Sally's mind was confused, when she woke this morning. She didn't know what to expect. Yesterday when she was introduced to Mark's slave, it had woken desires she never thought would surface again. When she escaped her slavery, she vowed to never put herself into such a position again. But looking at Carrie kneeling on the floor as they entered the apartment, it all flooded back. As the evening progressed and she realized how broken Carrie was, and how she might never escape her past.
Sally struggled to maintain her emotions and managed to instruct Mark in how to proceed. Today she was going with Mark to teach him more about being a master, but more importantly how to be a loving master.
Now Mark and she were going out to do some shopping. Carrie needed clothes and Mark needed tools to maintain his control over Carrie. Sally realized that Carrie needed a strong hand at least for now. Over the next few weeks and months, hopefully, that need for control would lessen. But Sally had no idea how broken the slave was.
The shopping today went well. Ever since Mark had been coming into the coffee shop, Sally had felt a connection to him. Over the last year that connection grew stronger, and she had found herself looking forward to his visits. When he opened up about Carrie, she almost peed her pants. Her mind immediately flashed back over her life and all that had happened to her, oh so long ago.
When they stopped for lunch and Mark asked me about my experience, I couldn't hold back any longer and told him of my days as a slave. I know he was shocked, but I could also see he was excited. I know he was trying not to show it, but I could tell.
By the time, we left the pub and headed back to Mark's apartment, I had told Mark all about my life as a slave and Mistress. I was so excited I almost climaxed when we parked the car. She sighed as she remembered walking up to the door. I know he hadn't planned to spend so much money today, but it was so much fun picking everything out, and now we're about to use his purchases on his slave.
Sally was impressed with the slave's performance. Her lists were extensive and well thought out. The dinner was excellent with very little to work with. However, she was impressed with Mark finding out something to punish Carrie for.
Now she was in Mark's room, naked with the slave, in her new lingerie standing in the corner. She had no intention for the day to end this way, but she understood why. Mark needed to establish the hierarchy in their new group. Mark the Master, me the next in charge but submissive to Master, and Carrie the slave and under everyone's control.
Sally was laying there nervous, aroused, and feeling things she hadn't felt in years. It was everything in her power to keep from completely succumbing to the situation. She waited just as the slave in the corner for the inevitable; Mark to enter.
The longer they waited, the harder it was to not think of him as Mark but Master. She hated herself for telling him she would never submit to him, a rookie, and now to be naked on his bed. She cussed at herself and her lack of strength at not refusing to obey. But as the day progressed, the more the old emotions, arousal, and training started to fill her being.
Both her and the slave jumped a bit when the bedroom door opened. Sally glanced at Carrie and watched as she rocked from foot to foot. Her eyes glued to the corner where she stood. Sally on the other hand was shaking slightly, her pussy was gushing and when she saw his face and his lustful look, she blushed. Hardly a strong look, she moaned to herself.
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Mark walked into the bedroom. He looked first at Sally, laying on the bed nude. He watched as she blushed and the longer he looked the further the blush covered her body. Finally, he looked to the corner of the room where Carrie was standing. He couldn't help but gasp. She was dressed in a powder blue mesh crop top, that did little to hid her magnificent breasts. The tiny matching thong only highlighted her hips and flat stomach. He smiled as Sally had cuffed her hands behind her back, and watched as she rocked from foot to foot, panting. She was very aroused and it showed.
Mark shut the door and sauntered to the bed; his eyes locked on Sally. She was truly beautiful. Her long brown hair flowing down her chest, her perfect size breasts, and rock-hard nipples only added to her allure. He slowly let his eyes drifted down her body to her hands covering her lady bits. She could see him trying to control his blank expression, but it didn't work. He was so enthralled with having two beautiful nude or nearly nude submissive women at his disposal, and it was overwhelming. He reached up and pulled his shirt over his head exposing his chest. He heard Sally moan and hoped it was because she liked what she saw.
Mark's initial confidence quickly dissipated when he started to remove his pants. He was much older than Sally. I don't know of any mature man who strips in front of a young beautiful woman and not feel doubts about his appearance. He took a deep breath and thought, 'in for a penny, in for a pound', and dropped them to the floor.
He glanced at Carrie and she still had her eyes locked to the corner. He looked back at Sally and dropped his boxers. Now fully nude, his cock harder than he could remember, crawled into bed.
