to stay emotionally entangled with us, or me in particular."

"You're way too late for that. I bet if you asked her she'd run away home with you."

"I've got a girlfriend already. I've been living with her for the past two years. Lovely as Phoebe is, she'd be like a fish out of water, trying to live my life."

"She's a lot stronger than you think. A little hardship wouldn't stop her loving you."

"Perhaps not, but what really matters there is, I'm not in love with her, someone else..." Rachel loomed large in my mind. "...has taken my heart."

She gave a little shake of her head. "Well, it's your life. She'd make you a good wife. I hope Melanie is as loyal to me as you are to your love."

I stayed silent as Lola stepped back out of the spray and began to lather herself. I took the bottle when she stooped to set it down and squirted some into my hand. We grabbed towels on the way out and found Phoebe sitting, sill naked, brushing her hair in front of the vanity mirror.

Lola went over to her as I finished drying myself. As Lola took over brushing her hair, Phoebe ordered breakfast from her pad. I dressed and picked up my towel, then walked over to the pair of them.

I used my towel to dry Lola's back, my brusque strokes continuing as I bent to do her arse and legs. I left the towel around Lola's neck and took mine to the laundry chute before wandering into the lounge to wait for breakfast to be delivered.

Their high pitched squeals caught my attention. Moments later, the door opened and Lola stuck her head through to call, "Come look at this."

My curiosity aroused, I got up as she withdrew her head and walked through. Phoebe was holding up the cast of my cock we'd made last night. Her face was a picture of delight as she proudly held it out for me to inspect.

It looked like shiny white plastic, but I could see the detail in it, the ridges of my veins and the little wrinkles where my foreskin joined my shaft. Up close, it looked bigger than I thought it was, giving my ego a boost.

"Isn't it gorgeous?" she asked bubbling over.

"It looks...impressive," I answered, fumbling for an appropriate word.

"And, she's got the mould for another when she wears it out," Lola chipped in.

I saw Phoebe blush for the first time, her cheeks shading pink to red under her almond skin.

"You should ask her for one for yourself. Be a good piece of object d'art for a coffee table," I joked, turning the focus on Lola.

Breakfast being announced broke the conversation before Lola could reply. The two of them, still unclothed but with Lola carrying hers, walked with me as we moved through into the lounge.

By accident or design, Phoebe put the cast on the table and turned the TV on as we sat down to the coffee, buttered toast and scrambled eggs. I ate my fill and sat back with the drink while they finished theirs.

With an hour left before we were due back, Phoebe got the message that the taxi was here. Phoebe gave the both of us hugs and favoured me with a kiss as we got to her door, looking around it to watch as we walked off down the passageway.

We travelled together on the familiar ride into the city. I couldn't quite call this episode of my life closed till I walked out of the justice department a free man, but the excitement built in me as we trundled onwards to our destination.

Lola and I travelled the same path through the building till the metallic voice directed us different ways in the last corridor. I didn't know whether they'd take my clothes this time, seeing I was headed for release.

I hoped my own clothes and luggage was waiting for me when they checked me out. Otherwise, I'd have to use these to get to the hotel and pick them up there. My pad as well: It would be 'extra fun' if I had to get another and try and remember all my passwords.

It took a few seconds for the guard to appear through the door behind the wide counter. "Here," he said, handing me a small wand." "Put the tip on the clasp of your collar."

I stretched to take it, then turned the collar till the clasp was under my chin. I guided the tip with my other hand and then grasped one end as it sprang apart. He held out his hand and I gave him the collar and the wand.

A little section of the counter slid open and he put the collar in there. There must have been a screen I couldn't see, because I saw his eyes tracking lines of text or something before her looked back up at me.

"You're clear. Give me your wrist."

I stretched my arm over, my pulse racing as he took it and reactivated my ID chip.

"You can collect your property in the next room," he said, dismissing me and turning back to the door he came through. The door to my right dilated, and with my heart soaring, I walked through it.

I was glad. The thrill of walking those first few steps without a collar around my neck was a joyous moment; so delicious, it sent a shiver through me when I thought about it. 

As I waited, I wondered how Lola was doing; if we were both being processed at the same speed, we could both find ourselves released back into the big bad world together. That might make for an awkward goodbye.

