ZELDA LAY BACK ON THE BED WHILE THE SLUT WENT TO THE WET-ROOM. She was wet from her shower and the tears ran down her face into her still damp hair. She reached out for the box of tissues that lay beside her, only to feel the patch of cum kept warm by the sluts absent body.
Instinctively, she tasted her fingers. With the sweetness laying on her tongue, she moved down the sheet and put her lips to the patch. She kissed and licked up the juice with a passion of a last embrace. Sobbing and stroking her moistening pussy, she brought on the orgasm that she needed to deal with the situation. It was only a temporary relief, but it would help her maintain her composure for the next hour or so.
She made up her face and hid the pain she was feeling. The face that looked back at her was now challenged. Her control over current events in her life had become tenuous. She was of White Russian descent, but she could have been taken for a Latin. Whatever, the strong features were to be of use today.
She dare not show her heartbreak at the departure of Shirley. She dressed and painted out her distress.
The slut Shirley spent more than usual time in selecting its clothes and preparing for its Master. It knew that when he entered the room, its duty was to kneel and present its open mouth and accept his penis as a sign of submission. The thought of his large meat passing over its tongue excited the slut and helped to soften its lust for Zelda.
"Oh why couldn't it just confess its love for both of them?" it thought. "Why could they not be 'a couple' that it could serve ?"
It would happily take a beating for its adultery, but it was the thought of getting Zelda into trouble. So it would protect Zelda with silence.
It dressed in a black satin vest that finished high on its thighs. Its tight little cheeks in their lace thong were just visible as it walked. When the Master cared to inspect them, he would see the various sets of love cuts that he had ordered Zelda to keep refreshed on a regular basis. New black hold-ups and five inch heel ankle boots made it look irresistible. He would be hungry for his piece of fuckmeat.
It presented its self to Zelda who indicated her appreciation of its efforts.
"You should be wearing bondage also" she commented. "Remember! Always remember! You are a slut! Not a mistress. You are a "thing" not a person. You have no mind of your own . Your body belongs to your Master. You are his sex slave and fuck flesh. If he throws you into the corner like a dirty rag, or kicks you out of his bed when he has finished fucking you, that is his write."
"Yes Mistress " said Shirley. "The slut understands its worthless position. Will its Mistress fit its restraints ?"
"It might be a good idea " she agreed. "Go and fetch them slut !" T.B.C.