Sally looked at him and smiled. "Order me to open my legs." She whispered. "You need to be a Master," She continued.
"Uncover your cunt and spread your legs." I barked. My voice sounding a lot more comfortable than I felt.
Sally smiled at me and nodded. We both knew that Carrie couldn't see what was happening. I smiled back and lay down beside her. She cuddled up next to me, her mouth so close to my ear I could feel her warm breath and whispered so quietly that I knew Carrie couldn't hear.
"You know I'm only doing this to prove to her you're the Master of the house."
"Yes, I know, but I could get used to this." I answered
"You need to take charge now." She whispered again
"Slave, put your mouth to work." I demanded.
Sally at first looked at me, but for the first time in my life, I felt strong. I reached up and grabbed her head and gently pushed her down my body. At first, I felt some resistance, but the closer her face got to my erection, it disappeared. When her tongue touched the head of my cock, I heard a moan escape from her and felt her body tremble slightly. I closed my eyes when she licked my cock, sending shivers up and down my body. She continued licking as she bathed my cock with her tongue.
For the next few minutes, Sally worked her magic on my cock. Her grunts and moans echoed off the walls. I opened my eyes to look at my slave, still standing in the corner. I could see her hips slowly grinding an invisible with quiet moans slipping out of her mouth. I wanted to last longer, but the erotic situation I found myself in, my cock being sucked by my friend and now submissive, and my slave in sexy lingerie practically begging to be fucked. I growled "I'm cumming" seconds before my cock exploded.
I thought Sally would have pulled her mouth from my me, but instead she pushed it deeper into her mouth and almost down her throat. I was shaking as the orgasm filled my body. I couldn't move as my muscles were convulsing and I swear every nerve send signals of pleasure straight to my brain.
It must have taken me ten minutes before I could speak again. By that time, Sally was cuddling beside me. Her head resting on my shoulder. I leaned over and kissed her deeply.
Sally accepted my tongue and kissed me back with a passion. I wanted to recover and take Sally, but at my age that wasn't happening, at least for a while. I looked at Sally and smiled, even if I couldn't perform, my slave could.
"Slave, turn around." I barked.
Carrie rapidly turned to look at us. Her eyes were filled with lust. I had heard all of Carrie's stories about how she was required to always be available, and her pussy wet and ready. But I knew just by looking at her face. This wasn't her being forced to pleasure her mistress. No, the lust and desire in her face and body she couldn't hide.
"Slave, pleasure your Mistress." I commanded.
The words had hardly left my mouth before Carrie was on the foot of the bed, her mouth kissing Sally's ankles. Carrie's eyes were locked on Sally's the look in her eyes was of a tiger, stalking her prey. She licked and nibbled first one ankle, then the other. Kissing, licking, and nibbling her way up her calf, to her knees, and finally to Sally's thighs.
Sally watched the slave, her eyes transfixed on the slave. Unable to look away. I could feel Sally's body trembling as the slave, erotically worked her way to her pussy.
By the time, Carrie was close to the junction of Sally's legs, Sally's entire body was trembling, her stomach starting to convulse. I smiled and wondered if she was going to climax without even a touch of Carrie's tongue on her pussy.
Sally's head was shaking from side to side and when Carries tongue touched her lips, a scream escaped Sally's mouth.
Carrie pulled back from the dripping pussy and licked all around it. Teasing her Mistress and building her need.
I was spellbound watching a well-trained slave, using all her training to please her Mistress. It wasn't long before Sally screamed again and shouted.
"Stop teasing me slave, make me cum!" as she grabbed Carrie's ears and pull her face deep into her center. All eroticism was gone now. Sally was in control and using her slave's face to satisfy her cravings. I watched as Sally ground Carrie's face, into her cunt. It wasn't a gentle love making, but hard fucking. It went on for several minutes. I was about to stop it, when a moan that turned into a scream spewed out of Sally's mouth. I had never seen a woman squirt before, but it happened right in front of me. Sally's fluids sprayed Carrie's face, coating her entire head.
I watched as Carrie struggled to keep her mouth over Sally's pussy trying to capture her fluids. But Sally's body was humping like a bucking bronco, her pussy squirting everywhere. It lasted for almost 20 seconds until Sally collapsed on the bed, her body still trembling as she recovered from her massive orgasm.