I felt delighted when the guard asked me for my ID, swinging my wrist over his reader with a grin on my face. It beeped, and he pressed a button. A screen in the desk lit up, and I saw an upside down list appear.

He glanced down it, then swiped his finger over the screen to spin it to me. The top of the list was my suitcase and its contents; at the bottom, my pad and its carry case.

"Do I sign?" I asked, trusting it was complete.

"No, he replied. "It'll come out of that hatch there." he indicated a square outline at the other end of the counter.

"Thanks, that's it?"

"No. You can buy your video if you want."

"My video?" I queried.

"Yes the one from the cameras in your collar. Keep it as a souvenir or use it to start a suit against one of your owners."

Rachel sprang to mind and I was speaking the words before I thought them. "I'll take the first week if that's possible."

He tapped his pad. "That's gone," he said in a matter of fact manner.

"Gone?"

"Yes, that and week nine are not on the list."

"Oh," I said.

I wasn't surprised at Hilly's efficiency in claiming Phoebe's exploits. But Rachel, if it was her, buying hers amazed and intrigued me. None of the others interested me. I'd just as soon forget the whole thing.

"No thanks, then. I have enough memories of the others."

"When you get your luggage, you go through that door..." He glanced at the one next to the hatch. "...into the waiting room, and you'll be released with the rest at eight thirty."

I nodded.

"Good luck," he said cheerily, then turned and left, leaving me waiting not so impatiently for my bags.

I couldn't resist taking a peek through the door as I waited, and I saw one or two scattered people sitting watching the news in a brightly lit room. I heard the hatch rumble open, and my bags were half ejected by the rollers. I eagerly picked them up and strolled through into the waiting room.

The clock on the screen read eight o' clock, and after a look around to see if Lola was already there, I laid my suitcase down on the floor and opened it. I brought out the last of my fresh clothes and underwear, and scooted off to the toilet to change.

Feeling a lot better, dressed in my own clothes, I packed away the shirt and shorts and settled down next to my bag to watch the news and wait for my release. Ten minutes later, Lola came through a door dressed in a tight tank top and a short skirt with her old clothes bundled under her arm.

She saw me, but went and sat with the only other girl in the room. It didn't matter much; we had nothing much left to talk about and only our experiences in common. A couple more men joined us as I watched the clock count down.

At the appointed time, a door slid back in the far wall and I sprang to my feet, towing my bag after me as I made my way to the exit. Lola made it out in front of me, and when I passed through the door I saw her embracing Melanie.

I walked the other way with a spring in my step, now that I was finally free. Outside, I took a taxi to the spaceport and found the old money band in with my pad as I brought it out to start composing my first video message; a simple one to my family back home telling them I was, as they could see, well, and would be on the first ship I could book passage on.

Then the one to my boss, telling him my side of the story, and that I'd call him as soon as I got home. By the time I'd finished that, we were approaching the spaceport and I turned off the mail program and called up the file with my return ticket in it.

The concourse was crowded and I walked nearly half of it as I followed the map to the spaceline desk. "Good morning, how can I help you?" she asked pleasantly as I got to the counter."

"I'd like to re-book my ticket to Terra Incognito, please."

"Certainly. May I have your details?"

I brought my electronic ticket up and sent her a copy. While she checked it, I looked up at the schedule and saw that the next trip was nine o' clock tomorrow morning.

"I'm sorry sir, this is out of date. You have seven days to claim. This is over seven weeks."

"I know. I got caught up in the justice system here through no fault of my own. Is there nothing you can do?"

"I can sell you a new one," she said brightly.

"How much?"

"Sixteen hundred credits, comfort class."

"I don't have that much on my pre-paid. Would you accept a draft on my bank back home?"

"I'm sorry sir, I can only process cash payments," she replied, sounding sympathetic.

"What about the other spacelines? Any of them do cheap flights?"

"Ah, I'm afraid we have an exclusive on direct flights. You'd have to go through the independents and station-hop your way home. I'm afraid that'll probably be just as expensive."

"So, it looks like I'm stuck here till I can find more money," I said, more to myself than her.

