Cristina
Introduction
The Slave
My name is Cristina, and I am a slave. I like the sound of this word, I
like the fact that everybody knows what I am. Becoming a good slave is
a long and difficult process, but now that my Masters have reduced me
to an obedient and submissive pet, I am quite proud of myself. They
have just given me a ring, and in less than one hour they will be home
with their guests.
I have prepared myself in the way ordained by Sara, my divine Mistress.
I have put on my chambermaid's outfit, which consists of a dress in
black stretch fabric, with short puffy sleeves. The neckline is cut
very low in front, and it is worn in such a way that all the upper
portion of my big breasts is left on display, down to the very tips of
my nipples. The pleated skirt is short enough to leave my buttocks bare
to mid-height, and in front, my whole pubic mound is fully uncovered;
of course I wear it without any panties, since intimate undergarments
are allowed only during my periods. The outfit also includes a tiny
apron, no larger than a handkerchief, and a white chambermaid's
headdress. My legs are sheathed in black self-sustaining stockings, and
I wear black shoes with 7" high heels, fastened at the ankles with thin
thongs adorned with golden buckles. Naturally, as always, I also wear
my tight-fitting collar of black leather, two inches wide, fitted with
a gleaming metallic ring in front. Then some powder on my face, with
water-resistant eye make-up. I take care first of all to stand before a
mirror and to give myself a quick appraisal: I have to admit I am quite
beautiful, especially between the skirt and the shoes, where my
carefully depilated little pussy is well displayed by my clothing. I
like its pink colour, almost red due to the treatment it received
yesterday evening. It thus is the same colour as the other hole, which
is well open like my Master prefers it to be; I have only to bow
forward, ever so slightly, for it to yawn like a lascivious hungry
mouth, which will be filled to its content in very little time.
| Everything is ready for the dinner; the house
is spotlessly clean and I can afford a rest of a few minutes, sprawled on
the cushions in my corner of the room, what my Masters call "the doghouse".I
am aroused by the thought of what will be done to me tonight, even though
the only thing I know is that Klaus and Sara want to make use of me along
with two other Masters. |
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I find myself, for awhile, fantasizing about
who they may be, what they may like... My cunt is sopping wet, and I run
to the bathroom, cleaning myself while trying to think of something else
and to fight the urge to masturbate. Back from the bathroom, I write down
my bout of excitation on the Reporting Ledger: it already is the third such
entry in one day, and I know my Masters will be quite angry at the loss
of face they will have to endure in front of their friends on account of
me. I would almost have liked to cancel what I had just written, but the
ink is indelible, and anyway, I am under quite clear instructions to write
down every single one of my infractions. Back in the kitchen, despite my
efforts to direct my thoughts to other subjects, I could not help going
over the beginning of my adventure. |
Chapter One
The Lover
There is no way I could ever forget the date: it was on the day of my
eighteenth birthday. I had spent almost every day during the past two
years fighting with my folks, who never once missed an opportunity to
remind me that "as long as you live in our home..." But at long last, I
was free. Adult, and free. At long last I was in a position to do
whatever I wanted to, without any interference from them, and that is
exactly what I did. On the previous night, I had locked myself in my
room and I had stuffed two big suitcases with my things: some clothing,
letters, keepsakes... The bare minimum. I bore no affection towards
that house or any of its inhabitants. At that time we had only just
moved to Verona, so I had no friends and no considerations which could
have prevented my decision to leave everything and start a new life. I
moved out early in the morning, and after a stop at an automatic teller
machine to withdraw some money, I headed straight to the station. I
stayed for some time in Milan with a friend of mine: a lot of people
would call at his house, most of them North Europeans from the
underground scene. One of them was a Dutch photographer, a woman named
Katja, who at 25 was a firmly committed lesbian, with a beautiful face
and a sex drive of almost nymphomaniac magnitude. I had never made love
with a woman before, but it took her less than one evening to convert
me. I was not in love with her, but she succeeded in getting me aroused
from the first minute, and then to make me come in ways i had never
suspected. Every time she touched me or she made me do something I just
melted away, and when she went back to the Netherlands, I needed only
one instant to make my mind I would accept her invitation to follow
her.
The flight to Rotterdam was an incredible experience: as soon as we has
gone through the metal detectors of the airport, Katja led me to the
ladies' room, locked us in a booth and fitted me with one of those
unbelievable sex toys she seemed to pack by the dozen in her large
shoulder bag. This one was an object fashioned from soft pink rubber,
molded in the shape of a heart. A cylinder about 7" long and more than
1" thick protruded from its center, also molded in pink rubber, and
studded with small bumps in soft rubber like the heart. Katja spent a
brief moment making my juices flow, so as to be able to insert the
whole device between my legs: she had backed me against the wall, and
while she swirled her tongue to the inner depths of my throat, she
blindly rummaged with the rubber heart, until she was satisfied it was
in total contact with the skin of my cunt. These strange studs were
massaging me like minute fingers. One of them was pressing itself
exactly against my clitoris; still others had insinuated themselves in
the fold between my bigger lips and my inner lips, and I had an
overwhelming sensation of being licked everywhere by thousands of sharp
tongues. However, Katja let go of me before I could reach a climax. She
put my panties back on, and she managed to thread an electric wire,
which I had not seen before and which protruded from the external face
of the device, so that it ran under my clothes, going out of my panty
hose and running inside my left sleeve, where it eventually was let out
at the wrist. A small white box was hanging from its end, and my lover
told me not to touch it. We brought some order to our clothes, and we
went out together in the airport, like two good friends, holding each
other's hand. In this manner, Katja was able to conceal the white box
in her right hand, and I felt quite strange, with that device deep
inside my cunt and with that wire which felt like a leash.
It's only when the plane started its engines that I got wise to my
friend's little game. Katja looked straight into my eyes, and toggling
a switch on the box, she made the device inside me start vibrating. It
was all I could do not to scream my lungs out under the sudden
sensation, and she kept grinning her perverted smile, which I had
already learned to know. I abandoned myself to her capricious whims,
and for the whole trip, the vibrator was quiet for only the briefest
moments. Katja made me come innumerable times, while I sweated
copiously and uttered sounds which could not leave the passengers in
the adjacent seats in the slightest doubt as to their origin. A middle-
aged gentleman thus stood up from his seat to ask a question from my
friend. The question was in Dutch, but I had no difficulty in
understanding the answer: Katja showed her command box to the man, and
she turned the regulating switch to its highest setting. I blushed, I
tried to turn away towards the window, but there was nothing I could do
to stop squirming and thrashing about in the most incriminating manner,
until the man went away, his curiosity satisfied. I could not bring
myself to be angry with my friend though, since she had succeeded once
more in making me come, tabling in this occasion upon my exhibitionism....