Sally and I lay on the bed. Me in shock at what I had witnessed. I had written so many such scenes in the past, but to witness it in person was amazing. Sally was almost unconscious and her body still shaking. Carrie was still laying between her legs gasping for breath. I looked down at the slave and she at me. I could see the look of satisfaction in her face. That was when I noticed the large wet spot between her legs. I knew I should punish her for climaxing without permission, but the entire experience was perfect. I had never witnessed anything so erotic. No, no punishments tonight.
I sat up and removed Carrie's handcuffs. "Go to the floor slave, have our coffee ready tomorrow morning." I said and cuddled up to Sally and drifted off into a sound sleep.
The next morning, I woke with me spooning Sally. My body snuggled next to her back and my cock nestled against her ass. It was still dark and the apartment was silent. I assumed Carrie was still sleeping at the foot of the bed. My right hand was wrapped around Sally and it was grasping her left breast. I sighed as it had been a long time since I had been so close to anyone in such an intimate embrace. I thought back to last night and smiled. It was by far the most erotic experience I've ever had. For a brief second, I wondered if the bubble would burst once Sally would awaken. But for now, life was perfect. My hand on its own accord, gently squeezed her breast and lightly tweaked her nipple. I knew she was still asleep, but I heard a slight moan escape from her mouth.
I didn't want to wake anyone. I just wanted to enjoy the moment. I don't think I've ever felt so contented. I continued to gently massage her breast and her moans became more persistent.
I felt Sally start to stir and quickly removed my hand and held perfectly still. I didn't want her to wake and push me away. Sally moved slightly and rolled over on her back. I started to take my hand away, but she grabbed it and held it to her breast. I thought for sure she was awake, but seconds later, she started to lightly snore.
I continued to gently massage her left breast and lowered my head to her right breast, opened my mouth and drew her nipple into my warm mouth. This time Sally sucked in a breath of air and groaned. The more I licked and sucked the louder her groans. I could feel her body responding to my attention when she reached up and pulled my head into her breast and started to pant.
I could feel my cock raising to the occasion as it was pressed against her side. Sally's legs parted and she pulled her right leg up and completely opening herself up. I wanted to move my hand down to her pussy, but before I could, her left hand drifted between her legs, her fingers stroking her pussy.
I knew she was very aroused. The moans were louder, her nipples were extended and her fingers were stoking her pussy faster and faster. I pulled off her nipple and looked down at her and she up at me. She smiled and whispered, "What a way to wake up." And kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss. By the time, we stopped I was on top of her and my cock pressing at her entrance. I had to smile at her as there was nothing more in the world I wanted more, than to make love to my friend, my partner, and hopefully my submissive.
Sally looked up to me, her face filled with lust and moaned. "Take me Master."
I almost climaxed right that second. But I managed to control my cock and slowly pushed in inside the softest, tightest pussy I've ever felt. I could feel the velvet sleeve grip my cock. It felt like it was pulling me inside her, touching every square inch and massaging it. For the next few moments, we made slow passionate love. This wasn't fucking, it was making love. But as our passion took over it became more frenzied. Our bodies pounding each other, each trying to please the other until we both screamed as out bodies and minds exploded and orgasms consumed us both.
We lay there our bodies still trembling from our collective orgasms. It felt like we were joined together, my skin and hers feeling as one. It took me a minute or so to regain control and slowly roll off her. We were both panting from the exertion, our sweat covered bodies shimmering in the morning light.
It was the bedroom door opening that brought us back to where we were as Cassie slipped into the room with two cups of coffee and a big smile. I had forgotten about my slave and looking at Sally and how fast she covered herself she had too. Carrie must have slipped out of the room to fix our coffee and waited until we finished before she returned.
I smiled when Sally covered her body and Carrie seemed to blush as she lowered her head. Both Sally and I laughed at what had just happened. Carrie had already seen Sally naked and had eaten her pussy to a massive orgasm, and now suddenly she was bashful?
Sally turned to Cassie and barked, "go fix breakfast slave. We'll have toast and jam this morning. I doubt there's much to fix." She said and looked at me. I just nodded and got up to go to the bathroom.
I was in the bathroom about twenty minutes before I walked out. Sally was sitting at the kitchen table, she had on one of my tee shirts munching on some toast while texting on her phone. She looked up at me and started to say something, but Cassie was just off to the side so she just flashed me a stern look and rushed into the bathroom.