She bent forward and beckoned me closer, "Don't ask for repatriation. They'll make you work it off. Your best bet for quick money is to get yourself a yellow collar," she whispered.

"Thanks," I replied as she straightened and gave me a little nod.

I smiled back, amused by the irony of her advice; renting myself out and taking pot luck with another mistress. There had to be another way. She stood there waiting for me to say something. I gave her a couple of slow nods and turned to leave.

I still had my messages to send, except the news wouldn't be as good. I'd have to amend the ones I'd recorded and add an instruction to Jem's, to add more money to my account. She'd have to go to the bank to get the extra credit forwarded here.

I wandered over to some seats to take a moment and think things through. I had four hundred in my account; more than enough to wait out the few days it would take for the money transfer to come through.

The best thing now would be to find an inexpensive hotel and stay there. I got out my pad and did a search for a cheap accommodation, and was disappointed to find that the cheapest at the spaceport was seventy five a night.

Broadening my search, I found hostels in the city for twenty five to thirty five a night, bed only. It was not an option I would pick willingly, but with the state of my finances I couldn't be choosy.

I used the Taxi ride back to compose fresh messages to my boss and family. I would have asked my boss for the ticket money, except I could picture him reading the message and tutting as he slowly shook his head.

I knew what his reply would be, I could even hear him repeating it. "You youngsters have got to learn to stand on your own two feet." He'd started from nothing and was a firm believer in 'pulling yourself up by your bootstraps'.

My message to Jem was a request for her to top up the prepaid account on my pad. I also told her how much I missed her and couldn't wait to get back. I also added, as I had with my messages to my boss and family, my version of what had happened at the villa.

The hostel was an unimpressive four-story building set in an industrial park. I booked in for an initial three days and used their uplink to send my messages off on their first stage of the journey home.

The room was half a meter wider than the bunk bed and nearly a meter longer, with a chest of draws crammed in behind the door. I dropped my suitcase there and went to the bar for a much-needed drink.

The only other customer was an old man who was nursing his drink, sitting by one of the windows. I sat on the barstool and ordered rum and a beer chaser. Now all I had to do find something to fill my time while I waited for the replies.

"New here?" asked the barman.

"Kind off, yes. I'm waiting for a flight home."

"Oh, you're not applying for residency, then?"

"No, I've had my fill of the place. Give me the quiet life back on Terra any day."

"Lost your money on the tables, eh? Cashed in your ticket to win it back," he said, as if it was a familiar story. "I know one or two places pay cash in hand."

"I'm waiting on funds from home," I answered. "But, thanks anyway."

"Ah...The bank of mum and dad."

"No, a fiancé and a joint bank account."

"Well, the offer's there if you change your mind. Escort work for some of the hotels."

"Ha, knowing my luck, I'd end up with the frumpy one with bad breath and hairy armpits."

He chuckled. "Well, you can't expect a Princess or TriVee star."

I gave my own chuckle. "I'm looking for an Heiress."

"Aren't we all," he came back.

I nodded and picked up my rum to take a sip. He moved off down the bar, leaving me to my thoughts. My messages were now being routed through the wormholes, piggy backing on the ships till they reached my home world. With luck, they'd be in their inboxes by this time tomorrow.

I took a longer drink of my beer and turned my thoughts to how I was going to pass the time. Sightseeing was free, which made it a favourite. Trouble was, not many of the sights left to see interested me.

The beach appealed to me. I could swim and sunbathe most of the day there. If the food was expensive, I could fill up when I ate here. Thinking of food, my tummy reminded me that it had been a long time since breakfast.

I swallowed off the rum and took a large gulp of the beer. Standing, I looked to the barman. "Where's the restaurant?"

"Out the door and turn left. There's a pair of double doors at the bottom. It's robot service, so just take a table," he answered.

"Thanks," I called back.

I followed his directions and found myself in a bright room with glass walls on either side. There were a few customers scattered around, and I chose one of the empty window tables.

The robot was beside me as I sat down, its top folding open to display a menu on a screen. It waited as I scrolled through its meagre list. I chose the vat-grown steak and fresh cut chips with a portion of peas, along with a coffee.

As soon as I paid it, the robot trundled off and I sat back and had a look around. There was a square of grass surrounded by a flower bed outside, a bright spot against the drab grey of the adjacent building.

The end walls both had large screens playing some news channel which, no doubt, was linked to the cone speaker in the centre of the table. I touched the button on the top, and the muted tones of the newsreader came out.

He was talking about some jewel robbery, but the ticker on the bottom was what caught my eye. One of the items was about a new trade treaty with Polydeuces. The real reason Hilly had been here, it would seem.

I turned the speaker off when the robot came back carrying my food. The steak was okay for taste and flavour and I enjoyed my first taste of chips in months. It didn't take me long to polish it off.

As I sat there finishing my coffee, I fished my pad out to look up the name of the beach. As I did, the money band fell out and I absentmindedly slipped it onto my wrist when I leant over to pick it up.

There was only one lake local, and I made a mental note of the place we visited, The Tropicana Beach Resort, before turning the pad off and putting it away again. I finished my coffee and made my way back to my room to collect a towel.

I had my pad out again to call a taxi as I walked out through the reception lobby. Being a bit off the beaten track, it took five minutes for it to come and whisk me away for my afternoon on the beach.

When I got back to the hostel, I headed straight for the restaurant, checking with the menu again before ordering something else I hadn't eaten in a while; fish pie. I had a surprise when I paid for it.

"Do you wish me to debit your international credits or the Ringworld ones?" it asked.

"Ringworld credits?" I queried, puzzled for a second.

Even as I said it, I realised that my money band was still active. The eight thousand credits I thought were time limited were still there. My pulse quickened at the thought of having enough money to take me home. If I hadn't just paid for my meal, I'd be on my way to the space port, now.




The Trails of Life 11



I hurried through my meal and called up a taxi, my excitement building as I considered a further message to Jem; instead of sending the money, I could send her the ETA of the ship and she could meet me either at the station or when the shuttle landed.

I walked straight to the booth, and got an unpleasant surprise.

"Hi," I said to a different girl on duty. "I'd like to book passage on the first ship to Terra Incognito."

She smiled pleasantly. "Certainly sir."

She tapped her screen a few times as I brought my pad out to accept the ticket. "We have seats in comfort, will that do?"

"Yes, fine," I said, thrusting my arm forward to pay for it.

She tapped the screen a few more times, then waved the reader over my wrist. Her face changed as she looked back at me. "I'm sorry sir, we only accept International credits."

"Huh?" I replied, stunned by this fact.

"We're only allowed to trade in International credits; my reader can't transfer money from your band. You should have insisted on taking your winnings in a tradable currency."

She set my mind racing. "Err, thanks."

"You're stuck with it, now," she continued. "They won't change it back."

Bang! went the idea I was contemplating.

"You," she leant forward and lowered her voice, "can sell them on the black market for paper money, but I hear the rate is very low."

"Ah ha, thanks again," I replied, my disappointment showing in my voice.

She gave me a brief smile, then turned back to the screen as I walked away. I wondered how low the rate was; at a bare minimum I needed thirteen hundred. It was a buyer's market out there; people desperate to get rid of their useless Ringworld currency, me included.

I was sure if anyone knew how much I could trade it for, it would be the barman back at the hostel. I needed a little chat with him before I did anything else. I took a taxi back and made my way straight to the bar.

The place was a lot more crowded now, and the barman had been replaced by two women. I found a place at the bar and caught the attention of one.

"A beer please," I requested as she got near enough.

As I proffered my wrist for payment, I told her, "Take it from my Ringworld credits."

As she brought the reader up, I leant over and asked, "You know where I can find the barman, from earlier?"

"Andy," she replied. "He's off till tomorrow. Anything I can help you with?"

"Well," I answered. "I was wondering what the exchange rate was for Ringworld credits."

"I can get you ten to one," she replied.

That would give me eight hundred, not enough. "I need eight to one to get home."

"Sorry, ten's the best you can get. Lots of places offer twelve or fifteen," she said, casting a glance at the gesticulating arm down the bar.

"Okay. Thanks," I said resignedly as I straightened back up.

She turned to attend to the customer. I was disappointed, but I'd half expected it. I'd hoped they'd offer five to one, but there was a small consolation; the hotels would accept it, so I could eat and live well while I waited for Jem to transfer the money.