I looked at Cassie and smiled. She looked back at me and tried to keep a passive face, but I could see her lips curl up a bit to a small smile.
"Have you eaten slave." I asked.
"No Master," She answered.
"Fix yourself some toast, it might be awhile before you can eat again." I said and opened an app on my phone. I sat there surfing and Cassie fixed herself some toast. About twenty minutes later, Sally walked out of the bathroom still wearing my tee shirt and a towel wrapping her head. She sat down next to me and smiled.
"How did you sleep?" She asked, then added, "Master?"
I almost chuckled but only nodded. I wanted to seem above her and didn't really answer. "Do you work today?" I asked.
"No sir I just called off." She answered.
I looked at Cassie and barked, "Go take a shower and clean up. I want your hair done and looking it's best."
Carrie quickly turned and headed into the bathroom. As soon as the door closed and we heard the shower turn on, Sally looked directly at me and said. "Look I know what you did last night, but I am not your submissive. You should have asked me first how to move forward." She growled.
I smiled at her as she tried to be stern. Instead of answering, I leaned over and gave her a kiss. "Last night was wonderful." I said and kissed her again. At first, she just sat there, but by the time I kissed her a third time she was kissing me back.
It was a couple minutes before Sally pushed me back. "Stop it!" She said her voice husky. "Please?"
"So, did you like it too?" I asked and saw her blush.
"Yes." She answered and then added "But I can't do that again."
I raised my eyebrows and looked her in the eyes. Her face was flushed and I could see her nipples clearly beneath my tee shirt.
"Yeah, I doubt that. You told me yesterday that your wanted it all. You got a taste of it last night. I think you liked me ordering you and the slave serving you. Am I wrong?" I asked.
Sally tried to maintain eye contact but after only a few seconds, lowered her eyes and looked at the table. I waited for her to answer. I had asked her a question and I wanted her to answer. If I spoke first, she would win. If she spoke first I was still in control. Don't ask me how I knew that but I knew this is what I had to do.
Sally squirmed a bit for a few moments before I heard a quiet "No."
I smiled and grabbed her chin. I raised her face to mine and whispered back. "No what?"
I swear she turned even redder than she was. She looked at me and said, "No Master I did like it." I swear I almost climaxed right there sitting at the kitchen table. I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply. We kissed for a few minutes before I pulled back and quietly said "Good girl." And kissed her forehead.
Sally leaned back into her chair and looked at me. She looked confused. "This wasn't how this was to go. I don't know about this. Mark, I'm not sure if you can do this with Carrie, let alone with me. I think maybe I should go." She said. She tried to look at my face, but each time she looked up it was only a glance.
"Look, I'm not sure either, but I know last night was special and I think it was special for you too. I know I have no idea how to un-train a slave. I know you do, at least more than I do. I also feel you are feeling things you haven't felt in a long time and those feelings both scare you and excite you. You know me Sally. I would never hurt you or put you in danger." I stopped and waited to see if she would react.
Sally continued to stare at the kitchen table. I watched her as hands were shaking slightly and her breathing was coming in short pants. I continued, "Look, I know that with your help we can be good for Carrie. I also know that you trust me. You have nothing to lose and maybe something to gain. I won't force you, but I know that if we work together, you just might get the best of both worlds." I finished.
Sally sat there for a few minutes. I wasn't going to try to sell her on the idea. She either said yes or no. There wasn't a grey area. I knew that because she submitted last night, if she said yes it would be as my submissive.
Finally, Sally took a deep breath and looked up at me. She was no longer blushing and her face was relaxed. "Okay I'll do it." She said her voice strong.
"You'll do what?" I answered.
"I will submit to you... Master." She answered.
"Good, now let's figure out how this will work." I said, "We need to explain to our slave how to address us and how we are going to work together.
We didn't get a chance to talk before Carrie walked out of the bathroom. She was naked and absolutely beautiful. Her hair was flowing down past her shoulders and even without a bit of makeup her face was glowing. I think both Sally and I gasped looking at her. I know my cock shot up and when I looked at Sally she was flushed too.
"Slave, go to your room and get dressed. You will be going out and I better not be embarrassed." I directed. "When you finish wait there until we come get you."
"Yes Master." She answered and hurried to her room, shutting the door behind her as she entered. As soon as the door closed both Sally and I started to speak. We both stopped and laughed. "You first," I said.
Sally giggled and answered, "No Master, you go."
"Well first off we need to address the hierarchy to the slave. I want her to know that she is the house slave. She answers to both of us and no one else. You are her Mistress and I am her Master. But I think she also needs to know I'm the House master and you are my submissive." I suggested.
Sally looked at me for a second before she replied. "I agree."
"So, let's come up with a set of out of the house rules. We can't have her walking around outside calling us Mistress and Master. She will also have to be able to speak to anyone without dropping to her knees." I laughed.
Sally looked at me and chuckled. "That might be easier said than done." She answered.
We sat there and discussed it for a few minutes before we called Cassie back in the dining room. Cassie walked out of her room. She was dressed in a simple jean skirt the buttoned up the front. It came to about two inches above the knee. Her blouse was a pink scoop neck sweater that fit her perfectly. The first thing I notice was her blush. She didn't look either of us in the eyes and kept her head lowered.
"Why are you blushing?" I asked her.
"Master, I wasn't sure how to dress. I've never been allowed to dress in regular clothes before." She said quietly.
"Well you're going out today and this is how you dress when going out." I stated matter of factly.
Carrie nodded but kept her head down.
"Now we're going to give you some new rules. These rules are in addition to your other rules. You will be expected to memorize these also." I began.
"Number one is I am still the Master and you are my slave. Ms. Sally here is my submissive and she is also your Mistress. You will obey her as you do me. Do you understand"
"Yes Master, Ms. Sally is my Mistress and I will obey her." Cassie said clearly.
Number two, when you are outside the apartment you will address us as sir or ma'am when we are around others, unless we tell you differently. We will direct you how to address us at that time. Clear?"
"Yes Master," She answered again but I could see a bit of confusion in her face.
"Number three, when told you are leaving the apartment you will be fully dressed, including bra and panties. Unless otherwise told you will dress in normal clothes. There will be no slut clothes outside the apartment unless we say differently. As I told you before, I will not tolerate you embarrassing us in public." I continued.
"Number four, you will obey only Mistress or me when outside the apartment, no exceptions." I paused.
"Number five, you will not kneel unless told.
Number six, when you speak to anyone, you will address them as Mister or Miss. You will speak in the first person and never refer to yourself as slave, slut, or anything else but Carrie."
I stopped and looked at Sally. She gave me a slight nod. I looked at Carrie and asked. "Do you have any questions?"
"Master, why? I am a slave. Are you going to sell me?" She asked and for the first time I could see fear in her eyes.
"No slave, I won't be selling you, but you will not be held prisoner any longer. I want you to be a functioning person. Your duties are no longer just sex or servicing other persons. That is all you need to know for now." I answered, and looked at Sally again.
"Do you have anything to add." I asked Sally and realized I didn't know what to call her.
"No Master, I think you have covered everything for now." Sally answered and lowered her head.
"Okay slave, Ms. Sally here is taking you to the store today to get supplies. You will obey her and offer any suggestions for things you might have forgotten off your list. All the new rules are in effect." I finished.
"M-M-Master?" She asked.
"Yes slave,"
"I did not put on panties or a bra. I'm sorry Master I didn't know." She pleaded.
"Go put some on and be quick." I barked.
Carrie almost ran to her room and at most a minute later she returned nodded.
"Okay I have to go to work today, you and Mistress will go to the store. When you return, you will put away everything you purchased. Mistress has other things to do this afternoon. When you are done, go to your room and wait until it's time to fix dinner." I said looking directly at Carrie.
"Yes, Master I understand." She answered.
I stood and walked out the door. I hadn't been at work of a couple of days and I need to go back. I knew sally would be able to take care of things.
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Sally sat on the couch listening to everything Mark said. She was still questioning her decision to submit to him. That day after shopping with him and bearing her life was something she never expected to share with anyone. Plus, when they returned to Mark's apartment and seeing the slave again, she never expected her mind and body's reactions. As the evening progressed and Master, god did she actually think of him as a Master now, began to take charge, brought back all the submissive feelings so long ago buried.
Sally looked at the slave, dressed like a normal woman. She was very pretty, but ever since she had met Carrie and learned how submissive she was, her mind kept drifting back to when she owned Julie her old roommate. Only this time I didn't have the same loving feelings for Carrie as I did for Julie. Here was a woman who was a slave in every sense of the word. She would do anything I desired, no matter how humiliating, or painful, without hesitation. She truly had no sense of free will.