I didn't fancy another taxi ride tonight, let alone the fuss of getting my luggage and booking out to booking in again. It could wait till the morning; it had already been a long and frustrating day. Tonight, a few more beers would see me ready for my bed. 





The Trails of Life 11



"Did you buy any of the other ones?"

"No, that's something I want to put behind me."

"Was it bad, then?" she asked, stretching her hand out to cup my cheek as she looked me in the eye.

"Not all of it," I replied.

She sat up. "Come on, let's get dressed. You can tell me over a bottle of wine at my place -- our place."

"Good thing I hadn't unpacked then," I joked.

She rolled onto her knees as I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I slid to the side, bending forward to pick up my clothes as she leant over to retrieve hers. I was dressed before she was and had collected my suitcase before she joined me, still carrying her shoes.

She put them on in the lift and linked her arm in mine as we stepped out. "Shall we surprise her? She's not expecting me home till the morning," she asked as we crossed the reception hall.

"You're the boss there, as long as I won't freak her out."

"No, she's having a quiet night studying."

"How far away are you?" I asked as we neared the kerb. 

"Twenty minutes, why?"

"Give her five minutes warning so she can have the wine ready when we walk in."

She squeezed closer to me as we stopped. "No, I want to see her reaction. She'll recognise you from when you looked in the mirrors."

I kept my peace as there were too many variables. This could go spectacularly wrong.

We climbed into the taxi and she took my hand and leant across the seat to rest her head on my shoulder.

"How have you fared? I asked, giving her hand a squeeze. "Had any interesting clients?"

"One or two, and some peculiar ones," she replied with a giggle as she lifted her head to look at me.

"Ah, so we're going to be swapping secrets then."

She let go a laugh. "I've heard some tales that would shock you."

"Will they beat having a Femdom Mistress practice her arts on you?" I asked, teasing her.

"What!" she exclaimed, jumping up.

"You'll have to wait for the wine." I said, grinning at her.

"You really had one?" she said disbelievingly.

"I had two. I got swapped because I couldn't do anal."

"That's a story I can't wait to hear," she said, taking my hand as she settled back in her seat.

"All in good time," I replied, giving her hand a squeeze.

"Hmm," she said, turning her attention to our surroundings. "We're nearly there. I can't wait to see Anna's face when we walk in."

It was another few minutes till the taxi slowed, then stopped outside a narrow tower block. Rachel kept hold of my hand as we got out of the taxi, then led me inside where we caught the lift up to the eighth floor.

I was a little anxious when she used her ID to open the door and led me inside. "Anna," she called as we walked down the hallway.

"Chell?" came a welcoming voice back.

"I've got a surprise," Rachel answered.

A door opened and Anna came rushing out. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me, hastily pulling her housecoat tight around herself. Then, recognition dawned on her face.

"Bara?" 

"Yes," exclaimed Rachel gleefully. "He's come to stay with us."

"What, where?" Anna asked, puzzled.

"I'll explain it all in a moment, show him where he can put his clothes while I nip to the toilet," Rachel replied.

Anna looked to be about the same height as Rachel, but with a little more meat on her bones. Her straight black hair spoke of an Asian ancestry, but it didn't show very strongly in her face.

Her breasts looked rounded and firm through the thin fabric of the housecoat, which did little to hide her shapely hips either. The expression on her face was still one of puzzlement as she turned and walked to the end door.

I trailed my suitcase after me as I followed her into the bedroom. "I can unpack later," I said, parking the suitcase against the wall.

"Oh, okay," she said, studying me.

"Rachel mentioned a bottle of wine to unwind with."

"In the fridge," she said looking across towards the door.

I turned and followed her back as she led me back into the living room. There were a couple of low tables and a scattering of large cushions on the floor. On one table there was a screen and Anna's pad with a cup beside it.

"Have a seat," she said as she crossed to a door in the side wall.

I picked one of the round ones and found myself sinking into a bean bag type. The decor was plain, warm yellow walls, a light green carpet with colour co-ordinated cushions. While I was still looking around, Rachel came in and hurried over to me.

She sat astride my legs and wrapped her arms around me. "You don't know how happy I am."

"I do, I'm just as happy as you are," I replied, tightening my arms around her.

To the side, I saw Anna re-enter carrying a tray with three glasses and a bottle. As she got nearer, Rachel twisted slightly and held out her hand. "Anna."

She put the tray on the nearby table and came to take Rachel's hand.

"I'm going to sponsor Bara. I'll get the paperwork and license sorted out tomorrow. If it wasn't all so sudden I would have talked it through with you first, but he's stuck here and isn't very welcome at home, so there's no help coming from them. I wouldn't have been so impulsive, but I know you like him and you've been hinting at a threesome, now that I'm over my fear."

She cast a glance at me with a flicker of a smile, then continued. "He'll be sharing our bed and, if you're willing, our lives. I want us to be like family together."

"Hmm," Anna mused, as if she was considering it, her barely suppressed smile giving the game away. "You go out on an assignment, and an hour later bring a strange man home with you." The smile cracked her face. "He'd better have a big thick dick and be good in bed."

Rachel laughed, and I had a chuckle.

"Come and find out," she said, tugging on Anna's hand.

Anna let herself get pulled forwards and landed with her knees on the side of the bag. My cock was already responding when Rachel released Anna's hand as her knuckles grazed my growing bulge.

Rachel slid herself back and stood, leaving Anna to give a nervous giggle as her fingers pressed against my rapidly swelling cock and she looked up at my face. All I had the wit to do was smile back.

Her free hand zeroed in on my button while the other still caressed my now solid shaft. Rachel's movement caught my eye and I glance up to see her pulling her vest over her head.

My zipper going down brought my attention back to Anna. With only the shorts restraining it, my cock sprang out. She quickly grabbed the waistband and uncovered it, giving a little gasp as she did.

"I told you it was bigger in real life," Rachel said, stepping out of her skirt.

As Anna grasped it, Rachel walked behind her and knelt, she looped her hands around Anna's waist and undid the bow to let the belt fall. Her hands then parted Anna's housecoat and cupped her full round breasts.

Anna pressed back into Rachel and she responded by laying down a line of kisses from Anna's neck to shoulder. Anna's grip on my shaft had slackened and I heeled of my shoes before straightening up to see if I could slip my shorts and trousers off without too much fuss.

The cushion defeated me, and then I heard Anna giggle. "Want any help?" she asked, looking a little amused as I turned to her.

Behind her, Rachel was looking over her shoulder, her hands immobile but still covering Anna's breasts. I gave a little shake of my head and bent forwards to stand and push my trousers down before stepping out of them.

As I was doing that, they both stood up; Rachel first with Anna following her. Rachel stepped forward to Anna's side, one hand taking Anna's as she offered me the other. I took it and she led the pair of us through to the bedroom.

As we walked through the door, she released our hands and scooted over to the bed, leaving Anna and I to play 'catch up.' Anna shucked her housecoat as she crossed, giving me my first sight of her nude figure.

She reminded me of the old saying, 'Built for comfort, not for speed.' She had an ample backside that wiggled deliciously, and a broad back. It was confirmation of my initial assessment; she was well built and it all looked like muscle.

We joined Rachel on the bed and she extended her arms to wrap them around us and draw us in. She let herself fall back and pulled us with her, laughing as she did. She twisted to me and gave me a kiss before turning to Anna and kissing her.

Anna already had a hand on Rachel's breast, and I naturally took the other, my finger and thumb pinching her swelling nipple. She rolled back face up, sporting a happy smile and enjoyed the moment.

I took the opportunity to lean over and switch my hand for my mouth. As my hand slipped down over her ribs, my lips closed over her nipple, squeezing its rubbery firmness as I played my tongue over the tip.

I felt Anna's head nudge mine as she swapped to suckling Rachel's other nipple. If Rachel's moans were anything to go by, she was thoroughly enjoying it. Her arm came over, her hand cupping the back of my head as her fingers flexed in my hair.

My hand slipped lower, travelling down over her flat tummy and into the soft frizzy beginnings of her pubes. Rachel lifted her hips a little as she drew her knees up and splayed them. As my fingers inched over her plump outer lips, I wasn't surprised to feel Anna's hand join mine.