Sally's pussy pulsed at the thought of what she could do to Master's slave. He hadn't given her any directions. He only said she was to take her to the store and have her help buying supplies. Sally looked at the time. It was only 8:30. Plenty of time to have some fun before she had to go home this afternoon.
Sally leaned back into the couch as her slave nervously stood in front of her. It was the classic battle going on in her head. The devil on one shoulder whispering into her ear to strip the slave and humiliate her, degrade her, and even punish her. While the angel on the other pleading to help this broken woman and begin the healing process.
The longer she sat there staring at the slave, the harder it was to resist the devil's whispers. She watched as Carrie's expressions changed. First it was excitement, but after a minute or so it changed to submission. There wasn't the slight smile curling up from the corners of her mouth. As time went by Sally notice fear began to creep across the slave's face. The more she saw the harder it was to resist. With Julie, it was a consensual relationship, with set boundaries, safe words, and strict rules. The slave in front of her knew nothing of that. She served without question no matter what.
The pulsing in Sally's pussy was growing more intense by the minute. The intensity growing and clouding her mind, pushing out the angel as the devil's voice grew louder by the second. Finally, Sally's mind was overcome with lust and she practically screamed out.
"STRIP SLAVE!"
Carrie jumped at the loud command but reacted instantaneously and practically ripped her clothes off her body. She stood in front of her Mistress naked once again and Sally could see her legs tremble.
"Well slave, we have some time before I take you to the store. I think it's time you learn that I am your Mistress and you will obey me." Sally slowly stood and walked around the subdued slave starting at the ground. As she slowly circled her, Sally's fingers caressed Carrie's skin, raking her fingernails across Carrie's arms, neck, back, and finally her breasts. Ending up at the slave's engorged nipples.
"Oh, is the slave excited?" She growled, not wanting an answer but pinching both nipple and twisting them hard.
She watched as her slave struggled to not make a sound. She smiled and twisted even harder, her fingers pinching even harder. But still the well-trained slave didn't make a sound.
"You better not make a sound slave. You are to remain silent until I give you permission." Sally whispered in Carries ear.
Sally released the slave's nipples and drew her hand back and slapped the slave's tits. First one then the other. With each slap, she watched at Carrie struggled to remain silent. Harder and harder she slapped them over and over. The longer it went on the redder the abused breasts were. Finally, Sally brought her hand back behind her body and with all her strength she slapped Carrie's left breast. A scream came out of the slave's mouth as she could no longer withstand the punishment. Sally watched as Carrie dropped to her knees holding her tits and crying.
Sally stood there watching and in shock. Yes, she had punished Julie before, but never so cruelly. She stood there looking down at the crying slave and stepped back. Her mind trying to comprehend what she had done. She remembered how when she was a slave and her Mistress tortured her when her Master was gone.
'God, have I turned into my Mistress?' Flooded her brain. She stood the for a second before sitting on the couch. Yes, she hated what she had just done, but her body was on fire. She had never been so aroused. Sally spread her legs and growled.
"Eat me slave."
Sally sat back as the slave crawled between her legs, opened her pants, and pulled them down her legs. She smiled as her mind drifted back to just last night when Carrie brought her to an amazing orgasm, just after she gave Master a blowjob.
Sally's body flushed when she felt her slave's tongue start to work its magic. Her mind continuing to drift to this morning and waking to Master caressing her breasts. It had been so long since she had awakened to someone teasing her body. She could still feel the effects of this morning's sex and her slave's tongue were bringing everything back.
Sally had Carrie eat her to two climaxes before releasing her. She pushed her back and calmly said. "Go clean up, we need to get going."
She watched as Carrie slowly got up and walked to the bathroom. A few minutes later, she returned, her face clean and her hair once again perfect. She stood in front of Sally. Her hands behind her waiting for instructions.
"Well get dressed. You can't go to the store naked." Sally barked. By the time her slave was dressed, Sally checked to see if her slave collar was still in place. She held up a leash in front of her eyes.
"You remember your rules don't you slave?" Sally demanded.
"Yes Mistress." She answered
"Good, because this leash is not only for control, but is excellent for punishments. Do not disappoint me." Sally demanded and headed for the door with Carrie close behind.
End