Rachel was very wet and making room for Anna. I left just my forefinger in place and swirled it between her gaping lips as Anna's moved in to tease her clit. Rachel's moans and sighs grew louder, her fingers gripping my head as she pressed it down.

I stretched my hand further and let my finger play over her hunny hole before plunging it knuckle deep into the soft warm depths. I felt her body twitch as I began to finger fuck her, first with just one finger that quickly became two as she tried to hump me back.

With all the attention she was getting, it wasn't surprising that Rachel didn't last long. Her climax, when it came, had her screaming "Yes," as she bucked and clenched my head.

Her shuddering didn't stop for nearly a minute, her hips still jerking long after we'd removed our hands. Her grip slackened on my head and her hand fell away, letting me sit up. Rachel was away in the clouds, her eyes closed tight and a satisfied smile curling her lips.

I turned my head, then Anna and I exchanged looks. I couldn't read her smile, and waited for her to make the next move. Rachel pre-empted her, her sigh attracting the attention of both of us.

Her emerald green eyes were sparkling, though heavy-lidded, her white teeth gleaming as her smile creased her cheeks. "Oh wow," she gasped between pants. I was pleased she'd enjoyed it so much. I wanted nothing more than her happiness at this moment.

Anna twisted to lie down facing Rachel, her arm stretching to tuck under Rachel's breasts. As I lay down, Rachel half turned to face Anna, her arm looping over Anna, as Anna slipped hers around Rachel's back.

I felt a little left out as the pair of them began to kiss, and could only watch as Rachel rolled Anna onto her back and lifted a leg over to straddle her. She then ended the kiss and lifted her other leg over to lie on Anna's other side, looking perilously close to the edge.

"Move over," she said to Anna.

Anna shuffled nearer me, her breasts rolling and wobbling as she did. Rachel moved with her, and as Anna settled, Rachel rolled back, one hand cupping her breast as she moved in to kiss her.

I brought my hand over to Anna's breast and bent in to start teasing her nipple with the tip of my tongue. After a few seconds had passed, Rachel broke the kiss and moved her head down next to mine.

"Give her the pleasure of your tongue," she said softly, her hand slipping on top of mine.

As I raised my head, Rachel's hand moved in to take Anna's nipple. I came up onto my knees and swivelled around to look down on Anna's hairy mound.

As I leant forward, I put my hands on her thighs and eased them apart. The musky fragrance of her juices filled my nose as I started to tease her lips apart with my tongue, followed by the sharp taste as it plumbed the depth of her folds.

As I licked, I used the tips of my fingers to gently stroke her sensitive inner thighs, while my thumbs massaged the sides of her mound. I felt a hand squeeze between my thighs, then curl up to grasp my rigid shaft.

It could only be Anna's hand; her other one, no doubt playing with Rachel's breast. It felt too nice to stop her, and I hoped that she wouldn't overexcite me. I returned my attention to her pussy and narrowed my tongue to dip it into her hunny hole.

My thumbs moved to the sides of her clit to rub and tease it. It felt larger, much larger, than normal. Under my thumbs it felt as thick as a pencil and about two and a half centimetres long.

My touch had made her wriggle, and I immediately switched to lathing her clit. Her moans were suddenly cut short. Her hand quickly withdrew from between my thighs, then, ten seconds or so later the moans restarted with an increased intensity.

I was still amazed by the size of the clit I was sucking. I had a good centimetre inside my mouth, and it was so firm that I could barely bend it with my tongue. Her hips began rolling and thrusting as her legs opened wider, and she drew her knees up.

I moved my hand to play my fingers over her splayed lips while the forefinger of my other slipped easily into her hunny hole. It was difficult to focus on all three things as her hips started jerking and thrusting, and I started searching for her G-spot, instead of finger fucking her.

She let out a loud, shuddering groan as her hips push up with her arching back. I straightened up, leaving my finger clenched deep within her as I turned to look at Anna clutching Rachel to her.

Rachel was covering my view of Anna's face. All I could see was her mop of red hair mingling with Anna's. She was still groaning as she dropped back to the bed, pulling free of my finger as she did.

I turned to sit next to them, waiting and wondering what would come next; probably me fucking Anna. Rachel straightened up as Anna let out a sigh. I could see her breast still rising and falling as her breathing returned to normal.

Her gaze was on Rachel, who leant back in to whisper something in Anna's ear. Anna gave a sigh and turned to me. "Rachel wants me to beg you to fuck me. Can I just say, 'please?"

I gave a chuckle at Rachel winning her bet this way, flicking my eyes briefly at her face as I answered Anna. "If you hadn't asked, I would have."

As Rachel twisted onto her knees, I moved between Anna's legs. Rachel leant in and grasped my shaft, rubbing my helmet over Anna's enormous clit as I positioned myself.

Rachel guided my helmet in, then sprang back as I took over to ease my full length in. As I began to swing my hips, Rachel moved to Anna's head and straddled her face, her knees pressing against my wrists and her body centimetres from my face.

One hand clasped my shoulder while the other encircled my neck, urging me gently in as she leant a little further forward. I let her hold me there as I upped my pace. I was enjoying every second of it. Though I wasn't fucking Rachel herself, her closeness made up for it in other ways.

I came a close second to Anna's climax, filling her with my seed just as the last shudder ran through her. Rachel took my weight as I sagged, her hands slipping down under my arms as she straightened up.

I lay against her, my happiness and pleasure mixed in equal measure. My joy overwhelmed me, it was all I could do to raise my arms and encircle her hips. She held me there till Anna sighed when my flaccid cock slipped out.

Rachel let go of me, her hands taking my arms as she lifted to straighten a leg and swing her knee out to clamber off Anna. I followed her lead and moved back to my side of the bed to lay on my side facing the pair of them.

Rachel stretched her hand across Anna to touch me, and again I copied her, stretching my hand across to hold her arm. We had to separate briefly when Anna struggled to free her arms, to then loop them under our necks.

We lay together for a few moments till Anna sighed and said, "That was perfect. Do you mind if I fall in love with him as well?" 

Rachel chuckled, then bent forward, her hand swinging up to cup Anna's cheek as she planted a kiss on her lips. Though my heart was Rachel's, sharing Anna with Rachel bound the three of us together, and made us lovers too.

Rachel looked over at me when their lips parted, her hand stretching out to brush my cheek. "I told you she'd like you," she said, propping herself up on her elbow.

I gave a little nod. "Must be my irresistible personality," I replied, tongue in cheek.

Rachel chuckled, "Time to get back to the wine and your stories, I think."

"What stories?" Anna asked.

"The one about the Femdom Mistress," Rachel replied, turning to her. "He had eight weeks still to go when I left him."

"It was after I left your school," I started as I pushed myself up. "I was bought by a BDSM school. Like yours, they were a man short, and I was given to a right bitch. She swapped me because I couldn't do anal."

We were all now walking out the bedroom door, a happy Rachel with an arm around both our waists.

"The first one, Haley, even searched online to get a definition, to see if there was a way around," I continued. "Eventually, she traded me to Cathy and paid her a thousand on top."

"But what did they do?" asked Rachel.

"The very first lesson, Haley tied me down and demonstrated how to use a cane and leather strap. Is that salacious enough?" I replied.

By this time we were walking into the living room.

"Did Cathy treat you better?" asked Anna, as we approached the table and Rachel loosened her arms.

"Cathy wasn't the real thing, Haley was. Cathy was going to work in one of the touristy places where the whips are made out of silk," I answered, as Rachel moved one of the big square cushions alongside the table.

There was just enough room for the three of us snuggled up tight. When Anna had poured the wine and handed it around, I continued my story. There were numerous interruptions as they dug out more details, and we'd cracked open a second bottle by the time I'd finished.

We made love again when we went to bed; this time I got to fuck Rachel doggy style as the finale, while she went down on Anna. When it was time for sleep, we spooned each other with Rachel making the filling between Anna and I.

In the morning, Anna had to rush off to her work as an accountant in one of the casinos. Rachel and I made love in the shower before we had breakfast, and then went into town to sort out my immigration status.

We met up with Anna for lunch, bringing her up to date. She also had a surprise for me. There was an opening for an electronics technician in the casino she worked for. Although I was overqualified, it would be an easy job dealing with the gaming machines.